this year's prompts were chosen through an open suggestion poll (in which we received over 4,000 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where 5,019 votes were submitted. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and the febuwhump mod's favourites that remain have become the alternates. the first prompt in the 28, "vocal chords", was our number one prompt of the vote, with 1,625 total votes.
i am so insanely excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and i hope they're inspiring enough to trigger a whole month's worth of creativity for you!
as an extra added challenge, some creators will be undertaking another, smaller goal, of including apples in each of their prompt fills as an ode to the wildly popular prompt suggestion of "apples" that didn't make it through to the poll. this is totally optional, but is a good extra challenge if you'd like to take part in it!
if you have any questions, please check out the faq before sending an ask, or skim the blog's previously asked questions to see if your question has already been answered.
please note: notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form released towards the end of febuwhump, and if you are interested in joining the febuwhmp discord server, the link will be available to do so for one week towards the end of january.
full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:
FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPTS:
DAY 1: vocal chords
DAY 2: holding back tears
DAY 3: pinned down
DAY 4: hivemind
DAY 5: not trusting reality
DAY 6: forced to stay awake
DAY 7: alternate timeline self
DAY 8: bleeding out
DAY 9: necromancy
DAY 10: magic exhaustion
DAY 11: demonic possession
DAY 12: used as practice
DAY 13: “i don’t trust anyone else”
DAY 14: becoming the monster
DAY 15: icarus
DAY 16: eaten alive
DAY 17: power instability
DAY 18: living weapon
DAY 19: death wish
DAY 20: “i did good right?”
DAY 21: put on display
DAY 22: “grab the little one”
DAY 23: gunshot wound
DAY 24: forced to beg
DAY 25: bound and gagged
DAY 26: concealing an injury
DAY 27: post-victory collapse
DAY 28: recovery
ALTERNATE PROMPTS:
is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!
ALT 1: major character death
ALT 2: blowtorch
ALT 3: pick who dies
ALT 4: body swap
ALT 5: die a hero
ALT 6: emergency surgery
ALT 7: body horror
ALT 8: on the run
ALT 9: in another life
ALT 10: feeding tube
RULES:
soft rules:
prompts should be answered in the form of whump
creators can produce any kind of media they want
you don't have to complete all the prompts to take part
you can use the prompts after the event ends
you can complete them in tandem with any other event
you can post to any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing links and prompt fills posted to tumblr
if you want to be featured on the hall of fame, you must inform this blog by the 3rd of march that you have completed all of the days using the provided form
if you have questions, consult the faq before asking
hard rules:
to be a completionist, you must complete all 28 prompts, in order, in whatever medium you want, before the end of the event
(specifically for being featured on the blog)
when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:
febuwhump (or febuwhump2025)
the relevant day's tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2...
nsfw (if relevant)
any important trigger warnings
you can also tag the blog: @febuwhump
I cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog. a random selection of properly tagged works will be reblogged every day of february.
!! If the goal was to do a thing consistently for a month, the completed goal has the number of days I reached the goal next to it !!
🟩 10 notes- I clean my room [Completed]
🟩 15 notes- I organise my closet [Completed]
🟩 20 Notes- I do the project that is worth like 50% of my grade and was due today (15 Feb) [Completed]
🟩 30 Notes- I clean my dressing table + all my make up stuff [Completed]
🟩 40 Notes- (doubt we'll reach here) I finish all my pending work, no exceptions, within like 5 days [Completed]
🟩 50 Notes- I'll wake up early (6 on week days, 7 on weekends) for a month (this also, by extension, means going to bed before 11 for a month) [Completed: 16/30]
🟩 55 Notes- Make a speech for MUN idk [cancelled for now/ postponed till next month (MUN was cancelled for Ramadan)]
🟩 60 Notes- Hard limit my screen time to 3hrs a day till my final exams are over [Ongoing, days successful counter: 12]
🟩 65 Notes- Go for a daily walk for a month [Completed: 25/30]
🟩 70 Notes- I write consistently (daily or every alternate day) for a month [Completed: 18/30]
🟩 75 Notes- Ill uhh I'll throw away my main cvtting knife [Completed]
( Running out of things I'm willing to do atp )
🟩 80 Notes- Start studying Hindi again (only after break in busy till then) [scheduled for after my final assessments in May sorry guys]
🟩 90 Notes- I run for a student leadership position (feel like this should be lower but wtv) [postponed due to a fucking war ig]
🟩 100 Notes- atp you will get to pick my next goals. As in I will tag everyone who REBLOGGED (even if we don't know each other) + my tagslist and ask what my next goals should be. [Cancelled]
GUYS IT'S BEEN. 12 HOURS. HOW HAVE WE FINISHED THE GAME WTH
✨general taglist✨ lmk if you want to be added or removed
꒰ ㅤ♡ ꒱ Hani’s notes : First Christmas event on this account..Welcome! Everything here is subject to change, things may be scrapped, tweaked, more added on, or date changed since I’ll be busy for a week during dec 16-19! Despite that I will try my best to complete them all. Happy Holidays, Have an amazing Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali, and Kwanzaa! If you would like to be in the taglist, simply comment! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა taglist : closed
The bathroom tile is cold beneath your feet. Beneath the fluffy white towel hugging your body, goosebumps crawl up your legs.
The mirror is foggy with condensation, the room carries a dampness, and the scent of fresh soaps lingers in the air.
With a heavy breath, you swipe a hand across the mirror, clearing a path to stare at your reflection. It’s not the first time you’ve stood here since you fought the virus and the effects of the vaccine targeted the decay.
The past two weeks have been spent doing nothing other than lounging in bed and pouring over Abel’s notes—which was the agreement your boyfriends agreed to to keep you in bed a while longer. Cassian and Azriel are mother-henning the fuck out of you, but they make for good nurses.
And they’re hot, too.
After you woke in the van, a short conversation between your boyfriends about where the best place for you to recover would be—Azriel voted to stay in Betty, wanting the freedom to flee at a moment’s notice if needed. Cassian countered that you were weak, so was Feyre, and someone had to tell the rest of the Archeron sisters what their father had done.
Cassian won when you croaked your agreement.
