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I love your writes, can I ask one where Heeseung gets sick during a trip and the members take care of him?

A lot of high fevers please, like the members think is only carsick but it gets worse

Thank you it's my first request 😘

Swaying

Fandom: Enhypen

Sickie: Heeseung

Caregivers: Enhypen

prompt @whumpril

No one’s POV.:

The members of Enhypen were absolutely hyped. Not only did they get a prolonged break from their schedules, they even got to go on a trip together, so they could get away from their hectic idol lives and do some bonding as a group. Everyone was excited to get going, though one of the members couldn’t shake a faint feeling that something was wrong. Heeseung was a little uneasy when they got into the van, his stomach feeling bubbly with what he figured was nerves. The whole situation felt wrong to the eldest but he guessed it was just because they had never gotten such a long break, so his sub consciousness couldn’t help but distrust it. “Cheer up, hyung”, Niki giggled as he plopped into the seat next to Heeseung, “There are two weeks of freedom ahead of us.” The eldest sighed, trying to relax into his seat. Niki was right. There was no reason to hold on zo all this tension in his stomach.

To all their surprise, Heeseung fell asleep only thirty minutes into their five-hour-drive, seemingly more rundown from their recent schedules than he had been aware of. That made the prospect of a two week vacation, so much more alluring. He’d catch up on all that lost sleep soon, so good thing he had already started. The members toned it down immediately when they noticed their hyung sleeping and with the atmosphere in the van quieting down, Jake and Sunoo were out cold soon too.

Sadly, Heeseung didn’t stay asleep for long, despite the others’ best efforts to let him rest. The low rumble of the engine that had been so soothing earlier was now slowly getting on his nerves, while the stuffy interior of the van almost made him feel claustrophobic. It was like there was no oxygen left and no mater how fast he breathed, it could never be enough. Jay turned to Heeseung when he noticed his hyung’s ragged breathing, softly asking the eldest of he was alright. Grimacing, Heeseung requested: “Could we crack a window or something? It’s so stuffy in here.”

Struggling out of his hoodie, Heeseung fanned himself with his hands, face flushed and small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Aren’t you sweating?”, he frowned, glancing at Jungwon who had covered himself with his coat, “It’ so freaking hot.” – “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, hyung? It’s not hot and you look really flushed”, the leader hummed, reaching for their cooler to hand Heeseung a cold drink. Rubbing his face, the older muttered: “I don’t know. Might be getting carsick. My stomach feels funny.” – “You didn’t eat anything today”, Jay pointed out, “Maybe it’s hunger. Do you want a protein bar?” Though he really didn’t have an appetite, Heeseung let himself be talked into nibbling a protein bar and also accepted a small bag of crackers from Niki.

Eating turned out to be a bad mistake, making the boy feel sicker by the minute. “How’re you feeling?”, Jay asked after a little while, hoping the snack might have settled Heeseung’s stomach. The eldest shook his head and groaned: “’s getting worse. Feel like ‘m gonna puke.” – “Shit”, the younger cursed, glad that Sunghoon was already talking to the driver to ask him to pull over as soon as possible while Jake rummaged through his backpack in search of a plastic bag, “Hang in there, hyung.” Niki comfortingly rubbed Heeseung’s back, which helped the older stay calm enough to take slow, controlled breaths to at least and ward off the nausea for the time being. Not much later, Jake pressed the bag into Heeseung’s hand but they were already pulling onto a parking bay, so the eldest unbuckled his seatbelt while the car was still moving and threw open the door the second they came to a halt.

Heeseung staggered away from the car, shoving the bag into his pocket before doubling over. Bracing himself against the guardrail, he gagged over the grass and felt his stomach lurch but only a small, watery trickle came up. Jay walked up next to him and gave him a few gentle pats on the back, a little surprised when his hyung pitched forward a large wave splattering onto the grass. Another hand appeared on Heeseung’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as the eldest kept retching. “You’re okay, hyung”, Jake hummed softly, steadying Heeseung when the older swayed forward and almost toppled over the guardrail. Taking in large gulps of air, Heeseung rasped: “Gosh, I knew my stomach was upset but I didn’t expect it to be this angry.” He gagged unproductively again before spitting onto the grass and straightening back up. For a short moment, Heeseung lost his balance, stumbling into Jake’s side before composing himself and walking back to the car with his friends close by his side.

“Have some water, hyung”, Jungwon encouraged, handing the older his water bottle. Still queasy, Heeseung didn’t dare have a drink yet but he rinsed his mouth and gladly accepted the mint Sunoo offered him. His hands still trembled when he handed the water back and rubbed at his face. Though Heeseung didn’t feel as nauseous anymore, his stomach was still cramping and his head had started to pound when he threw up, the headache lingering now and gosh, he was so tired despite his little nap earlier. Since it was only a small parking bay, they couldn’t really take a longer break there for Heeseung to catch his breath and calm down, so they found themselves back on the road sooner than any of the would’ve liked. They had switched seats though, Jay and Jake sitting on either of Heeseung’s sides. The eldest had retrieved the plastic bag from his pocket and held onto it tightly as he closed his eyes and rested his head on Jake’s shoulder.

Groaning softly, Heeseung squeezed his eyes shut, body tense in his seat. “What are you feeling, hyung?”, Jake whispered, desperate to ease the other’s suffering. Swallowing thickly, the eldest breathed: “My stomach’s turning and my head hurts.” – “Do you feel like you need to be sick again?”, the Aussie asked, glancing at the bag in his friend’s hands. Heeseung weakly shook his head and slurred: “Jus’ wanna sleep.” Though surprised by how drained their hyung seemed, the members were glad that he fell asleep almost immediately. Hopefully he’d be able to sleep through most of the remaining drive and thereby avoid his carsickness.

