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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 25: Storm

Day 25 and it's another movie-verse fic! This one is a bit of a different vibe to the other ones but you know what? It's 3 am as I am scheduling these and I do not care. You will either enjoy it or you can wait another hour.

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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Jay used to love storms.

Every time he would hear the crack of thunder across the sky, he would beg his ma and pa to let him go outside. After promising to stay away from all of the junk piles (which were struck quite frequently), they would bundle him up in a rain jacket three sizes too big for him because it was one of Pa’s that shrunk in the dryer before finally letting him loose.

He would always run until he was out of sight of the trailer, waiting for the rain to be directly overhead before shedding the rain jacket and letting the water fall on his bare skin. The lightning zigzagging across the sky felt like an old friend, and Jay remembered reaching up and trying to grab it out of the clouds. He only did this more after his old school had a mythology unit, and they learned about the gods and their domains and their powers.

People forget that Zeus was the ruler of the gods for a reason.

Maybe it was foolish to try and compare himself to Zeus, of all people. Maybe it was fate. All Jay knew was that if Zeus ever had to deal with the bullshit that came with using electricity with a straight face, then he was a stronger soldier then Jay ever could be.

He felt ridiculous in his current position, but some things just had to be done.

“Jay,” Zane called, standing at the open door to the garage, “is there a reason why you are standing out in the rain holding a frying pan?”

“Because elemental powers suck and I just need it to strike me already,” Jay answered, raising his pan even higher and continuing to walk in a circle. Walking gave him the illusion that the pouring rain wasn’t hitting him as much as it actually was.

“You are trying to get struck by lightning?”

“Yes, Zane. I am trying to get struck by lightning.”

“That does not seem very wise—”

“Well then it’s a good thing that wisdom is not my wheelhouse,” and Jay knew how stupid he looked, walking around with a pot on his head and a pan in his hand. He probably looked like some circus clown. “Look, can you just leave me alone to suffer in peace, please?”

Zane sighed, but abided by Jay’s wishes and went back into the warehouse. Jay kept walking around and around and around, waving his pan like a crazy person. The lightning was crawling under his skin, writhing and waiting to get out, but the problem was that Jay didn’t know how to let it out, exactly.

These elemental powers were for the birds.

He never saw Kai sticking a tong into a campfire to try and channel his element, or Nya constantly throwing herself under the shower. Cole wasn’t rolling in the dirt and mud like a wild horse, and Zane was only caught in the freezer once, but that was before any of them had their elements. Jay didn’t even know how Lloyd would begin to channel his element of green into an actual physical thing.

So yeah. Elemental powers sucked.

With every storm that thundered overhead Jay could feel his element spring to life, twisting and snapping like a wild animal waiting to be released from its cell. Jay did everything that he could think of to try and release it: he tried to force it through a car battery, he tried to channel it into some wires, he even stuck a fork into an electrical socket just to see if that would do anything. He still had the small burns on his hands from the last stunt.

Maybe there was some secret way to let loose that the others weren’t telling him, but Jay was too scared to ask. Besides, if they really knew something, then they would’ve told him by now, right?

There was a small clanging sound behind him, and Jay turned to see Nya standing at the mouth of the warehouse rather than Zane. Feeling his heart start to pound in his chest, Jay flushed when he truly realized how ridiculous he must look, and it took every bit of self-restraint to not fling the pan away.

“You okay, Sparky?” Nya chuckled, holding an umbrella to keep the rain from landing on her. Jay thought that she would’ve just been able to control the rain, but maybe that wasn’t the case.

Sighing, Jay brought his pan down to his side. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just trying to get struck by lightning, you know, the usual. Even a little jolt would do at this point.”

The rain seemed to stutter, starting and stopping in place before resuming its normal rhythm. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Nya asked, leaning against the wall.

“No,” Jay admitted, “but it’s the best one I’ve got.”

“I’m pretty sure someone as smart as you would have better ideas than to stand outside in a thunderstorm wearing pots and pans to try and attract one of the deadliest things to humans in the world,” Nya deadpanned.

And was Jay just now realizing how foolish his plan was, with his long-time crush looking over at him with a fond but exasperated expression? Yes, yes he was. “It isn’t what it looks like!”

Now what on earth would’ve possessed him to say that? He was so stupid, he was so so so stupid—

In hindsight, he really should’ve been paying more attention to his surroundings.

The bright flash was what reached him first. It burned what felt like permanent holes into his retinas and Jay saw stars swim across his vision, dark against the white light of the lightning bolt. And then the pain hit.

It was all-consuming, running through his nerves with the force and speed of a freight train, and Jay barely had the breath to scream as the air was knocked out of his lungs with a baseball bat. It felt like every single one of his limbs was being blown off. He started violently twitching, panicking, but the true fear set in when he instinctively felt the lightning bolt try and jump Nya. The bolt was desperate to ground itself, and Nya was the next closest host.

With a strength that Jay didn’t even know he possessed, he grabbed the lightning bolt and tossed it the other way into the raging sea. It fizzled out without a fight, but Jay was crashing to the ground before he could see it fully disappear.

Someone called his name but he couldn’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His head smashed against the concrete on the docks, and Jay just laid there, stunned. There was no feeling in his outer extremities, and he only had a view of the hand that he threw the lightning with; it was blackened, definitely burned but at least all of his fingers were still there. Was he paralyzed?

Gentle hands grabbed either side of his face, and Jay was blinking the rain out of his eyes to glance up at Nya’s worried face. Actually, worry was too weak of a word; Nya looked terrified, eyes raking him up and down as Jay tried to kick his brain back into gear. She was saying something, and Jay’s lip-reading skills left a lot to be desired but he could’ve sworn that she was calling him an idiot, which was totally fair in this situation.

“Nya?” he slurred, his tongue tasting like ashes. Finally he was able to wiggle his toes, but he still couldnt move the majority of his leg.

“Yeah, Jay,” she sounded somewhat relieved, “it’s me, I’m here.”

“I’m okay,” he tried to assure, but she suddenly looked angry. Jay shut his mouth instead.

“Walker, you are literally smoking,” Nya growled, but her hands stayed gentle as they cupped his cheeks and rubbed the tears away from his eyes. When did those get there? “I better not hear you say that you’re okay again or I will kick your ass.”

“That’s not very nice,” Jay commented, before his back arched suddenly and his mouth opened in a silent scream. All of the pain was rushing back into his body at once, and his hands scrabbled for something to grab onto as he was overwhelmed with sensations, feeling the lightning race around under his skin faster than it ever had before. Nya was holding him down by the shoulders, still saying something, but Jay only grabbed at her arms in a desperate bid to ground himself.

It wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t stop. Jay was sure that he was gripping hard enough to draw blood, but Nya only held him tighter when he started convulsing, the world going dark as Jay seized. Pain like nothing he ever felt before was blossoming across his skin, and the storm only whipped itself up into a frenzy around them, the lightning glowing brighter in its streaks across the sky and the rain smashing down with a vengeance. The wind whistled in his ears, and Jay didn’t know where his pan was, but at this point he needed Nya to grab him and knock him the fuck out.

The lightning was attracted to Nya, and it took every ounce of Jay’s willpower to keep it contained inside, but it still smashed and raged against his skin like something possessed and Jay didn’t know how much longer he could keep it together—

A warm hand landed on his back, and Jay felt the lightning break through his self-control and go through the hand. But the hand didn’t pull away, instead gripping Jay’s hoodie tighter and drawing both him and Nya into a warm chest. Jay would recognize the scent of the person anywhere: Cole.

“I need both of you to calm down,” said his best friend, his voice ringing out loud and clear despite the chaos swirling around them. “You’re making the storm worse.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?!” Nya asked angrily, “Jay just got struck by lightning!”

“Yeah, I know,” Cole grunted, “and that was pretty stupid, but you do realize that the whole water ninja thing means you’re controlling the rain, right? I need you to get a handle on it before you drown the entire east side of Ninjago City.”

But Nya was scared, and Jay knew that. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, ignoring the wispy smoke still curling off of his palms as he hugged her. “Nya,” he said softly, “I’m okay. Lightning ninja, remember? It won’t kill me. Can you try to calm down, please? For me?”

He was still very much in pain, and he doubted that was changing any time soon, but he would rather not be wet and in pain. Nya returned his hug, her breathing ragged, and Jay pushed down his own panic so he could focus on her. “I’m trying,” she whispered, and Jay felt the guilt pour into his chest at his past thoughts about how in control all of his friends were of their elements. It was a stupid assumption on his part, if this rain was anything to go off of.

Finally, after a few minutes of careful breathing, the rain started to let up and the dark clouds overhead began to dissipate. Cole sighed in relief, his hold around the other two still as solid as a rock. Jay realized that Cole must’ve been using his earth powers to help channel his lightning and give him an outlet, but Jay jumped as Nya slumped onto him. She was exhausted, and he was more than happy to be her pillow for a little while.

Cole kissed the back of Jay’s head. “You burned your hand pretty bad, bluebell.”

Oh yeah, he did manage to do that, and his hand was hurting very badly now that Jay was thinking about it. “I know,” Jay whispered .”I threw a lightning bolt, isn’t that cool? I thought it was pretty cool.”

“I’m sure it was, but you know what would be cooler? If you two never did this again, and I never have to see you do the chicken dance with a pot on your head in a thunderstorm for the rest of my life."

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #whumptober day 25 #whumptober 2023

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smilesrobotlover · 6 months

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Whumptober day 25- alternate prompt- betrayal and also drugging lol

Ok guys this is where whumptober begins to have a plot, so buckle up cuz these last few days are gonna be a lot (except for day 26 that has no connection to this lol). Anyways I had so much fun writing this, I hope you have fun reading it. Talon is a joy to write.

Warnings: drugging and kidnapping

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The men searching for the heroes were in a busy town one second, then plopped in the middle of an open field the next second. Talon was dizzy and tried to reorient himself while Ammon placed a steady hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t throw up Talon,” he said, and Talon only gave a thumbs up. The other men chuckled as they recovered from the sudden change in scenery, and Leon looked around the field.

“Where are we?”

The others looked around, none of them recognizing the area. Talon expected the same thing for him, but he actually recognized some of the scenery. The fence along the edge, the trail that leads to the castle, and most importantly, Lon Lon Ranch. It stood proudly in the distance, practically begging for Talon to come home. He almost started crying right then and there, and the others looked at him in confusion.

“Talon? Is everything alright?” Leon asked, eyeing where he was looking.

“That over there is Lon Lon Ranch! That’s my home! It’s just over there!” Talon exclaimed, unable to mask his excitement and relief.

“Well what are we waitin’ for?” Rusl ran to Talon’s side. “Let’s get you home!”

Talon started running to Lon Lon Ranch, with the others closely behind him. Talon was practically bursting with joy as he got closer to his home. The smell of hay and horses already hit his nostrils. His daughter’s beautiful singing already filled his ears. Oh Malon…

I’m almost home, sweetie.

Talon ran through the entrance and glanced at the sign above the horse pen.