It’s odd, this vaccine. You lean closer, examining yourself. Besides the slightly darkened circles beneath your eyes from restless sleep and the bruises on your arm from where Abel plunged the virus into your body and the mark on your opposite arm from where Azriel administered the only dose of the vaccine, you look completely the same. No dark veins sprouting from the point of infection like Feyre and Elain. No mottled wound that has taken weeks to heal. Nothing.
You’re still you.
Inside, you’re different. The memory of what happened is another nightmare added to your roster of rotating bad dreams. No matter how many times you’ve tried to convince your boyfriends you’re fine and that all you really want is some good old-fashioned sex to take your mind off things, they’ve held out.
Cassian came so close to giving in two days ago. You’d been making out in bed, his large hands roaming your body. You never needed relief so badly as you did in that moment, grinding your hips desperately against his. His grunt was pure agony, a man talking himself into not pinning you down and fucking you into the bed.
With the will of a thousand men, he broke the kiss, moved to perch on the end of the bed, his raging cock stiff in his pants.
“Fine,” you huffed, “I guess I’ll have to finish the job myself.”
And you did just that, slowly stripping yourself bare, making a show of touching yourself, because Cassian’s darkened eyes dragging down your body to your piqued nipples lit you with an excitement that washed away your annoyance.
Cassian watched like a good man as you trailed your hands down your body and plunged your fingers between your legs, maintaining eye contact as you worked yourself to completion.
He’s been spending more time in his garden since then.
You haven’t even caught them sneaking away to have sex with each other, much to your disappointment. Watching Cassian and Azriel claim each other is a more primitive dance than the care they show you in bed. It’s toned bodies coming together in almost a battle for dominance. They know each other’s bodies so well, can torture each other to the brink, or they can be what the other needs at any point in time: a quick, rough taking against a wall, a few soft strokes of a hand and tongue at a leisurely pace.
Your body warms at the thought, arousal making your core clench. You’d sign up to watch anything they do, even if you weren’t allowed to join. They haven’t done so much as snuck a hand job during your recovery, pouring every ounce of attention and care into you.
It’s endearing as it is frustrating.
You love them twice as much for it.
You release a long sigh, attempting to tamp down the spark of arousal between your legs that threatens to dampen the fresh pair of underwear you pull on. It’s been too long since they’ve touched you, despite cocooning your body between theirs like your faithful guards. You’ve come much too close to death. Again. You need a release.
And then there’s the matter of the vaccine. What to do with the formula. Azriel used the only dose Abel crafted. You shiver at the thought of the evil man, fingers clenching around the lip of the stone counter. It’s only when you squeeze your eyes shut and shout to yourself in your head that he’s dead—good, dead, and gone, not even to return as a zombie—that you can unstick your shoulders from your ears.
“You okay?” Azriel’s voice scares the shit out of you, caressing the shell of your ear, his silent steps unheard.
“Jesus, Az,” you spin on your heel, clutching your hand to your heart. A heart that is still very much beating, thanks to the man before you. Your towel slips an inch and Azriel’s gaze flickers down for a moment, flooding with heat. It does nothing to help with the fire in your belly you’re desperately trying to tamp out. It takes Azriel an effort to peel his sight to meet yours again. “Warn a girl.”
His dark brows are bent in concern, hazel eyes dipping down and back up in a scan that is reassurance for him, but lights you up all over again.
He reaches out, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear and you wish for him to thread his fingers through that hair and guide your head like he always does.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and you blush, jolting out of your thoughts. “How are you feeling today?”
You collapse into the warmth of his body, reveling in the security of his strong arms wrapping securely around you. His heart is steady in your ear, and his fresh scent makes you want to lick stripes up his body.
“Same as I have been the past week.” Your voice is muffled in the fabric of his shirt. “Fine.”
Azriel’s chest vibrates with a hum, one that means he’d like you to stay in bed to recover a bit longer.
He’d wrap you in ten rolls of bubble wrap if it meant keeping you safe.
It’s equally endearing and frustrating.
“Az,” you tilt your head back but stay in his arms. You’re momentarily distracted by his perfect pink lips, the smattering of barely-there freckles on his cheeks. The bridge of his nose, and almost nine times out of ten, you drown in his hazel eyes.
He arches a brow. “Yes?”
“I want to go outside.”
While the Vanserra mansion is lovely, the gated residence has you antsy. Nearly a year spent on the road has made you yearn for the fresh scent of the trees, the overturned earth. You miss the crunch of gravel beneath your boots. You miss everything you never took for granted before the end of the world.
But you don’t miss the zombies.
Azriel’s mouth turns down in the corner. You know he doesn’t like that idea one bit, but you can’t hear him plead right now.
So, you thread your fingers into his dark, soft hair and tug his mouth to yours.
The kiss is as explosive as it always is, your nerve endings lighting from the tips of your toes to your nose. You melt further into his body as his grip around your hips tightens, giving yourself to him completely.
His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you allow him in, nails digging into his scalp to let him know just how much you’ve missed this. Just how much you need it.
Azriel grunts and kisses you harder, hands smoothing down your body to grab a handful of your ass.
“Hey,” Cassian’s voice drifts from outside the door, but Azriel doesn’t reprieve you enough to do anything other than gasp as his fingers trace the sensitive skin above the waistband of your underwear. The bathroom door creaks open. “Eris wants to know—oh. Fucking finally.”
You’d laugh at his relieved breath if Azriel wasn’t so damn distracting.
From the doorway, you hear a belt hitting the floor, along with a few softer sounds as Cassian shucks off his shirt, making his way directly for you two, cock half hard in his pants at the sight.
You gasp, finally tearing your mouth from Azriel’s as Cassian sidles up behind you, but not before tearing your bath towel from your body. You’re dizzy with lust as he presses his hot body behind you, sandwiching you between him and Azriel, his large hands snaking around you to get a handful of your breasts.
Cassian moans like a man shot as he begins leaving wet kisses against your collarbone. “Please tell me we’re doing this.”
You shiver as he drags his teeth over your shoulder, eyelashes fluttering where they’re still locked on Azriel’s hazel ones.
There’s a battle in his gaze. He wants you just as badly, but the savior part of his brain hasn’t taken a break since the end of the world began. And when you came into the picture, it’s only gotten more protective.
You smooth your thumb across the furrow in his brow. “I’m fine. I promise.”
