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princessasmosprincess · 1 year

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Sunkissed

Summary: After a fun day at a Human World beach, the brothers realize they're sunburned.

Characters: The demon brothers and GN Reader/MC (it could be Asmodeus x Reader if you squint because this is my fic and hey, you're the one who came to the Asmo kissing blog).

Genre: Sickfic (kinda), humor, fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical sibling on sibling violence, sunburn, nonsexual nudity, mild canon-typical innuendo, no major spoilers but MC is in possession of a certain object they obtain in season 2.

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“I might have to get rid of that new toner we bought, MC,” said Asmo as he held the door open for you. “My face hurts.”

“Really? My skin feels fine.” You’d known demon skin to be stronger than your own in most cases, so this was perplexing.

Asmo had purchased the toner with you only three days ago from a Human World store famous for selling the most exclusive skincare. It had gone viral online despite its steep price tag, so naturally Asmo had to buy it.

Asmo gasped. “You don’t suppose it contains holy water, do you?”

“That’s not really a common skincare ingredient in the Human World,” you said.

“Humans don’t use it to purify their skin?” He asked.

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “But maybe there's something else in the toner that doesn't agree with your skin, let’s take a look at the bottle.”

“Ok! I’ll go get it. And while I'm at it I’ll prepare a bath for the two of us,” He slipped his arm around your waist, leaning into you with his charming smile.

“Maybe…” you said, bumping him gently with your hip.

“We can even try out those bath salts I brought back for you, wouldn't that be nice?”

You had to admit a relaxing bath did sound nice right now. You and the brothers were just coming in from a day at the private beach Diavolo owned in the Human World. The beach was protected by a magical barrier, cloaking it from anyone not authorized to be there. You and the brothers were free to do whatever you wished, including using magic.

It had been a very full day. In the morning you'd surfed a little with Beel, needing to relearn most of what he’d taught you before. And then as soon as you got back to shore, you’d been pulled into a water fight “to the death” that had begun when Satan dumped a handful of sand down Lucifer’s rash guard while he was resting in the shade. You’d mostly been used as a shield between Satan and Mammon against Lucifer. You didn't really mind, though, since you got to see Lucifer's conflicted expression every time he faced you; not that it had really saved you in the end, you’d ended up soaked anyway. Then, Asmo had whisked you away to collect shells in the water with him, with the assistance of mercandy. You’d so enjoyed being merpeople together on your last beach trip that this was truly a treat to experience again. In the water you’d gotten to watch Levi swimming with Lotan, from a distance, of course. Satisfied with the shells you’d collected, you and Asmo dragged yourselves back onto the beach and fell asleep under the umbrella with Belphie, completely exhausted from all the swimming you’d done. You hadn't woken up until the sun had shifted and you were no longer in the shade. At the end of the day, you and the brothers got to watch porpoises breaching in the distance as the sunset lit the sea in shades of pink and gold.

You were grateful the beach Diavolo had lent you came with a vacation home (more like a mansion) just steps away from the shore.

“I call the first shower!” Mammon declared, kicking off his flip-flops.

Levi grabbed his arm before he could run up the stairs. “No, I get the first shower. There’s a raid starting in an hour and I want to login early.”

“Too bad, little bro,” Mammon wrenched his arm out of Levi’s grip. “Hierarchy says I get to go first since I'm older.”

“Really, Mammon, if that’s the case then I’ll be taking the first shower.” said Lucifer.

The three oldest brothers shared one of the mansion’s bathrooms, while the youngest shared another (minus Asmo, since Barbatos had set up a portal to his bathroom at the House of Lamentation). You had your own private bathroom as well, but you didn't mind letting the brothers use it from time to time. It seemed like that would be happening tonight if you ever hoped to have a peaceful dinner.

“One of you can use my bathroom tonight,” You left the three oldest brothers in the foyer to argue, now that an offer to use your bathroom was on the table. You needed some water, you were starting to get a headache, you’d probably had too much sun.

Beel was already in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something. Belphie was nearby, sitting at the kitchen island as he rested his cheek on the cool marble counter.

“We’ll have dinner soon, Beel, I just need a drink of water and I’ll get started cooking.”

Beel tossed you a water bottle before grabbing one for himself.

“Can I have a snack while I wait?” He bit into a nectarine, coming to lean against the counter.

“Well you’ve already started.” You teased. You took a long drink of water, mentally checking off all the ingredients you’d need to start dinner. Hopefully one or two of the brothers would agree to assist you, it would go much faster with help.

Beel rolled his cool water bottle against his neck, “I think I missed a spot when I reapplied my sunscreen,” he said. “Can you take a look for me?”

“Sure,” you slipped off the sunglasses you were still wearing as Beel turned around for you. “Oh, Beel I think-”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the mansion.

“Wha-” Belphie woke with a start.

You took of running upstairs, towards the source of the scream. You and the twins were the last to arrive at Asmo’s bathroom.

Asmo threw himself into your arms. “Oh, MC! I’m hideous!” He began to cry. His face was red everywhere except where his sunglasses had been, leaving a white impression of their shape behind, “I don't know how you can bear to look at me!”

“Asmo, you’re not hideous,” You stroked his hair. “I don’t think that’s even possible.”

“I’m not?” He sniffed.

“Not at all, you’re just a little…” You trailed off as you looked around the room. Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Beel, and Belphie (in addition to Asmo) were all severely sunburned. Several of them had already begun to shift uncomfortably. “You’re all-”

“MAMMON WHAT DID YOU DO?” Satan roared. Judging by the dark aura surrounding him, he was about to shift into his demon form.

“Wha’da’ya mean, what did I do?” Mammon ran to hide behind you for protection.

“Clearly this is your fault,” he seethed, the aura beginning to dissipate a little since you were in front of him, but his eyes were on Mammon, “We’ve been cursed, you probably wronged some Human World witch and now we’re all paying for it.”

“While that does sound like something he’d-” Lucifer began.

“You’re not cursed,” said Mammon, cutting him off. “You just have a sunburn.”

Satan paused. “You're saying this happened because we were outside in the sunlight?”

“Yeah,”

“Is this true, MC?” He looked at you.

You nodded, “It happens to some humans, too.”

“I did remind you to reapply your sunscreen earlier, Satan.” said Lucifer.

Satan growled. “I didn't think it would actually do anything. I’ve never had a sunburn before.” You noticed the new freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks. He would have looked so adorable if not for the anger glowing in his eyes.

“Really?” Beel asked.

“Me and Beel and Asmo used to get sunburned all the time when we snuck down to the Human World.” said Belphie.

“That was before sunscreen existed,” Asmo added. “I would never go out without putting it on now. Earlier I just–” He burst into tears again.

Belphie ignored him, continuing to talk to Satan, “You’ve been here a fair amount and it’s never happened?”

“I’m typically summoned to the Human World at night.” Satan answered flatly. “As are most demons, I’d wager.”

“Satan, your poor, virgin skin!” Asmo sobbed.

“My what?”

“Did anyone remember to reapply?” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling that even he hadn’t remembered after the water fight, and then he’d even removed his rash guard, exposing himself further.

“I remembered, and I also put some on Belphie’s face,” said Beel. “But we got burned anyway,”

“What sunscreen did you use?” You asked.

“This one I got from Mammon,” Beel handed you his bottle of sunscreen. You read the label, it was 20 years past its expiration date and the brand name was misspelled.

You shot Mammon a look over your shoulder.

“Must’a got mixed up with my newer stock– uh, purchases.” he lied.

You looked around at the demons in front of you. All six of them were varying shades of red. Satan and Levi seemed to be in the worst condition as they’d been in full sun for most of the day. Asmo, Lucifer, and the twins hadn’t fared much better despite taking advantage of the umbrella’s shade. You could feel the heat of Asmo’s skin on yours, plus more warmth radiating off of Satan. It had to be so painful.

Satan turned back to you and Mammon. “Why don't you two seem to be affected?”

“I don’t get sunburns,” Mammon smirked before ducking behind you again when Satan turned his glare on him.

“Father blessed him with a golden tan complexion,” Asmo pouted. “He was like that when we were angels, too.”

“And you, MC, are you immune like Mammon or do you have some sort of talisman against the rays of the sun?” Satan asked. “I don’t understand how a human could be unaffected when we are all suffering.”

“I don’t have any special talismans, I put on sunscreen before I went outside just like everyone else,” You looked down at your arms. You hadn't been sunburned at all, and you hadn't reapplied your sunscreen either. Your eyes caught on the gold ring you wore on your finger.

“You might have been protected by my Ring of Light,” Lucifer said with a small smile, echoing your thoughts almost exactly.

The others nodded. It was a very powerful magical relic.