“Some place ya got,” Rusl muttered, looking at the house and barn. Talon frowned. Something wasn’t right. He looked at the sign again and gasped.

“‘Ingo’s Ranch?’” He read. “What the heck?”

The others looked at Talon in confusion, and he simply pointed at the sign, a baffled look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Benji asked. “Is this not your ranch?”

“No! I mean, yes, it is! But it’s supposed to be called Lon Lon Ranch, not Ingo’s Ranch!”

“Who’s Ingo?”

Talon turned and glared at the house. “He’s my colleague. He’s helped around the ranch for years. I don’t know why his name is suddenly plastered all over now.”

The men all gave each other worried looks, and Ammon stepped up.

“Maybe it’s because you went missing, and so the ranch’s ownership went to him?” He suggested, but Talon shook his head.

“That still ain’t right! Even if somethin’ were to happen to me, the ownership of the ranch would go to my daughter Malon! Not Ingo! I—“ fury built up inside Talon and he balled his fists, marching to the house. “I have some questions I need to ask him!”

The others followed Talon as he burst through the door, and he saw that Ingo wasn’t there. He frowned and marched over to his office, where Ingo sat, counting rupees.

“INGO!” Talon shouted, a little too loud, and the man jumped ten feet in the air, spilling rupees everywhere.

“T-Talon? You’re alive? I-I mean,” Ingo stood up and smoothed out his fancy looking clothes, the look of surprise still on his face, “you’re alive and well! Oh what a relief—“

“Why do you look so surprised to see me?”

“Oh! Uh, well,” Ingo sat back down and relaxed his posture, “you went missing, we all assumed you were dead.”

“So you stole my ranch and changed the name?”

“You were gone! What was I supposed to do?”

“Give it to my daughter!” Talon got close to Ingo, “where is she?”

“Where is who?”

“Malon!”

“Oh! Malon! Uh… she’s uh…” Ingo looked around, sweat pouring down his face, but he took a deep breath and gave Talon a smile. “She’s in her home.”

Talon stepped back and let out a breath. Of course that was where she would be. Talon had a new home built within the ranch, a home where Malon and Link would’ve had room to raise their baby on the way (and where they could play their music without disturbing Talon). The farmer turned around and left the office.

“Wait! Let me take you to her!” Ingo called out to him.

“Good idea, that way we can deal with the property of the ranch, and give its ownership back to me!”

Ingo scoffed. “This ranch shouldn’t belong to you.”

“It’s been passed down the family for generations Ingo, of course it belongs to me!”

“Well you never did anything with it! All those years, while I worked my butt off you just sat there sleepin’ the day away! This ranch would’ve failed if not for me!”

Talon glared at him for a moment, but he didn’t defend himself. “Well then, it sounds like it’s time to give the ranch to Malon then,” he said, and turned around and kept walking. Ingo growled and caught up to Talon.

“Now you listen here, I— WAH!” Ingo jumped at the six men standing awkwardly in the dining room. Talon had almost forgotten that they were there, waiting for him. “Who are these people? What is that?” Ingo pointed at Kass who made an offended expression. Talon sighed and put his hand on Ingo’s shoulder.

“They’re my friends, Ingo. Now come on.”

Ingo huffed and spun around, marching out the door. Talon looked at his friends who all had varying expressions of confusion and worry.

“Y’all can just stay here, I’ll be right back,” Talon assured.

“Are you gonna be ok?” Ammon asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be fine. Just wait right here.”

The men nodded and Talon turned around to follow Ingo. As they walked to Malon’s house, Talon’s emotions kept running rampant. He was furious, worried, irritated, but most of all, he felt betrayed. Talon had worked with Ingo for years now, and for him to turn around and do something like this? It hurt. Link’s warnings echoed through Talon’s head. Link never liked Ingo. He always said that he was a selfish and greedy man, and that someday he was going to betray him and try to steal the ranch. Link had always said bizarre things, but this in particular made Talon upset. Ingo was his friend. He would never do something like that. But in the end, Link was right, and Talon felt hurt by it.

They entered the home and Ingo marched right in, heading straight for a door in the kitchen.

“Malon?” Talon called out, excitement to see his little girl practically eating him up inside. Ingo hovered near the door, then shrugged.

“She’s probably down in the basement,” Ingo muttered, looking around nervously, “she uh, she tends to go down there a lot.”

Ingo opened the door and went down the stairs, and Talon followed. He observed the small set of stairs as they went down. He rarely went into their home, let alone their basement, so this was all new to him. Ingo opened another door at the bottom and gestured for Talon to go in. The farmer narrowed his eyes at the dark room, only lit up by the setting sun. He went inside and looked at the tidy room.

“Malon?” He called out, seeing no signs of life in the room. Suddenly, something pushed him harshly into the room, and Talon fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Ingo shut the door, and Talon’s heart dropped at the sound of a click. “INGO!” Talon shouted and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He heard Ingo’s maniacal laughter from the other side, and Talon banged on the door. “Ingo! Let me out!”

“No! I’m never gonna let you out! I fought hard to get this ranch, and you are not going to ruin it!”

“Ingo… I… I trusted you! My whole life I trusted you! How could you do this?”

“Because I deserved the ranch! Not you, not your stupid daughter, and not that twat of a husband!”

Talon felt his blood boil at the insults thrown and he banged on the door some more.

“You’re gonna regret this! My friends will know what will happen and they will get me out!”

Talon heard Ingo swear on the other side of the door. He must’ve forgotten about them, which was good, there’s no way Ingo could win against any of them. They were all so much stronger than Talon could ever be.

“You should’ve stayed on the other side of that portal thing, Talon, it would’ve made everyone’s lives easier,” Ingo said, in a dark tone.

“Portal? What—“ Talon gasped when he remembered the portal. The portal that led him to the others, the portal that took him from his home, the portal that he was shoved into… “Ingo, you pushed me in that portal? Were you— were you trying to kill me?”

Ingo didn’t respond, and Talon banged on the door. He heard footsteps going up the stairs, and Talon knew that he was alone.

“INGO! Get back here! Where’s my daughter? Ingo!” Talon banged on the door but it was in vain. He was trapped here, his ranch gone, his daughter missing, and his friend… no longer a friend. Talon stepped back, feeling weary from all that’s happened. He slid to the floor, despair creeping up as he curled up. He prayed that the others would find him, they were his only hope now.

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“They’ve been gone for a while,” Linebeck commented, looking out the window as the sun began to hide behind the horizon.

“They’re probably arguing some more, that got pretty heated back there,” Rusl glanced at the door where the two men stormed out. “I don’t like leaving him alone with him.”

“Talon will be fine, that Ingo guy sounds like a wimp,” Ammon assured, tapping the table with his finger. Rusl sighed.

“A wimp that took control of his beloved ranch.”

The room grew silent, and the men continued to wait, until the door opened, and Ingo walked through, looking angry.

“Oy, where’s Talon?” Ammon asked, and Ingo tensed up.

“Uh, he’s… dealing with paperwork. To give the ownership to his daughter,” he said in an unsure tone. The men all glanced at each other, confused at his nervous stance. “In fact, he’s gonna be a while, would any of you like some milk?”

Rusl hummed. “Milk wouldn’t hurt.” The others only grunted in response.

“Splendid! I’ll bring out some milk! And uh,” Ingo stared at Kass, “do you… do you need a bowl or—“

“A regular cup will do,” Kass huffed, and Ingo nodded, disappearing into the kitchen.

“Uh, no offense Kass but how will you drink out of a regular cup?” Linebeck asked. Kass glared at him and the sailor quickly looked away. “Never mind.”

It was silent until Ingo came in with drinks. The others slowly drank the milk while Rusl chugged his.

“Mm, fresh milk, there’s nothin’ better,” he muttered to himself, but frowned. “Though, this tastes a little strange.”

“What? You’ve never had cow’s milk before?” Ingo asked, looking more nervous.

“Oh, no, I haven’t.” Rusl stared at his milk. “I’ve only had goat milk.”

Ammon leaned forward. “I have had cow’s milk, and I do think that this tastes a little weird. You sure it’s not spoiled?”

Ingo’s nervousness melted into offense. “Of course it’s not spoiled! I always keep track of that stuff! How dare you assume that I don’t!”

Ammon raised his hands defensively and leaned back into his chair. “I never liked milk that much anyways,” he mumbled, going back to sipping the milk.

“Well I think it’s delightful,” Kass said, setting down his empty drink with Linebeck staring at him in shock. “Thank you for the milk, Ingo.”

“Er, you’re welcome.”

Leon set his half empty cup and crossed his arms, glaring at Ingo. “How long is Talon supposed to be?”

Ingo looked at all the men, chuckling darkly as they all took sips of the milk. “Oh, not long, do not worry.”

The others glanced at each other again, weirded out by his attitude, but they returned to the drinks, hoping that Talon would be back soon.

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The room got darker as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, leaving Talon feeling even more hopeless. Surely the others would’ve noticed his disappearance, right? Surely they would’ve come for him now, right? Ingo wasn’t tough enough to go toe-to-toe with the men in there, even Linebeck could easily win against Ingo if it came to it. But still, it all worried Talon too much. Ingo was desperate to keep the ranch to himself, and that made him dangerous.

Talon sighed and rested his head in his hands. Nothing worried him more than Malon though. Malon was tougher than Talon could ever be, but with her pregnancy, Talon knew that she couldn’t do as much as she used to. Where she was concerned Talon, since he had no idea where she could possibly be. Was she somewhere on the ranch? Locked up in a hidden place just like Talon? Was she kicked out? Alone and homeless while trying to deal with her pregnancy on her own? And what worried him the most, did Ingo do anything to her? Surely with Malon here, she would be a threat to Ingo, and if Ingo went so far to try to kill Talon, would he…?

Talon whimpered at the thought. He couldn’t live with himself if anything happened to Malon or the baby. He was so excited to be a grandfather, and was so excited to see Malon and Link being parents. If Ingo ruined that… Goddesses, Talon wouldn’t be able to control himself. Anger bubbled inside his chest as he thought about everything that happened. He wanted to beat Ingo senseless for what he did, but with him locked up in the basement, there was nothing he could do.

The anger went away and Talon slumped. If he was only a little bit like the others, he’d probably be strong enough to get out on his own. They were all so strong, capable, and smart. Even the ones that didn’t fight were cunning in their own ways, using the skills they were good at to their advantage. But Talon had nothing. He was slow, scared, and lazy, just like what Ingo said. Adventuring wasn’t meant for him, he only slowed the others down.

Talon laid down and sighed. He could sleep, that’s what he always did when he was stressed. But for some reason, since being on this adventure, sleep didn’t come to him so easily anymore. Talon tossed and turned, thoughts churning in his head that was driving him mad. The thought of Ingo betraying him, the thought of him ignoring Link’s warnings about him, the thought of Malon, alone and scared, thinking that he was dead…

Talon shot up. He couldn’t take this anymore. His baby girl needed his help and he had to stop feeling sorry for himself. If he wanted to be like the others, then he needed to act like it! Talon stood in the middle of the room and hummed.