His eyes flicker between yours, searching. Cassian’s hands drag down your front, meeting Azriel’s where his touch has paused just outside your underwear. Cassian tangles his fingers with his Az’s, then guides both of their hands beneath your waistband, your breath catching in your chest as they find their way to your wet cunt.
“Fuck,” Azriel chokes when his fingers slide through your wetness. You’re so ready for them, like the good girl you are. “We’re doing this,” he says, voice throaty, and plunges two fingers into you.
You cry out in pleasure, back arching toward Azriel, your head falling back on Cassian’s chest as Azriel takes what he needs from you. His pace isn’t soft and slow like you thought the first time after everything would be like, he’s demanding, trying to draw an orgasm from you with reverence.
Cassian takes advantage of the new angle, curving his hips into yours to create friction between his cock and your hind. His free hand finds your throat, where he grips you, claiming his own turn with your mouth.
You lift a hand, threading your fingers through his longer locks, and use your grip on Azriel’s hair to pull him closer. You want both of their mouths on you, both of their hands on you, both of their cocks in you.
Cassian can’t help himself. He wants a piece of your cunt too, and works a finger in beside Azriel’s, countering his boyfriend’s rhythm, so there’s always a finger plunging inside of you.
“Gods,” you moan into Cassian’s mouth. He swallows your pleas, tongue delving past your lips to caress yours.
When Azriel joins in a slightly awkward, yet hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced in your entire life, a three-way kiss, tongues tangling with each other, do you feel like you’re going to burst.
Heat bubbles low in your core, their efforts electrifying. It doesn’t take long before you’re giving yourself freely to the feeling, diving headfirst into oblivion.
You mewl when their hands snake out of your underwear, all but collapsing, letting their bodies hold you up.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” Cassian’s gruff voice sends shivers down your spine. “We’re not even close to done yet.”
He swings you into his arms, cradling you close as he follows Azriel into the bedroom, the latter shedding his own clothes as he leads the way to bed. The fluffy, perfect bed fit for a king, or in your case, two kings and their queen.
He’s gentle as he lays you down, but not so much when he crawls on top of you, pressing his body against yours as you retreat to the middle of the large mattress, his cock dragging against your leg, his mouth nipping at your collarbones as you go.
“How do you want us, love?” Azriel asks, rounding the foot of the bed and slipping onto the mattress to join. His hands frame your face while Cassian kisses down your body, sucking harshly on the meat of your thigh. Azriel presses another kiss to your lips.
“Need to taste you,” Cassian answers, and you can’t help but share a smile with Az. His smiles are a rare treat, and they never fail to make your heart race.
“I was talking to (Y/N), Cass.”
“So was I.”
And well, what Cassian wants, Cassian gets.
He parts your thighs and strips you quickly of the last remaining piece of clothing between any of you, eyes sparkling as he stares at your pretty cunt.
His drags a stripe across your slit with his thumb and you buck, moaning out long and low. He murmurs, “So beautiful, baby.”
As if they share some sort of mind connection, both men dip down at the same time, Azriel for a kiss and Cassian to your cunt. He licks with vigor, flattening his body against the mattress and hooking your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs like he’s going to be there awhile.
“Cass,” you gasp, fingers diving into his hair. He isn’t deterred by your pulling, only spurred on, circling his tongue around your clit only to suck harshly.
Azriel pinches a nipple and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your attention on him. You’re delirious with lust, and for a fleeting moment you think that maybe he was right about you not being ready for both of them, because this is torturous bliss.
“What do you want?” He asks again, his voice a rasp that only heightens the chase to your orgasm Cassian is so easily pulling you toward.
“Want…your…cock,” you manage to pant. Azriel’s bright eyes flare and you’re a goner, arching off the bed as another orgasm rolls through you. Your teeth sink into the flesh of Azriel’s shoulder to hide your scream of pleasure, and his cock pulses with need. It’s as if you’re re-writing the meaning of being bitten. You’re alive and well, very much alive and well, and here with him. You and Cassian both are.
“What else?” He purrs, dancing his fingers down your chest while you catch your breath. Little does he realize, he’s only making your heart pound harder.
“I need Cass, too,” you decide very quickly when said man parts from you. He gives you a few last licks and your body shudders with aftershock. You direct your attention to Cassian. “Want you inside of me.”
His grin only grows. He rises to his knees and your eyes fall to his thick and raging cock, glistening at the tip. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
They help you maneuver to your hands and knees, stealing kisses and teasing touches that only make you want more.
Cassian grips your hips as he aligns himself, rubbing his heavy cock against your dripping cunt. You moan loudly, unable to help from looking over your shoulder for a glimpse of the man.
His eyes are half-lidded; his lip tucked between his teeth as he watches his cock wet with your arousal.
Before you can beg for him to fuck you, a hand caresses your face, then guides your attention in front of you to where Azriel kneels, his cock in hand, his scarred gripping himself tight.
You almost start to drool.
You crane your neck backward to meet his heated gaze. “Open wide.”
And so you do.
Azriel’s cock just passes your lips at the same time Cassian begins pressing his cock into you, and you can’t help but moan at the stretch, hips already pushing back to meet his. Your mouth closes around Azriel, your tongue greedy for a taste.
“You okay?” Azriel asks when he hits the back of your throat, meeting resistance. If you say no, you know he won’t push any further, letting his cock lay across your tongue. He will always have you in whatever capacity you allow him.
But you want more. You haven’t had them in so long. You need this as desperately as you need air.
You lick a long trail across the underside of his cock, swallowing a gulp of air that has his head falling back on his shoulders, your esophagus gripping his tip.
And as Cassian’s hips finally meet yours at his torturously slow pace, you shift forward, relaxing your throat, taking Azriel until your lungs constrict, until your nose meets the dusting of hair around his gorgeous cock.
Your eyes sting with tears, but you manage to glance up at Azriel with the widest eyes you can muster.
His thumb smooths across your cheek. “That’s our girl.”
And you just can’t take it anymore, not when they’re praising you like this. Cassian’s groans of approval as he watches you take Azriel’s cock, pulling off with a slight cough just to take him back down, your head bobbing so prettily. And Azriel, who threads his fingers through your hair just like you know he will, taking over control and fucking your face. Ever your quiet, broody man, he surely knows how to use his words in bed, not just complimenting you, but directing Cassian so they’re moving in rhythm: first, bouncing you back on Cassian and off Azriel’s cock so you can catch a breath, guiding you off Cassian and onto Az, then they plunge into both of your holes together.
