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prompt list for #ComeWhatMay , if anyone would like a little whump event month last-minute. Nothing groundbreaking, playing a lot of the hits haha. We'll see how far I get myself.
No AI, any human-made contributions allowed.
Text list of the prompts beyond the read-more.
Ya. When I am sick, I am a wounded animal. I act like nothing is wrong until I am basically collapsing and then I am all alone.
Prompt: Illness Paring: Halsin X Reader/Tav Warnings: Nondescript sickness, No pronouns or description used for Reader/Tav
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It started off with just a fuzziness in your head. Like cotton fluff that you couldn't shake. Nothing that would stop you. Nothing that you couldn't push through.
Your companions needed you.
Then it started with your body aching. Your muscles feeling as if they were being strained beyond their limits, protesting every step and movement. But it was fine. Nothing you haven't dealt with before.
You had to keep going.
But then came the fever. The fever that made your eyes water and made it hard to concentrate. You were thankful when you all made camp for the night then. Thankful for your bedroll and your tent that you set up just a tad farther than you usually did from the warm fire and your companions. You didn't even realize you were shivering when you finally laid down; your body heavy, your head pounding, your eyes unable to focus.
You would be fine in the morning.
Halsin knew something was wrong even if the others could not see it. He could see the way your shoulders slump forward and your feet dragged. The way your brow furrowed when you had to force yourself to focus on someone when they talked. The way you call but collapsed into your tent at the end of the night.
He worried for you.
He made his way to your tent, calling our your name softly into the night air before quietly pushing the flap of the tent away to reveal your sleeping form. You were sprawled on your bedroll, breath ragged and sweat beading down your face while you shivered despite the warm night air.
It made his heart ache.
Made his heart ache that you felt the need to handle this alone like a wounded animal separating itself from its herd instead of leaning on your companions and friends for help. But he would not dwell on that now. Now you needed to be tended to.
He knelt beside you, gently rolling you onto your back — which elicited a soft whine from you and damn near broke his beating heart.
"It is alright. I am here." He laid his large, warm hand on your forehead and frowned. You were burning up, the fever raging. His face softened at the weak sigh that escaped you at the feeling of his hand upon you. It must be such a little comfort to you.
He muttered soft elvish to you — comforting words that he could remember his mother whispering to him when he was racked with illness — as his hand started to glow. His druidic magic would not cure you, the illness would need to pass through you in good time, but it would take away the worse of it. It would ease your suffering and allow you a gentle and restful sleep.
And it worked.
He watched as the shivering subsided, your breathing evened out and became deeper, and the beading sweat slowly stopped. A small smile graced his face as he took a small wash cloth, wiping your face before he sat back. He would take a vigil over you while you slept tonight. He would not let you face this alone.
You need not be alone.
been playing bloody roar again lately
Saint Anthony of Padua:Chapter 1 - The Night Before
Matt Murdock/Natasha Romanov, a hurt/comfort romance.
Summary: In which Matthew finds solace, Natasha borrows a hoodie, and Foggy's a deep sleeper.
“Please don’t leave me,” he let out, deliriously. She came closer, grabbing one of his hands. Her thumb ran up and down soothingly and Matt fought against a shiver. “I’ll stay. I’m keeping an eye on you, ok?” Her voice felt like silk settling softly over his tense body. He wished he could buy a fabric that felt the same – just as smooth, and warm, and soft.
SFW with some mature themes. 1528 words
I would love for these two to just hold me and whisper elvish to me all night when my insomnia gets bad. I think that would fix me.
Prompt: Insomnia Paring: Halsin X Reader/Tav X Astarion Warnings:No physical descriptions or pronouns used for Reader/Tav, Nickname used (Darling)
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It was another one of those nights. Another night where your mind was full of the brutal images of your adventures that only seemed to haunt you when the sun set beyond the edge of the horizon. You hated nights like this. Nights where you felt like something was crawling under your skin and eyes were watching you from the pitch dark surrounding you.
