Wake up everyone! Chapter one of The Booth Torture Fic just dropped/is dropping!
The Prisoner in the Dilemma (4175 words) by Edmundos_Mustachio
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Bones (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Seeley Booth & Camille Saroyan
Characters: Seeley Booth, Camille Saroyan, Hank Booth, Aldo Clemens, Jared Booth, Jacob Broadsky, Andrew Welton, Hank Latrell, Mike Reiss
Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt Seeley Booth, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Sleep Deprivation, Hallucinations, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, (kind of), Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Nightmares, Listen. theres lots of stuff in this fic, but there will be absolutely no finger nail torture what so ever
Summary:
A lifetime passes by in that instant. The shouting around him becomes that of an angry drunk who has just shattered a whiskey glass against the floor. His fist has gone through the wall and next it will be turned on his son, a boy guilty only of being a child. And in that instant his fear no longer feels like his own, its not that of a man, nor a soldier, but rather it belongs to the boy cowering before his father, waiting for the blow, hoping in the darkest places of his mind that it will be the last.
OR: The story of Booth being tortured when he was in the military and glimpses into his childhood.
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fic for the IDV disability zine which you can support here (pay what you want, all proceeds donated to the PCRF!)!! i modded for it and i am so incredibly proud of how it turned out!
william/charles, joint character study about what it means to be disabled while masculine and strong. it means a lot to me. thank you for reading. https://archiveofourown.org/works/57820444
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I do have the beginning of this fic, it isn't much but, let me share what I do have 💖
They had arrived at their hotel room from the ring about half an hour ago, Brennan had immediately picked up an ice bucket in the ice machine just down the hall before getting to Booth’s room. It had been an incredibly long day and all Brennan could think about was taking off her high heels, get off her red dress and get into a hot shower. She could not imagine how Booth must have been feeling after the fight and the beatings he took on, her gaze turned on him as she sat on the bed next to him. Her right arm reaching up slowly to caress his left bicep.
Booth looked completely, utterly wrecked. His tank top splashed all over with blood spatter. His face covered in bruises and cuts, she could already picture what his abdomen would look like and what were the extensions of his injuries. It was more than likely that there was some damage to his 5th and 6th ribs on his left side by the way he was having difficulty taking deep breaths.
Brennan started to take off Booth’s shirt off as she mentally catalogued his injuries and took note for later reference. She took the ice bag and pressed it carefully over Booth’s jaw, she received a flinch and a grown that immediately turned into a grateful look.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Lance Sweets/Daisy Wick, Hodgins' and Sweets' friendship is in there too (main focus tbh)
What to expect: some light angst, set during the s5 finale, a bit silly, kind of introspective, Lance Sweets POV, third person POV
Summary: "Are you sure this is the address?" Sweets asked. It seemed pretty obvious from all the bikes, but he was hoping he was wrong.
"Yes, absolutely sure," Hodgins replied.
Damn. "This is pretty extreme, man."
"Of course… because I've got a father-in-law that plays poker with bikers."
Well, he could do this. He was "Mr. Adventure." He could do anything.
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Or: A little insight into what Sweets might've been thinking about during the s5 finale.
A/N: the bones fandom finally brought me out of my writers' block
(Read under the cut or on AO3)
Daisy was going to the Maluku Islands for a year. He understood the opportunity she had in front of her, however, he couldn't help but feel like she made the decision entirely on her own. They were engaged, didn't that mean something? He knew how much she looked up to Dr. Brennan, and he knew how important her career was to her, but did it have to mean everything to her? It stung when she told him that, and when she said he wasn't "Mr. Adventure." What did that even mean?
So, when Hodgins told him about the challenge his father-in-law gave him, Sweets knew he had to help him. He needed to prove to Daisy, and maybe to himself, that he was "Mr. Adventure." Maybe if he could prove that then--
Their arrival at the supposed location of Angela's dad's car broke him out of his thoughts. It was a shady place, that much he was certain of. Hidden in the shadows, him and Hodgins stared at the lot on the other side of the fence, a bunch of bikes parked in front of some bar or something. "Are you sure this is the address?" Sweets asked. It seemed pretty obvious from all the bikes, but he was hoping he was wrong.
"Yes, absolutely sure," Hodgins replied.
Damn. "This is pretty extreme, man."
"Of course... because I've got a father-in-law that plays poker with bikers."
Well, he could do this. He was "Mr. Adventure." He could do anything. Sweets spotted a car hidden in a garage. "Now, is that his--" Before he could finish his question, security lights flashed, probably activated when Sweets' finger touched the fence, and loud dogs started running up at them. Startled, him and Hodgins ran away. Maybe he could be "Mr. Adventure" on a different day.