You’ve never felt more full, more loved.
Cassian slaps your ass in encouragement when you grind down on him harshly, chasing a budding orgasm. He smooths a hand down your backside, leaning over to play with your tits while Azriel continues to fuck into your mouth, saliva dripping from around his cock.
“I’m almost there, too, sweetheart,” Cassian promises before he’s ripped away by Azriel, who plants his mouth against his boyfriends, making out above you.
Everything heightens, your movements become faster. You clench around Cassian and suck Azriel’s cock harder, rapidly approaching your third orgasm.
You can’t warn them with your mouth full, but you don’t need to anyway, they know it your body’s movements that you’re close, and then hands are added to the mix, touching, plucking, spanking, circling your most sensitive spots.
You combust.
Azriel tries to pull away but you manage to get your hand around his shaft, keeping him in your mouth as he cums, filling your mouth with his heady taste.
Much to your dismay, Cassian slips out of you with a hiss, taking himself in his fist and tugging a few harsh strokes before he cums across your back, painting your body with his seed.
The three of you collapse into a pile of limbs. Azriel scoops up a discarded t-shirt from the floor and helps clean you off before settling in, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You didn’t have to,” he says, and he’s referring to allowing him to cum down your throat.
You catch his hand in yours, threading your fingers together. “I wanted to,” you croak with a sated smile, then twist to face Cassian. “I wanted to with you too, but…”
“Apocalypse,” he pants, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms. He presses a soft kiss to your brow, and you snuggle closer. “I know.”
SUMMARY: jeno was not thrilled about you joining his dance team, especially because he starts messing up every time you’re around. is it really his fault that he gets distracted by how good you look when you dance?
GENRE: smau, enemies to lovers, fluff, humor, angst, college au, dancer!jeno x bookworm!reader
WARNINGS: jeno is kinda mean, profanity, jokes about death, sexual jokes, slightly suggestive, inaccurate depictions of the majors that are mentioned, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of (mild) illness/injury, mentions of hard childhood/trauma
PLAYLIST: daddy issues by the neighborhood, safety net by ariana grande (ft. ty dolla $ign), you get me so high by the neighborhood, i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, lie to girls by sabrina carpenter, stargazing by the neighborhood
NOTES: hiiiiiiii i know i just posted jgmar like two weeks ago but i’m back with ANOTHER smau bc i cant stfu so strap yourselves in and lets get freak nasty‼️ special thanks to babygirl @domjaehyun for helping me with the banner💞💞💞
TAGLIST: open !!! please lmk if you’d like to be added :)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31
Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x You/x reader (afab) no use of y/n
Word count: 6.1k
Synopsis: “I’ve been looking over some of the work T’Challa sent over, from Shuri. It’s-” You pause, “It’s so advanced, years ahead of us. Most of this stuff we are only thinking about theoretically, and they have it in practice."
MINORS and AI dickbags GET OUT. I am not in control of how you interact with my work. My work is not to be used or reused for anything
!PLEASE READ WARNINGS! Rating/Warning: Wound care, destruction of property, non mc death, description of people dying, Established relationship, agnst, arguments, tension, ptsd, anxiety, political bullshit, <- let me know what I missed
Note : I managed to get this out while battling with writer's block. Let me know what you think.
Dividers@/cafekitsune
Scrolling through the blood work numbers, you highlight a few low spots and some high. Sam sits on the exam table, looking unimpressed with life. There were more important things, but they also had a facade to keep up. You were the team's doctor, at least on paper. Supplements, vaccines, blood work, strength testing, and more were a part of what you did. You'd opted to do the non-enhanced first. Which put Sam here, looking like a child who got told he couldn't play in the sandbox.
“You know, I've never felt fitter, Doc,” Sam says as you roll over and stick a blood pressure cuff on him.
You hit the buttons as you go over to a cabinet, pulling out some supplements. “I watched you go through a window two days ago. With a meth-fueled drug dealer trying to stab you.”
“And I didn't even get a scratch,” Sam replies proudly. “The wings might need a paint touch up-”
“You're low in your B vitamins, and your iron has dropped. I am going to give you supplements to take in the morning. Empty stomach.” You slide out several bottles and put them on the table. “Also, your blood pressure is high.”
“Probably ‘cause I eat more supplements than food,” Sam grumbles, looking at each bottle.
“Will do another reading in ten minutes,” You note a few things down. “Your calcium, vitamin d and k look good. I do see stress fractures along your feet, which is probably why your cortisol is high.”
Sam looks down at his feet, flexing them. “They feel fine.”
“How many times have you landed hard on your feet in the last week?” You ask, already knowing the number.
He sighs, “Too many?”
“We can look at adding padding to your boots. The foot may be healed, but adding stress cracks increases the chance it will break again.” You relay to Sam, who is still grumbling. As you redo his blood pressure, happy that it’s at a normal level.
“No superhero landings on it,” Sam says, sarcasm leaking into his voice. He grabs the supplements, pausing as he reads the labels. “What do you think about me taking the serum?”
You stop the blood pressure cuff in your hand, mindwhirling, the serum was an enhancement. Something that amplified everything, personality, temperament, senses, and all the flaws as well. Sam was level-headed, smart, kind, and understanding, but that didn't mean it wouldn't change who he was. Not to mention all the dangers associated with an untested medical product. This didn’t factor in age, genetic health concerns, or racial health; his body was different in many ways from Steve's or James'. It could also work exactly as intended, and he could reap the benefits of the enhancements, but did the benefits out way the cost?
“From a medical standpoint, this drug is untested by any standard practices. Meaning we have no baseline for what side effects you could experience. We know it has psychological effects along with physical effects. It enhances everything, good and bad.” You give him the medical rundown. “Some of the soldiers James trained with were empty shells, and it’s not clear if that was entirely Hydra or if it had something to do with the serum. This type of serum is different from Steve’s, and we do not know what they designed it to do. For all we know, it could wipe your personality entirely.”
“But from you, not as my Doctor, but as my friend,” Sam asks, a raw vulnerability in his voice you weren’t used to.