“Well now that we've cleared that up,” Satan said through thinly veiled rage. “How long is this agony supposed to last? It feels like spiders are crawling all over my skin.”

You really didn't want to tell him. Judging by the severity of his sunburn it might be… “A week?” you said. “Sometimes it takes longer. But most of the pain occurs in the first few days or so.”

Satan looked like he was about to explode with rage or drown Mammon in the bathtub. Maybe both.

Lucifer cut in before he could do anything. “As we are demons, our cell turnover is faster than humans, which will shorten our recovery time. It will be about 48 hours until we fully heal, I’d estimate, but that also means we’ll be feeling the worst of it tonight.”

***

You sent the sunburned demons downstairs to the living room, directing them to ice their skin while they waited, so you and Mammon could collect supplies. The mansion was well-stocked thanks to Diavolo and Barbatos preparing it for you ahead of time, but only with Human World essentials. They had wanted you to feel right at home. You doubted the brothers kept very many potion ingredients in their rooms, and definitely not anything that could give relief from a sunburn.

You had Mammon fetch the first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet while you looked through Asmo’s and Lucifer’s skincare collections to see if they had any skin-soothing products. When you were finished, the two of you deposited your loot on the living room’s coffee table. Mammon had found a tiny tube of lidocaine cream, one packet of colloidal oatmeal, and a small jar of aloe gel. You’d come up with a bottle of unscented body lotion and two small tubes of expensive healing ointment; you’d also found a half-full bottle of demon-strength ibuprofen in Lucifer's things, which would definitely be needed to get through the next couple of days. These were your only supplies. You might be able to get the aloe gel to stretch between your six sunburn victims but it would be pretty scarce. As for everything else… you’d cross that bridge when you got there.

Asmo and Beel got started slathering healing ointment and lotion on Belphie who was whining in his sleep.

You scooped some aloe gel into your hand so you could administer care to Satan as Mammon did the same with Levi.

Satan started reciting cat poems under his breath as you rubbed the cool gel into his skin as gently as you could.

“MC, there’s a bottle of Demonus in the basement fridge.” said Lucifer. He sat next to you, his perfect posture rigid, as if moving at all would cause him immense pain. “When you have a moment, please go get it.”

“Demonus would be really nice right now,” Asmo hummed, pressing a generous amount of healing ointment onto his own cheeks.

You gave a sympathetic smile, “You both know that’s just going to dehydrate you and make your skin feel worse.”

You knocked two ibuprofen into Lucifer’s palm as consolation. He gave you a look, taking the bottle from you. He poured out four more into his hand and then passed the rest to Asmo.

SMACK

Levi screamed at the top of his lungs.

“MAMMON!” You and Lucifer yelled at the same time.

You rushed to Levi’s side only to see the perfectly white handprint of Mammon’s slap contrasting with his lobster red skin. Levi began to cry, inhaling a ragged breath as tears started streaming down his face.

“He insulted me after all I’m doin’ for him?” Mammon defended himself. “He called me a scumbag!”

“Go help Lucifer,” you snapped.

“Ok, ok, I’m goin’.”

Levi couldn’t catch his breath, his shoulders convulsing as his sobs came out in a silent cry. It was a bit disturbing.

You gently placed your hand on the handprint. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated.” A gold flash sparkled under your hand as you recited the spell. Levi slumped against your shoulder, breathing once more. For once, he wasn't embarrassed that his bare skin was touching yours.

“Are you ok?” you asked him.

He sniffed a few times, still shaking, “The pain from the slap is gone but my skin still feels like it’s on fire,” he said, wiping away a tear.

You had a feeling the healing spell wouldn't be strong enough. It had been worth a try, though.

“MC,” Satan called your attention from the other side of the couch. “The aloe gel has dried and the infernal itching has returned.” He squirmed in his seat.

“Here, try this,” Mammon slid an ice pack over Satan’s shoulders.

“THAT’S MAKING IT WORSE!” Satan tore the ice pack from Mammon’s hands, throwing it at his face and knocking his sunglasses off.

“Ow!” Mammon rubbed the red mark just beginning to bloom on his cheek.

You sighed. This was proving more difficult than you’d expected. There wasn’t enough aloe gel to apply on each brother twice. You needed to come up with a solution.

“Is there any chance we can use a duplication spell on this?” You slid the jar to Mammon, who was still holding his cheek in pain.

He picked up the jar and scanned over the ingredients list. “There’s too much stuff in here, between the two of us we might end up with somethin’ similar but there’s also a chance it’ll make everything worse. I ain’t Lord Diavolo.”

You looked at the dwindling supplies on the table. Asmo and Beel had already exhausted the first tube of healing ointment. “That means we can’t duplicate any of that, either?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m hungry,” Beel complained.

Right. Everyone still needed dinner.

Lucifer handed you his credit card before Mammon had a chance to register what was happening. “Just buy anything we need. Supplies, takeout, I really don’t care right now.” He picked up the tube of lidocaine cream and squeezed the entire contents into his hand, rubbing half of it into his own chest and the other half into Satan’s shoulders.

Well, that certainly made things easier. You turned on an animated movie for them to watch while you and Mammon went to the kitchen. You picked a random takeout menu that was stuck to the fridge and ordered meals for everyone, and Mammon sat at the island and searched Akuzon for sunburn relief products on his D.D.D.

“Does Akuzon even deliver to the Human World?” You asked as you hung up the phone.

“They do for demon lords,” said Mammon as he added another item to the cart. “Levi pays for the premium shipping rate so they deliver anywhere.”

“You’re using Levi’s account?”

“Got locked outta mine…”

You sat next to him, helping him choose the best products to heal his brothers’ damaged skin. Lots of aloe gel and healing ointment, analgesic products too. You also purchased a balm that was supposedly infused with magic to speed up the healing process. The bill would be several hundred Grimm but you didn't think Lucifer would mind, considering the circumstances.

“We got three hour delivery, we just gotta keep ‘em happy ‘till then.” said Mammon.

“NO!” Asmo shrieked from the other room, right as the doorbell rang.

“That’s probably the food,” Mammon sighed, “Do you wanna find out what Asmo’s problem is or should I?”

You pressed your hand to your heart, your pulse still racing from being startled. “It would be better if I went to him,” You were less likely to start a fight between the brothers just by entering the room.

Mammon went to answer the door while you returned to the living room.

“Is everything alright?” You asked tentatively.

“Everything is not alright,” said Asmo. “How dare those disgusting eels tip over their boat, Ariel was just about to get her true love’s kiss!”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was just about the movie.

“Mmm, eel…” Beel was almost drooling.

“Would the kiss have even worked?” Satan mused. “How could it be true love, Eric just barely learned her name and they’ve known each other for two days.”

“I wonder,” you smiled.

“Come sit with me, darling,” Asmo pulled you onto the couch between him and Lucifer, nuzzling into you, his skin still feverishly warm, “This movie is wonderful. Have you seen the sea witch’s makeup? I should try something like that for fun, don’t you think? It’s such an iconic look.”

They all seemed really into it, which left you pleasantly surprised. Satan was trying to figure out if the story would end the bittersweet way the original fairytale did, Lucifer argued that it wouldn't be appropriate for a children’s movie to end tragically; their conversation was very lighthearted and almost academic. Levi was using his tablet to draft cosplays of various characters from the film, asking you who you wanted to be. Beel was commenting about all the fish he’d like to eat every time they appeared onscreen, while Belphie hummed along to the score. Mammon brought in the food and then everyone was glad to eat while finishing the movie.

There wasn't a dry eye as the credits rolled after Ariel finally got her happy ending with her prince. Not even yours. A mermaid leaving her family to live with her true love in another realm, the irony wasn't lost on you.

“That was great,” said Mammon, dabbing at a tear with a handkerchief, “Should we watch another?”

Belphie’s shoulders shook as he cried quietly.

“What's wrong, Belphie?” Beel asked as all eyes turned to the youngest.

“M-my skin st-still h-hurts,” he hiccuped.

You were worried about that. They’d all been distracted by the movie for a while, the pain was bound to kick in once it ended.

“I’m starting to feel it again, too.” Lucifer popped a few more ibuprofen capsules.

“How much longer until the delivery, Mammon?” You asked.

He checked his D.D.D. “They’re a hundred stops away, should get here by ten.”

“That's two and a half hours from now,”

The brothers began to complain. You didn't blame them, they were still suffering, but it was starting to give you a headache on top of the one you already had. You needed to placate them and clearly Disney movies weren't enough.

They'd used up all of the supplies, the empty containers littering the table. All that was left was the packet of colloidal oatmeal. You picked it up.