They only had another hour to go when Heeseung woke up from his nap, beads of sweat running down his temples. Before anyone had even noticed him being awake, the crinkle of the plastic bag caught Jake’s attention. A moment later, Heeseung sleepily lifted his head from the Aussie’s shoulder and brought the bag up to his ashy pale lips, gagging hard. “Oh dear”, Jake sighed, rubbing the other’s back while Jungwon and Sunoo cracked the windows, “You’ve never gotten this carsick before, hyung. What’s up with you today?” The only reply was a hoarse whimper after a gush of stomach acid made the bag grow heavier in Heeseung’s hands. Patting his hyung’s knee, Jay informed: “There’s a gas station just a few kilometers away. We’ll take a break there. Maybe being on solid, unmoving ground and getting some fresh air will calm your stomach down.

Heeseung felt weak when Jay got out of the van and helped him climb out as well. Swaying on his feet, the eldest leant back against the van and drew a shuddering breath. Somebody took the plastic bag from him but he didn’t find the strength to look up. “Hyung, there are a few benches over there”, Sunghoon hummed, taking the other’s arm, “Do you wanna lay down for a bit? You look about ready to fall over.” Giving a slow nod, Heeseung let the younger guide him to a bench and flopped down on his back. He covered his face with his arm and took a few slow breaths to ease the churning in his stomach. His head ached so badly it was hard to grasp a clear thought. Slipping his hand under his shirt, Heeseung palmed at his tense abs and tried to soothe the cramps but it was to no avail.

Feeling his stomach clench, Heeseung rolled onto his side and gagged weakly. His mouth watered and he didn’t have the energy to swallow or spit it out, so he just let the saliva drip onto the pavement next to him. Sunghoon worriedly brushed the hair out of Heeseung’s face while making eye contact with Jay, who made his way over to them. Jay’s steady hand ran up and down his back while Heeseung gagged uselessly. His throat was already raw but Heeseung doubted his stomach would calm down unless he managed to empty it completely. Remembering how Jay had made him throw up so hard earlier, the eldest sniffled: “Cou-could you pat my- my back again?” – “I think you’re empty, hyung”, Jay frowned, his hand stilling on the other’s back, “Maybe you should try to take a few deep breaths instead.” – “Jay, please”, Heeseung whimpered, tears of desperation dripping from his lashes.

Jay couldn’t stand to see his hyung suffer any longer and hesitantly delivered a few firm pats between the other’s shoulder blades. Heeseung retched hard and finally brought up a small wave of bile, barely hearing Sunghoon’s voice over the ringing in his ears. The younger had made a discovery when brushing Heeseung’s hair out of his face and advised Jay to feel their hyung’s forehead. While Heeseung slowly caught his breath, Jay’s palm gently cupped his forehead and then his cheek. Clicking his tongue, Jay muttered: “I don’t think you’re carsick, hyung. You’re burning up and you’ve felt overly hot in the car earlier. This looks more like a stomach bug to me.”

Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Heeseung turned onto his back and rasped: “A fever would explain why my head hurts so badly.” – “Why didn’t you say anything, hyung?”, Jay frowned, helping the older sit up when Niki approached them with water and tissues. “I wasn’t sure”, Heeseung admitted, “And I didn’t want to ruin this trip for you guys.” – “Hyung, it’s not your fault that you’re sick”, the maknae sighed, wetting a tissue to clean the other’s hand and lips, “And you didn’t ruin anything for anyone. We’re on a two week break, more than enough time for you to recover and still have a fun vacation. Do you feel like you could stomach some water?” Heeseung weakly shook his head but accepted the bottle to rinse his mouth.

“We bought antacids and pretzels”, Sunoo smiled, holding up a small plastic bag from the gas station. Rummaging through his backpack, Jungwon mumbled: “I have painkillers if you want to take something for the headache and to bring your fever down. You should probably eat some of the pretzels first.” – “Thanks”, Heeseung rasped tiredly, “I don’t think I could keep it down right now but I might try in a few minutes.” Jake had pulled a towel from his luggage and held it out to Niki, so the maknae could pour some of the water onto it. Gently draping the cold cloth across his hyung’s neck, Jake hummed: “We only have another hour to go, so we’re not really in a rush. You can take your time to catch your breath. Take as long as you need and let us know when you feel ready to continue or for some medicine.”

They got Heeseung laying down on the bench, elevating his legs on Sunoo’s lap when his blood pressure dropped, leaving him lightheaded. “When we get to the vacation rental, he can lie on the couch and we’ll unload the car and set his room up first”, Jay laid out his plan, “I don’t like how high his fever is and that he’s still so nauseous despite being empty.” – “I searched up the hospitals in the area around the rental”, Jake hummed, holding up his phone, “I got the address in case we need to take him to urgent care.” – “That’s a good thing to keep at the back of our minds but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that”, Jay agreed but tried to keep the group calm, despite his own worries. If Heeseung wouldn’t manage to at least keep some water down soon, a trip to urgent care wouldn’t be all that unlikely.

Not wanting to keep the group stuck at all gas station when they could be at their vacation apartment instead, Heeseung eventually nibbled a few pretzels before getting medicated and asking his friends to help him back to the car, so they could continue. Did he feel ready to? Absolutely not. It couldn’t be helped though if they wanted to get to their destination. Swaying on his feet, Heeseung clung to Jake and Niki, afraid he’d trip himself while his balance was so off. “You got more bags? Pretzels aren’t sittin’ so well”, the eldest slurred, head dropping onto his chest. Easing his hyung into his seat, Sunoo hummed: “We grabbed a bunch from the gas station. Don’t worry, hyung, we’re prepared.”

Heeseung pretty much melted into his seat, too weak to keep himself upright. Jake carefully buckled the eldest in and made sure he was set up with a plastic bag in his hand. They could only hope they’d make it to their destination without anymore incidents but chances were slim. Grabbing the damp towel, Jake dabbed at Heeseung’s burning forehead before folding it and draping it across the back of his hyung’s neck. The older was still so awfully feverish, his eyes glazed over and out of focus. He groaned lowly when the van started to move again, making his stomach drop.