You reach over and gently squeeze his arm. “Sam. You have already proven over and over again that you're more than just a superhero. You are on this team because you belong on it, and you mesh with everyone. You do so much good.” A small laugh escapes you, “I feel like these words may be used against me later. But you don’t need this serum to be who you are. The team won’t be the same without you.”
Sam huffs, crossing his arms with a small smile, “I’ll remember this the next time my wings break.” Snorting, you shake your head. He pauses, “Thank you, really, Doc. I needed to hear that.”
Sweat has made his clothes stick to his body, the hum of the AC making his skin prickle, the weight over his head was heavy, and he refused to not finish the rep. Pushing his shoulders and arms to the brink of failure to get them up together and then back down, before racking it. Steve, who had been watching him closely, gave a whoop of congratulations. Helping him sit back up.
“Damn, Buck,” Steve replies, handing him his water. “Didn’t need to keep repping a car till failure.”
Bucky smirks, “Got to make sure I still got it.”
Steve rolls his eyes, “Like you’d ever lose it. Put all of us to shame. Swear you've gotten twice as big in the last year.”
“Doc makes sure I eat, and she’s got me taking supplements.” Bucky shrugs, flexing his hands, the metal whirling and grinding in sync with the other.
“It looks good on you, buddy,” Steve pats his shoulder. “Should stretch and then call it a day, unless you feel like lifting a house after?”
Bucky snorts, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s stretch, then I got lunch plans.”
“How are you and Doc doing?” Steve asks, starting the stretch routine.
“As good as we can be. I am lucky, really lucky to have her.” Bucky confesses, gritting his teeth as he stretches his hamstrings. “Keeps me sane, and stops me from running.”
“The good ones do that,” A small smile spreads on Steve’s face. “Plus, those two hour lunches aren’t so bad.”
Bucky nearly topples over, his face going red. “Like you and ‘Tasha are any better. Got a scolding from Fury. What was it?” He paused for effect, “The supply closet?”
Steve lets out a chuckle, “Closest spot with a lock after the mission in Kuwait. She saw me step on a landmine and thought that was it.”
“Yeah, I remember, lucky you have cat-like reflexes.” Bucky teases, “Does it ever get easier? With the close calls?”
“No,” Steve replies simply, looking out towards the trainees. “I wish it did, but every time we go into something, I wonder if it’s the last time I’ll see her.” He pauses, running his hand over the beard that had started to grow. “We don’t get a lot of chances to do the right thing, and to love the people we love.”
“Got to make the best of it, right?” Bucky stands beside him, the new trainees being run ragged by Rhodey.
“Exactly.” Steve nods, “You feel like you’re up for some training after ‘lunch’.”
Bucky rolls his eyes, “Yeah, sure. Guessing I am still on probation.”
“Unfortunately, for now. But we will need you. The trainees are good with guns, and Natasha taught them a little about moving through buildings. No one has hand-to-hand combat skills like you do,” Steve states, as Bucky flicks a knife that he pulled out of nowhere. “How many do you have on you?”
“At least two,” Bucky grins, twirling them around with ease
“What do you think of everything, T’Challa?” Steve asks bluntly, draining the rest of his water. They were still careful about what they said, but it wasn’t unknown that they had been speaking with the King.
Bucky stares at the mat for a moment, sliding the knife back into place, “I think it’s the best option I have if I want to be free of the words.”
Steve nods, “You won’t be going alone. Once we get everything figured out, we’ll all go. I want to see this place.”
“Hopefully, that won’t take too long. Maybe we’ll get a chance to actually rest,” Bucky muses, as he rotates his shoulder.
Snorting, Steve replies, “Now you’ve jinxed us!”
The door clicks as you grab some water out of the fridge, weariness seeping into your bones. James comes in with a tray with two bowls of noodles and a dish of herbs to add in. You sigh happily, glad that he had thought of it. The idea of cooking sounded terrible right now.
“Thank you, read my mind,” You smile, sliding a water to him and plunking down at the table
“Nah, I leave that to Wanda,” James gives you a small smile. “Know you’ve been doing clinics all day. New agents and all.”
“Surprised they let me near them,” You sigh, and open the bowl up, groaning at the smell. James gets up and grabs some hot sauce.
“You’re good at what you do,” He replies, squeezing lime over his bowl. “They’re lucky to have you as their Doctor.”
You give him a tired smile, “I am out of practice. Which really means it’s good to be going through it.” Stirring the noodles, you take a few bites, satisfied with the food. “I’ve been looking over some of the work T’Challa sent over, from Shuri. It’s-” You pause, “It’s so advanced, years ahead of us. Most of this stuff we are only thinking about theoretically, and they have it in practice."
James nods, mixing his noodles, “I am skeptically excited for it. Could be a chance to finally be free. ”
“I wasn’t expecting it, but I think we should try.” You reply, watching him. “Minimal side effects, probably won’t rid you of the nightmares. It’s the closest thing I’ve seen to actual deprogramming.”
He had been nervous about the process; T’Challa hadn’t promised anything. So you had dived headfirst into reading anything that they would send your way. It was well above what you knew, but you had enough knowledge and experience behind you to understand it was possible. At least in theory.
“I trust you, if you think that it can help, I will try it.” James carefully covers your hand. “I know you’ve been staying up to read as much as you can on it.”
“I want to make sure it’s safe. If you’re not comfortable with it, we stop.” You squeeze his hand and bring his hand up to kiss his knuckles. “Whatever happens, we’ll do it together.”
The entire building shuddered as ripples went through the building, shaking dust out of the ceiling. James has already dragged you under the table before the warning bells even sound. His large body covers yours, metal hand over your head as he curls around you. Alarms start to blare, the shutters at the windows rolling down with a rattle that seems to be inside your head. A small squeak leaves you as you try to make yourself as small as possible.
There has been a security breach
Repeat
There has been a security breach
This is not a drill
“What the hell was that?” You say, as James finally lets you get up.
“Bomb,” Is all James says.
All personal shelter in place
There has been a security breach
This is not a drill
Repeat
This is not a drill
James carefully helps you out from underneath the table, as the front door lock clicks into place. You help him grab the table and wedge it into the doorway against the handle. At the same time, he grabs chairs and pushes them against the table, making a heavy duty barricade. Your hands shake as something else explodes. The floor rumbles underneath you, making your feet jump as the place sways. James grabs you and drags you towards the bedroom. He closes the door, locking it, both of you stare at it, then back towards the windows, which are now covered in thick metal sheeting.