Ingredients: Colloidal oatmeal 100%

“Everyone upstairs to Asmo’s bathroom,” you instructed. You took Mammon by the wrist and led him to the kitchen.

“Now what?” He asked.

“This has only one ingredient,” You held up the packet.

“So we can duplicate it. Good idea, MC!”

Mammon helped you locate a large mixing bowl and you emptied the packet into it. You both waved your hands over the bowl, reciting the duplication spell in unison. You had to repeat the spell six times to have enough for what you needed to do.

When you got upstairs, the brothers were all standing around the bathroom looking very uncomfortable, Asmo had already started filling the tub.

“Everyone needs to strip,” you tossed each of them a towel.

The room broke out in half-hearted groans. You were sure if their faces weren't so red from sunburn, most of them would have been blushing.

“It’s nothing I haven't seen before,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What?” Mammon’s gaze shot to you.

“Nothing…” you gave an innocent smile.

Mammon crossed his arms, muttering something to himself.

“I c- I can’t strip in front of my brothers!” Levi whined.

“It’s no different than bathing at the hot springs,”

“Yeah but I usually–”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are you really in a position to be complaining, Leviathan?”

“N-no…” Levi sniffed.

“MC, look over here, ” Asmo cooed, winking. “I can strip for you, like a good boy.” He swayed his hips, dropping the towel from his shoulders. “Doo doo-doo doo-doo doo doo doo,” he was singing his own sexy background music.

You just stared at him.

Asmo bent down, giving you what was supposed to be a sensual smile, his lips curved wobbly and his eyes were hazed with pain and unshed tears as he moved. But the show must go on, as they say. “Touch me, tease me, feel me up,” He tossed his hair, sliding his hands to the waistband of his swim shorts, beginning to roll them down. “Touch me, tease me, feel me– AHH!” He screamed as the fabric brushed against his inflamed skin.

“Asmo!”

His swim shorts dropped to the ground unceremoniously, as he writhed in pain. Everywhere the shorts had previously covered was porcelain white. He squeaked, picking up the towel to cover himself. This was not how he wanted you to see him.

The others followed suit in a less dramatic fashion, all stripping out of their swimwear, some more bashful than others for being naked in front of you. You and Mammon dumped the contents of the bowl into the tub, allowing the running water to mix it around.

“Get in,” you said.

And they obeyed.

There was just enough room for the six of them to fit in the tub comfortably. They all relaxed in the warm water, their skin finally feeling soothed. They were quiet. Belphie fell asleep right away, and Satan’s eyes no longer glowed with barely concealed rage.

You sat down on the padded bench next to the tub, your muscles untensing at last, Mammon passed you a water bottle and a single demon-strength ibuprofen, just enough for a human headache.

“Thanks,” you took it, sinking deeper into the bench’s soft cushion.

“I’m gonna go put some music on,” he said.

“Sure, go ahead,” You said, your eyes slipping closed.

When Mammon returned with the portable speaker, you were fast asleep.

“Shh…” said Lucifer.

Mammon set the speaker down and lifted you into his arms.

“Thank you, MC,” the brothers each whispered as Mammon carried you off to your bedroom for a well-deserved rest.

“Sleep well,” said Mammon.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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whumpetywhumpwhump · 2 months

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Okay, what you think of seizure/convulsions whump? And when did you realize you were a hospital/sickfic fan?

*love your blog, let's be friends!!

Coupla great questions!!!

1. I do love seizure whump a LOT. I try to make sure things are accurate because ofc these things (like a lot of sickfic and whumpy stuff) do affect real people, but yes I absolutely love reading and writing about it. Since I don't usually read whumper content, a lot of the seizure stuff comes in the form of epilepsy HCs and also pretty serious illnesses like meningitis.

There's something about seizures in whump which just takes things to the next level- if a character is epileptic, the looming threat of a seizure is just always there, and when it happens there's the panic of how long it's going to last/whether it's going to be a big one etc etc. If a character is sick and starts seizing, it's a sign that things really aren't right, and perhaps tips the scales for caretakers from 'illness like the flu' to 'this character is dangerously ill and needs to go to a hospital NOW'.

I have so many things I could talk about here lol, and maybe if people want to see it I could make a whole post about seizure whump on its own, but yeah, I like it a whole bunch!

2. I can't quite pinpoint the exact time I realised I was really into hospital whump, and that's probably because I've been into it for a LONGGG time. Like, even as a kid if there was a character I was really into, I'd start picturing them in these precarious situations. It's only when I got older, obviously, that I discovered there was a community of people who were just like me, and I have to say it was super relieving (I genuinely thought I was a complete weirdo with original, weird thoughts).

I mean, to put things into perspective I wanted to be a doctor when I was five, and a lot of that was because I already loved whump.

An interesting little thing as well is how I think this side of me co-exists with my emetophobia: I've always been super afraid of vomit IRL, and as somebody who's also super into psychology, I find it so interesting how the things we fear and the things we're attracted to can be so linked. After all, 'arousal' is the word used to describe the body's reaction to a stimulus, fearful or exciting or.... otherwise. A lot of people love scary movies because the domesticated fear is like a safe way of experiencing terror that otherwise only happens in real life dangerous situations. In a similar way, I suppose I love sickfics because I'm so afraid of them IRL, and it's a safe way to explore the intense feelings I have about it.

Anyway, this post derailed into me talking about WHY I'm into sickfic (I think) but I find it fascinating!!!

Thanks so much for the ask, and we can definitely be friends! Always love meeting fellow whump lovers ❤️

#asks #send asks #whump prompts #seizure whump #whump #sicknario #sickfic #sickfic whump

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cozy-and-gentle · 4 months

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A Miguel / Peter B. Parker Sickfic

This is actually a re-upload from my blog that got deleted. Someone prompted me to do it, and I really wish I remember who did so I could tag you again. If you find this post, please let me know. I'd love to reconnect. The fanfic is down below. (I made a longer version. I don't know if I'll ever post it because I'm shy that way.)

A shameless little sickfic between Peter B. Parker and Miguel O'Hara because I'm a sucker for fevers and the sunshine/grumpy trope. And if you're a sucker for these things as well, enjoy!

It started a few days ago.

Hopping dimensions wasn’t an easy job. But someone had to keep the multiverse as together as it could be. It wasn’t about living the way you wanted. It was about keeping a delicate balance. That’s what Miguel told himself, anyway. And thus far, that theory proved correct.

Capture the anomalies. Send them wherever they were supposed to be. Correct the flow of canon. Reach stasis. Like clockwork.

For that week, he ended up in Canada for the Spider Woman of that dimension.

He’d faced all kinds of weather wherever he ended up.

But Canada was a new level of cold that he wasn’t used to.

It was bone-chilling. And this anomaly was a Chameleon variant - a master of disguise no matter which variation.

This meant that Miguel was stuck at Earth-705 for damn near a week trying to hunt him down.

His suit was adaptable to the elements, but at times he had to go incognito to figure out his whereabouts. Meaning he felt every single bit of those negative temperatures. Even in his suit, he could feel the cold air entering his lungs.

Earth-705’s Spider-Woman - aka Spider Canada - was cheerful the entire time. She was one of the sunnier spider people. And in retrospect, he felt a little bad for being grumpier than usual toward her. But he was so damn cold the entire time that all he wanted to do was complete the mission and go back to Spider Society. The faster he did that, the better off they all would be.

All would be safe and he could finally get somewhere warm.

Being in a cold environment like that meant that everything was dry. Miguel noticed it by the second day.

Nueva York got cold, but it had humidity. Or at least enough humidity since the city sat near the ocean.

Miguel felt the absence of humidity in his throat. It was a persistent dryness that water temporarily helped.

But he didn’t truly get used to it. He wondered how anyone could live there.

When he came back to HQ, the dryness persisted.

It took a couple of days for his throat to dry out. Maybe it would take a couple of days to adjust.

That’s what he told himself anyway. It’s not like he was traveling much in his dimension to test that theory. But it was the best he had.

The dry feeling in his throat was annoying. The cough that followed was just as annoying. Short, little coughs in an attempt to clear something that wasn’t there.

All things considered, a little cough was the best thing he could have walked away with considering he’d walked away with far worse in other situations.

Pavitir noticed after working alongside him one day, “You’re not smoking are you?” He teased in good humor.

Miguel scoffed, “No. It’s bad for you.”

The Spider-Man of Mumbattan nodded, and left, but soon came back with a cup, “Here. Good chai can help with anything.”

He wasn’t typically a tea person, but it smelled good. Spiced and warm. The kid meant well, and he thanked him as he took a sip.

It was delicious.

The day after, his cough turned into a productive one. Maybe there was something in his throat that he needed to clear. But hell if that wasn’t annoying.

“You smoking, Miguel?” Jess ribbed him.

