#firefly whump

[waywardwizzard]

○If you had to choose

between you and me

who would it be?

•It would always be you

When Simon woke up - why was his arm burning? - and saw Mal leaning against the wall, he should have known that they had gone too far.

"No. No," Simon mumbled, staring at him with wide eyes, "You - you're not supposed to be here."

Mal only continued to stare at him, his eyes unreadable.

"You were supposed to go away and keep her safe."

Like you were supposed to do?

Straining against the straps tying him to the bed, the needle in the crook of his arm shifting under his skin, Simon tried to reach the captain, trying to get him to understand. She needed to be safe-

His leg spasmed and the doctor howled. The bullet wound in his thigh had been reopened and blood sluggishly oozed down his leg, staining the sheets red. Dark puddles gleamed in the artificial lighting, the slow tink of liquids echoing through the room. The doctor wasn't sure if it was blood or the IV-

Men finding them at the market, telling River to run, throwing himself at them, fighting, watching as Serenity took off, screams, pain-

Everything clicked.

"You're not real," Simon whispered, glancing at the captain.

Something shifted and everything blurred, the colours running together, turning the whole room blue blue blue-

Two by two, hands of blue. He was beginning to understand why she cried.

Tell us where River Tam is-

Ge-ge? Simon?

Oh God, please no- she was supposed to be safe-

He tried to find the captain in the swirling colours but his eyes wouldn't focus, fire running through his veins, burning burning burning-

The last thing he saw before he passed out was Mal's disappointed eyes staring back at him, blue points in a blue sea. It felt like he was drowning.

The look reminded him of the last time he had seen Gabriel.

'I won't come for you'

The lights flashed, red and grey, red and grey, throwing shadows onto the walls.

(Shadows are people who just forgot who they are.)

Did he remember who he was?

His thought chased each other round and round-

Lost in the woods

no crumbs left,

running around in circles

Look behind you-

Everything hurt hurt hurt-

A door banged open, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the room. Too fast too loud too much-

"Zoë! In here!"

He forced his eyes open and brown filled his vision, making him want to cry. Why did he want to cry?

Drowsily, he tried to roll his head, trying to follow the flash of colour, forcing his eyes to focus.

Why wouldn't they focus?

Tired blue eyes met his and it felt like he couldn't breathe.

"C-can't, can't be here. Not real."

The hallucination bent over one his restrained wrists, frowning.

"Y'know doc'," it said, "that's a real funny way of saying 'thank you', but considering the circumstances, I'll let it slide."

He wasn't - couldn't - River -

"Easy, kid, she's safe. We got her."

(We got you)

Warm, calloused fingers undid the restraints, carefully, gently, brushing over the bloody skin the straps had left behind. Simon (he remembered, he didn't forget-) remembered why he wanted to cry.

Captain Malcolm Reynolds, blood trickling down the side of his face was real and he had come.

'I won't come for you.'

'You're on my crew.'

(The captain looked real in a way Gabriel never had.)

A burst of gunfire made them flinch, Simon hissing when his leg jostled.

Cursing, the captain rushed to the door and peered around the corner.

It felt like something inside Simon suddenly pulled taut and snapped, ice replacing the fire burning in his veins.

At the door the captain glanced back and cursed again.

"Hurry up Zoë!" he yelled, his voice too loud in the small room (he was cold, so so cold, why was he cold?) before rushing back to the bed, shrugging out of his browncoat.

Gently, he threw it over the doctor, the soft leather still warm. It smelled like Serenity.

It smelled like home.

"Stay awake doc'. That's an order, dong ma?"

The captain' voice drifted over the the sound of gunfire and screaming and the last thing Simon heard was Zoë clattering into the room, her soft voice mixing with the captain's.

He was safe safe safe-

○If you had to choose

between your children

who would it be?

Her or me?

•It would always be both

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Author's note-

@quirkykayleetam It's finally done! It was so much fun to write, thank you for the request. I really hope you like it and that it's whumpy enough <3

I also hope it's fine if I use it to mark off day 2 of june of doom😅.

Also, there's something so satisfying about writing whump in a glitter gel pen😂.

@juneofdoom

Both beginning and end pieces are part of a poem called Letters I wrote for this fic (this fic spawned a lot of ideas😅):

Letters

Father dear,

answer me this.

If you had to choose

between you and me

who would it be?

Daughter dear,

I'll answer you this.

It would always be you

between you and me.

Father dear,

answer me this.

If you had to choose

between your children

who would it be?

Her or me?

Son dear,

I'll answer you this.

It would always be both

between you and her.