The mood had been so lighthearted and excited when the had first departed on their trip but now a tense silence hung over the group, all of them hoping their eldest hyung would just sleep through the rest of the drive, so nobody dared making a sound for the fear of waking him. Heeseung wasn’t asleep though, merely drifting in his feverish haze only half grasping the situation. His stomach still rolled, throat sore from how much he had been throwing up. A wet burp slipped from his lips, head dipping forward as he clumsily fiddled with the bag, hands trembling too badly to obey him. “I got you”, Jake promised, plastic bag crinkling as he took it from the older and held it under his chin. Shuddering, Heeseung gasped for air before he pitched forward again. He coughed hard when bits of the pretzels got stuck in his throat, stomach already lurching again.

Lowering the bag when it didn’t seem like Heeseung would be able to bring anything else up, Jake muttered in English: “There goes the medicine.” The eldest was too out of it to understand but Jay did, nodding in acknowledgement. He knew their situation was serious but he really hoped they wouldn’t have to drag their exhausted hyung to urgent care. They were lucky though, finally pulling into the driveway of their vacation rental after a drive that had felt like forever to the members. Jake got out of the van and disposed of the sickbag, while Jay and Niki helped Heeseung out of the van. Niki caught his hyung around the waist when the older tripped himself, still swaying when he was supported by two of his dongsaengs.

As soon as they made it inside and kicked off their shoes, they deposited Heeseung on the couch and unloaded the van, leaving their luggage in the hallway and only unpacking the most essential items. “Hyung, your room is ready and we put a trash can next to the bed”, Jungwon informed quietly, “Is there anything else we can do?” Gently sitting Heeseung up, Jay requested: “Could you cook some rice? I’ll make some jook later and it’d save me a lot of time if there’s some cooked rice prepared.” The leader nodded, already heading to the kitchen.

Slinging Heeseung’s arm across his shoulders, Jay pulled his swaying hyung up from the couch and down the hallway to his room. The older was incredibly grateful to finally be on solid ground for good and tiredly flopped down on his bed. “The trash can is right next to you”, Jay hummed as he helped the other sort out his blanket to properly cover him, “I’ll grab you a drink and a cold cloth for your forehead. We gotta try to bring that fever down if we can’t give you fever reducers.” – “Thank you”, Heeseung rasped, draping his arm over his eyes. He felt guilty about ruining the groups vacation but Niki’s did have a point. It was a two week vacation and he should hopefully be better within a couple of days.

By the time Jay returned and draped a cold cloth over Heeseung’s forehead, the eldest was already deeply asleep and the other members settling in and unpacking their luggage. A heavy weight lifted off their chests now that they had finally arrived and knew their hyung was getting the rest he needed.

#fanfic #fluff #comfort #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #enhypen #emeto #whumpril2024 #whumprilday4 #swaying

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Whumpril 2023 Day 4: Needle

The Mummy (2017)

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whump-about-it · 26 days

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Aftershock

@whumpril Day 4: Swaying

CW: I don't know how to tag the content on this one. It's set inside an emergency medical tent following an earthquake so use caution with that as needed. There are no graphic injury descriptions, but there are mentions of death and grieving. Also, general disregard for personal health, implied acute stress disorder, and very briefly reference strangulation.

It had taken them two days to find Whumpee after the earthquake hit. Medic had been called in immediately after the initial quake, meaning that they couldn't help Caretaker look for their friend. Something Caretaker had yelled at them about for what felt like hours before marching out of the medical tent in a huff.

That was okay. Caretaker was just concerned for Whumpee's safety. Lots of people had been yelling at Medic in the past couple of days for less reasonable things. A few going so far to blame the quake on Medic, and even lay their hands on them in a few instances. Caretaker had at least apologized once Whumpee was found.

In the end it had turned out to be the best possible situation as far as Whumpee was concerned. Rubble had fallen on them in the initial quake and they'd been trapped for those two days they were unaccounted for. But none of their injuries were outright life threatening, and by some miracle they had had both food and water within reach the whole time. One of the after shocks had loosened their rubble prison and Whumpee had actually managed to free themselves and stumble to the medical tent on their own, where Medic was in fact the one to "find" them despite Caretaker's frantic searching.

Now, a little over an hour after their reunion, Whumpee and Caretaker were sitting together on a cot situated closest to Medic's station, sipping apple juice and nibbling on the peanut butter sandwich Medic hadn't had time to eat themselves. One of Whumpee's arms was in a sling and their other was so heavily bandaged Medic was actually somewhat surprised they were able to grip the sandwich. They were still worryingly pale. Medic had had to put stitches in their stomach and back, and would have liked to have given them a blood transfusion. But with the need so great right now, the blood bank had determined they wouldn't be a priority as long as they didn't pass out.

"Do you think you can stand?" Medic asked Whumpee from where they were kneeling in front of them. It was a gentle hint that Whumpee should give up their bed (and their doctor) to some of the more grievously injured people still flowing in. No one had said anything to Medic about prioritizing their friends over other patients, and Medic had seen plenty of their cohorts do the same over the past two days, but they could still feel the judgmental eyes at the back of their head, and the hypocritic oath poking them from the back of their mind.

In the first twelve hours after the quake the medical tent had been bursting with people, most of whom were in about Whumpee's condition at worst (though Medic had lost their first patient within the first hour). The number of people flowing in was much less now. Though most of the cots were still full, and the injuries were starting to get worse. Fewer people were walking out of the rubble of their own accord, and those being brought in on wheelchairs and stretchers had their injuries aggravated by time. The calls were getting closer, and the situations more dire. Medic couldn't count the amount of emergency surgeries they had called for in the past twelve hours alone. A few of them so badly needed that Medic had been forced to preform them themselves right there in the tent. Two of those patients hadn't made it.