“That was a second bomb,” You whisper, worried that if you speak too loudly, something else might happen.
You watch as James leans forward, before dropping down and pressing his ear to the floor. The man goes perfectly still, you even hold your breath. Watching, his eyes closed, head shifting around.
“Possible gunfire, a floor, probably two down,” James says, pushing himself back onto his feet.
Going over to the bed, he drags it away and pulls out a bag. You move over to him, grab the bag, as he digs out two walkies. Clicking them on and turning them on to channel five.
“What are the chances anyone else was in their rooms?” You ask, knowing that many members like to eat lunch in the cafeteria.
“Steve and Tasha are going to be in theirs. Sam was heading outside to train with recruits. Bruce isn’t in the building, and Rhodney left for the day. Vision, Wanda and Pietro are on the lower floors.” James relays quickly, sending several taps over the walkie.
“We have no way out here.” You take a breath, clutching tightly at the walkie talkie.
James listens to the walkie, clicking a series again, waiting. No response.
“There are weak spots in the walls, front door can be wrenched open, and I can also hack the cardreader. Or we can bend the metal panels covering the windows.” James lays it out clearly, having thought about every exit well in advance.
“For now?” You’re pacing back and forth, body trembling. Remembering the explosions in Sokovia, the feeling of the ground shaking. Then it hadn’t been anything, just a means to the end of the abomination that was Ultron.
His arms wrap around you, your body sags against his warmth. Breath coming in short pants, a panic attack. Closing your eyes, you listen for his heartbeat, the steady thumping rhythm against your ear. He rubs his hand up and down your back, murmuring gently against your ear.
“We are safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” James whispers, gently rocking you back and forth.
You cling to him, focusing on your breath and his heart, slowing your own and calming yourself down.
“Gonna just hang tight here,” James tells you, “I am going to keep searching the channels, going to go out and get our phones. See if there is any services; they may have put jammers in place.”
He places you carefully onto the bed, you slump there as he disappears out the door. You flick through the channels, pausing for ten seconds, then switching. Every click made your heart sink; there had been no more announcements. Shelter in place. It was standard procedure if there was a breach in security. Maybe it was the Enders? Or Helmut? It could be both. The possibilities were endless.
“Walkie check, walkie check,” Steve’s voice echoes on channel five.
“Can hear you, loud and clear,” You reply, trying not to feel overjoyed at hearing Steve’s voice.
“Good hear you, room ten,” Steve replies, your mind trying to remember the different code words.
James steps in, phones in hand, eyebrows up. You gesture for him to come in.
“Safe up here so far. How’s it going where you are?” You reply, swallowing, as James sits beside you.
“Sheltering in place,” Steve answers, “Trying to find out what's going on.”
“What's the plan, Cap?” James is up and moving, pushing the clothes in the closet back to reveal a hidden back door.
You feel your heart pick up as he holsters slip into place; he shrugs on a tactical vest. Moving across the room, you help him strap the pieces together. Every knife and gun had its place; you knew them by heart, and how to slot them together. You wish you had kept his whole suit on hand, and not in mission lockers. James grabs the left sleeve and tears it off fluidly.
“Meet at the central elevator, slow sweep, any noise we relay to each other,” Steve always had a plan; you wondered if he ever slept. “Going to send Natasha to the Doc, need her to stay put.”
James saw your face scrunch, your arms crossing across your chest. You knew that you were not fit to follow James and Steve into whatever mess was going on.
“I don’t need a babysitter. Natasha is more useful with you than sitting with me.” You grab the walkie and tell Steve.
“Not an option, Doc.” Natasha pipes up. “Safer together. Can have a mimosa.”
A snort leaves you, Natasha, always trying to act nonchalant, like their world wasn’t being threatened. James rechecks everything and slides the walkie into his belt. His focus has already shifted. A mission was drawn together; this is what they did.
He comes over and wraps you into a hug, “It’s going to be okay. Stay with Natasha, and keep the radio on.”
“I will,” You whisper, squeezing him before letting go.
The door had been easy enough to get through; Bucky had figured out a workaround with the wires the first few days they’d moved in. If the power had been off, he would have just broken the thing down, broken the lock and pushed through it. There were ways around everything. He levels the gun as he goes out into the hallway. Red lights flash in the hallways silently; these windows weren’t covered. If someone needed to escape, the windows could be used as emergency hatches.
As he moved down the hallways, he passed the first set of elevators, there were no lights. Automatic shutdown. The stairway doors would only be able to be opened from the floors, and you would have to exit through the first floor going outside. All of it is a way to try to keep people from moving around the place. Wasn’t enough to keep them from getting in to begin with. There was facial recognition at the gate, guards and agents covering the whole place. He didn’t want to think of the implications. Not now.
Further towards the central elevators, the air started to get thick. Bucky wasn’t sure what it was; it smelled faintly of drywall, concrete, and burning wires. Not fire, but close to it. Fire suppression systems were in quadrants and level by level. Meant to keep fires in one area.
“Bucky, what’s your twenty?” Steve’s voice crackles over the radio. It sounds so loud compared to the quiet around him.
“Twenty yards,” Bucky replies quickly, slowing down so that he can listen closer. In the distance were Steve’s heavy footsteps, and heartbeat steady, even, strong.
“That you, buddy?” Steve calls out, shield in hand, gun still holstered. Natasha was just behind him, her gun was levelled, just a step behind Steve.
Bucky calls back, “Yeah, just me. Good to see you both safe.”
The three of them meet at the dead elevators, Bucky holstering his weapon as the two of them look around the place. Natasha gives his arm a quick squeeze and keeps going. He wants to tell her to keep you safe, that you are armed, and hidden in the bedroom. She knows that; he doesn’t need to say that. Hates that he had to leave you there, but this was where he was needed.
“What do you think, dust or fire?” Bucky asks, turning to the situation at hand
“Thinking dust, fire suppression would take care of anything else. We still got power, but cell and wireless is out. Was thinking floor by floor, but the sound was central, guessing the main lobby.” Steve's shoulders are tight as he grips the shield, fingers running along the rim.