“How am I gonna get outta here?” He mumbled. Everything was neatly put away and shoved against the walls, so Talon didn’t see anything he could use. The windows in the room were too tiny for Talon to fit through, so that was out of the question. He looked at the locked door and observed it. It was just a regular door, but maybe… he could bust it open?

Talon started to tear through the boxes, trying to find something that he could use to break it down. He eventually found a big hammer and figured that it would do the job. He marched up to the door and slammed the hammer against it. It didn’t break, but it definitely left a mark. Talon huffed and continued hitting the door, finally breaking it off its hinges. Talon let out a huff, set the hammer down, and grabbed a pitchfork.

“I’m comin’ Malon!”

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Rusl groaned as consciousness began to return to him, along with pain. He lifted his head and hissed as his neck ached something awful. He didn’t realize he was sleeping with his head hunched forward, but now that he thought about it, why was he sleeping with his head hunched over? Rusl reached up to rub his neck, but found his movement limited, and he was wide awake when he realized what was happening. His hands were tied together in front of him, and a rope was wrapped tightly around his chest, pinning him to a column. He looked around frantically, noticing his tied legs as well. Oh no…

“Hey look, Rusl’s awake.”

Rusl looked to his left where Ammon and Linebeck sat at the same column, tied up the same way he was. He looked to his right and saw Benji and Kass in the same predicament.

“Wha— Leon?” Rusl called out, and he heard a grunt behind him.

“I’m right behind you,” he heard the first knight murmur. Rusl was slightly relieved, but he looked down at himself again, worry creeping up again.

“What happened?”

“That lunatic drugged us,” Linebeck explained.

“Tied us up in the barn, he did a really good job at it too,” Ammon added on, wiggling his wrists slightly.

“Wh— but—- why? What purpose will that do?” Rusl still couldn’t wrap his head around this. Was this Ingo guy stupid or crazy?

“You missed his whole evil speech,” Benji started, his hands gesturing dramatically, “he wants the ranch to himself and said that Talon was a danger to that. Apparently with us here, we could help Talon steal his farm from him or something like that.”

“So… he’s holding Talon somewhere?”

“Unfortunately, that seems to be the case.”

Rusl groaned and bumped his head against the column he was tied to. “What can we do? We have to save Talon!”

Ammon shrugged. “There’s not much we can do right now. Unless someone is somehow able to slip these ropes, we might just have to trust that Talon can save himself.”

“But Talon… he’s not a fighter.”

“I mean, neither is Ingo,” Linebeck commented, “I’m sure if Talon had to face him, he’ll be fine.”

Rusl groaned again. He hated sitting here doing nothing while his friend was in danger, and he was sure the others felt the same way, but there really was nothing he could do. The ropes were too tight for him to just slip out of, and Ingo seemed to have stripped everyone of their weapons. He supposed that the only thing they could do was to trust Talon, and hope that he could at least save himself.

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Talon grumbled as he left his own home. Malon was nowhere to be seen, and even stranger, his friends were no longer waiting in the kitchen. It seemed that everyone was gone from his ranch. Except Ingo. Talon had seen him rushing from one place to the next, grabbing things left and right, before disappearing into the home where he probably went to sleep. Luckily, he seemed to be distracted so much to the point where he never noticed Talon, even when the farmer was right in the open. With Ingo resting in his home, it gave Talon the freedom to investigate the ranch. He checked every building, finding nothing of Malon and his friends. Malon missing worried Talon, but his missing friends worried him even more. They wouldn’t just abandon him, he knew that much, but he didn’t know why he didn’t see any of them. It was impossible for Ingo to have done something to all six of them, but then again, Ingo somehow took over Lon Lon Ranch, so Talon supposed there was more to Ingo than he realized. When Talon finished investigating Malon’s house again, he realized that he never checked the barn, and before he could run to it, he heard grumbling.

“Stupid… what do I do? What do I do?”

Talon ducked to cover and saw Ingo mumbling to himself as he walked to the barn. Talon waited until he went inside before he followed, being as quiet as he could. He slowly opened the door and saw Ingo babbling to himself. Rage took over Talon and he swung the door open, charging at the man who stole his home. Ingo yelped as he was knocked to the ground, and Talon pulled him up and slammed him against the wall, surprised at how light he was.

“Why, I oughta beat you senseless, Ingo!” Talon yelled out, threatening to punch him in the face.

“W-wait! Talon! Calm down, let's talk about this!” Ingo begged, and Talon grumbled, gathering his shirt in his hands.

“Where’s my daughter? What did you do to her?”

“Nothing! I swear!”

“You better not be lyin’!”

“I’m not! I promise! Malon wanted to stay in the ranch! She wanted to take care of the horses, but I didn’t let her! I kicked her out!”

“You kicked her out? Why?”

“Because she’s pregnant! Come on now, I couldn’t let a pregnant woman do the hard work of a farmer! I’m not that cruel.”

Talon rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, you’re not cruel at all. Except for the fact that you pushed me in that portal hoping that it would kill me, you kicked my pregnant daughter out of her home, you betrayed my trust, and you stole–” Talon gestured to the barn but gasped when he saw all six of his friends tied to columns, all watching him surprised. Talon tightened his hold on Ingo and started shaking him aggressively. “YOU KIDNAPPED MY FRIENDS? What is WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Mercy! MERCY!” Ingo yelled out as he was shaken. Talon stopped and glared at Ingo.

“You’re insane, Ingo, I can’t believe I trusted you! I can’t believe I never trusted Link when he warned me about you! I… agh…” Talon looked down, ashamed. He had so much to apologize to Link for. Talon shoved Ingo into the wall and grabbed his pitchfork, slamming it into his loose clothes against the wall. Ingo let out a shout when it went in, and looked surprised when there was no pain. “Don’t move,” Talon said, and grabbed one of his friend’s swords. He walked over to Linebeck and Ammon, who were smiling at him.

“Talon, I’m so relieved you’re alright,” Ammon said.

“Yeah, we were worried about you,” Linebeck added as Talon cut the ropes around them. “That was awesome. I almost wished you punched the guy.” Talon waved it off and focused on cutting the ropes. “Are you alright?”

Talon sighed. “I don’t know, I’m sorry y’all had to get roped up in this. Literally.”

Linebeck snorted slightly, then let out a sigh of relief when the ropes were cut. “Thank goodness, those were starting to cut off my circulation.”

Talon didn’t comment on it as he cut the ropes around their hands, and the two men went over to Ingo. Linebeck lingered near him while Ammon grabbed his own sword to help Talon untie the others. Once they were all freed, Talon went to send for a town guard. Ingo didn’t belong here anymore, and Talon just wanted this to be over.

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The town guard arrived a lot sooner than Talon expected. It was early in the morning, with the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. The guard was writing down all the information about Ingo, while the others stayed back.

“Oh come on, the things I did weren’t that serious!” Ingo whined.

“I dunno how to tell you this sir, but kidnapping, attempted murder, and stealing are pretty serious crimes.” The guard deadpanned. He grabbed Ingo and gave Talon a slight bow. “Thank you sir, I’ll make sure he’s taken care of.”

Talon gave him a nod, and watched as the two started to head to castle town. Rusl and Leon came up behind Talon, both resting a hand on each shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Rusl asked, and Talon only sighed.

“I don’t know, I’m really tired and… I just… Ingo was my friend.”

“I get that,” Leon patted his shoulder. “It’s not easy to have someone you care about betray you like that.”

Talon shrugged and rubbed his eyes. “I think I’m gonna get some sleep before I go out lookin’ for Malon.” Talon turned to his home, with the other two following him.

“Do you know where she is?” Rusl asked.

“I’m not sure. She could be in Kakariko, or castle town, or even Gerudo for all I know.”

“Gerudo?” Leon frowned. “Why would she be in Gerudo?”

“Well… her mother was half Gerudo, so I’d imagine that they’ll be her only support right now.”

Rusl and Leon looked at each other in surprise.

“I didn’t know you married a Gerudo,Talon.”

“Half Gerudo, but yeah, she was a wonderful person, Malon is so much like her in more ways than she’ll know.” Talon smiled at the memory of his daughter. Her beautiful singing voice, her inhuman strength, her strong will and love for horses, those were all traits her mother bore.

“It sounds like you really love your daughter Talon,” Rusl said softly with a smile. “I hope you can find her, safe and sound.”

“Me too…” Talon paused before the door and turned around. “Um… would y’all mind comin’ with me? I don’t really wanna be alone.”

Leon and Rusl looked surprised, but they quickly smiled and nodded their heads.

“Of course Talon.”

Talon smiled and entered his home, ready to rest his weary mind.

#ok Ingo may not be this crazy but whatevs #of course in this timeline Ingo couldn’t take over the ranch cuz Ganondorf never went into power #and iirc Ingo and talon were dancing in the staff credits. tho they could’ve been in the adult timeline #regardless anything could happen in those years #smiles writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 25 #strangers across eras #Malon is fine btw

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sarahsmi13s · 6 months

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Parasocial

whumptober day 25: stalked

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x youtuber!reader

characters: mickey garcia, fem!reader, reader's ex

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, stalking, blood, threatening, violence, toxic ex, assumptions of abuse, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~3.1k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

i'm so so sorry for how late this is

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: parasocial -> one-sided relationships, where one person extends emotional energy, interest and time, and the other party, the persona, is completely unaware of the other's existence. most parasocial relationships aren't violent... until they are...

Mickey smiled at you as you both sat in front of your camera as you read the live chat.

You looked over your shoulder at him, “You ready?” “As ever.” You grinned and turned back to your camera.

“Hi my darlings! Today I’m here with my boyfriend,” you beamed at the camera as he settled in his gaming chair next to you.

“Today we are playing Five Nights at Freddy’s… again. Yes, I know we’ve played it before but the DLC for Security Breach came out a while back, however, Mickey was super busy but now we can finally get to it!”

You and Mickey sat next to each other, taking turns in sections of the game and reading the chat.

At one point you were watching Mickey focus as he went through the daycare section, his tongue poking out of his mouth just a little. That portion of the game was quieter and a little calmer, so you were focusing on your boyfriend.

So focused that when your phone went off with a notification from your ring doorbell app.

“Oh!” You yelped as you jumped in your chair. Mickey looked at you and chuckled, “You okay?”

You nodded and grabbed your phone, “Yeah yeah fine. Phone just spooked me.” He hummed and continued as you checked your phone.

Your ring camera had apparently picked up movement at your door.

Tilting your head, you watched the video of the feed.

Your eyes widened in slight fear as you watched a figure in a cap and sunglasses with his hood pulled up walk up onto your porch. He moved around a little and approached your door, but you couldn’t see if he did anything because the door was in the camera’s blind spot.

“Mick…”

He hummed to let you know that he heard you but didn’t look away from the screen.

You reached over and paused the game, “Mickey… look at this.”

This time he looked at you concerned before looking down at your phone and taking it from you to look at the footage.

You watched his face carefully, your trembling fingers tapping against your lips.