Considering the setting, and the fact that Medic, though talented, did not specialize in surgery, that was, in a technical sense, a good statistic. It didn't feel good though when the screams of the first patient's mother were still echoing in their head louder than any of the other screams current of remembered over the past few days, and the bruises around their throat left by the second patient's husband were making swallowing a chore. Medic did what they could though, and they had to continue.

Caretaker glared at Medic halfheartedly at the obvious nudge, but the look disappeared from their face when Whumpee nodded, and abruptly tried to stand.

"Hang on." Medic clapped their hand on Whumpee's knee a little harder than they had intended to and forced them back down.

"You're going to want to be careful of your ankle. We haven't got any available wheelchairs and you can't use crutches with your arms like that, so Caretaker, you're going to have to help them."

Caretaker nodded earnestly before wrapping their arms around Whumpee and helping them up gingerly. Medic followed, gripping onto the cot heavily as they got themselves off the ground and tried to ignore the exhaustion washing over them.

The simple act of standing up had made Whumpee go paler somehow and they swayed on their one good foot, leaning on Caretaker as the two wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders.

"That's it, take it slow." Medic instructed as the two hopped in a small circle together to get used to the human-crutch situation. They turned to the tiny table they had been given for their stuff as soon as they were sure Whumpee wasn't going to pass out.

"Here" They handed Caretaker their keys. "My car is parked just behind the generators and unless something happened in the aftershocks, my place wasn't damaged. You two should go there and get some rest. Make sure Whumpee keeps eating and drinking fluids. Call me if they pass out or the stitches tear or something."

Caretaker frowned for some reason, but took the keys.

"When are they going to let you out of here?" Caretaker asked a little tightly. Medic shrugged.

"I don't know. Can't be long, there's already a volunteer coalition on it's way to help out, but it could still be a day or so."

Whumpee was frowning now too.

"I'll doing fine." Medic reassured them, ignoring the way their head was pounding, and muscles aching, and stomach grumbling, and the remembered screams reverberated around their head. "They wouldn't let me work if I wasn't. Now go."

"Call me if you need anything." Caretaker insisted. And Medic was just opening their mouth to promise they would when the ground, and the tent, and everything around them began to sway.

Aftershock!

Medic pushed Whumpee and Caretaker back down onto the cot before the shaking could make them loose balance and get more hurt. Both let out twin cries of surprise at Medic's actions as the swaying intensified and a ringing noise thundered in their ears. Their throat went dry for some reason as the light in the tent began to fade. Something must have been happening to the generator. Despite all that was happening around them though, both kept their eyes on Medic.

"Medic!" Caretaker stood back up again and grabbed Medic by the shoulders just as the swaying made them loose balance. "Are you okay?"

"The after shock!" Medic tried to tell them, though the words seemed to be coming out funny.

The last they they remembered before everything went dark was Caretaker's concerned retort.

"What aftershock? Nothing is shaking right now!"

#whump #whumprilday4 #whumpril2024 #sway #whump drabble #whumpee x caretaker x medic #sort of enviornmental whump #tw death #tw grief #acute stress disorder #earthquake #aftershock #passing out

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 26 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 4 - Swaying

Reality and Thanatos belong to @inscrutable-shadow !! God I love your boys thank you for letting me play with them c:

TWs: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, honestly it's just club stuff it's not heavy vibe wise

Bastian watched Mariano, leaning on the bar. He’d wanted to see what all the fuss was about with that fancy nightclub–The Realm. Allegedly it was fae-run, but he didn’t care either way. The bear of a bartender was worth the trip on his own, with his rolling gait and glowing golden eyes. Gabriel, he’d said his name was.

They’d swapped numbers.

“Your boy’s cute.” Gabriel said, passing Bastian another drink. Fluorescent and red, he’d called it Demon’s Blood. It tasted like biting into a fresh mango and went down easy like good vodka. Bastian immediately knew that Mariano would love it.

“He is. So is Reality’s.” Bastian agreed with a grin, eyes drifting to where Mariano was dancing with Thanatos. His hips rolled, legs intertwined with the pretty vampire’s as they swayed with the crowd. He leaned in and said something against Thanatos’ ear, whatever it was making them both laugh.

It wasn’t often that Mariano felt comfortable enough to let loose like this–they’d been dating for over a year by the time he’d even revealed that he COULD dance. But god could he put on a show when he wanted to, one arm looped around Thanatos to cage him in and keep him steady. His glowing white pact rings flicked towards Bastian and Gabriel now and then, making sure that they were still watching as his lips trailed to Thanatos’ jaw.

“Oh? I see Thanatos has finally loosened up.” Reality sounded as light as air when ae returned from talking to some particularly beautifully blossoming dryad. “Good, he’s needed this, I think. He’s been overthinking far, far too much.”

“Don’t know many people who could keep thinking in general with Mariano grinding on them like that.” Bastian said, laughing as Mariano maneuvered them into more open space and dipped Thanatos easily.

“I couldn’t. I’d just eat him alive, or something.” Gabriel said, taking a sip from a water bottle he had nearby. “He’s just got one of those faces. Thanatos too.”

They watched Mariano spin Thanatos and release him, both grinning as the song faded into the next. Really, Bastian couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Mariano have so much fun. Mariano swayed back to the bar then with Thanatos at his side, the mage clearly too drunk to walk straight but somehow still confidently on his feet and walking a straight line. Bastian caught him when he got close enough, pressing a kiss to Mariano’s cheek. “Alright, water time, then back home.”

“Ffffine, fine. Than–Thanatos, you, I…I want to give you my number, is that okay?” Bastian couldn’t help laughing as Mariano tilted in his arms, a gentle sort of worry winding into Mariano’s voice as he asked.

Reality seemed just as tickled as Bastian was as ae helped steady Thanatos. Thanatos, for what it was worth, flushed a pretty red and looked away before nodding. “I…would like that. Yes. Please.”