“There was gunfire, too, not a lot. Quick succession.” Bucky relayed both of them, turning back and forth, looking for anyone who might be sneaking around.
“Walkie check,” Sam’s voice echoes through the hallways.
Steve grabs it quickly, “Hey, birdboy, was hoping to hear from you.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Sam groans into the walkie, “Yeah, I am alive. Thanks for checking.”
“What is it looking like from out there?” Bucky asks, Steve smirking a little at his own joke.
“Like someone blew the front of the building off,” Sam states, as if it should be obvious. “Big dust cloud, shook the whole place. Pretty sure one of my guys pissed himself.”
“Focus, Wilson. Details. Did you see anyone coming and going? Random cars? Are there agents in there?” Steve has to hold back a smile.
“There was gunfire, really brief, then it all went quiet. Got a call to shelter in place, not like these guys would be helpful. I could go closer, see if there is anything going on.” Sam's voice was rapid fire, the adrenaline still running hot.
“What side are you on?” Steve asks, already moving towards the stairs.
“Southeast, there is a bunker, I am just behind it,” Sam replies. Bucky is already mapping it out in his mind.
“Alright, we are going to go to the east stairwell. If things are clear, we will figure out what to do next.” Steve radios back to Sam.
The stairwell is eerily quiet as they make their way down towards the east side exit. No more smoke, no signs of movement, or anything else. The stairwells were never a busy spot, but this felt different. Steve pauses at the door, looking at the one that would lead them into the main floor.
“What if it was just a bomb?” Steve asks, not moving towards the door. “They get packages delivered in the morning, not all of them are sorted right away.”
“We can go look, but it’s just us. Visibility is low, even without fire,” Bucky tries to get him to go towards Sam instead. “We need to group up and then try to find out what is going on.”
Steve’s hand tensed against the shield, “There could be people hurt in there, Buck.”
Bucky's head tips back, trying not to reply sarcastically. It had been less than ten minutes since the bombs had gone off. It would be at least another ten before emergency services showed up. If anyone was injured, time was limited. “Fine.”
Letting out a long breath, Bucky walks over to the door. Grabbing the handle with his left arm, he cracks it, breaking the lock and pulling it open. There wasn’t any keypad, so breaking it was faster. Smoke and dust drifted in faintly; the smell of burnt wires filled Bucky’s nose. The place has a thin layer of fire suppression foam covering the floor. Steve moves ahead of him, shield held up as Bucky watches over his shoulder. The normally bustling corridor is empty. Debris is everywhere, the lights blink on and off as the red lights flash. Some doors are closed, others have been left open. They check every opening as they make their way to the front area.
“Help, please.” A faint voice echoes down towards them.
Steve tucks his shield up on his back and moves quickly. Bucky keeps cover as they come into the central office set up. This office was just east of the lobby and was nearly unrecognizable. The entire roof had come in, doors, glass and windows had blown in every direction. It was like a giant hand had reached down and scooped away the space, leaving a massive hole with visible sky through the exit wound.
Smoke cleared enough for them to see a man lying on the ground, one arm stretched out ahead of him, and just the side of his face visible. Steve was over there in a blink. Bucky holsters his weapon and begins to help him uncover the man. The man gasps for air as he starts to try to scramble forward.
“Hold on, hold on, don’t move too fast,” Steve reassures him as they help move him away from the debris field.
The man lets out a sob as Bucky carefully lays him on the ground, stripping off his tactical vest to lay over his body. There are lacerations covering him from shoulder to ankle. Nothing looks broken, but he is a mess.
“I need you to tell me a few things,” Steve asks, kneeling beside the man. He faintly nods, body trembling. “Was there anyone who entered the building? We heard gunfire.”
He shakes his head, blood starts to ooze from a wound on his face. “Fire suppression. I don’t think anyone came in.”
Bucky stands and flicks on his radio. They are going to need backup and to call in more support. “Sam, we are going to need help. Send one trainee with a phone to call emergency services, then send everyone else in. Stay armed and ready. We don’t think that anyone has entered the building, but we can’t be certain.” Bucky relay as quickly as possible.
“Copy that, Buck. We are coming in,” Sam calls in, his voice having calmed and focused on the task.
“Doc, Natasha, get any medical supplies and personnel down here. We have casualties and severe injuries. If you find someone who can access the security system and intercoms, get them to do so. Unlock the doors, and get people evacuated or to come down and help.” He tells the women.
“Copy, James. We are on our way.” You reply, he is so grateful to hear your voice and know you’re coming.
The place is chaos, you are moving as fast as possible with limited resources that are quickly being used up. You had ten people working with you, and it’s barely enough. One hall had been cleared to move the dead and dying, too; the ones who had minor wounds were moved to another hallway. A space to the front door was for those who would need to be taken to the hospital. Emergency services hadn’t been contacted when the alarms had gone off. No one had any idea why, and no one had been able to get Maria Hill. It had taken Sam’s trainee roughly five minutes to find service; the first ambulances had arrived roughly ten minutes ago. It was too long. Every minute pushed people who were critical closer to death.
James had moved from clearing debris to working on the lower floor doors. They had been reinforced differently than the other ones to stop anyone from using it as a way to escape. He was currently tearing the door apart with his hands. No information had come up from the lower floors, and the intercom system hadn’t worked. It turned out that the floor above the office held a lot of the communications system. So, agents and trainees were sent with a master key to let everyone out of the upper floors. It was controlled chaos. Barely controlled.
You had slipped into Doctor mod, you didn’t think about the dead faces that you recognized, or the moans and cries of those who were near death. Your entire focus was on keeping those who were stable, stable enough for the next transport. While also digging and assessing anyone that they found from the two floors of rubble.
“Doc,” Another Doctor stopped you, Jennings, or Johnson. “You need to take some water; they are sending three more ambulances and two helicopters.”
Taking the water you sip, “Thank you, how many more have been uncovered?”
“We haven’t found anyone alive in about three minutes,” Dr. Jennings replies, her hair is a mess, clothes covered in others' blood, tears in the corners of her eyes. “We’re not sure how many more are supposed to be here.”
You close your eyes, leaning the water bottle on your head, “Find anyone from the space that might have a head count. If there was anyone out for lunch that wasn’t here and knows how many people roughly, that would be a start.”