[goodwhump-temp]

Firefly: Malcolm Whump

Nathan Fillion

Remember: All episodes are out of order everywhere because they were aired out of order

1x01 Serenity - Bloody from war, held at gunpoint, shot in the arm, 1x02 The Train Job - Pushed through a window, barfight, threatened, bitch slapped, stabbed in the chest, punched multiple times 1x03 Bushwacked - Captured 1x04 Shindig - Another barfight, knocked down, held at gunpoint, sliced multiple times, stabbed, bleeding 1x05 Safe - Held at gunpoint 1x06 Our Mrs. Reynolds - Knocked unconscious, woozy 1x08 Out of Gas - Exhausted, weak, in pain, bleeding profusely, convulsing, collapses 1x10 War Stories - Held at gunpoint, kidnapped, electrocuted multiple times, beaten, tortured, insides burrowed with wires, actually died, weak, strangled 1x11 Trash - Bloody nose, held at gunpoint, deserted in the desert (nude) 1x12 The Message - PTSD 1x13 Heart of Gold - Shot at, punched 1x14 Objects in Space - Beaten unconscious TWICE

[waywardwizzard]

With a groan Mal pushed himself up into a sitting position, hissing when his head gave a vicious throb.

The ruined market place spun in slow circles and he put a hand to his head, frowning when it came away bloody.

What the -

" - hell happened?" Wash hissed, groaning when Zoë accidentally elbowed him in his side.

"Think it was an IRA-149*," Mal said, shakily standing up. Gorram it, why couldn't everything stand still -

"Always hated 'em," Zoë said and rolled over, letting go of Wash, "Still do."

She sat up and pulled a piece of wood out of her hair, watching as Mal unhooked his comm from his belt.

Pressing the worn button, the thing fizzled, gave an ear piercing screech and died. Mal cursed and threw it on the ground, cursing again when it almost cheerfully bounced away.

"Here," Wash handed the captain his comm, grabbing Zoë's hand. Gently she squeezed it, dark eyes watching a thick column of smoke rising into the sky a few blocks over.

"Crew of Serenity, I repeat, crew of Serenity, come in, over."

The comm crackled, the white noise loud despite the cries of the people filling the air, and went silent.

The three of them exchanged worried glances and the pilot nervously cleared his throat.

"So, does anyone remember where the others went?"

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Author's note -

This is the third 'Neon Moon' installment and I don't know when the one-shot became more than just a one-shot but it's steadily turning into a whole story😂

Thanks for all the likes/reblogs so far <3 Y'all are the best

*The IRA-149 is a type of bomb the Alliance developed and used in the War. Just before it goes off it sounds like the buzzing of angry bees.

@juneofdoom

[goodwhump-temp]

Firefly: Simon Whump

Sean Maher

Remember: All episodes are out of order everywhere because they were aired out of order

1x01 Serenity - punched, knocked down, punched, bleeding, scared, shot at 1x03 Bushwacked - bullied/freaked out/probably traumatized, in danger 1x05 Safe - Captured, punched multiple times 1x07 Jaynestown - Psychologically tortured by Jaynes essence, drunken mess, manhandled, beaten up, arm sliced, bleeding 1x09 Ariel - Fake dead, coughing fit, captured 1x12 The Message - Manhandled 1x14 Objects in Space - Held at gunpoint, captive, shot, beaten up

[waywardwizzard]

Carefully, Mal stacked another crate on the steadily growing pile of cargo, glancing up when the doctor walked up the ramp.

The Captain dusted his hands off on his jacket, hissing when splinters dug in deeper and stalked closer, gently clapping Simon on his shoulder.

"Doc! Just the man I wanted to see. If I'm not mistaken, it's your turn-"

Simon twisted out from under his hand, continuing to walk into the bay, ignoring the Captain.

The last bit of Mal's patience ran out. The crew were all out and about, he's been stacking cargo on his own for gorram hours and he has more wood in his hands than there are on the crates.

Mal grabbed the doctor's arm firmly, stopping him in his tracks.

"Now listen here, son-"

"I am not your son," Simon spat, pulling out of Mal's grip, "Please, don't - don't call me that."

Before the Captain could blink, the kid was gone, his footsteps echoing through Serenity's quiet cargo bay.

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Author's note-

I wanted to write this one for a while now, but I didn't have the time to write everything I wanted to squish into this fic. So, I came up with this little titbit instead.

I'll write the whole thing one day (if y'all want to read it, let me know!)

I'm sorry if they seem OOC but I'm heading somewhere with this, it'll become clear (one day hopefully)

Anyway, thanks for the likes/reblogs so far <3

[vidawhump]

pretty pretty please put your firefly faeries in a jar with a stick and grass and leaves and keep them on your bedside table overnight