Not ten minutes later, they were waving goodbye to the cute fae and vampire, piling into a cab. “Sssso…so that's what people do in college?” Mariano's smile never wavered, clearly remembering why Bastian had dragged him out that night. “I see the…the appeal. That's way better than war crimes.”

Something twisted in Bastian's chest and he looped an arm around him, hugging Mariano close. “...Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Can we do it again sometime?”

The warm, easy hope in Mariano's voice, unmasked by his normal reservations and stoicism, hurt even worse. “Yeah, you're still pretty young. We could probably go out again next week if you wanted.”

Mariano just hummed and leaned more heavily into Bastian. “Thanks.”

“...Yeah, any time, baby.”

@whumperofworlds @honeybees-125 @bxtterflystxtches and Coy you got pined already but ily so double ping @inscrutable-shadow

#whumpril2024 #Day 4 #Swaying #whumprilday4 #Thanatos #reality #The Original Sin #Original Sin #Bc I can't remember gabes fucking tag oops #Mage of violence #Dragon of diamond #alcohol #MY TAGLIST IM SO SORRY MY BEOVED TAGLIST

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crimsonlyinglilly · 25 days

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Day 4 Swaying

Again late for day 4 whumpril, even though i wrote this mostly at the same time of day 3

a direct follow on from Day 3 and a glimpse into Tristan view of his relationship with Elias

Again warnings for implied Sexual content, Elias doesn't have much of a choice in things but assumes that's normal. This is a very abusive situation as Tristan has been playing mind games with Elias since he found him.

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Elias did have his own room but Tristan had come to enjoy sharing a bed, during sleep Elias had no mask, so everything was laid bare and at times Elias reached out in his nightmares and would sink into his touch, pliant and trusting.

So Elias only used the bed in his room when he was healing, having one of his episodes, when Tristan was away.

So Tristan waited in his bed for Elias to arrive after Lucien was done with him.

The boy arrives at his door swaying, the angry raw wounds covering his neck, and likely more hidden by the gown he wore, clearly the cause of it.

Lucien had taken it too far it seemed, he knew it was a likely possibility when he had agreed, Lucien hated Elijah as much as he and his sister did and there was a reason he had no intention of letting Aurora ever meet Elias.

He smothered his annoyance by calling Elias over to the bed with a wave.

The sight of Elias following his orders alway soothed away his ire.

Which is why when Elias stopped at the edge of the bed he frowned, had tonight damaged the trust he had been growing in the boy more than he had thought it would.

He had enjoyed seeing the spark of betrayal in the boy’s eyes, when he had turned to look at him for reinsurance. The sight of Elijah Mikealson looking at him with pleading and betrayal was something he would keep in his mind until the day he was able to get the real thing, however Elias wasn’t Elijah, for all they looked the same.

In the beginning it wouldn’t have been there, it was proof his pet had gotten comfortable around him and learned to trust him, it had taken him months to convince the boy he could say no.

Tristan as started to look forward to those time to enjoy the shock Elias couldn’t hide at the idea of being listened to and the punishments afterwards Elias accepted without hesitation.

It would be a pain to have to do all that work again but then again it could also be a new punishment he could use.

“Are you angry at me, Elias?” he asked, keeping his tone mild and without judgement, the boy was very observant.

“No sir,” Elias responded with the slightest shake of his head. “I have no reason to be angry, it was your choice.” came the common answer, one he hadn’t had to train into him, and after speaking to him had come before his time on the street.

Sometimes Tristan wished he could meet the boys parents, just to see what they were like, maybe to shake their hands before he killed them.

He wondered how Elias would react if he showed him after, did he have the same loyalty to his blood Elijah had?

“Then why are you still standing there?” he asked after a moment.

“I should shower.” Elias explained making him blink, that was a fair point, Tristan really didn’t want anything of Lucien in his bed. It was bad enough he allowed him to use Elias at all, but the boy was barely able to stay standing.

“You're barely keeping yourself upright,” he told the boy shaking his head, “what else should have been expected of the manners of a servant's son.” he muttered to himself as Elias started to move again.

He watched as Elias climbed into the bed, the side he had started to label Elias's in his head, the careful way he moved proving Lucien had likely left bruises besides the bitemarks, it was going to takes days for him to heal.

“Who is Elijah?” Elias asked moments after he had settled, Tristan stared at him. The boy didn’t look like he had any more of an idea than he normally did when he corrected him, of the rare times he slipped and used his sire’s name instead of his boy’s.

“An old enemy of ours,” he explain shortly adding “yes he is the one you resemble.” before the other could say another thing, he was still unsure why the boy looked so much like his sire and the Strix witches had nothing to help him with the question.

The most any of the Strix could get on their absence Sire was dagger, besides his siblings in the coffins Klaus kept them in it seemed from the outside Klaus had exchanged one older brother for the other.

“-why you took me in?” Elias' question brought him from his fantasies on what had caused Klaus to dagger his favourite brother for over a century now?

“Yes. What? You have more to ask?” he demanded as he noticed Elias was still clearly questioning something as he bit his lip, Tristan narrowed his eyes as Elias seemed to have to work himself up to ask.

“Whose Klaus- Niklaus?”

“Where did you hear that?” he snapped, came out sharped than he planned but why would his boy ever hear- Lucien-

“Mr - he told me to call him that.” Elias stumbled over his words, not meeting his eyes instead looking at his hands, he blinked at the oddness of the behaviour before the full meaning hit him.

Tristan laughed, the confused frown on the teenager’s face deepening but Tristan didn’t bother to stop it as the picture built in his head, taking one of Klaus’s most important things, using Klaus himself to debase the image of his brother.

He found himself laughing so much it ached and Elias's expression shifted to concern.

“Pay it little heed, you won’t hear it again.” he managed to speak once the laughter lessened, he would never tell Lucien but it was brilliantly played if only either the true Elijah or Klaus could have seen it.