Seeing a strange, hooded figure on your porch would freak anyone out. They could be someone scoping out the place to rob, they could simply be someone at the wrong address, you could never be sure.

And that’s what made it horrifying.

Mickey looked at you and then at your camera, “Hey, I need to go check on something, I’ll be right back.”

He got up, taking your phone with him as you turned back to the stream.

You didn’t even look at the chat, knowing that it was blowing up with questions and concerns, theories as to what was happening.

“Everything’s okay guys. Don’t worry about it, let’s just have fun and finish this stream okay?” You tried to muster up a smile despite how scared you actually were.

You took a deep breath and tried to finish the section for Mickey so you could just continue when he got back.

About ten minutes later he came back in, he was holding something as he came over.

Mickey was horrible at hiding facial expressions and emotions, so you knew something was up when you saw both fear and anger on his face. You muted your mic before he spoke.

“Babe, stop the stream.”

His voice was low and serious, so out of character. It was concerning and was setting off alarms in your head. “Y/N, I’m serious. Turn it off.”

You didn’t question him, knowing that unless it was serious, he wouldn’t ask you to stop streaming.

Turning your mic back on, you spoke, ��Guys, um, something came up. I’m gonna stop the stream here. Everything’s fine, don’t worry. We just need to take care of some things. See you next time. Turn and burn darlings…”

You ended the stream and turned off your camera before turning to your boyfriend, “What’s wrong?”

Mickey showed you the items in his hands. A note and a photo.

You covered your mouth as you looked at the photo.

It was of your bedroom window, you and Mickey by the window as your arms were draped over his shoulders and his hands on your hips as you kissed.

Neither of you had taken that photo.

With shaking hands, you pulled up the note that came with it.

You gasped and tears filled your eyes as dread and fear shredded your core.

“Do you really think you can get away from me? You know you’re mine… don’t you?”

Mickey sat in the ready room, not actually ready at all to get in his plane with Reuben.

It had been two weeks since the initial incident with the man and his note.

“Hey, Garcia, you okay? You look spaced out over there,” Hangman said from across the way.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just… I’ve got a lot on my mind…” Mickey said as he looked at his hands.

You and Mickey called the police immediately afterwards. You gave them the note and the video of the man on your porch. They said they would do what they could, but with this being a seemingly one off incident, what they could do at the time wasn’t much.

But, over the course of a few days, things got worse.

You had gotten emails and more notes in the mail. Each more threatening and disturbing than the last. Photos were sent to you of you and Mickey, all of them covering Mickey with red spray paint.

When you were both at the grocery store, you were looking over your shoulder constantly. You wouldn’t stray from Mickey’s side. And normally he wouldn’t have minded, but you were genuinely scared for your safety and his safety.

Mickey was frustrated that he couldn’t make it better. He felt awful that he had to leave for work all the time.You were terrified to be home alone and you were scared to stream or even upload videos – afraid that even the slightest movement on your end would tip this guy off.

Your fans had zero idea what was going on, theorizing everything since you announced that due to “personal issues”. Some even theorized that Mickey was abusive after what happened on the stream, but you were so quick to shut that down.

Mickey hated that you hate to take a break from what was essentially your job. You loved what you did and you knew that you were doing what this guy wanted, but you had to protect both yourself and Mickey.

You had actually told Mickey to live on base and stay away from you, but he wasn’t about to do that. He wasn’t about to risk you being vulnerable 24/7.

Mickey rubbed his face before he went to explain but Hondo came in, “Hangman, Fanboy and Payback, you’re up.”

Mickey sighed again and got up.

He just needed to get done here and get home.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. It was 4:45 and you had about 45 minutes to an hour before Mickey got home.

You groaned, rubbing your face before shaking about your hands. You were so tense, so anxious. You were on edge from the moment you woke up to the moment Mickey got home.

And it had been like that for days.

You were getting near daily emails and physical mail as well. You barely left the house and when you did you felt like someone was always watching you. You’d stick to your list, not allowing yourself to check something out that piqued your interest just so you could get back to your home as soon as possible.

But even then you felt anxious cause what if they weren’t following you around the store or around town? What if they took your absence as an opportunity to sneak into your home and then wait for you?

You couldn’t rule it out. Because even though this person had never made physical contact with you beforehand it was clear from the notes and the photos that they knew where you lived and weren’t at all worried about getting close to your home with you in it.

You were scared to leave, but you needed food. You could get them delivered, but what if the delivery person that came to your door was your stalker?

There was no winning in this situation for you.

Every sound you heard was someone trying to hurt you. You were constantly on alert and you were sure you were going to have blood pressure issues by the end of this. You were making yourself sick with worry all the time and you most likely had a stress ulcer from it all.

You just need a distraction.

So with the hour you had until Mickey got home you decided to just start cleaning.

You started in the living room, vacuuming the rug and sweeping the hardwood.

You would have to thank Mickey for suggesting you get a quieter vacuum because at least it helped you to hear everything around you a little better.

Once the floor was done, you moved to the tv stand dusting it off and organizing the movies on it.

You had gotten in the zone, so when the front door opened and made you jump. You quickly checked your phone, seeing that Mickey texted you at 5 pm on the dot that he was off and would be home soon. It was currently 5:30.

Smiling and feeling the tension leave your shoulders a little, you walked over to greet him at the door.

“Hey Honey how was-”

Your phone slipped from your hands and clattered to the floor as you took in the man in front of you.

“Oh hey sweetheart, you miss me?”

This wasn’t your boyfriend.

Your heart starts to race and you can hear your blood rushing in your ears.

You started backing away, reaching behind you to feel your way out but you still bumped into things in your haste to escape.

He slowly followed you, taking bigger steps in order to get you to move faster. “Oh c’mon, Y/N. Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

You hadn’t even noticed your dampened cheeks until he had pointed it out, but it didn’t matter. You were the furthest thing from happy right now.

“No, Ryker, I’m not happy to see you. We broke up 10 years ago. What the hell are you doing here?”

Ryker was your ex-boyfriend from high school. You broke up because you had moved and the long distance attempt was awful. And after you broke up, you realized that some of his behaviors were toxic and controlling.

What you thought was him being protective was actually him snapping at any remotely attractive guy in your class for looking at you. He also would make comments about your outfits all the time. And then when you tried long distance, he insisted on knowing your address and that you send photos of your outfits for him to approve.

You only complied with the second request, but it only lasted for about three weeks before you had to break it off. It was too stressful on you and your friends at this school pointed out how his behaviors were huge red flags.

Back then you wouldn’t have thought so, but with him now standing in front of you after breaking into your home – everything clicked into place.

Ryker kept walking toward you, forcing you to take bigger steps backwards and keep your eyes on him and not turn around to run.

“Fucking leave, Ryker. I will call the police. And Mickey will be home soon so you need to leave and stop whatever shit you’re doing,” your voice was trembling as you blindly grabbed the first throwable item you could get your hand on.

“You know, Y/N-”

In the middle of his statement, you threw the item at him to distract him before running upstairs to get to your room to use the fire escape.

As you scrambled your way up the stairs, you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you.

You just needed to get to your room, and then you could get out and get help.

When you got to your bedroom you shut and locked the door before running over to your fire escape as Ryker banged on the door. “Y/N open the door! Do you really think you can get away from me?!”

You whimpered and tried to get the latch open but it’s stubborn. “C’mon you mother fucker,” you hissed as the rusted latch barely moving. “C’mon c’mon! Come on!” You used your weight and finally the latch popped open.

Unfortunately Ryker was able to kick the door open.

You screamed and tried to push the window up but he was faster and managed to grab you.

Thrashing and kicking, you tried to get free. “Let me go! HELP SOMEONE H–”

As you struggled, Ryker grabbed your hair and slammed your head into the window, shattering the glass. “Stop squirming! I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to!”

With your adrenaline pumping, you grabbed a piece of glass and cut the arm pulling your hair to get him to let go before stabbing the arm holding you by the waist.

“Fucking bitch!” He cursed as he dropped you.

You gasped and immediately ran out of the room and tried to get out through the front door.

But in your haste, you tripped on the last step.

This is straight out of a fucking horror movie, get your shit together, you cursed yourself as you pushed yourself up.

You sprinted to the door, but as you opened it, an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand covered your mouth as you were drug back to the living room and thrown on the ground.

Groaning, you crawled for a little and rolled onto your back before looking up at him as you propped yourself up onto your elbows. “Why are you doing this? We haven’t seen or spoken to each other in 10 years…”

He squatted down, “Oh Y/N… you’re still mine, I have the right to do whatever I want.”

Mickey rushed out of his car when he got home. He was ready to finally be home with you and help you to feel safe.

But he froze when he made it to the porch.

The front door was open just a crack and he could hear shouting from inside.

“I’m not yours Ryker!”

Mickey’s stomach dropped at the fear in your voice, but the voice that followed sent both panic and anger through him.

“I will carve my name into your back if that’s what it takes for you and everyone to know that you are mine! You’ve been mine since we were 16!”

Mickey fumbled with his phone as he dialed 9-1-1 and reported everything as he moved to go inside.

“Lieutenant, you need to stay on the phone with me, okay? There’s a unit not too far from you.” “I’m not leaving her alone with him, I’m going inside.”

“Lieutenant-”

Mickey hung up the phone and ran inside, trying to follow the sound of your voice.

He made it to the living room only to find you sobbing on the floor with Ryker kneeling on your back with your shirt cut open at the top.

“Ryker please stop!”

“They need to know that-”

“Hey!” Mickey shouted, getting Ryker’s attention before tackling him to the ground and knocking the knife away.

With the weight gone off your back you did the first thing you could think of, run.

You pushed yourself up off the floor and sprinted to the front door and out into the yard, falling to the ground as your adrenaline faded. Now all that was running through your mind was that Mickey was alone with your crazy ex...

But you saw a glimmer of hope.

Red and blue lights and sirens came flying down the street, the cop car coming to a screeching stop in front of your house.

All you could do was point towards the door and an officer knelt down next to you, requesting you an ambulance as her partner went inside.

“My-my ex is-is the one with-with longer hair… The one-one with the buzz is my boyfriend…”

She nodded, “My partner will make sure he’s safe okay?”

You nodded and clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder.

It was a few minutes before you saw the other officer come out with Ryker and put him in the squad car.

The officer with you looked at you, “I need to go talk with my partner, I’ll be right over there okay?” You nodded and she got up, leaving you to pick at the grass with shaking hands as you waited for Mickey.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

You inhale sharply and look up to see Mickey running towards you. “Mickey!”

He slid on his knees, pulling you into his arms, “Oh my goodness, I’m so so sorry I wasn’t home. I’m so sorry, mi amor.” He held you close, mumbling things in Spanish and English in your ear.

You pulled him back gently and looked him over as he rambled, seeing some bruises but nothing serious. “Hey hey hey, you were there, Mick. You were there just in time, baby. I’m safe, and we got him. He’s going away,” you cooed gently as you cupped his cheek.

He rested his forehead on yours, “You’re moving in with me.” “Mickey, I can’t do that, you live on base and I can’t be there,” you said quietly. “I’m moving off base.” You furrowed your brow, “W-what?”

