#lite whump

[uninspireddreamsandwhims]

Hold Me Through the Night

A Zukka fic I posted on AO3 and forgot to share here lol.

AO3 link for anyone who wants to read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69876651 ----------------------------------

A cry awoke Sokka. It was a cry so soft and fragile, he almost thought he dreamt it. Half awake and bleary eyed he scanned the darkened chamber for the source of the noise. Nothing. Maybe it was from a dream afterall. Heavy lids dragging shut, he sank back into his pillows, drifting back to sleep.

Except the cry came again. Still soft, barely loud enough to be heard. But it was pleading. The desperation and fear that saturated the noise was too much for Sokka to ignore.

Sokka’s eyes snapped open, his senses on high alert. His eyes were adjusting to the dark painfully slowly. Rarely did he envy being a bender, most days he felt he was better off not being one, but in moments like this he couldn’t help but find it would be convenient. To snap his fingers and illuminate the room in a soft glow the way Aang and Zuko could.

But Sokka wasn’t a trained warrior for nothing. Once his senses adjusted, he was just as capable as the others. If not more so, as he wasn’t hindered by any bending dependencies or limitations. He slowed his breathing, assessing his surroundings. No peculiar shadows or foreign noises. Just the sound of Zuko’s breathing. Strained. Tense.

Sokka peered at the man curled up beside him. Zuko’s back was to him, his head tucked into his arms. There was a wince followed by a muffled whimper.

“N-no, don’t-” Zuko’s voice was small and childlike. Sokka felt sick to his stomach.

“Zuko,” he whispered. When that wasn’t enough, he leaned forward, his lips drawing close to his partner’s ear and whispering once more, “Zuko?” The whimpering quieted. For a moment, Sokka wondered if he was secretly awake and trying to feign sleep. But that wasn’t like Zuko. He hated anyone seeing his weaknesses, even Sokka despite them being together for years at this point. He was more likely to leave in the middle of the night and meander around the palace gardens, alone in the night, before potentially revealing such a scene to Sokka.

“I’m sorry,” Zuko mumbled. Sokka froze, his breath catching in his chest. His heart ached. “Forgive me, I’m sorry. Please.”

It was the “please” that broke the spell. He jolted into motion, closing the gap between him and his partner, his arms wrapping around Zuko and pulling him in so that they laid face to face.

“Shh,” he soothed, pressing a kiss against the man’s brow. Sweat made Zuko’s shaggy bangs stick to his forehead. He looked just like the lost and uncertain teen he was when he joined the gang all those years ago. Fear and anxiety making him look young again. He whimpered again, his expression pinching as his lips trembled. Sokka gave a gentle squeeze, kissing his forehead once more. “You’re okay now. It’s all okay now. Nothing is going to hurt you now. Not while I’m around.” A memory, long since forgotten, arose as he held Zuko close. One of Sokka’s mother holding him after he had a nightmare as a child. She comforted him in a similar fashion, her hand rubbing his back in soothing circles, easing his fears and lulling him to sleep.

Sokka didn’t realize he was doing the same until he felt Zuko’s body shudder against his. The pain on his face eased, his brows relaxing and his pinched lips parting with a contented sigh. Zuko shifted, his head settling into the crook of Sokka’s neck. He felt Zuko inhale deeply and then exhale. Felt the tension in his body unravel as he did so, sinking deeper into Sokka’s embrace.

“Sweet dreams,” Sokka whispered, pressing one last kiss to the edge of Zuko’s scar. Content now, his lover sleeping peacefully in his arms, Sokka drifted back to sleep.

[shychangling]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers: Prime Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Starscream (Transformers) Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Whump, Hurt No Comfort Summary:

Starscream beats his body into the wall of a mountain. He has some thoughts, and nothing lingers in his mind too long.

Very SLIGHT Alt end take on s1 ep 20 Partners

[whumpforthewin]

Training

((Part 2 of Monster, light whump but more to come!))

He slowly sat up, bones popping in a good way. He’d slept better than he’d had since the bite. He found some fresh clothes and padded out to the dining room. The alpha was talking to another woman. Not quite as tall but dark skinned with longish dark curls. She glanced over at him and her eyes were a pale, ice blue.

“Ah, Little One, you’re awake. Sit, I’ll be over in a moment,” Alpha said with a pleasant smile. She said a few more things to the woman before they kissed on the cheeks and the woman left.

“Who was that?” He asked, not yet getting the food.

“Rowan. A very old and powerful friend,” Alpha said looking at the doorway as if she were still there. “But I’ll introduced you two later. She had business to attend to. How did you sleep?”

“Wonderfully. Thank you, for letting me stay here... and join you,” he said finally getting breakfast as she did.

“Of course Little One. I wasn’t going to turn you away or back to those so-called friends,” she snarled the word. “We werewolves have to stick together. Despite what hunters think there aren’t many left. The supernatural community has gotten smaller since weapons have evolved.” She shook her head. “But there will be enough time for a history lesson later. Eat up. We need to start teaching you control. So you can properly manage in all your forms.”

Later, after breakfast they were in the basement. It was much larger than he expected it to be. There were multiple training areas set up with various courses and different equipment.

“This used to be for a much larger pack. This is a whole compound. I’ll give you a tour later.” She shrugged off her jacket, revealing well muscled arms with thin white scars. “You know how to fight?” He nodded. “Show me what you got, stay human.”

Apparently her definition of fighting meant him getting his ass kicked. She would shout out pointers and advice as they were fighting but it didn’t help much. He ended up on his back more often than not, the wind knocked from his lungs.

“Come on Little One, water break.” She held out her arm and helped him up. He was sure he was covered in bruises, or at least he felt like a bruise. “You’ve got a lot of base skill. You just don’t know your strength or speed yet. More than once you off balanced yourself,” she explained tossing him a bottle of water.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he managed.

“I know, pup. How long ago were you bitten?” she asked sitting on the floor.

“Not long. A month or so?” he said with a shrug.

“So you’ve experienced the full moon?”

Flashes of pain, barred windows, and burning rattled in his head. His friends had wanted to keep him safe, or really others safe. He’d been locked in the basement. The windows were barred, the door was silver, and he’d been chained with spiked cuffs and a collar that ripped and tore at his throat and wrists as he struggled.

“One, come back to me. Come on Little One, come back. It’s okay, you’re safe.” He finally registered Alpha was talking to him.

“What?” He glanced around and he was laying down, head in her lap and she was raking her fingers through his hair.

“I asked about your full moon and you dropped your water and then got real distant. I’m glad you’re back. I’m guessing it wasn’t pleasant?” she asked.

He shook his head and didn’t meet her red tinted eyes.

“That’s okay. It’s harder for bitten wolves. I’ll help you through your next moon. I was born so it’s a little easier. It’s also easier with an alpha,” she explained letting him up.

“Can we keep training? I don’t want to think about it right now,” he asked feeling a little foolish.

“Of course. But I’m actually going to help you with your stance and throwing a punch with your new strength. Come on, up.”

She spent the rest of the day correcting his stance and assisting him with techniques. He went to bed feeling sore as the day before but in a good way, feeling like he accomplished something.