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its-my-whump · 26 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 4

Swaying

@whumpril

Tw: sickness and unconsciousness

Whumpee felt like shit, but he still made it to work. What else would he have done? There was no one at home to take care of him, so he joked to himself, that at least someone would notice, if he passed out at work.

Little did he know, that his prior joke was becoming more and more a real possibility.

His vision was becoming blurry now and again as he tried to focus on his work to spray paint onto the rear bumper of the Chevy with the air brush pistole. At first he thought it was his mask fogging from the inside, but it wasn't. This fact became obviously clear, when the headache, that already was a constant reminder for the last 2 days spiked to a vicious pounding all of a sudden. Additionally he had an upset stomach for the same amount of time. The bitter taste of bile slowly started to creep up his gullet, while the focus on his work swam away.

Whumpee had been working on his hunches, moving around the carpart bend over. He needed to get up and get out of the seemingly shrinking booth right now. As he straigthened his body, the world spun around him, his knees unsteady all of a sudden. The pistole slipped out of his hand and ceased it's own work spraying any paint.

A gloved hand reached for the wall. Fresh sprayed painted, that was hanging in the air and settled on the walls, smeared under his fingertips, leaving a trail to the door and fresh stains on the door handle.

He squeezed himself outside, while already ripping the mask from his face. The left filter got dented, when it also slipped out of his hand and fell to the concrete floor. His knees were about to buckle, but he managed to shuffle forward. Whumpee needed to get out of the warehouse and he needed to get some real fresh air. He was swaying dangerously, as he passed his blurry colleague. His footsteps were unsteady, but the urge was pushing him forward.

Alarmed by the thud, the mask made, when it hit the ground, caretaker came out of the office and could see whumpee just rounding the corner and leaving the warehouse through the open garage door.

His movements seemed wobbly. "Your buddy breathed in too much fumes again." Colleague laught at him.

Caretaker followed anyway. "Whumpee? You okay?"

The undeniable sounds of someone throwing up was echoning back from the metal walls of the big room. A gasp, a whimper inbetween the sounds of a revolting stomach, were getting louder as he approached the garage door.

Then nothing.

When caretaker stepped out of the garage, he was shocked for a moment, seeing whumpees slack form laying motionsless in the grass beside the building.

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isamajor · 29 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 1 to 5

1 . Limp

The moonlit path stretched out before him, but Inigo couldn't concentrate. It was like he could feel his heart throbbing all over his left leg. The skirmish with this Draugr in this old tomb had injured him, the icy sword of the undead had left a nasty gash. Inigo grimaced with each step, each one slower than the last. He knew he needed to rest, treat his injury, but he didn't want to be a burden to his friends. Then he clenched his fangs, trying to minimize his pain and hide the importance of his limp. (98)

2 . Sweat

The sky was red and black. Auri trembled, muscles tense. Heat prickled her skin, raising goosebumps despite the suffocating heat. Flames devoured the forest around her, casting monstrous shadows onto the twisted trunks of ancient trees. Nightmare shadows, twisted like the cries of trees whose trunks burst in the heat. Auri closed her eyes, but both the panic and the heat had made her drenched in sweat. She was once again witness to this supreme crime among her people, the destruction of a forest. A drop of sweat tickled her jaw. She blinked and realized abruptly that the blaze was getting dangerously close. (103)

3 . Shame

At High Rock, marriage and lineage were of the utmost importance in Breton society. She had fled her marriage. Society shamed her for refusing to comply with this marital arrangement, as was customary. And even though if her suitor would have been her lover, she was repulsed by certain expressions of love, such as the one which allowed the conception of precious heirs. Society would have shamed her anyway. Remiel didn't want to live like this, so she fled to live her life elsewhere. Far from this shame that they wanted to impose on her. (96)

4 . Swaying

Lucien staggered backwards, dropping the damp diary. His vision blurred, knees weakened. Nausea swelled in his gut as he stared at the lifeless girl below the surface. Fighting the urge to vomit, he glanced again towards the calm waters of the pond. The naked corpse was still here. She looked younger than him. Mechanically, he began swaying at a regular rhythm, his wide eyes unable to tear himself away from the girl, drowned in this small pond, whose diary he had discovered and read shortly before. He continued like this, back and forth, deaf to the calls of his companions who were looking for him. (105)

5 . Reckless

Blood staining her golden armor, Nebarra stood tall from the battlefield. Smiling defiantly beneath his helmet, he parried blow after brutal blow, launching taunting barbs at his opponents. His battered body begged for some relief, but his mind roared louder. He knew he had to retreat, that it was reckless to continue the fight in his state. His allies urged him to be healed. But the alcohol had clouded his thoughts and extinguished the pain that coursed through his muscles. He felt stronger than these cheap bandits. Until suddenly, he found himself on his knees in the mud, at the mercy of a final blow. (105)

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tildeathiwillwrite · 18 days

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Reese vs Natali: Duel to the Death (Magican's Bait, Part 5)

WoW Birthday Whump Day 12: Magic Exhaustion / Collapsed / "So tired..."

Whumpril Day 4 (Swaying) Day 9 (Self-doubt), Day 26 (“How could you?”)

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Tales from Valaria Masterpost

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TW: duel, knife wounds, magic whump, death, blood, blood loss, dizziness, collapse, fainting

Context: Reese duels Natali. The Stalker may have runes on her side, but Reese has a hidden ace up her sleeve that might win her the day. But at what cost?

Reese didn’t give Natali time to react to the—admittedly very shocking—news that she was not, in fact, Caiya Ebony. She closed the distance between them in three leaping strides and went on the offensive, going for the Stalker’s throat.

Natali ducked backward, her self-satisfied expression wiped from her face. She fumbled with her knives and barely managed to draw one before Reese drove her own blade into Natali’s shoulder.

She screamed in pain and fury, weapon falling from numb fingers as the injured arm went limp. Her other hand went for the second knife, and she swung out, trying to catch Reese in the side.