“You’re the second person to ask, and no.”

“Second? Maybe you should take a break.”

“I’m fine. Throat’s just irritated.”

“Did you try a cup of tea?”

Miguel sighed.

The cough stayed and he muffled it into the crook of his elbow. Annoying. Especially since it impacted his sleep. He tossed and turned the night before, unable to get comfortable. By the next day, he was tired. And stiff.

He hated it. But all he had was surveillance. All things considered, it was quiet again which let Miguel breathe a temporary sigh of relief. Still, he was vigilant. Someone had to be.

And maybe it was the exhaustion but the screens seemed to blur ever so slightly. Like there was a soft haze around them.

Miguel closed his eyes tight, pressing his hand over his eyes in an attempt to get them to focus.

Get it together, O’Hara.

His eyes would focus on the orange glow before they blurred again. He couldn’t remember the last time when he was this tired. Maybe grad school?

He stared at the different sectors of Spider Society. Spider People coming and going. Laughing. Talking. There was nothing so damning that pulled his attention.

So he closed his eyes with a heavy sigh to rest them.

Peter B. Parker had a ritual going on with Miguel O’Hara. He was one of the few that was able to besides Jess. He’d come in to check on him with breakfast in hand. Today was a couple of egg sandwiches on a croissant and two cups of tea. Jess mentioned he seemed to have an irritated throat, so he switched it up.

Peter pushed his office door open with his hip to find Miguel sitting in front of the screens. He usually would in the early hours. Not all the time. But sometimes.

“Hey Miguel,” he said cheerfully.

The other man didn’t move and this made Peter stop. Miguel didn’t respond for two reasons. Either he was engulfed in something, or angry. So he decided for a lighter approach as he walked up, “Hope you like egg sandwiches. Wasn’t sure if you’d like bacon or sausage so whichever one you want, I’ll take the other.”

He slowly put the bag beside him along with the cup, only to find that Miguel had his eyes closed.

His brow slowly raised and a small smile came to his face. Miguel was sleeping. This was rare.

Peter put a hand on his shoulder, “Miguel, hey. Buddy, I brought breakfast.”

Miguel opened his eyes with a sharp intake of air which made him start coughing. He quickly covered it with his elbow.

“Ah, that’s what the tea’s for,” Peter mused as he slid it over in his direction, “Here. It has honey already. This should help.”

Miguel stared at the cup, then Peter with… it wasn’t quite a glare. It was somewhere between annoyance and a pout as he wrapped his hands around the cup with a sigh that sounded pleased.

Peter raised a brow, “How was Earth-705?”

Miguel took a sip of tea, then squinted his eyes as a sneer curled on his lips, “Freezing.”

His voice sounded like it was struggling to claw its way out of his throat.

Peter winced at the sound of it, “That’s rough,” he said as he sat beside the other man, pulling out the sandwiches, “This one’s bacon, this one’s sausage,” he slid them over, “You didn’t get sick, did you?”

Miguel shook his head quickly, “Spider Man doesn’t get sick.”

Peter let out a short, sardonic laugh, “Spider Man doesn’t get sick often,” he corrected, “I got sick way more before I got my powers. It doesn’t happen a lot anymore but when it does, strap in.”

Miguel took the bacon sandwich and unwrapped it, staring at it before taking a bite.

“Trust me,” Peter said, “I got the flu about 5 years ago, I think?” He unwrapped the sausage sandwich and took a bite, talking around it, “Glad it was me and not MJ. People were out of commission for a couple of months sometimes,” he swallowed it and took a sip of his tea, “Thanks to the healing factor, I was out for two weeks. Still a while, but not months. Everyone seems to forget that the flu can kill people, you know?”

Miguel nodded as he chewed slowly, “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, but if you need some time off you know one of us will fill in.”

Miguel grumbled and dismissively waved his hand.

There was a moment of silence before he murmured, “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Always, Miggy,” Peter said as he gave his shoulder a friendly pat.

It was a tame day, but by the end of it, he felt like he was struggling. He was so tired. His head was starting to throb, and he was cold. It was a small chill at first. He had Lyla turn up the temperature a degree. It helped for an hour until it didn’t. And he knew it wasn’t freezing in the room. It just felt that way.

He tightened his muscles to hold those shivers at bay if anyone entered. But by the end of the day, he was too exhausted to do even that.

But no one dared enter his office.

The only person was Peter, who peeked his head in the door, “Hey, just wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Peter slowly made his way in, “Not hungry? C’mon, it’s been hours since lunch. Something’s gotta sound good.”

Miguel shook his head, “I’ll get something later.” He really wished Peter would leave. But he was insistent as he closed the gap between them. He leaned on his desk as he began listing off, “Ah, c’mon. At least take something with you. You don’t want anything? Mexican? Japanese? Indian? Chinese?” He glanced over at Miguel then looked surprised, “Are you shivering?”

“I’m cold,” he grumbled.

“It’s not cold in here. Kinda warmer than usual, actually.”

Miguel was ready to shoo him away when an anomaly alert lit up his screens.

Both men looked over when Lyla popped up and said, “Crossover anomaly on Earth 2851. Shocker from Earth 926.”

Normally, Miguel was a workaholic, but he was hoping that it was the end of the day. He pushed himself up, rubbing at his sore neck muscles, “Alright,” his voice crackled, as his mask appeared on his face.

Peter quickly began to shrug off his robe and sweatpants, “Are you sure you’re up for this, Miguel? I can grab someone else–”

“I’ll be fine,” He said quickly as he typed in his destination on his watch. A portal soon opened in front of them.

“Okay…” Peter hesitated as he pulled on his mask, “Lead the way, boss.”

Out of all the villains and anomalies he faced with Miguel, this one wasn’t the most difficult. But it was a trying mission all the same. They may have been able to apprehend the Shocker anomaly sooner if it wasn’t for the rain.

Not only did it mess with their visibility, but it amplified the Shocker’s abilities. What could have taken them fifteen minutes tops stretched into an hour and a half.

The Spider Woman of that dimension helped immensely and they were able to send the shocker back to his dimension.

Neither of them had injuries, but Miguel had been shocked a few times which led to his suit glitching. And both men were soaking wet.

As soon as they landed in HQ, Peter pulled off his mask with a gasp, “I swear this thing was about to waterboard me.”

Miguel didn’t say anything as he trudged back toward his office.

Peter was quick to follow him. He needed to get his robe and sweatpants which would come in handy since his suit was soaked. And if Miguel wasn’t hungry before, he had to be hungry now. A perfect time for dinner.

“Good job by the way. I know your suit got jacked up, but you didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Miguel continued to trudge forward.

“Okay, we’ll give you a once-over behind closed doors. But if you’re still standing, that’s a good sign! Now, what do you want for dinner?” Peter attempted to wring out part of his suit, letting the excess water drip to the ground, “Ugh, I’m kind of cold. What do you think about soup?”

As soon as they crossed the threshold of the office, the doors closed behind them and Miguel made his way toward his computer.

Peter quickly worked to pull off his suit, grabbing his robe and sweatpants, wrapping himself in them, “Whew, that’s better. You have a change of clothes here, right?”

Miguel didn’t answer as he stared at the screens.

Peter raised a brow as he came to the other man’s side, “Hey… are you okay? You’re starting to worry me.”

Miguel’s mask dissolved and he glanced over, “I’m fine,” in a barely-there voice.

Peter’s eyes widened at his appearance. He looked exhausted and his brown skin had an ashen cast to it. Before Peter could point any of this out, Miguel’s eyes rolled back and his body pitched forward.

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Miguel’s eyes slowly fluttered open, Peter’s face coming into focus. The other man was pressing a cool cloth to his cheek.

Peter let out a huge breath, “There you are…”

Miguel’s brow creased in confusion. The last thing he remembered was going back to his computer after the mission. Then, somehow he ended up in his own bed.

He was dry, tucked in, and warm.

He was finally warm.

He tried to push himself up, but Peter held a firm hand to his chest, “Easy, Miguel, you need to rest.”

Miguel went to ask what the hell happened, but his throat was so raw that he ended up coughing instead.

Peter sighed as he rubbed at his chest with a soft circular motion until he stopped. Miguel tried to say something again, but could only wince and clear his throat.

Peter pressed the cloth to his other cheek. And as if he could read his mind, he quietly said, “You collapsed, right after our mission, burning with fever. I had to get Spider Doctor and he said you have pneumonia,” He folded the cloth and lay it against his forehead, “You should have sat out! You didn’t have to wait until you got this bad!”

Miguel sighed and glanced aside.

Peter sighed as well, “I know you’re laser-focused on saving everyone, but you can’t help anyone like this,” he pressed his hand to his cheek, “You’re still burning up.”