Mickey nodded, “I’m moving so we can live together. It’ll be a place off base, but close enough that it’s threatening to anyone wanting to try anything.”

You smiled softly at him, “Oh Mickey…” He kissed your forehead, “And we don’t know if that jackass doxed you or not, so moving is your best bet at being safe.”

“You’re right. But I’ll need somewhere to stay tonight, my house is a crime scene.”

“We’ll figure it out, maybe we could stay with Penny?” You raised a brow, “We?” He nodded, “Yes we, I’m not leaving your side until this is settled. I’ll set up a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock to talk about it. But I’m staying with you.”

You smiled softly at him, “Thank you, Mick.” “Don’t gotta thank me, just let me hold you until we stop shaking,” he said and he squeezed your hips gently. You nodded and let him pull you into his lap.

You buried your face into his neck before tears of relief began falling onto his neck. He shushed you gently and rocked you as you clung to him, keeping you close.

You know that with your job, you were never 100% safe. But right now, you were safe, and that’s what matters.

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basicallyjaywalker · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 25

Eye of a Hurricane

Characters: Nya (and Jay if you squint again)

Prompts: "You're not delivering a perfect body to the grave," storm, buried alive, "they're not breathing!"

Length: 1,440

I had to cut this one a bit short bc I have homework to do, but I'm so close to being caught up! I hope I can manage it today, and it only took 26 days lmao

#ninjago #lego ninjago #jay walker #nya jiang #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 25 #'you're not delivering a perfect body to the grave'#storm #buried alive #'they're not breathing!'#whump #whump fic #ninjago fanfiction

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comfort-questing · 2 years

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"lost voice"

"what happened? are you all right?" Kirr been waiting at the edge of the campsite for longer than they'd like, and seeing their friend stumbling out of the damp woods they couldn't help shouting a bit as they approached. "should I... oh."

under the rain-soaked cloak they had just barely seen the movement of their friend's hands in the quick signs of "fight, safe now."

"sure. sure. all right. help?"

"help please." the decisive motion of their hands was clear, even aside from the glimpse of dark bloodstains on their uniform as their cloak parted. "find captain."

"of course." Kirr hurried forward to help their friend along, back towards the tents and the smoky awnings where the campfires burned sullenly into the damp.

"someone get the captain!" they shouted as they drew closer. "Tam's back, they've got reports."

Tam grinned narrowly at them out of the corner of their mouth, and signed "thanks" with one hand, the other slung over their shoulders for support.

it didn't take long to get Tam settled in one of the tents, and Kirr rubbed their arms in long repetitive strokes to soothe them as the healer saw to the sword wound in their side. Tam leaned into the comfort, their face tight with pain, holding their breath at each stitch.

"do you need a moment?"

"go on." their fingers barely moved, face gray. they gave a small silent cough as the captain strode in, and glanced over at Kirr for assistance.

"I tell, you say." their hands did not falter in the signs this time.

an old drill, for the moments when mouth-words were harder for Tam; ever since they'd both been kids running around the farmlands at home they'd done this, for strangers who didn't know Tam's signs or those didn't care to learn.

Kirr kept their eyes on Tam's hands.

"a group of the enemy by the north hills, thirty or forty, with five or six dragons too. they're making camp. one of their scouts and I fought at the base of the hill. I led them away."

the captain nodded. "thank you. we'll keep watch."

Tam nodded, then leaned back into Kirr, burying their face as the healer finished the bandages at last.

"thank you," they whispered into Kirr's ear, by and by. "ow."

Kirr rumpled their hair.

"always."

#whump #hurt comfort #whumptober2022 #whumptober day 25 #I don't see a lot of signing characters esp those who use it part time...#it takes a lot to make me nonverbal but sometimes signs are just NICER.

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 6 months

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Whumptober No. 25: Buried Alive

TW: what it says on the tin

Buried alive

Suffocating

Trapped in mother earth's embrace

Ash wood coffin

Silk lined walls

Doomed by a lover's foolish grief

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @whumpsday @whumpshaped @heavenlyeden @whumpytine

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Poetry #Whump poetry #Whumptober2023 #Whumptober day 25 #Buried alive #Whump #Whump writing

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years

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You've Got to Pick Up Every Stitch (Whumptober Day 25)

We refuse to allow this witch to continue and infect our community! We must save the souls of our town!"

The sounds of the small mob agreeing enthusiastically were audible to Eddie's ears but he was more focused on the noose pulled tightly around his neck. The man stood next to him glared down at the younger boy as Eddie tried pulling at the ropes binding his wrists behind his back.

"And we refuse to allow this son of Satan continue his rampage!" The man continued as he yanked on the noose. Eddie choking for air through his nose, the rag stuffed in his mouth obstructing his ability to breath. Despite having only the moonlight and scattered flashlights to light the crowd, Eddie grimly recognized some of the people in the mob that gathered to watch his death. Closing his eyes, Eddie's mind wandered to how the fuck after everything he went through, it was a crowd of angry humans that were going to kill him.

It had been a nice day. Relatively speaking. After he'd finally been discharged from the hospital to come home to Wayne and their new apartment a few weeks ago, Eddie found himself adjusting to life post upside down. Post Chrissy. After signing dozens and dozens of NDA papers, they'd announced his innocence on national TV. The blame was pinned on Jason Carver, saying he and Max had been the only survivors in the basketball player's rampage. Eddie might have felt if this was anyone except Jason Carver. The guy who made his life a living hell and tried to kill him. The guy who hurt anyone to get what he wanted, for fuck's sake he attacked an eleven year old. He'd seen Erica's bruised face when they were waiting in the hospital together. But the worst part was he was the reason Max was still in the hospital in a coma. Any empathy he might have had flew out the window every time he thought about Max.

Hawkins was still Hawkins though. And shit hole that it was, people were still unsurprisingly shitty. Nobody wanted to believe that their golden boy was a murderer. Most people usually keeping their disdain for the goth to a side eye in or a muttered insult but others were a lout louder. Name calling, small vandalism, or if he was really unlucky he'd run into Reverend Carver. Jason's dad. Seemed batshit crazy ran in the family, the man accosting him in the streets and calling him a son of Satan. Accusing him of corrupting the town's youth with his devilish wiles or whatever.

It was exhausting. Being bombarded on every side by these assholes but he had a few safe spaces. His current favorite of which was the local Family Video. Mr. Holier than thou and people like him refused to go in and he got to spend time bothering his two favorite people in the world.

"Are you going to actually buy something today Munson, or are you just going to stand around and loiter?"

"I am shocked you would accuse me of such a thing Harrington." Eddie grinned as he leaned across the return desk where Steve "the hair" Harrington stood with a disdainful look on his face as Eddie popped another Raisinet out of the box in his hands. "I am a paying customer who's come to spend my hard earned dollars on some family friendly entertainment."

"You didn't even pay for those." Steve gestured to the box of theater candy in Eddie's hands. In response, Eddie brought out a crumpled one from his back pocket and slid it across the counter with a smirk.

"Keep the change." He patted Steve on side of his face to which the younger man slapped his hand away.

"God, would you two stop flirting? I'm trying to alphabetize over here." Robin called from the other side of the nearly empty store. "Some jackass came through and decided to rip out the styrofoam inserts and didn't bother to put them back."

"Ah yes, the joys of retail work." Eddie remarked as he and Steve etched her grab a broom to sweep up the broken white plastic mess that covered the carpet.

"Well we can't all get lucky and sell drugs for a living." Steve replied before calling out to his coworker. "And it's not flirting!"

"Yeah Buckley, I like to think I have standards." Eddie added on with a look from Steve that said 'Really dude?'. Eddie had found out a lot about Steve when the guy decided to keep visiting him in the hospital. Like the fact he wasn't a total douche. And with the help of Buckley, that he didn't mind that Eddie liked dudes.

"Speak for yourself Munson, I am a catch." Steve said with a flip of his signature hair.

"The scoreboard would say otherwise." Robin countered from where she was sweeping up a styrofoam mess. The telltale small whiteboard was laid on the register counter. The current tally on You Suck almost filled the white slate. You Rule had a single stroke.

"Ugh, what would you know?" Steve huffed as Eddie laughed at the face Steve was making. Robin side eyeing him. She never said it but he knew that she knew about his not so minor crush on the former jock. He wasn't subtle about it but Steve was Steve and somehow remained oblivious to most things. Eddie's watch alarm going off made him look down to see it was almost four o'clock.

"Shit, got band practice." Eddie glanced back at Steve as he made his way to the door. "You know, if you ever want to, you could come watch me perform."

"I'm good." Steve replied. Maybe a little too quickly than Eddie would've hoped for.

Eddie didn't have his minivan anymore. One of the many things confiscated by the government along with their trailer, his guitar and everything that vaguely anything to do with the upside down. Plus side, he got the walking in his physical therapist recommended. Down side, his body despised every other step he took. Wishing he remembered to grab the cane the hospital gave him.

'Come on Eddie. Jeff's house is just a few blocks away.' He told himself. Walking along the sidewalk and humming the INXS song they'd been working on when he noticed a car coming down the road. It slowed down until it was right next to the metalhead.

'Shit.' Eddie tried to turn around as the car parked on the road next to him.

"You look like you could use some help." The window rolled down to reveal Mr. Carver. Because of course it was him, life seemed to have it out for him sometimes.

"I'm fine Mr. Carver. Thanks." It was worse when the people who hated him tried to act nice. It always meant that something bad was about to happen.

"It's Reverend." He corrected Eddie. Him getting out of the car made the metalhead look around nervously. Almost no one was out and he was out of view of the movie store.

'Fuck.'

"Come on, I'll give you a ride to wherever you're going." The man grabbed Eddie's elbow, practically stopping him in his tracks.

"Listen. I know you're trying to be a good Christian or whatever but-" Eddie was cut off by the man shoving something over his face.

"That wasn't a suggestion."

The sweet smell made his brain go fuzzy and the next time he was lucid, or at least aware of his surroundings, he was in the back of a moving car. Trying to breath was difficult, becoming aware of something (his bandana?) shoved in his mouth. His body was unusually heavy as words were spoken at him through the drugged fog.

"-sinner-"

"-Satan's grasp-"

"-witch. My son saw it himself."

Son? Oh right. Jason. Eddie wanted to laugh. Even in death he had it out for the goth.

Hands grasped at his body as Eddie felt his feet moving under him. Now completely awake for the first time. They were in the woods. It was dark out now as he was led through a small group of people gathered around a large white tree. A step stool was sat under it with a noose dangling from the branch. The murmured pieces coming into place as he realized what they were going to do. Hang him like a witch. He might've been able to outrun them before but his barely healed injuries, the grip on his shoulder and the brain fog he was still experiencing made any plan of escape impossible.

Now here he was, in the middle of what he'd hoped was a horrible nightmare, watching a crowd of people egging on his execution. Reverend Carver turning to him and whispering so only Eddie could hear him.

"This is for my son."

With that the stepstool Eddie was stood on was kicked out from under him.