You knew you were safe. Halsin on one side of you and Astarion on the other. A cocoon of safety with you pressed against Halsin's side and Astarion's arm lazily wrapped around your waist. But that didn't stop the feeling. Didn't help as you laid there between them, listening to them breathe as they slumbered in their elven trance. Watching their chests slowly rise and fall. Sometimes you could even trick yourself into falling asleep if you forced yourself to copy their breathing. Sometimes.
Tonight — unfortunately — did not seem to be one of those nights. You laid there as long as you could before you were forced by your own restlessness to move, slowly untangling yourself from your lovers and slipping out of your shared bed. You glanced back down at them for a moment before quietly standing and leaving the room, the door making a soft click behind you.
Astarion knew something was off the moment he came to his senses. He could hear Halsin's deep, labored breaths. But he couldn't hear yours. And you were not in his arms. He opened his ruby eyes, seeing in the dark of the night that you were missing from the space between him and Halsin. A frown graced his face as he slowly sat up, glancing towards the door. He couldn't hear you in the main room of the house but he knew you had to be there. Most likely either reading a book you've read a million times or just sitting by the window and staring out at the sleeping world. He made a soft tsk sound, gently reaching over and nudging the druid with the back of his hand.
"Darling. It is happening again." Astarion was no stranger to restless nights. To nights where facing the darkness, the unknown, was more tenable than facing the monsters that lurked inside your mind. How long had it taken him to finally sleep through out the night without waking in a frenzy — sure that Cazador was there to take everything he had away from him? But still, that did not mean he liked seeing you like this. If you were to face the darkness, he would — they would — rather you face it together.
Halsin roused from sleep with the gentle urging, his large warm eyes blinking away the sleep as he looked up at Astarion. He did not question, instead slowly sitting up and following Astarion's gaze to the door. They did not need to speak, they already knew.
Both elves rose from your shared bed — Halsin grabbing one of the warmer furs he insisted the three of you sleep with— before walking into the main room of the cottage. Astarion was right, you were curled up in one of the well worn chairs by the fire with a book in your hand. You looked almost startled when you noticed them, your mouth opening slightly as if you were about to protest them being awake at such a late hour.
Neither man gave you the chance, walking to your side. Astarion reached forward and gently took your hand, pulling you to your feet, as Halsin wrapped the fur around you. The three of you ended up on the floor in front of the dying fire — Halsin's arm loosely wrapped around you as he leaned his cheek on the top of your head as he hummed a soft elven tune, and Astarion pressed against your other side with his chin on your shoulder as you continued to read, just this time together.
They knew they could not stop the nightmares. Only time could heal those wounds, ease those ghosts into the dirt where they belonged, but what they could do — and would continue to do — was be at your side. To face the light of day and the shadows of night. You would never feel alone in this world. Not with the two of them beside you.
This one is a little sad. But it ends on a hopeful note??
Prompt: Amnesia Paring: Gale X Reader/Tav Warnings: Nicknames (Darling), Memory loss, hurt/minor comfort
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It was a magical accident. One that Gale regretted greatly. It was just supposed to be a simple spell to clear your mind. You had been having such a hard time relaxing lately. To breathe despite everything on your shoulders. And now this was all his fault. You couldn't remember anything. Anyone. Who you were.
You looked up at him, eyes wide and curious, willing to follow his instructions. He should be grateful about that. He had seen situations like this that often ended in conflict. With the amnesiac being combative and violent. He was so grateful you weren't. That you weren't even before this.
You followed him around your shared home, following his footsteps like a curious duckling and not Tara far behind you. He knew this would resolve with time. The spell wouldn't last forever, a few weeks at most. That didn't make it any easier on him — or on you for that matter.
He found you sitting on the balcony, watching the city below you with that same wide eyed curiosity you seemed to always be wearing now. He hesitated at the entry — just watching you for a moment — before you turn to face him. Your eyes meet and for a brief moment you seem like… you again. It makes his breath catch in his chest before he takes a step forward.