Miguel turned his eyes towards Peter with narrowed brows.

“Don’t give me that look,” Peter said, “Do you know how scary it was to see you faint like that?! I’m the one who should be glaring at you!”

Miguel stubbornly looked away and Peter crossed his arms.

They sat in silence for a long time.

Not that Miguel had much of a choice on that one.

Then he could feel the chills creeping up on him again, and he shivered as they sapped away that blessed heat that he didn’t have nearly enough time to enjoy.

Peter looked at him with a worried expression, “You’re cold again?”

Peter was surprised to see a look on Miguel’s face that could only be described as a miserable pout.

“Here. Scoot over,” he murmured as he shrugged off his robe.

Miguel looked at him suspiciously. Peter moved him over as he scooted into bed behind him, holding him close, and resting his chin on his shoulder, “I can’t give you any more blankets, but I hope this helps. And when you’re ready for it, I got you some soup. And more tea.”

Miguel wanted to point out he had more tea that week than he’d ever had in his life. But it didn’t matter. Not when Peter was so warm against him. He turned and snuggled against the other man’s chest with a soft sigh, marveling at the feeling of his fingers carding through his hair.

Maybe he would have admitted his weakness sooner if he knew this was waiting for him.

Maybe.

But he would never tell Peter that. Instead, Miguel would soak up that moment while he had it, letting Peter’s scent, and warmth, and touch envelope him.

Before more missions and more chaos. Before Peter had to go back to his own family.

For the moment, the other man was his.

And he swore it was a little less cold with him there.

#sickfic #peter b parker #miguel o'hara #spiderdads #atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #my writing #fanfiction

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shion-yu · 2 months

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just talking to absolutely no one really here but felt like I should have it somewhere floating around as it came up on discord yesterday: my personal thoughts about having minor whump (teenage characters, childhood flashbacks) in my sickfics/the stuff I reblog

I don't personally find whump inherently sexual. I wouldn't say it's something kinky for me, nor do I find sickfics in general sexual. I just really enjoy them and they make me happy like I sorta imagine ASMR does it for some people? and that's been true my entire life.

that's why I feel comfortable having minor whump on my blog, and that's a personal preference only. I tag stories even when the characters are 17 as minor whump to be respectful, but it's not like I have a thing about writing kids being beat up or something. I like writing a full lifetime story for my characters including their possibly traumatic childhoods. like... nobody's tagging One Piece or Harry Potter fan fiction as "minor whump" but it is, right? if you're not comfortable having characters that are under 18 anywhere near your own blog, cool. but when I started this blog I had no followers for a long ass time so I made no differentiation between my personal enjoyment (95% of what I post/rb) and stuff that makes me horny (maybe like 5%). as it stands today the only stories of mine that broach the category of "kink" would be the Shu/Julian sick love verse stories which of course includes no minors (I feel like I shouldn't need to say this but nothing that includes minors is to me/should be!). that being said I've ALWAYS had this as an 18+/NSFW labeled blog to be safe, but that doesn't mean all or even most of the stuff is remotely sexual content and of course I can differentiate the things that are. I just wanted to clarify if literally anybody ever wondered or cared, which I doubt but hey, it's a blog, you're supposed to be able to shout your thoughts into the void right?

if anybody bothered reading this I'm interested in hearing your thoughts too. for example one person told me they only allow exclusively kink blogs to follow them simply because they themselves find the stuff sexual, not because the work inherently is. and I think that's actually a very conscious thing to do! but for me that's not the case so I think it's okay...

#personal thoughts #interested in opinions #minor whump #hope this doesn't get me cancelled I'm always willing to listen to another side...

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holy-whackamolee · 6 months

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Hello there, and welcome to... whatever this is.

I've recently discovered what whump means and somehow found out that this was my jam all along (I used to frantically search for hurt/comfort on FF.net back in the day...), so I've decided to create this blog. I follow from gratuiciel!

You can expect a whole lot of whump here, maybe I'll even post my own writing someday, who knows? There might be NSFW though so be warned, I'll tag accordingly.

My favorite whump tropes are as follows:

badass/warrior whumpee

whumper who's also someone else's whumpee

captivity

psychological whump

sickfic (I've had emetophobia since I was a kid so this is me hoping I can fight my fears through controlled exposure I suppose)

hurt/comfort

I'm mostly writing for fandom at the moment, namely anime and video games (my fave media to write for is Dragon Quest 11, I can't get over its sheer whump potential, Hendrik makes the best whumpee)

❦

Well, that's it for my introduction! Bye now!

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sunhatllama · 1 year

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Hello, for chreon request: Sick Fic but the sick is a bioweapon 👉👈🥺 who gets got and the consequences are up to u <3 -leonisdumbasallhell🔪

HI @leonisdumbasallhell !! omg you're one of my favorite blogs. I love this premise so I made it quite a bit bigger than I was originally going to, so this is part 1! (I promise the sick part of this sickfic will come eventually LOL)

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries

Tags: Married Chreon, Infection, Major Character Injury

Word Count: 1556

Part 1/? | Next ->

Please Don't Leave Me (Part 1)

A Resident Evil fic request

"—eon. Where...you? Respond."

The fuzzy masculine voice rang in his right ear. It was coming from his earpiece, he realized. Whoever they were sounded worried, but Leon was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts, much less forming words.

He was on the floor, stretched out on his side, and there was an ache in his chest that he was all too familiar with. He had some bruised—if not broken—ribs. Fuck. He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes, and judging by the way his vision swam, he knew he probably had a concussion.

He looked around and was treated with a blurry sight of the ceiling, ropes and hooks hanging from dark beams. He could hear water lapping against a shoreline and the occasional thump of wooden boats hitting the dock.

"Leon! Please respond, baby," the voice called again, this time more clear, but also louder, and Leon tried not to wince at the volume.

"...what?" Leon replied, pushing himself into a sitting position, swallowing against the nausea building in his throat. The world was spinning and it took everything in him not to fall back to the floor. There was also a strange pulsing in the veins in his arms that he swore was familiar. Looking down, he noticed that there were dark lines streaming down his forearms in a web-like pattern. Infection. He was infected. Part of him knew he should have been worried, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be at the rendezvous point 30 minutes ago," a woman spoke, and Leon strained his mind, finally remembering her name. It was Rebecca, how could he have forgotten?

He thought he should answer her question before they yelled again. "Hit my head. By the docks. Might be infected." Each word sent a piercing pain through his skull and he swallowed the rising bile. God, he hated getting hit in the head.

There was a slew of swear words that Leon couldn't distinguish, then a shaky forced breath. "I'm coming for you." That was Chris. Chris was coming. He must have been who was talking to him earlier.

"Keep him talking, he probably has a concussion," Rebecca said, voice wavering slightly. "I'll get the vaccine ready."

"Alright," Chris said, then switched his attention. "Leon?" His voice was soft and Leon let out a sigh of relief. His husband would make everything better. "What can you see from where you are? I need to be able to find you."

Leon tried to focus again, this time putting more effort into it. Chris asked him, so he would try his best. Squinting, his sight realigned and he searched his environment for anything Chris could recognize. The first thing he saw was a pretty big rock from out the window of the building.

"...a boulder."

"A boulder? Okay, good. Anything else, sweetie? Doesn't have to be big."

Leon groaned, letting himself fall back onto the wet floorboards, a musty mist erupting at the impact. He could see blood pooling out of the corner of his eye, the crimson puddle growing the longer he lay. His skin felt like it was on fire and he could feel sweat budding across his hairline and neck, probably mixing with the blood coating his skin. There was a lot of it. Shit. "Hooks," he exhaled, answering Chris's question.

"Okay I think I know where you are," he replied, a little breathless, the earpiece stuttering slightly. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"Hot. Tired." He wasn't feeling very good, his vision turning dark at the edges. He didn’t know if Chris replied, but he couldn’t discern any words over the roaring in his head.

A flurry of heavy footsteps came from his right side and he closed his eyes, the rumbling sending a wave of pain through his head. "Leon!" Chris yelled, this time voice clear and nearly booming, the words echoing against the waves.

Leon tried to turn towards the man, head rolling, but the movement made his vision whiten. "Chris," he whined.

The man kneeled at his side and Leon gasped for breath. It was getting harder to breathe and his chest felt heavy.

"Don't worry, I've got you." In an instant, Leon was lifted off the ground and into his arms and Leon yelped, falling limp, eyes closing. "Stay awake. Please, Leon. C'mon, stay with me."