Reese yanked out her knife and twisted away. Natali’s blade sliced through the fabric of her jacket and left a shallow scratch, but it was better than the alternative. Reese hissed out through her teeth and retreated, allowing the Stalker to make the next move.

Blood streamed down Natali’s arm, and her eyes burned with rage. “You’ll regret that, child,” she hissed. Before Reese could react, the Stalker spoke a rune.

The wind stirred around Reese, lightly toying with her hair, but nothing else happened. Reese grinned at Natali’s shocked expression. “Was that supposed to impress me? You’re gonna have to try harder than that!”

“How?!” The Stalker screeched, repeating the rune as Reese charged at her again. She retreated, going on the defensive as Reese chased her around the room.

Reese didn’t have the energy to spare for an answer. She lunged, knife point intent on Natali’s heart, but Natali knocked aside the blade. Natali tried to counterattack, but Reese blocked the thrust and used her free hand to grab Natali’s wrist.

The Stalker’s eyes were filled with pain, fear, and desperation. She spoke another rune, one Reese recognized all too well. The familiar weight settled on Reese’s chest, and she faltered, struggling to breathe. Natali seized the opportunity and kicked Reese in the stomach with rune-enhanced strength.

The force of the kick threw Reese halfway across the room. Time seemed to briefly slow as the ground came up to meet her. The impact sent fireworks through Reese’s shoulder and back, and she rolled another few meters before stopping. Her knife clattered to the ground, out of reach.

Natali staggered across the room, swaying from blood loss or rune exhaustion. Possibly both. Reese pulled herself to her feet and raised her fists. The closeness of the pit where she’d accidentally tossed Caiya’s cowl unnerved her, and the hairs on her neck prickled.

Natali still had her dagger, but she was wounded. Even hand-to-hand, Reese had the upper hand. Didn’t she?

“I don’t know the extent of your protection, little magician,” Natali hissed, knife raised. She was only a few steps away now. “You may have put up a good fight. But you’re finished, now. Yield, and I’ll let the prince go.”

“Liar,” Reese spat, “and you’re right. You don’t know the extent of my protection. But you’re also wrong. I’m no magician.”

With those words, Reese lunged, ducking under Natali’s swing and diving for her legs, tackling the Stalker to the ground. Pain erupted in her lower back, causing her to cry out, but Reese pressed on, punching Natali in the throat.

Natali gagged and let go of the knife. Reese didn’t hesitate, yanking the weapon out of her back and driving it in between the Stalker’s ribs into her heart. Natali’s eyes widened in shock, and she sagged. Reese didn’t release her hold on the knife until her breathing slowed… slowed… stopped.

Reese exhaled shakily and rose to her feet, retrieving her own knife from the ground. She left Natali’s knife where it was. Head swimming, she staggered across the room to the prince, who stared mutely at the Stalker’s corpse. Reese sliced through his bonds, a simple matter with the rune-engraved knife, and pulled him to his feet. He wobbled on legs weakened during his imprisonment, and they supported each other as they crossed the room to the tunnel where she’d entered.

“How…” Damian whispered when they entered the tunnel, “how could you? How could you resist her runes?”

“It’s simple, really,” Reese muttered, trying to ignore how the floor pitched and heaved beneath their unsteady feet. “I’m a Draigo.”

Damian froze midstep, and Reese nearly tripped over his feet. “A Draigo?! But I thought they were all—”

“Not all of them, your Highness. Just most of them.” She tugged his arm, and he started walking—or, more accurately, lurching—down the tunnel again.

“...so that’s why you’re here,” he mused, “instead of Caiya Ebony.”

“Caiya Ebony is a coward. I’m here because a friend asked me to.” Each step was like another knife in the wound in her back. Was she supporting Damian, or was Damian supporting her? They needed to get out of here.

“Ah.” Silence stretched between them for several steps before the prince spoke again. “Was it the Watcher?”

Reese nodded wordlessly. Was the tunnel getting darker?

“You said your name was Reese Takari, right? Like the diplomat?”

“I’m…” Reese mumbled, “I’m his daughter…. We should be… getting… close….”

Damian paused, concern evident. “Are you alright? Reese?”

The tunnel seemed to blur, and a strange numbness settled over her, like when her limbs fell asleep after sitting on them for too long. She didn’t have time to respond before her legs buckled under her weight.

But she didn’t hit the floor. “Reese? Reese!”

Damian’s voice sounded far away like he was at the other end of the tunnel. Reese wanted to respond, but darkness flooded over her, sending her into the depths of oblivion.

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just-a-silly-little-whumper · 26 days

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Swaying

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

The grass sways and the clouds shift. Altair's heart stays firm.

For @whumpril Day 4: Swaying

Contains: Angst, captivity, crying

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The grass was swaying gently in the breeze. It stretched on across rolling hills, only stopped by the forest in the distance. The only sound was the soft birdsong that rang across the air. The sunlight was warm and the air was fresh and everything was peaceful.

Altair drank in the feeling of Elze’ith’s fingers intertwined with his, of Elze’ith’s head rested on his shoulder as they laid in the grass and watched the clouds roll by. It seemed so important. He didn’t know why. Everything was fine. But he knew that this was precious.

“I’m so glad we can spend our days like this,” he murmured, barely louder than the wind. “I love you so much, my dear. I never want this to end.”

Elze’ith only hummed in response, but it was a contented hum. Right. Elze’ith couldn’t speak. But that was alright. As long as Elze’ith was safe and happy, Altair didn’t mind if he never spoke again. Besides, between his notebook and the bond thrumming in the back of their minds, they had everything they needed to communicate.

The clouds drifted by lazily. The grass continued to sway and dance like the waves of an ocean of life. Elze’ith squeezed his hand. Altair squeezed back. “I love you,” he whispered, because it felt important to say it again. “I love you. I’m glad we’re here.”