He'd read about the Salem witch trials before. If they were lucky, the height they dropped from would cause their neck to snap so they wouldn't have to die a prolonged and agonizing death by strangulation. But again, the Munson luck was at work and he was left dangling from a tree branch, just barely clinging to life. Maybe it had been one minute, maybe five. His vision was blurred over now as his mind raced. The darkness slowly creeping in from the edges as he wondered if this was what Chrissy felt like that night in his trailer.

Eddie's mind was starting to drift off when he heard yelling. Maybe it was him? Or maybe hell was real and he was hearing the tormented screaming of what awaited him. The answer was apparently neither as he felt the weight of the rope around his neck disappear and his body fell to the ground hard. He let out a muffled cry and brought his knees up in an attempt to lessen the pain.

"No, no, no. Come on, Hey." It might have been the delirium from almost dying but Eddie could've sworn he was hearing Steve's voice. Eyes coming back into focus as a hand yanked the bandana out of his mouth to see his brown haired angel stooped over him. His usually perfect hair was messy as he helped Eddie sit up.

"Nngh...Steve? Is that you?" He asked, a smile crossing his face despite everything.

"Yeah, it's me." Steve took out a knife to hack the rope around Eddie's neck off before working at the ones on his wrists.

"How'd y...How'd you find me?"

"One of the kids saw when you were grabbed. We've been looking for you all day."

"Huh." Even when it seemed like the whole world was against him, it was nice to know there was still people who looked out for him. The darkness was still creeping into vision as he leaned into Steve's shoulder. "Hey Stevie? I'm tired.''

"I know Eddie, but I need you to stay awake until we get you to the hospital. Okay?"

"Yeah....thanks Stevie..." The young man still smiling as Steve helped him up and over to a waiting car in the distance. Eddie was vaguely aware of Steve taking his jacket off and wrapping it around the other boy's shoulders. "My knight in shining armor."

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #whumptober2022 #whump #whumptober day 25

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calinaannehart · 2 years

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Day 25: Silence is golden

Lost voice | Duct tape | “You better start talking”

By the time Eddie gets him home most of the anesthesia has worn off, he’s still drowsy but a little more alert, but so too had the pain meds. Every movement of Buck’s neck seems to cause him pain and he hasn’t so much as made a sound since leaving the hospital. It’s probably the quietest Buck’s ever been and it’s disconcerting to say the least.

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #whumptober day 25 #evan buckley #911 fox #evan buck buckely #911 on fox #9 1 1 on fox #fanfiction #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #Christopher Diaz

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fletcherwilbury · 2 years

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@whumptober Day 25: Lost Voice

Warning for illness, exhaustion, and bronchitis.

#whumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 25 #lost voice #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 mikey #jonatello #illness cw #exhaustion cw #bronchitis cw #fanfiction #archive of our own

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boowhumps · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023

Day 25

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of Blood

Enjoy!

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Silas knew he had made many bad choices.

Since he was a kid, ignoring when a fellow peer left the playground, never to be seen again..

Or when he decided to fake being sick to stay home.. only to die along with his parents when the house caught on fire.. leaving his sister as the sole survivor of the Rosenberg family..

And when he was revived, joining the wrong crowd.. which led to his exile and death after being accused of being a traitor..

Silas knew he made bad choices.

But this..

...

..outweighed the rest..

Silas knew something was different the day he met Karyme Sain-Santos.

She was like him.. exiled.. betrayed.. killed..

But she.. handled it differently..

Silas hadn't done anything, instead opting to just move on..

But Karyme wanted revenge.

She was persistent.. training and planning everything out perfectly..

She led the attack on David, killing him with not a spite of mercy.

Silas was a bit scared of her at first..

..but he fell..

Her hair.. her eyes.. her personality..

It was addicting.

Silas wanted to know her.. love her..

And it seemed like she did too..

Until the day.

Silas remembers it clearly. She approached him, and asked for assistance on a mission.

Silas wasn't the kind of person to act on revenge.. and he didn't want to help her at first..

But the betrayal in her eyes.. it was unavoidable..

Silas agreed hesitantly, his love for that girl overtaking his common sense..

..now that he thinks about it.. she's always been a bit manipulative..

But anyways.. the mission fell apart..

Karyme persevered through the battle, and ended it with an axe in her hand.. and an end to the demon who had been tormenting her.

Silas didn’t recognize her. She was like a zombie, swinging down over and over again on the body, just getting more blood everywhere. When he had to pull her away.. he saw the real Karyme, not the one he thought was the real one..

The way she looked at him.. as if she couldn’t believe what she had done..

Nothing but regret in her gaze..

She won..

..but st what cost..?

Silas noticed how.. quiet she had become..

Still but alert.. seemingly spooked by pretty much everything..

She was acting different..

And Silas wasn't the only one who had noticed.

Lua.. Daniele.. Zaaron.. Kairo.. Selyna..

They all noticed too..

Despite countless reassurances, Silas could still keep dread piling up inside of him..

Something bad would happened..

..but not to him..

Silas found himself pacing in his room again.. Flipping through a rather large and thick book.

He needed answers..

Or explanations..

Either would do..

He could not sleep, nor did he have the time to.

He wanted to help Ka-..

Amne.

He wanted to help Amne.

She needed help, and if Silas didn't do anything to help her, then did he really care about her?

Silas can only groan in frustration as he realizes that the book is no help. Theres nothing that helps Amne here.. which just means he has to keep searching..

He puts the book down with a sigh, running his fingers through his loose hair.

Oh my Selyna.. he really needed to sleep..

He's just about ready to give up when the hairs on his body stand up, and something inside of him almost.. drops..

His ears perk up almost immediately, making most things incredibly loud and hurtful..

Silas stops, eyes scanning around in suspicion..

..okay.. something was definitely going on here..

Silas breathes deeply, calming himself before approaching the situation..

Why did he suddenly get a sense like that..?

Silas ran through the possibilities of everyone he had ever imprinted on.. past and present..

He goes through every name.. stopping at the last one..

Amne..

Silas' blood runs cold. Of course..

But why.?

She was asleep.. he had been with her hours prior.. soothing her to sleep after a nightmare..

It didn't make sense..

...

..she was okay, right.?

What was he saying- of course she is..

There wasn't any danger here towards her-

Silas stops, his ears perking up again.

All other sounds block out.. fading off to nothingness..

At the top, the most hearable, is a scream.

Silas immediately snaps his head towards his closed door. The sound is coming from a room in the Celestial Palace.. but not her bedroom..

No..

...

..the artifact room..

Why would Amne be there..?

Silas shakes his head, practically shoving his door open, going towards the sound..

As he approaches, the sound increases in intensity.

It's driving his senses crazy..

He reaches the door, hearing the screaming just behind it.

He tries to open the door, but its locked.

..great..

He pushes his body against the door, but it just won't open.

The screaming is definitely Amne.. and it's getting louder..

He's puzzled as to why no one else has heard it yet..

The screaming reaches an ear-piercing level, and then it just.. stops.

Silas goes to open the door again, and this time it mysteriously unlocks.

He opens the door, and his senses go haywire again.

Although this time.. he can see why.

Amne lays unconscious on the floor, alone.

Silas doesn't even remember running over to her, attempting to scan her over.

She isn't injured, but she..

...

..she's not breathing..

Silas had dealt with death before.. but it never got easier.

Silas holds Amne closely, almost rocking her in his grasp. He leans his head down, trying to process everything.

He was just a boy, anyways, and he can't undo death when its taking it's course..

He can pray.. but that's about it..

He doesn't even notice when Zaaron comes running..

All he knows is he failed again.

He failed Amne.

...

Silas had made many mistakes..

But this..

This was not a mistake.

...

This was meant to happen.

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#whumptober #whumptober day 25 #whump writing #dang.#all my love interest OC'S are suffering.#and lowkey i enjoy it.#not in a weird way.#it makes me happy to see the misery #anywayssss thats all #and as always #enjoy! :)

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serickswrites · 2 years

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Golden

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, broken bones

“Please! Just let me go!” Whumpee begged as they struggled against the cuffs around their wrists.

“Why in the ever-loving fuck would I do that?” Whumper asked. “I need silence to continue my work.”

“PLEASE!”

“I grow tired of your voice, Whumpee. Let’s remedy that first!” Whumper said as they grabbed a roll of duct tape off the instrument table.

Whumpee thrashed wildly, doing everything in their power to keep Whumper from wrapping the duct tape around and around their head. But it was useless. Whumper wrapped the roll around Whumpee’s head three times before they were satisfied.

“That should keep you quiet. At last.” Whumper straightened up as they set the duct tape back on the table.

Whumpee let out a muffled sob as they watched Whumper pick up the brass knuckles. “I imagine this is going to hurt. A lot.”

Whumpee’s scream of pain was completely swallowed by the mound of duct tape over their mouth. “Excellent,” Whumper smiled as they raised their fist once more and brought it down on Whumpee’s ribs. The only sound that echoed in the room was the sickening crack of Whumpee’s ribs. Whumper was pleased.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw broken bones #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 25 #prompt: silence is golden #duct tape #queue

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fanfictasia · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 25

“You better start talking.”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from In My Head

Being a prisoner of the Empire is awful. And the Empire is awful, too. Not only did the scary Inquisiting lady insist on keeping Leia as a prisoner despite the fact that she’s a Princess of Alderaan, but also, she told Leia, repeatedly, that Ben was dead, that he burned to death on Mapuzo so help will not be coming.

Leia does not want to believe her.

She does not want to believe her at all, but she has a vague grasp of what anger and hatred do to a person, and she knows that Anakin has so many reasons to be angry at Ben. Vader could have killed him. He could have burned him to death like the woman said. Leia doesn’t want to believe that’s true, because she wants to trust that Ben will come for her, that he’ll take her come just as he promised.

But… she worries.

And she perseveres.

No matter how hard the Inquisiting lady pushes, Leia doesn’t budge. She doesn’t give her anything. She will be strong. Like her parents. Like her birth mother. Like Ben. Like Anakin may have been once upon a time. She wants to know more about him, too, but she didn’t know how to ask, didn’t know if she wanted to ask when thoughts of Anakin clearly made Ben so sad.

Leia refuses to talk, no matter what the Inquisiting lady says or threatens.

But her bravado disappears rapidly when stormtroopers drag her to a scary dark room with a strange machine in the middle. Leia has no idea what it is, but she knows that it’s bad. Very bad. That’s when she starts screaming, demanding to be released, begging someone to come to her rescue. No one comes, of course, but she still refuses to tell the Inquisiting lady anything.

She screams, crying for someone to help her, and in her terror, she lets slip a name that she’s been careful not to say. “B-ben! Anakin!”

He doesn’t come. Neither of them comes, but for a moment, Leia could swear that she felt him in the same way she feels him in her nightmares.

“What did you just say?” the Inquisiting lady demands harshly. “Where did you hear that name? So, your parents have been teaching you about the Jedi after all. Not that that’s a surprise. You better start talking.”