Leon lost track of time, his mind swimming with every sway of Chris's body, but never entirely falling unconscious, as much as he wished to do so. The man's chest rumbled, the vibrations deep and comforting. The familiar scent of gunpowder, sweat, leather, and something uniquely Chris overwhelmed him and he relaxed even further. A sharp voice came at him and he whined, trying to open his eyes, lids fluttering. A stab to his neck sent him recoiling and he pressed further into his husband’s chest with a cry.

As if a veil had been lifted, some of his pain went away and he finally felt like he could breathe again, a numbness in his limbs he didn’t realize was there dissipating in an instant, a flush of fluid rushing to the tips of his fingers. He gasped, gulping in air now that it was easier.

"That was the vaccine, Leon. You awake?" That was Rebecca.

Leon groaned, opening his eyes more easily than before, seeing Rebecca and Chris in his field of view, blurry faces focusing. "...huh?"

"There you are." Chris's chest rumbled again. The man looked down at him with unmasked relief, holding Leon tightly. He smiled, but his eyes were glassy.

“Hi,” he said, trying to smile, but he didn’t think he succeeded, for Chris frowned the moment he tried.

The man turned to Rebecca, voice wavering for a moment. “Why are his veins still black?”

The words should have worried him, and a part of his brain was sending off alarm bells, but he ignored it. He strained to look at his arms, seeing they were still darker than normal.

“I’m not sure—he should be fine after the vaccine. Doesn’t he have T-Virus immunity and Plaga antibodies?” Leon was annoyed that they were talking about him like he wasn’t there.

“Yes, he does. Shouldn’t that be helping him?”

“I think it is. If this is a mutated form of the virus, the vaccine might not be as effective. I will have to test his blood to be sure. Let’s hurry back to the helicopter before he gets worse. I can check over his other injuries on the ride back.”

“C’n I’sleep?” Leon slurred, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over him. He wanted nothing more than to pass out for a week, waiting for the pain to stop.

Chris looked down at him, squeezing him tighter, an air of alarm radiating from his expression. “No, not yet, baby. Rebecca has to check out that concussion of yours first.”

Leon whined but forced his eyes open a little more, trying to stay awake for Chris. Their pace seemed to speed up and his body started rocking more frequently. His head was going fuzzy again. “Tired, Chr’s.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, voice wavering with emotion. “Can you try your best for me? We’re almost there.”

The next time Leon was aware, they were maneuvering him into the helicopter and onto a stretcher. He panicked, losing contact with Chris, and tried to struggle against the hands on his body. Chris. Chris. Where was Chris? He felt a sob beginning to build before a hand grasped his in a tight grip.

“I’m here Lee, we just need to get you secured before we fly.”

All of Leon’s energy left in an instant, heaving out a shaky breath. Chris was there. Everything would be okay. He shut his eyes, brow furrowing at the spike of pain in his head.

Soft fingers pried open each of his eyelids and shined a light straight to his retinas. It shocked him, but all he could do was whine and try to turn his head in futile.

A voice from far away spoke. “Pupils… dilated.”

Chris squeezed his hand again. “You’re…great, baby.” Leon could barely hear the words, but they comforted him all the same, and he took a calming breath.

Someone was bandaging his head and arm, something he didn’t know was injured. He supposed that could have been where he was infected. The pressure on his wounds made his back arch as he tried to get away, crying out before gasping for breath. The pressure on his hand tightened and he forced himself to focus on the touch. Leon wanted nothing more than to pass out and not have to deal with this pain, but Chris asked him to try, and he always tried for his husband. Words were passed between the people around him, but he couldn’t catch them all, recognizing, “Infection,” “Concussion,” and “Sick”.

The helicopter blades started to spin and a roaring pierced his ears. He yelped, trying to lift his arms to cover the reverberating sound. Hands grabbed his head gently and surprisingly moved to cover Leon’s ears for him, and he melted at the touch, deflating as the deafening roar lessened.

Before he could thank whoever was helping, another stab in his neck sent him careening into blessed unconsciousness.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil fanfic #chris redfield #chris x leon #leon x chris #chreon #writing #writing prompt #ask #fic request #🦙's writing

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broomsticks · 1 year

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@shipsnsails first things first: i ADORE your blog. A++++ aesthetic. your taste in poetry and books, impeccable. which i suppose is why it’s no surprise that i am equally !!!! over your writing — your fic!! the most phenomenal AUs. the most gorgeous prose. happy sigh, happy sigh.

scorchingly perfect: Valentine, Texas • wolfstar • 37k, M. 1960s texas farm au. horse racing!!

i am sobbing, this is glorious: 57th Street On Fire • wolfstar • 31k, M. Now I’m going down and set 57th Street on fire to keep you warm. OH. what an incredible angsty love story.

hahaha cheating the system: Puppy Love In The Age Of Black Cats • wolfstar • 15k, G. in which sirius is a cat! so fluffy and funny and delightful

lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship: The Power Of The Dog • wolfstar • 71k, E. wizarding legal au with lawyer!remus defending sirius from a fascinating charge. the smut! the social commentary!

so soft and quiet and tender: Bloodletting and Other Remedies • wolfstar • 18k, G. sickfic but it’s remus taking care of sirius! the multi-era time-skip—and the plot—add such lovely new dimensions to this fic!

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for an explanation of why i just wrote you a whole ~thing~, check out this post & the ‘mutuals march’ tag below!

#wolfstar #hp fics #my fic recs #mutuals march

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sickstarlight · 5 months

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can’t find the post rn where people were talking about their experiences learning they were into emeto but I’ve been trying to remember mine

I’ve been kinda fascinated by vomit since I was a kid haha, I used to LOVE the book “my little sister ate one hare” and I have VERY vivid memories of a couple of times I threw up as a young child as well as of my little sister, and some classmates in school… but I think the first time I really felt “something” about it I was reading a book when I was like… maybe nine or ten? and the main character threw up out the car window, and I remember feeling really tingly and warm reading it xD

obvs at the time this wasn’t sexual but my favorite puke stories from when I was a kid are

- the time I kept sipping on more orange juice every time I felt nauseous, because I’d heard it was supposed to make you get better faster? I did that for a whole morning and then suddenly spewed it all up all over the counter and floor. It was sort of pinky-orange and all liquid, and I couldn’t drink orange juice for a LONG time after that.

- the time I was starting to recover from the stomach flu, and was getting back to eating normally, so I’d had a big bowl of bean and bacon soup. Then I was playing with my sister and we were running around the house, and I guess all the movement upset my stomach again, because I jumped up on the couch and suddenly threw up soup EVERYWHERE. it was chunky and looked just like it had when I ate it. somehow that DIDNT totally turn me off of soup, though (but to this day I love thinking of sick characters unable to stomach soup with chunks in it bc it reminds them too much of vomit, lol)

anyways I think I started searching for “sickfic” in fandoms around 15 or so on tumblr and found the emeto community that way! I lurked for a few years before eventually making this blog :)

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amyreadsandstresses · 2 years

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AMY'S DAILY FIC REC

And we're back, baby!

*Signs of Life - DefNotForWork

39k, 17/17, Johnlock, Mystrade, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Humor, BAMF Sherlock, BAMF John, A little bit of everything really

The Yarders have a pretty well developed view of Sherlock Holmes. Cold, cruel, dispassionate and robotic. He simply doesn't register as human. As Sherlock and John fall farther and farther in love with one another, however, the proud men and women from NSY find themselves facing irrefutable evidence as to the true existence of a heart in Sherlock Holmes. These are a couple random drabbles in which the Yarders see some pretty damning signs of life.

*To Come Home - Anon

9K, 6/6, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mary Morstan, Family Feels, No Slash, Nice Mycroft, SO MUCH FLUFF

After the Reichenbach Fall, Sherlock is de-aged to his four year old self with his current brain.

He's adopted by John Watson.

*Under The Veil - frozen_delight

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Asexual Sherlock, Straight John, Post Reich

After another successfully solved case, it’s snowing outside 221B. Inside, Sherlock’s thinking about poisonous poinsettias, while John contemplates the snow, composes a new blog entry in his head - and reminisces.

*Fragile - Tor_Raptor

9 works, 205k, Johnlock-ish, ANGST, Cancer, Leukemia, Trigger Warnings for Medical Trauma and Graphic Prodecdures, Soft Mycroft, Good Friend Greg Lestrade, Lovely Mrs. Hudson, Awesome Molly, Found Family, HAPPY ENDING, Sickfic

Sherlock gets sick, not 'he'll recover in a few days' sick, but hospitalised for a long time sick. His friends are all there to help him, but he is Sherlock, he doesn't want or need their help.

*For Love - lurikko

13k, 1/1, Johnlock, Marriage and Weddings, No Mary, FLUFF, STUNNING FIC, Nice Lestrade

Sherlock asks John to marry him. It's for a case. Probably.