"Darling?"
And like that it was gone. That look was gone and you were once again just… missing. You might be physically here but you weren't really there. His eyes softened, his voice growing soft and gentle.
"You… don't know who I am. Do you?" He watched as you slowly shook your head but you got this determined look on your face.
"No. But I know you're someone who loves me." That was enough. Enough for him.
We don't take what belongs to the big kitty. That seems like a recipe for disaster.
Prompt: Held Captive Paring: Victor Creed X Reader Warnings: Reader called Bitch, Reader has no descriptions or pronouns used other than being a mutant, Reader is hit in the face
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"You know. This is really dumb of you." Not that your captors liked your commentary very much but you could tell you were starting to grate on their nerves. Who were they? Who knows. Some random anti-mutant activists that seemed to get into their heads that kidnapping you was the best idea.
Ya… Not the best idea.
It was obvious they wanted to draw Victor out. Take something precious to him as one of them had ranted about when they had grabbed you off the street and thrown you in the back of a black van. You were more upset that they cost you your groceries than the kidnapping. You would morn the perfect plums you had managed to purchase.
"Seriously, how do you think this is going to end for you?" Your smart remarks apparently had reached the limit of the one you assumed to be the leader, a hard smack of the back of his hand connecting with the side of your face and making your ears ring. You grimaced, feeling your lip split and tasting blood.
Well, fuck.
"Listen here, you mutant bitch. One more word out of you and I'll break your face. Then that oversized cat will see what we can really do." You looked up at him, glaring as you spit some blood onto the floor. You wouldn't test the theory on if they would actually follow through, not at the moment anyway.
That is when you heard it, the thuds and thunks from outside the warehouse.
Victor.
You grinned, looking up at the presumed leader. You didn't need to say a thing as all of them raised their guns, pointing towards the entrance. Suddenly the door was thrown open, practically broken off its hinges as a body was thrown threw it. That is when you saw him, stalking through the door with a look of absolute rage on his face.
You flinched and ducked your head as they shot their guns — loud and deafening. If any met their mark, Victor did not let it show. He moved with a brutal efficiency, a true predator.
Soon everything was silent again, the men now laying on the ground in growing puddles of red before he slowly made his way to you. He cut the ropes with the tip of his claws before gripping your chin in his hand, his eyes running over the blooming bruise on your cheek to the cut on your lip.
"You in one piece?" His voice was rough as was the pad of his thumb as he ran it over the cut on your lip. You simply gave him a smile and a small nod of your head.
"Of course." You could see the corner of his mouth twitch before he gripped the upper part of your arm, helping you to your feet.
"Come on. We're going home."
As someone who never rests when I am sick, I feel this one in my soul.
Prompt: Slow Recovery Paring: Kuai Liang X Reader Warnings: Nondescript injury, Reader has no descriptions or pronouns used
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"You should be resting." His voice echoed from the doorway, calm despite watching you blatantly ignoring his recommendation.
You let out an angry huff, slowly forcing yourself to stand on weak legs. It had been over a week and you were shaking like a newborn deer.
Absolutely aggravating.
"Don't start, Kuai." You didn't need to turn to look at him, hearing his soft footsteps making their way to you and placing his hand on your shoulder. You would think that the cryomancer's hands would be cold. But they never were when he touched you. They were always warm, welcoming, gentle. He didn't say a word before he forced you back to sitting down, slowly lowering himself to sit beside you.
"If you keep trying to force yourself to heal faster, it's going to take longer. You know this." Another huff escaped you, your hands clenching into fists in your lap as you turned your head to look at him. You opened your mouth to say something but you didn't get a chance. Instead he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mixing with yours as his dark eyes met yours.
"Rest. For me, if nothing else." A soft sigh escaped you but you did not argue this time, nodding your head slighted.
"Fine. For now." A slight smile ghosted over his face, accepting your compromise.
"That is all I ask."