Leia musters up the courage to give her a death glare. “In my dreams,” she says, just as she has been saying from the beginning. “He… has been in my dreams.” There’s a ringing around her, a strange feeling of danger, and her instincts scream at her to run. She would if she could.

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princessallura052 · 2 years

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Chapter 2 of Kiss the Girl

Flufftober Prompt: First Dance

Whumptober Prompt: Silence is Golden

#flufftober2022 #flufftober day 25 #whumptober2022 #whumptober day 25 #vld kallura #kallura

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 25: Storm, “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave”

The second prompt is more vibes then anything, there’s no dead guys here. Probably. Hopefully.

This is a continuation to day 22 :) It’s a lot of plot, but it’s plenty painful as well heh heh. There will be another part after this as well.

Day 22

Read on ao3

Warnings: much of the same as the first fic, more creepy vibes, blood, injury, some implied kidnapping, a liiiittle body horror, and an animal injury

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A scream shatters Twilight’s peaceful sleep, and he jolts awake, sitting up and looking frantically around before realization hits him.

It’s Time. Woken by a nightmare yet again.

Twilight sighs, sad acceptance settling over himself as he calms down, and he looks over at the older hero. But the sight isn’t the usual one they’ve become accustomed to these past weeks, and Twilight immediately moves closer.

Time is gasping for breath, both eyes wide as they stare up at the sky, and Warriors is unsuccessfully trying to get him to look at him. He’s pale and shaking— which, unfortunately, has lately been the norm— but usually by now Time is sitting up and getting ahold of himself, and acting like he’s fine.

Instead he continues to lie there, gasping like a drowning man.

“Time,” Warriors repeats, Legend kneeling next to him with a pinched look on his face, “Link, can you hear me?”

Time’s breath rattles, but after a long moment, his eyes finally turn towards Warriors, blue and white both blown wide in terror.

“Did... what happened? He’s never done this before, was... was it the same nightmare?” Wind finally asks quietly, voicing what the rest of them are wondering.

“No,” Time gasps, face white, sweat pouring down his face. “No, it was— it was different.”

Twilight and Legend exchange looks, and Time chokes in another gasp, still trying to calm down.

“...I think you’d better tell everyone your dream, Time,” Warriors says in a grim voice. “And then you can explain to us what was different this time.”

Time gives him a look, but Warriors is firm.

“The time for secrets is over. If we’re going to figure this out, we need everyone’s help,” the captain finishes more softly, and Time closes his eyes, dragging in another ragged breath.

Twilight grabs his necklace and shifts into wolf form, moving to sit beside Time. His mentor reaches out a shaky hand, and Twilight allows him to run his palm over his head, running down to the thicker fur at his neck. Normally he balks at being petted like a common pooch, but under circumstances like these, he’s found it’s the best way to provide comfort.

And it helps. Time’s gasps slow, his breath evening out. His hands still shake, but he looks more settled, and begins to explain the nightmare he’s been having for nearly a month now.

Twilight already heard the explanation once, but it’s almost worse the second time with the others listening, knowing what’s coming. All of them are dead silent as he speaks, faces holding several differing emotions, but Legend’s face especially seems to crease more and more as he tells them of the violence and death he’s privy to every night.

“That... sounds like a legend in my time,” Legend murmurs as Time finishes the explanation. “Of the Hero before me. The Fallen Hero.”

“Who?” Wild asks in a whisper, and Legend’s throat bobs as he hesitates.

“Legend goes that the hero before me fought against Ganon, but... failed,” he explains, crossing his arms. “The princess of the time was forced to seal Ganon away without him, with the help of six other sages.”

Legend swallows.

“There’s a bit more to it, but... the legends say the hero died. Like... in Time’s dream.”

Time seems to have lost what color he’d regained, and his hand clenches slightly where it’s resting in Twilight’s fur.

“But you said it was different this time,” Warriors interjects, voice steadying. “How did it change?”

Time breathes out, and launches into a second explanation.

He tells them all how the beginning of the dream had been the same, but at the point where it usually ended, it had continued, into a confusing darkness and broken bodies, and images Time had trouble explaining, and couldn’t make sense of. Twilight wonders if he might leave a few details out based on how he hesitates at certain points, but he doesn’t call him out.

“And the end was clear,” Time finishes in a more serious voice. His fear seems to have hardened into anger, and Twilight eyes him worriedly. “The rest was confusing, but there’s no mistaking it. An enemy I thought long gone is back... Majora.”

Legend and Wild both look up, and the champion hesitantly reaches into his pouch, pulling out a mask in almost dizzying colors, with yellow eyes and small spikes at the edges.

“You’ve mentioned an enemy by that name before... when I showed you this,” he says cautiously, and Time nods.

“Yes. The mask that housed it was identical to this one,” he says as Wild hands it to him. “Though this one is empty, possibly a replica. Many years ago I destroyed the demon, but... it should not have been possible for it to return.”

They all chew on that for a moment, an owl hooting somewhere in the forest.

“...Unless it’s the Shadow’s doing,” Warriors finally says in a grave voice. “He’s brought back many an old foe. Who’s to say he can’t resurrect a demon?”

“That would take a lot of power,” Hyrule speaks up, his face shadowed with worry. “Even a dark being like the Shadow would need some kind of help, a conduit, or cursed object maybe—”

“It doesn’t matter how he’s back, we gotta stop him!” Wind interrupts, his face dismayed. “If Time’s dream was real, then there’s at least two people he was possessing and captured! They need our help!”

Twilight breathes out, and shifts back into a hylian, sitting down next to Time.

“You’re right sailor, but we don’t know where they or the demon are,” he says. “Time just said they were in a dark, stone room. That doesn’t narrow it down much.”

Somebody makes an odd noise, and Twilight looks over at Legend, raising a worried eyebrow at how pale he suddenly seems.

“...Veteran?” Sky asks, and Legend swallows.

“I have a mask like that as well,” he says in a low voice. The others turn to stare at him. “I could tell it had some dark magic in it when I found it, kept it for safekeeping. Maybe... maybe it’s like Hyrule said. Maybe all the Shadow needed to bring the demon back was the mask.”

A stunned silence falls over them, and Twilight looks at Time, his face still pale and grim.

He’s a bit less receptive of his ancestor’s mood now that he’s not a wolf, but there’s an equal mixture of anger and fear and worry on his face, along with the dark circles from so few nights of sleep. A change in the routine of torture he’s been submitted to seems to have woken him up a bit, and his face is more alive then it’s been in a while.

As horrible as the circumstances are, Twilight is a little glad.

“Where is it?” Time asks finally, and Legend pales again, as if he’s just realized something.

“It’s at my house.”

(...)

They break camp and leave immediately, knowing time is of the essence. It’s still dark out, but they’re close enough to Legend’s house that the veteran knows the way, leading them silently with a pinched look on his face.

Twilight can only imagine what’s going on in his head at the moment. Legend’s house is right by the castle, and not much further from Kakariko— if there’s a demon loose, it could have already wreaked all sorts of havoc.

Not to mention the fact that Legend’s house isn’t empty.

Twilight glances at Legend again, the veteran looking like he’s barely keeping himself from bolting off with his Pegasus boots.

Legend’s never explained exactly who Ravio is, but you’d have to be a fool not to notice how similar they look. Twilight is sure there’s a story there, but the point is, Ravio is important to Legend, despite what the veteran may show outwardly.

And he’s all but confirmed to be in the same location as a demon Time tells them once destroyed the world.

“...he means nearly destroyed, right?” Wind asks in a quiet voice as Time explains a little more about Majora to them, but Time doesn’t answer.

The information doesn’t make much sense, and neither does any of the situation, really. All they know for sure is that Time’s been plagued by nightmares for nearly a month, identical to each other except for tonight’s, in which two people had been alternatively possessed by a demon mask in a dark room somewhere.

They’re working solely off of assumptions and coincidences otherwise, and there’s a large part of Twilight that desperately hopes all of this truly was just a nightmare.

He knows better then that though. Nightmares like Time has been having aren’t normal.

They never are.

They reach Legend’s house at dawn, rays of sunlight barely peeking through the clouds that blanket the sky. Twilight feels a little hopeful at the lack of obvious destruction from the outside of the building, or the surrounding area.

The fact that the house is still standing must be good, right?

Legend doesn’t waste a moment in running up and shoving open the door, the others right behind him.

The veteran’s house is always a disaster, but as Twilight walks in, he sees it’s even worse then normal. Furniture has been knocked over, and books and maps and items are all over the place, mixing with glass from a broken window. Twilight sees clear signs of a struggle, things that look like they’ve been thrown, weapons fallen out of reach.

Any hope that it’s a coincidence goes out the window when he sees blood on the floor, and Legend quickly checks the rest of the house, shouting for Ravio.

But there’s no sign of the purple merchant, and Legend comes back into the main area with a grim look on his face.

“The mask is gone,” he reports in a biting voice, looking at a particular portion of the wall. “And so is Ravio.”

“There was dark magic used here, a lot of it,” Hyrule says quietly.

“That all but confirms it,” Warriors says as he closes his eyes, a grieved look on his face. “Majora is back.”

A quiet chirping noise punctuates the end of his sentence, and Twilight pricks his ears, turning his head towards where it had come from.

“Rancher?”

“Shh,” Twilight says in reply, and the others go quiet as he picks his way across the room.

He steps over a pile of what look like various magic rods, and over to a stack of maps, fallen all over the floor in a large pile. The chirp rings out again, and Twilight follows it to the corner, where the maps are piled particularly high.

Twilight lifts up several pieces of paper and parchment, and near the bottom, he startles at a little blue and white bird underneath.

Sheerow’s wing is crooked, blood in his feathers, and he fluffs up at the sight of Twilight, angrily clacking his beak.

“What is it?” Four calls, and Twilight crouches next to the bird, studying him.

“...It’s Ravio’s bird.”

“Sheerow?!” Legend asks, and the bird perks up a little, letting out a pained squawk as he shifts his wing.

“Easy, little guy,” Twilight soothes, and Sheerow glares at him a moment longer before slowly smoothing his feathers.

He blinks and tilts his head curiously as Twilight continues to make soothing noises, and Twilight scoops the little bird into his hands. Sheerow lets out a tired peep as Sky picks his way over and runs a finger over his head, and the bird looks relieved to have finally been found.

“Yep, this is Sheerow,” Sky confirms, having studied the bird a few times before.

“Ravio never goes anywhere without that stupid bird,” Legend mutters with a frantic undertone, starting to pace among all of his items thrown on the floor, “and I’ve never seen Sheerow get hurt, not even when he’s pulled weapons off me in stupid dangerous areas, or dragged me home even, how could he have—”

“Legend, calm down,” Warriors says, and Legend whirls on him.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” he yells. “My house has been broken into, my roommate’s been kidnapped, it’s extremely likely a mask got stolen and a demon got resurrected using it, the whole kingdom is probably in danger, and not to mention all those stupid dreams Time keeps having that are telling the future or past or I don’t even know!”

Warriors goes silent, and Legend swipes an angry hand across his eyes.