*Damage - lifeonmars

2 works, 49k, Delightful and Heartbreaking, Johnlock, Warstan, Character Death, Marriage Proposal, Grief, Slow Burn, TW, Eventual Happy Ending

No damage could ever be truly repaired. John would not be the same.

Or, what happened after the tarmac.

*Awkward - sherlockislovely

5 works, 8k, Johnlock, Fluff and Humor and Smut

Awkward sex. Awkward encounters. Awkward conversations. Sherlock and John navigate their new relationship, but they have to get through some uncomfortable situations along the way.

*Horse and Carriage - flawedamythyst

60k, 14 works, Johnlock, Asexuality, Mystrade, Lovely

Sherlock proposes. John thinks the whole idea is ludicrous.

*The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes - KarlyAnne

13k, 3 works, Johnlock, Smut, Leangire

“Why do you suppose he was doing that?”

“Why do I suppose who was doing what?”

“The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?"

*All The Flavour, Cherry and More - cwb

6k, 1/1, Johnlock, Smut, Lip Gloss

Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn't disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

*The Road Trip Series - stupid_drawings

5 works, 15k, John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Cows, Road Trips, Humor

Sherlock, John, and Lestrade on a road trip together, stuck in the same car for hours. The numbers are how long they have been on the road.

*The Beats In Between - theinvader5

2 works, 6k, Johnlock, Post Reich, PTSD, Reunion, Angst

Sherlock thought he could spend two years away without any personal repercussions. As it turns out, he's not as infallible as he thought.

*Nearer, My God, To Thee - Pargoletta

20k, 8/8, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sarah Sawyer, Mrs Hudson, Case Fic, Med Fic, INCREDIBLE, Homophobia and other forms of bigotry

London is hit with a deadly flu epidemic, but John slowly begins to suspect that there is a more human agency at work. He, Sherlock, and Sarah must work together in order to identify and track down a ruthless killer.

*Tick Tock, Tick Tock - lotherington

1k, 1/1, Gorgeous, Magical Realism, Johnlock, Mycroft Holmes, Hearts

Sherlock is ten years old when he decides that hearts are ugly. He is sixteen years old when he decides that hearts are useless.

Sherlock's heart is made of clockwork.

*Scent of a Watson - Enterthetadpole, WritingOutLoud

4k, 1/1, Johnlock, Irene Adler, Questioning, Asexuality, Self Discovery

Sherlock never understood people's fascination with scents. Beyond the various case-related smells, he'd never taken much away from the scents others loved so much. Until he met John Watson.

*Skin Deep - thegingerintheback (CdnGingerGirl)

3k, 1/1, Johnlock, Self Care, Humor

Did you really think Sherlock just naturally looked good?

*With Time - annabagnell

8k, 2 works, Johnlock, A/B/O, Mpred, Absolutely Breathtaking

Heats weren’t what they used to be. Anymore it was like a low-grade itch, sometimes one that Sherlock didn’t even know needed scratched until John happened across it. Sometimes it was nothing more than a few moody days where Sherlock was a tetchy sonofabitch, being extra snappish and fussy until John looked at the calendar and said ‘ah’ and took Sherlock to bed. Sometimes, he’d be the one to catch on first. When that happened, it was more like it used to be. More seduction. More ‘come-take-me-to-bed.’ A spark, sometimes. A spark.

*A Beautiful Specimen - KittieHill

20k, 7/7, Johnlock, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Happy and Smutty and Parentlock-y near the end

The Holmes family are forced to give sperm samples every ten years to find out if they're still fertile as instructed in their grandmother's will.

Sherlock struggles with his ability to feel sexual arousal and give a sample, putting his parents at risk.

He needs a firm, supportive hand - one which happens to be connected to his devilishly handsome flatmate.

*What Makes Us Rich - flawedamythyst

31k, 2 works, Johnlock, Asexuality

Sherlock attempts an experiment and John gives something up.

*An Approximation to Perfection - TooSel

22k, 1/1, Smut, Insecure Sherlock, Johnlock, Body Worship, Experimentation, Fluff, Porn with feelings

Sherlock realises just how good the sex John had with his last girlfriend was. The solution is simple: he's going to do everything in his power to ensure that their own sex life stays interesting.

Only that it's never quite that easy.

*Let's Get Drinks - scribblesecure

4 works, 5k, Johnlock, Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Coming Out

Molly narrowed her eyes. “Is this something to do with John?”

“No,” he said quickly.

“You sure?”

*No Romo - shnuffeluv

9 works, 5k, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Queer Platonic Relationship, Aromantic Sherlock, Straight John

Sherlock comes out to John... and, believe it or not, neither man is gay.

#amy's fic rec #bbc sherlock #johnlock #asexual sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #molly hooper #johnlock fanfiction

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basilhopewhumps · 10 months

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hi i exist and have just made this lovely whump blog!!!!

what's up friends???? i have just decided to make a whump blog because i have been so into whump in the past few years while i've been on tumblr on another account and today i decided, fuck it, i wanna be part of the whump community on tumblr! it looks lovely! so here i thought i'd make an intro/master post with everything y'all need to know about me so i can find some friends!!! and i will add to this as needed so yall have information about me that is real and true lol

and i'm new here so please if you're an established member of the whump community and could point me to blogs you like to follow, thatd be swell!

basics:

my name is Basil! it is not my real name lol!

I use he/they pronouns though sometimes i think xe/xem/xyr would be cool so i wouldnt mind that either :]

i'm 18 years old!

i have a main blog so i'm familiar with tumblr but i'm not going to share that because i don't want this to have anything to do with that life! i will say though that i write fanfiction for a small fandom and that's how i got into whump because i write a lot of hurt/comfort :D know that the characters from that fandom are always a little bit in my head when i'm reading or writing whump <3333

whump likes/dislikes:

i like:

soft caretaking! soft! caretaking! so many like, hardcore whump things are fun for me as long as there's soft caretaking at the end. that's my endgame really. it's all about that hurt/comfort!! woo!!!!!!

sickfic!

touch starved whumpees. i live and die for that shit

panic attacks/anxiety attacks/general anxiety! as someone who suffers from anxiety myself i really enjoy reading about characters having anxiety and getting taken care of and soothed

sleep deprivation/insomnia/sleepy whumpees getting taken care of. i am known in my fandom life for writing sleepy fics all the time haha

nightmares

crying at all, really. i just. i like it when characters cry man

did i mention soft caretakers? thats important

i tend to pretty much write whumpee x caretaker romantically (in my fandom hurt/comfort fics it is usually one character in a ship hurt and the other comforting them) but i am also cool with platonic whumpee + caretaker relationships!

i could have a good time with pet whump i think???? i just, again, i want them to escape at the end and be taken care of by a caretaker who helps them ease into being their own person again

i don't like:

whump with no comfort/no caretaker/no happy ending/etc. all respect to it but it just makes me feel bad so- yeah i prob won't interact much with blogs who only post stuff like that!

any kinky whump. it just makes me feel super icky, please dont send me anything related to that. i don't mean i won't read/write/talk about anything nsfw in whump- i think the general rule is if whump is supposed to turn you, the reader, on then please count me out!! this is generally a sfw blog!

marvel whump or superheroes in general or hero/villain. anything of that sort

what i'm gonna do here:

if people send me requests for prompts/scenarios that i like i will happily oblige them!!!!!

may also just generally write some whumpy things

and mostly just reblogging whump posts that i like and seeing what's going on in this community! it's gonna be great guys i'm excited to be here :D

please send me any asks about anything at all times, or message me, whatever, always down to chat and befriend people <3333

#whump #whump writing #soft whump #whump community

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subzeromoron · 3 months

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drop your rinniki fic reccs king

Okay so I'm not actually on ao3 very much (browser + social app time limits) but I'll indulge occasionally when I'm on my pc None of them are nsfw because I don't like smut!!! *asexual flag waves aggressively*

I put the links under the cut and I can edit it if finding them is difficult!

I will always, always, always love sickfics. I found this fic in my bookmarks (I had to read it again because I'm done and won't write notes about why I saved it) It feeds my "both Rinne and Niki are housewives" thing but I'm also pretty sure that's just cannon?? It has a teeny bit of angst but it's brief so nothing to worry about. I also think it's written by one of the artists for the daily rinniki tumblr blog?

This one is actually supposed to be HiMERU-centric but it's so tender.... And I'm such a sucker for tender rinniki augh,,, Gosh I love Crazy:B and the tags are a riot

This one is longer (hanahaki!) I don't remember it too well but its so well written... I thoroughly enjoyed it...mmm, angst... Be warned, it's hanahaki so emetophobia warning and all that. And apparently it's written by the same person who wrote the sickfic. Interesting, I hadn't noticed Another sickfic (are you sensing the pattern yet???) but Rinne's the one who's sick this time. It's so silly. I love silly gay people.