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It seemed like Dr. Brennan and Booth were going to be gone as well. Dr. Brennan was asked to head the project in the Maluku Islands, and Booth was asked to help train soldiers in Afghanistan. Though Booth had acted like he wasn't going to go at first, Sweets knew he'd give in. He knew the sort of man he was and how patriotic he felt. Why was everyone suddenly leaving him all at once? His fiancee, his friends... and before that his parents. Sweets frowned. No, this wasn't like that, they'd only be gone for a year. But... a year was a long time, wasn't it? A lot could change in one year.
He sighed, looking up at the wall in front of him. Him and Hodgins were back at the biker lot. Whatever he was feeling, he didn't have time to think about it at the moment.
The two of them scaled up the wall. Once up there, Hodgins spoke up. "If Angela was going to the Maluku Islands, I'd go."
Sweets was a bit surprised at this, he hadn't thought Hodgins would want to talk about it. "Even if it meant you becoming a pearl diver?"
"Hey, even if it meant my having to listen to Daisy," he joked. Sweets frowned, he loved listening to Daisy.
"So, what? I should just go? I should just give up my career and my life and my friends and my practice, and go to Indonesia?" All for one year? What would happen when they came back? Would he be able to pick up where he left off again? Would he be able to find another job he liked? Surely, the FBI would replace him with someone else.
Hodgins shrugged, "Hey, I'm about to risk dismemberment just to impress my scary father-in-law."
Sweets decided to move on and focus on the task at hand. "How are you going to get past the dogs?"
"I don't know."
"How are you going to start the car?"
"I don't know."
"How are you going to evade the angry bikers?"
"Oh, I haven't got a clue."
Great. Ok. Well, this would certainly be an adventure. Isn't that what Daisy wanted? An adventurous man? "Okay, good plan. What do I do?"
"Survive and tell the story of my love."
With that, Hodgins fell down to ground on the other side of the wall, groaning. This, of course, alerted the dogs and the security lights turned on. They ran at Hodgins, pulling off one of his boots. Sweets watched, unsure of what to do. He needed to help Hodgins, but he did not want to mess with those angry, barking, aggressive dogs. Instead, he started meowing, hoping it would distract them. Somehow, it worked, and Hodgins was able to ran away to the garage.
Not long after, as the angry bikers came out, Hodgins and his father-in-law sped out of the lot in his car. Sweets, left behind, fell back down the wall in an effort to hide from the bikers. As far as they were aware, Hodgins and his father-in-law were the only ones involved in all of this.
His heart thundering in his ears as he lay there, Sweets sighed. If anything was proven that night, Daisy was right. He was not "Mr. Adventure." All he did was climb a wall and meow. How pathetic, right? What would he even do at the Maluku Islands? He couldn't go with her. And he couldn't force her to stay with him, either. It was, like she said, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She'd have so much fun there, digging up bones and working with her mentor. Sweets knew he had to let her go. It would hurt, being apart from her for so long, but he didn't want to hold her back.
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Despite knowing better, Sweets had somehow held on to the hope that the success of the case would make Dr. Brennan and Booth reconsider leaving. Maybe he hadn't wanted to face the fact that so many people were leaving all at once. To add to it, Hodgins told him that him and Angela were going to Paris for a year. It seemed like only him and Cam would left from the team. It sucked, but maybe it would be good for him to just focus on himself and his career for a while.
He was at the airport, sending off Daisy and Dr. Brennan with the others. He hugged Daisy, who looked up at him and asked, "Lancelot, do you hate me?"
Hate her? Sweets could never do that. "No, Daisy," he assured her, "no." He gave her one last kiss, his heart squeezing as he let her go. He was going to miss her so much.
"Do you think you'll wait for me? That would be really romantic."
He shook his head sadly, "I don't think so. I don't think you should wait for me, either." He wanted her to experience the Maluku Islands to the fullest. Daisy was such an amazing woman, he'd hate it if he held her back in any way. In the end, him and Daisy were sort of doing the same thing, choosing their jobs and themselves.
Sweets watched as everyone said their goodbyes. It was bittersweet, but maybe this year apart would be good for everyone. Dr. Brennan and Daisy would be part of an exciting project for their field. Booth would be serving his country, something he prioritized. Booth and Dr. Brennan being apart meant they could learn to overcome their codependency. It also gave Booth time to heal from his heartbreak. Hodgins and Angela would be rebuilding and strengthening their relationship in Paris, a city Angela loved. Meanwhile, him and Cam would remain in Washington, D.C., focusing on their careers. When they came back together in a year, maybe their new experiences would breathe new life and perspectives into their team.
other tags : mental health issues, pre-canon, childhood trauma, brennan's childhood, depression, self harm, ptsd, angst, hurt/comfort [at the end. as a treat. because i hurt her so bad here.]