Sheerow lets out a squeaking sound in Twilight’s hand then, and nibbles his finger, bobbing his head towards Legend.

“Whoa, okay, you want to see Legend?” Twilight asks softly, and Sheerow chirps in an insistent way. The rancher picks his way back across the room, Sky in tow, and holds out his hands to Legend, the veteran looking at him with emotion swirling in his gaze.

Sheerow squawks, and jumps out of Twilight’s hands onto Legend’s shoulder, pecking lightly at his ear.

“Ow, what is it you stupid bird?” Legend asks, all bark and no bite, and Sheerow lets out another urgent series of chirps.

“Wait... I think he’s trying to tell us something,” Wind says, eyes wide. “Is that it, Sheerow?”

The little bird chirps, bobbing his head, and the heroes exchange looks.

“Wait, do you know where Ravio went?” Twilight asks suddenly.

Sheerow chirrups louder then ever, and Legend scoops him off his shoulder and into a hand, rifling in his pouch with the other. He pulls out a potion, and pours some into his palm, offering it to Sheerow.

Somehow the little bird knows what he’s doing and eagerly sips it up, beak clacking. He stretches his bent wing a few moments later, no longer bent, and does a little loop in the air, a triumphant caw ringing through the house.

“Can you help us find Ravio?” Legend asks seriously, and Sheerow chirps in a determined way and flies right out the door.

Legend leaves his disastrous home without hesitation, and the rest of them follow, Twilight staying by Time’s side as they run. The older hero has been doing a little better since they’ve been given something to do, but he’s still running on barely any sleep, and Twilight admittedly isn’t sure he’ll keep up.

Sheerow guides them to the east, the land growing more hilly as they go. The clouds above them thicken as well, white turning to grey, and Twilight can smell rain in the distance, a mark of the coming storm.

Time drags the longer they go, but he stubbornly keeps at it as they follow Sheerow up crumbling stairs and across old bricks. It’s an hour or two after they leave Legend’s house before they reach the yawning maw of a large temple, and they pause, getting their breath back, looking to Legend for information.

“Eastern Palace,” Legend reports, Sheerow flittering nervously around his head. “Pretty easy dungeon on the scale of things, mostly low-level monsters. I had to do it twice actu— would you stop that?!” he snaps at Sheerow, and the little birds chirps in offense and goes to sit on Sky’s shoulder. “As I was saying—”

Twilight hears thunder off in the distance, and a light rain begins to fall on their heads, small noises of dismay coming from them all. They move to go inside the palace, but then Sheerow lets out a noise like a shriek, and Time stops dead in his tracks.

The rest of them stop as well, drawing their weapons seconds after Time does, and Twilight hears Time let out a sharp inhale as footsteps echo from the entrance to the palace.

Two yellow eyes appear, and then a figure steps out into the rain, bringing with it sharp inhales from them all.

The figure that’s stepped out is barely recognizable as Hylian, his tunic torn and covered in blood that the rain begins to wash onto the stones at his feet. Darkness is coalesced around where the blood is thickest, patches over his skin in several places, twined like vines across his arms and legs. It covers the injuries that must be there, but what’s most noticeable is the mask covering his face.

It’s identical to the one Wild possesses, but its eyes glow with an extra malice as it seems to look around at them, stopping when it’s gaze reaches Time.

“Well well. I was wondering when you all were going to show up,” the boy says in a voice that makes Twilight’s heart stop.

He sounds almost exactly like Time.

He spares a frantic look at his mentor, and sees that Time’s face has gone eerily blank, though the glint of horror in his eye is impossible to erase.

Who’s under that mask?

“Where’s Ravio?” Legend demands, his gaze like steel as he points his sword at the demon.

Majora ignores him.

“My, you’ve grown, Hero. I see you’ve had some fun with some masks yourself!” he titters, staring at the markings on Time’s face. “Power like that is enticing, isn’t it?”

Time doesn’t falter. “Fight us as yourself,” he demands, his voice more matching the thunder that’s growing closer. “A puppet is unbecoming.”

“On the contrary, I rather like him,” the mask giggles, tilting his head so a few blood-soaked strands of blond hair are visible. “I’ve waited for revenge at my only defeat for a long time, and this only sweetens it. No... I think I’ll be keeping him.”

He pauses, and a flash of lighting strikes nearby, sending him into sharp relief.

“Or should I say... you?”

Pure horror hits Twilight like an arrow, and Time moves at the same time as the boy, a horribly familiar laugh ringing over the sound of thunder.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu twilight #lu time #lu legend #lu chain #all the links #linked universe fanfic #whumptober 2023 #day 25 #fic #storm #writing from the floor #don’t tag as ravioli please #thank you #I love Sheerow he’s such a spunky lil guy #his cheeps are so cute too #the ending is a little weird but originally this part was supposed to have a lot more along with it #but I ran out of time lol

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Whumptober Day 25: "They're not breathing!" + Storm

Read it on Ao3

- Hyrule & Legend

- Summary: Hyrule uses the last of his magic to save his brother's life

CW for temporary character death, blood and injury

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He’s not breathing.

Hyrule stares down his brother, his predecessor (for goodness sake, they just figured that one out), broken and bleeding and pale.

“Legend…”

He murmurs his name as a prayer, a plea, a demand. His voice cracks at the end, betraying the sorrow that swells within him like the waves he has seen in Wind’s Hyrule.

He waits for the response, reassuring and teasing, probably with a hint of sarcasm. And while he waits, the rain pours down and the thunder shakes the earth and the lightning streaks across the sky. It storms in a mockery of the boy who hates storms, yet faces them with all the ferocity they embody, all the fervor and bravery.

The boy who has fallen before them and risen again.

“Come on, Ledge.”

Shaking fingers press to a pulse point, searching for the weakest flutter of a heartbeat. Nothing.

No response. No thunder of a hero’s pounding heart.

Hyrule chokes on a ragged sob.

It had all happened so fast, too fast to understand, too fast to stop. The fight had been long and arduous. The monsters just kept coming and with it only being the two of them, it had begun to grow exhausting. And when a towering stal-monster had swung its claymore there had been no time to lunge for his brother.

Hyrule cringes, remembering the nauseating sound of the weapon connecting with Legend’s body. He had gone flying, hit the ground in a tangle of bloodied limbs, and not moved since.

But I need you to. Please, Legend.

Their potions are gone, horribly understocked to begin with (they hadn’t thought they were headed towards a fight; it was just supposed to be a quick patrol), and drunk early in the battle. He’s all but drained of magic. There is hardly enough to perform something simple, much less a healing spell.

But he has to do something, he can’t just sit here and wait for the moment when the others arrive (if they ever do, if some of the plentiful monsters didn’t slip away and attack them too). He can’t just sit here and watch Legend die.

(No, he’s not already dead even though his chest no longer rises and falls and he is limp and pale and devoid of the life he holds and fights for. Hyrule won’t let himself believe anything else.)

Doing nothing isn’t an option. So, Hyrule takes a deep breath and steels himself. Using magic that isn’t truly there is always excruciating (he would know, he has done it more times than he’d like to admit). But he’ll live. And most important of all, so will Legend.

The rain beats down and the thunder still rolls across the plains. Hyrule turns his face up into it, eyes closed, allowing it a moment to wash the blood from him, the fear. Lightning flashes so bright he can see it through his eyelids.

And in one swift movement he reaches out and places his hands on Legend’s chest.

Usually, magic pours out of him, an effortless waterfall of the power that fills his very being. This time he drags it out kicking and screaming, forcing it through his veins, scraping as it goes. It shoots through his trembling fingertips, hot and agonizing, and Hyrule directs it into Legend. Every little bit of it.

He will give everything until that heart beats again. Even down to the last drop of magic.

His body protests, desperately trying to hang on to the fading shreds of power, shrieking in warning. Hyrule’s vision swims with shades of light and darkness. The rushing in his ears drowns out even the thunder. Everything hurts. His insides are on fire, his veins burning up, his head pounding out the rhythm of his erratic heartbeat.

Let go, everything within him screams at him, begs him. Stop this before you lose everything.

He cries out, sharp and strangled and hoarse, face upturned to the sky. The rain is like molten lava now, yet he shivers beneath its touch. His world has narrowed to nothing except this – pain and the goal he endures it to achieve.

Not much longer now and he will have no choice but to succumb to the rising darkness.

It comes like the onward march of life, inevitable and terrifying. Hyrule battles against it.

Not yet. I can’t stop yet.

Come on, Legend. Breathe!

The chest beneath him jolts and spasms. Someone begins to cough, hacking and breathless. A slumbering heart flutters to life.

Hyrule drags open his eyes. A pair of sharp blues meet his hazel, blinking dazedly at him.

“R-rulie?”

Hyrule lets out something between a sob and a laugh.

It worked. Oh, thank Hylia, it worked!

“H-hey Ledge,” he slurs, voice thick with exhaustion and remnant pain. His body still aches, phantom agony snaking up his limbs.

You pushed too hard, it whispers, in his veins and in his head. He ignores it.

It’s nothing he doesn’t already know. And to be honest, he doesn’t care. Legend is alive, and that’s all that matters.

“What happened?” Legend glances around, pupils dilating slightly as he tries to comprehend the rain-drenched destruction around him. Then, he looks back at Hyrule, taking in his undoubtedly sorry state. “Rulie did…did you...”

He drags his gaze up to meet his once more, something broken within them. It makes Hyrule startle slightly. He has never seen Legend look like that before. So open and vulnerable, so hopeful, yet so sad.

“Did you save me?”

Hyrule gives him a shaky smile. “I couldn’t just let my best friend die.”

Legend swallows, throat bobbing with the effort. “But…but your magic…”

Hyrule leans forward and puts a hand on his shoulder. The ground tilts threateningly in response. It won’t be long and he’ll be lying down beside Legend.

Ah, well. A nap sounds nice anyway.

“I’m…I’m okay, Ledge. It’ll replenish. It’s not the first time I’ve done something l-like this.”

Legend just stares at him for a moment. Then, he lets his head fall back into the mud with a defeated splash. A shaky chuckle escapes from cracked, bloodied lips. But it is a triumphant sound, a declaration that he is back, that he is alive.

“You idiot.”

The urge to lay down is too strong to deny any longer. With a trembling sigh, Hyrule settles down beside his brother, cringing a bit as the chilly mud clings to his battered body. His hand travels down to find Legend’s and he entwines their fingers, smiling a bit as he realizes his grasp is warm.

It had been growing cold just a few moments ago. And Legend is all flame and fire, all blinding light that can’t be put out. It isn’t right for him to look and feel like ice.

“You’re the idiot who almost died on me,” he mumbles, scooting a little closer. “Don’t you dare do that again.”

Legend gives his hand a weak squeeze. For a long moment he is quiet and Hyrule begins to drift off in the serene embrace of the dwindling rain. When he speaks his voice is hardly above an exhausted, strained whisper. But Hyrule hears it all the same.

“Thanks, Rulie. I owe you one.”

And as Hyrule fades away, he smiles.

He’d do it again. A thousand times, he would do it again.

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