I don't have many bookmarks with the rinniki tags and a lot of them aren't rinniki heavy so I didn't include them but thanks for asking me about them :D they are silly to me and I hope you enjoy

#fridge answers #thank you for making me more mentally ill

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Whumper-dumps ask game: 10, 11, and 15

Also, I read your pinned tropes list post, and I just wanna say that sickness and fainting are immaculate together. A whumpy pb&j. A good soup that never gets old. You get it.

- @writinggremlin

10- Have you ever experienced anything you put your whumpees through?

Yes! I've definitely experienced the good ol' 'standing up too fast, about to faint', and I've had bad reactions to medications before. I've experienced more of the emotional whump side of things, since I have autism and a panic disorder, so writing sensory overloads/shutdowns and panic attacks are my thing!

I have also been concussed before and I do not recommend it. Someone knocked into me while I was ice skating and I fell face first, blacked out for a few seconds, and then could not see for about half an hour- not even exaggerating, I was blind for a while 😭. Of course, though, this was on a school trip, so they just bundled me back into the coach, closed the curtains around me, and did not keep me from falling asleep like they were supposed to! I should've gone to the hospital asap but it was only when I got home, puked, and felt awful that my Mum took me to A&E (UK version of the ER).

11- Favourite whump blogs?

I mostly follow sickfic blogs on here, so special mention to @warmblanketwhump and @allthewhumpygoodness , I have post notifications turned on for both of them lol

That being said, often a post pops up on my feed from a whump blog I've never seen before, and it's fantastic!

15- How many whump related OCs do you have? How many have you posted?

This is a difficult question to answer honestly, because technically the answer is 0- I pretty much exclusively write for fandoms. However, a few of the characters I write for appear in their respective media so briefly (e.g a few episodes) and with so little background, that I'm essentially creating an OC lol. Pretty much everything about them is made up.

And yes! Fainting and sickness are GREAT together, especially when fainting is an indicator of just how rough they're feeling. Might make a full post about it...

#whump #asks #please submit more!!! this is fun!

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1drarepairfics · 2 years

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Here’s the roundup for June 2022!

Remember to leave kudos and comments if you check these out.

Feel free to submit you fics to the blog if you want to be included in future lists.

🌈 In the midst of a storm by @quelsentiment --- [fic post] [[WIP]]

ot5 | 51k | mature

Zayn didn’t know that a new story was about to unfold right in front of his eyes. If he had known, maybe he wouldn't have been so quick to claim that his life was quiet and uneventful, even verging on boring at times. If he had known, it was hard to say whether he would have stayed in bed that day, kept the bookshop closed, and avoided all that was to come or, on the contrary, gone to the pier himself to greet the newcomer with eagerness.

🌈 Vampire's Kiss by by @blaise-on-melancholy-hill

ziam | 50k | mature

Zayn works as a servant and blood giver for a group of old and rich vampires. He just does what he's told, whether that's cleaning up around the big mansion house, or opening a vein for them. One day, he's asked to take food downstairs to the basement dungeon where there's a few prisoners in cells. It's not the first time he's done it, but there's something different about this time. He doesn't know what the new prisoner has done to deserve being tortured and thrown in here, but he can't just leave him to die.

It's too late by the time it dawns on him that he should've just walked away, and by the time he figures out that he should not get involved with this vampire, he's already way in over his head.

🌈 I drown with every kiss, I’m not used to this by just_a_blurryface --- [fic post]

ziam | 41k | mature

Zayn is an artist who fell in love with the chocolate sculptures he keeps seeing every time he passes by the chocolate shop. He didn’t intend to fall in love with the guy he’s met inside it too.

🌈 run away with my heart by storhan

narry | 28k | explicit

Niall’s a con artist who was only after Harry’s money, but he left with something much more valuable: his heart.

🌈 Killer by Avariiice

narry | 28k | teen and up

When Harry arrives in Ireland, he's hoping to leave everything in his past.

Then he meets Niall Horan and suddenly everything seems to fall in place for once in his goddamn life.

That is, until someone decides they'd prefer Harry dead.

🌈 Two Birds On A Wire by DaphneLoligo

haylor | 20k | mature

Taylor and Harry are best friends since childhood. One night, their entire relationship changes. They plan to just have sex without feelings, but when has that ever worked out?

🌈 I Know It's Weird, But It's Worth It by @restless-rebels --- [fic post]

zarry | 10k | not rated

Zayn's on a journey and Harry is there to help her along

🌈 Feeling Green by SyupeoBWanna

ot5 | 9k | mature

Harry is not feeling well but he doesn't want everyone to be worried. He didn't tell anyone. A fight happened and is everything will be okay? A sickfic.

🌈 Under Your Skin, Over the Moon by Cowboying

horville | 9k | mature

Orville is leaning some of his weight on the table before Harry, where he sits tucked into the booth alone. What a terrible socialite he is tonight! He ought to be ashamed of himself. Dorothy would have already befriended every misfit in the crowd of afterparty-goers, the people who didn't quite fit in with the rest. He supposes it's alright the tables are a bit turned.

or, Harryween Weekend featuring Orville and Harry.

🌈 stay soft (but don't be gentle) by mywonderwall

gryles | 7k | explicit

The moment Nick hooks his arm around Harry’s shoulders and brings him into his side, as he has done so many times before, Harry knows he’s a goner. He hates that he doesn’t even know if his body would like what he thinks his brain likes. Because all those years ago, fooling around with Nicole in his childhood bedroom, he had been so convinced that he wanted her, so hot for her in his mind, and then…

At least Nicole had been kind about it.

He wonders if Nick can feel how fast his heart is racing.

🌈 All The Small Things by @restless-rebels --- [fic post]

lilo | 6k | not rated

Louis finally looked up, staring at the same boy from the laundry room, his hair dry and soft looking, a short quiff at the top of his head. “Hey, uh, Liam, right?”

The tall alpha nodded. “Not a problem, Louis?” The omega nodded. “Is your wrist okay?” Before Louis could answer, he felt a rush of calm wash over him, as though he took a shot of whiskey. He watched as Liam closed his eyes and smiled.

Louis cleared his throat, having forgotten for a second that he had even fallen. “I think so. I didn’t put all of my weight on it, at least I don’t think I did. I’m sure Harry will insist on wrapping it when we get upstairs either way.”

“Good, that’s good.” They stood there awkwardly, Liam’s hands still holding Louis’s arm, both just staring, neither saying anything.

🌈 just me and you (sweet endings too) by mywonderwall

gryles | 5k | explicit

Nick swoops down to kiss him, unable to help himself. “I want this to be all about you, alright? Nothing gets me hotter than you feeling good.” It’s true, and it seems to be something that is very Harry-specific for Nick. Or maybe it’s the whole “being in love” thing. Turns out, it’s not as overrated as he once thought. Under Your Skin, Over the Moon

🌈 Love and Hate (on Tour!) by lastdirection

gryles | 5k | mature

Nick reluctantly uses his holiday time to go on tour with his boyfriend’s band. While his boyfriend’s best friend seems to hate him, Nick can’t bring himself to care, honestly.

🌈 we could be the ocean (or nothing at all) by caujinary

ziall | 4k | general audiences

Zayn finds himself helpless to the call of Niall’s sea blue eyes.

🌈 Welcome To the Family by Chai_tea_bea

ziam | 3k | not rated

Zayn just wants his baby, and the universe grants him that wish, but it takes longer than he would've liked it to. It's all worth it though, when he remembers that he gets to be a dad, and gets to watch the love of his life be a dad.

🌈 Bluebirds Fly by @lh-home --- [fic post]

horville | 2k | explicit

Orville gets railed by his little bluebird on Harryween.

🌈 Louis-my-hedgehog by ColThKnighthold

zouis | 1k | teen and up

In which Louis has not a nice childhood, but does find love in the end

🌈 Naughty naughty by FeatherLight55

ot5 | 1k | mature

Subs Niall and Zayn are very sneaky, going out clubbing in the middle of the night. Turns out, the Doms knew all along and they are not happy.

🌈 Virginia is for Lovers by @haztobegood --- [fic post]

narry friendship | 1k | general audiences

Harry and Niall go hiking in the Appalachian Mountains.

🌈 never seen anything so obscene by sunflowerrry

gen | 596 | not rated

Louis is performing live in Mexico and decides to do things a bit differently.

🌈 Snap, Crackle and Pop by Purple_Pixie143

tomlinshaw | 300 | mature

Just trying to clear these dust mites outta my head

#rare pair roundup #june 2022

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