Elze’ith sighed and nuzzled closer, warm and solid at Altair’s side. Altair couldn’t imagine ever being far from him. But he didn’t have to, because Elze’ith was right here, and nothing could hurt them.

Elze’ith’s breathing evened out; he must be going to sleep. Altair closed his eyes too. Out here, in the sun and wind, sleep sounded like the perfect thing. The gently swaying grass and singing birds would keep them company as they dreamt.

Altair woke up slowly. He was asleep, and then, gradually, he wasn’t. The warmth of the sun faded, the air went still, the vibrant grass vanished. Even Elze’ith’s steady presence at his side evaporated, like he had never been there at all. All that was left was cold, stagnant air and hard stone beneath him. When Altair opened his eyes, it was dark, and his entire body ached, and he was alone.

It shouldn’t have hurt so much. It was only a dream, and such a simple dream at that. Nothing had really changed. But grief still clenched at Altair’s heart, and he curled tighter around himself in a futile effort to stave off the wave of emotion. Tears pricked the backs of his eyes, and though he desperately tried to blink them away, a few still fell onto the stone beneath him.

There was no sunlight to keep them warm. No clouds or swaying grass to watch. No Elze’ith to keep him company. They weren’t free. He was still trapped, still alone. And it hurt. It hurt so much that his chest heaved and his body shook and it took several long moments for him to collect himself. Because after that taste of peace, of freedom, as illusory as it was, he didn’t know how he would face this wretched hell again.

And yet. As much as it hurt, he clung to the fading memory of the dream. Because it was a reminder of what could be. There was an entire world outside this castle, and somewhere out there was the place where they could live peacefully and happily. He wanted it so badly, wanted a quiet future for himself and for Elze’ith, and he knew it was possible, if only they could survive and escape. They had already come so far. As difficult as it was, as hopeless and grim as it felt, Altair couldn’t let this, or anything else, keep them from their future.

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whumperfultime · 26 days

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Whumpril 2024 Day 4: Swaying

@whumpril

Contains: Head injury, concussion, vehicular crash, dizziness, platonic comfort

One second they were driving down the tree-lined road leading back to their hotel. The next second Matago heard a revving engine close behind.

Then he was weightless and everything came in flashes.

The ATV taking a sharp left swerve. Dace crying out and brakes squealing. A blur of green and brown and dust flying into the air.

Finally, a burst of pain as his head slammed against the ground.

Then the movement stopped. Matago sucked in a deep breath, his ribs aching and hopefully not broken. Grass and dirt rubbed against his palms as he struggled to push himself upright.

He was distantly aware of noises and movement around him. A trio of unfamiliar men ran towards the ditch where the transport had crashed, forcing open the back storage compartment and grabbing the bags inside. As fast as they arrived, they charged back up the hill to a van parked on the side of the road and clambered inside. Then the van sped off, leaving everything suddenly quiet.

Matago’s eyes fluttered shut. The flashing images started to connect in his mind – someone had run them off the road and into a ditch.

“Shit…are you okay? Can you hear me?”

He opened his eyes again and slowly turned his throbbing head to the left. To his relief, it was Dace, stumbling past the wrecked transport to greet him. By some miracle the other man appeared mostly unhurt, aside from some rough scrapes and cuts on his left side. He must have been able to hold on to the handlebars enough to avoid getting thrown off the seat.

“Yeah,” Matago replied, his voice quiet and weak. “You good?”

“As far as I know.” Dace crouched down next to him, looking him over for visible injuries. “You?”

It took Matago a moment to piece together the words for an answer. “Head hurts,” he slurred. “Don’t think anything’s broken, though.”

Dace frowned, and even in his disoriented state, Matago knew what he was thinking. That wasn’t just a simple bump on the head, was it?

“Okay…we should be able to walk back to the hotel, it’s not too far. Kalei can call for medical services or rent a transport to get you to a doctor.”

More of the pieces connected in Matago’s mind as he caught a glimpse of the open storage compartment. “They stole the money.”

Fuck. The payment of twenty thousand credits from their last job gone. A colleague of a colleague had apparently warned Kalei about thieves targeting drivers in the area near their hotel, but the three of them had brushed it off as a rumor. Looked like there was truth to it after all.

“We’ll deal with that later. Do you think you can stand?”

“Guess I’ll find out.”

With Dace’s help, Matago managed to slowly push himself upright along the edge of the ditch, eventually straightening to the point that Dace could pull him into a standing position.

Yeah, that definitely wasn’t just a bump on the head.

A wave of dizziness crashed over him, nearly sending him tumbling back to the ground. The uneven dirt beneath his feet only made it harder to keep his balance. He staggered a few steps forward and back, grabbing hold of Dace, the most solid physical anchor he had.

“Whoah, whoah, you okay?” Dace was thankfully strong enough to be able to hold him upright as he stumbled.

“Dizzy,” was all he could say in reply. The ground seemed to rock beneath him no matter where he tried to plant his feet.

“I could try to run back to the hotel and get Kalei first-”

Matago shook his head, then grimaced at another throbbing pulse of pain. “Don’t…don’t wanna be here if those guys come back.”

Dace stood rigid for a moment, weighing the options, while Matago swayed on shaky legs.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “If you think you can make it that far.”

Dace adjusted them both so Matago could lean on him further, then began to guide him towards a spot further down the ditch where the hill to the road was less steep. Matago stumbled on every third or fourth step even putting all his focus onto keeping his balance.

His mind fogged over as they reached the roadside. Only two thoughts remained clear: the nagging voice that told him he wouldn’t make it back to the hotel this way and the relentless determination trying to silence it.

#my writing #ocs: the crew #whumpril2024 #whumprilday4 #head trauma #concussion #car accident tw #(not technically a car in this case but yk what i mean)#disorientation #dizziness #comfort #and a whole bunch of medical inaccuracy probably #but fuck it in this house we prioritize fun and plot over medical accuracy 👍

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