“I think… I think I need help, Booth. Real help,” she admits. It’s something she’s so ashamed of- she hasn’t gone to therapy, outside of Sweets, since she was fifteen. Back then, she spent the entire time staring at the wall, refusing to say a word until she was allowed to leave. It’s not like she’d been much more vulnerable with Sweets either, saying just enough so that she’d still be allowed to work with Booth.
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Temperance Brennan : A character study on childhood trauma.
Booth and Sweets are in the SUV, on their way to a bar so Booth can find potential witnesses. But Sweets doesn't know why he is tagging along with this one. " Booth I don't understand why you needed me to come along." " I mean there's no profiling involved and you're tracking down potential witnesses, right?
Booth just put both hands on the steering wheel and responded with "We going to a bar and since bartenders are shrinks of the food and beverage industry. I figure you could translate." Sweets Knew that Booth had something on his mind.
Sweets turned in his seat to face Booth, "I'm not buying what your selling Booth, what is in your mind?" Booth ignored the question by saying, "No, I don't." Sweets leaned to get back into the passage seat, and pouted face, " Come on! you always do this." When Sweets said this, Booth turned his eyes away from the road for a second. "Do what?" Booth asked in a quizzing tone.
Sweets were getting irritated "You make an excuse to get me alone. So you can ask me something and then you deny it. Oh, let's not forget the stupid dance we do." Sweets sighed "I'm not going to do it anymore... Okay so stop the car."
Booth was slightly shocked by what Sweets had just said, and all he could say was "What" Sweets turned his head to face Booth again, "What part of "stop the car" is confusing to you." Sweets Sassed. Sweets took out his seat belt, ready to get out of the car at any second. Booth pulled into the back of the bar. Once they parked Sweets's phone started to ring; Sweet hesitated at first to take the call. But decide to take it outside, "Sweets what are you going? That last thing Sweets heard before the door was shut.
"Hey Chris... yeah we are still on for those drinks, I just have to finish up here... okay yeah see you soon bye." Booth wasn't too happy about Sweet's disinterest in staying after their conversation. Booth got out of the SUV and made his way over to Sweets. He overheard the Sweet's conversation when he heard that Sweets were going to get drinks with some guy named Chris. Booth became territorial, he wanted to interrogate Sweets.
After Sweets got off the phone, Booth cleared his throat and Sweets turned around, to face Booth. " Who's Chris." Booth asked, almost sounding jealous, " No one Argent Booth... If you find a witness, I need profiling. I will deal with it on Monday." Sweets knew that Booth didn't like it when Sweets used his last in an official capacity, like when in a disagreement or in the field.
"Sweet" Booth said, trying to get Sweet's attention, but he was ignored, " Sweets I need you here to do your shrink thing with the potential Witnesses. "
Sweet thought that Booth was going to do something different, even though, he knew that Booth was not capable of being nice to him without his cocky persona.
"Argent Booth, are you asking for my help? I said teasing him, Booth folding his arms."Baby Shrink don't flatter yourself." Sweets is used to Booth picking on him for his younger exterior for this career path.
"Okay since you don't need me-" Sweet was caught off guard when Booth pinned him against the SUV in a swift motion. Booth and Sweets are making eye contact and are very close together. " I don't say that." Booth had a territorial facial expression; Sweets was studying his facial expression before speaking. "Booth I'm detaching some negative emotions, you want to talk about?" Sweet had been studying him for the last few weeks; Booth had been more short-tempered and conflicted. "Sweets I don't need to be shrinked." Booth snapped, "Booth what going on with you." "You been more short temper and inconsistent mood change." "Sweet" Booth said in a warning tone, but Sweets didn't take the hint and continued, "You're frustrated and furious, with elements you can't control." " Sweets why do you have to push I'm fine."
"If that was so true you wouldn't be conflicted or jealous." Booth knew Sweets was right. But he didn't want to admit, "Sweets I don't get jealous."
"The hint of jealously in your eyes and your actions said differently." That's when Booth grabbed
Sweet's face and kissed him. Sweets were surprised and were also enjoying the kiss. Booth pulls away and leans toward Sweet's ear and whispers in a hunky and sexy voice." I can't be jealous when your all right mine."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Bones (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Zack Addy/Seeley Booth, Seeley Booth/Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth & Temperance Brennan, Zack Addy/Temperance Brennan, Zack Addy/Seeley Booth/Temperance Brennan
Characters: Seeley Booth, Zack Addy, Temperance Brennan, Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro (mentioned), Camille Saroyan (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reunions, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Booth’s standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall, watching. “Don’t go,” he says for the third time. The fifth, if you count the car ride on the way back from the wedding.
When Zack speaks, he sounds older than he is, older than Booth. “I have to do this, Seeley. I have to go. I need to.”
Or
A fic exploring how Booth deals with his boyfriend leaving for Iraq, taking place largely between the season 2 finale and the first episode of season 3. Also, how Brennan deals with it.
(Spoiler: neither of them do well.)