She nods, rubbing her nose on the back of her hand, “I’ll send some of the assistants out. Then go check on those in the lobby.”
You squeeze her arm, “One person at a time, okay.”
The young woman nearly breaks, but nods her head and takes off with purpose. You finish your water bottle and take a few breaths, looking towards where James had been working. The door was open, and people were spilling out. A few people had minor injuries, but nothing that was serious. Turning back to the mound of debris, your heart sinks as you watch Sam and one of the trainees carry a limp body out from the dust. Moving over to them, you check for a pulse and any signs of life, nothing.
“Hallway one,” You say quietly, not reading the name tag. That would happen later, when you had time to process.
“Doc,” You move towards the voice, finding two young agents having moved back a large piece of concrete. Maria Hill lay underneath, her eyes half open. Stomach twisting, you begin to do the checks, fingers find a faint pulse.
“She’s got a pulse. Stretcher, now.” You start yelling as the agents finish clearing her.
You get a pulse ox on her, oxygen into her nose, and a neck brace. Carefully getting her onto a stretcher, one of her legs was badly mangled, her oxygen was low, but increasing with the additional oxygen. You check her heartbeat and lungs. They were working, but it was strained.
A gust of wind goes by, and Vision is beside you. His body changes and shimmers in front of you as he reaches down to scoop up Maria. Everyone just freezes as he starts to float above the ground.
“I will take her to the nearest medical center and come back for others,” Vision looks at you directly. “If that is okay with you, Doctor.”
“Yes, thank you, Vision,” You reply, and he zips past you and out through the roof.
Wanda and Pietro are moving, both of them helping to clear away the fallen pieces. Wanda moves things with her mind as Pietro extracts those from underneath. You are calling out commands as people are placed onto the floor. Sirens roar in the distance, firetrucks skid along the grass, bomb squad shows up. You hadn’t even thought about other bombs being here. Too many people need to be saved. This place would more than likely getting shut down.
A firm hand touches your shoulder as you direct a patient into the lobby. Turning, James stands there covered in dust, his arm clinking, his hair having fallen into his face.
“Hey,” You reply, trying to sound relaxed but knowing that there might be more bodies coming out.
“We have twenty-four dead, twenty-six with minor injuries, twenty-three waiting, critical but stable. Not including Maria, we have eight unaccounted for.” James relays to you.
“Oh, okay. That’s good. Wanda will be of great assistance.” You nod, feeling the weight of the day start to settle on you.
“I need you to let us handle this. You need to go up stairs and get the vials, wherever you hide them. Grab our packs, and anything else.” He makes sure to keep your eye contact the whole time.
“I have patients; we have to find the other eight people that are missing,” You keep your voice firm. “I will tell you where they are. Please. I can’t leave them.”
Bucky’s jaw clicks as he watches a man get laid onto the floor. “Okay, tell me. But as soon as the last patient is taken care of, we have to leave.”
You know it’s taking everything for him not throw you over his shoulder and take you out of there. He is giving you this, knowing how much it means to you.
“Once the last patient is out of here, we need everyone to leave,” Fire Chief Mullins states over a loudspeaker. “The building is not safe for anyone to stay in.”
A smaller man in a very dirty grey suit comes out to speak into the mouthpiece. “Shield has set up temporary sheltering locations for those who live and work at this building. Please come and take one of these cards, text the number on the card, and we will give you the information on where to go.” There was a pause; you could feel James standing behind you. “As for those who work here, we will contact you once a new building is secure. Please message HR for unemployment options.”
James' hand finds your upper arm, carefully guiding you out the front door. Well, what was left of the front door. There were tracks all over the lawn, from firetrucks, ambulances, and helicopters. Thirty-two bodies lay in a hallway. You had made sure to find ID for all of them and cover them with what you could find. The ID was placed around their necks so that when the coroner got there, they would be able to know who was who. Shield would take care of telling the family. It was a huge tragedy that would now be investigated in detail as a terrorist attack.
The black car was low to the ground and easy to get into. Your knee ached, your stomach was protesting, your head spun. You had a lengthy amount of paperwork to do, you weren’t sure who to submit it to. Rubbing at your knee, you remember that you have Georges’ phone number; he was Maria’s second in command, the man in the grey suit. He would know what to do. Tomorrow.
James slides into the seat beside you, his hand automatically finding your knee and rubbing against the joint. The car starts up, almost silently, James shifting it into gear, and they peel out of the place. You slowly sank into the seat, James clicked on the seat warmers, and turned the heat up.
“Drink the powerade, there are bars in the glove box,” He says, hand resting against your knee again.
“I am not sure I can eat,” You reply honestly, your stomach gurgling.
“Start with the powerade,” James coaxes, opening the bottle and handing it to you.
The smell makes your nose scrunch, but you take a sip, it’s that weird salty-sweet-tang of electrolytes and fake flavouring. You were surprised that you managed to get several mouthfuls down.
“Where are we going?” You ask quietly, knowing that the vials sit in a bag in the backseat.
“Stark’s, it’s the safest place to bring the vials for now. Once we find out what's going on with the bombing, we will move to Wakanda.” He explains simply.
“We are telling Stark?” You ask, feeling your stomach roll. “I am not sure we should?”
James sighs, rubbing his metal hand over his face. “I don’t know. We are out of options. I don’t think it’s safe for us to be here.”
“We were going to go after Enders, T’Challa was going to back us, Zemo is still out there.” You can feel heat boiling over you.
“I know,” James replies simply, squeezing your leg. “I want to focus on getting us somewhere safe, sleep, and then we can argue about what to do.”
“I wasn’t arguing -," You snap, and then stop, realizing that you were in fact arguing. Something you almost never did with James, not like this. “Jeez. Okay, I am so sorry.”
A small smile tugs at his lips, “You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart. You just saved a bunch of people after a building exploded, and then had to leave the place we’ve called home for months. All while transporting vials of a dangerous substance that could change our world permanently. I think you being snappy at me is the least of my worries.”
You slump a little more in the seat, head leaning against the backrest. He was right, this day had been an absolute dumpster fire. Rest, food, sleep. James was still beside you. That was what you needed to focus on. Everything else could wait.
“We should go to Wakanda.” You finally speak; it has been sitting on your mind for a while now. Yes, there was Enders and Helmut Zemo, but maybe for once you need to put yourselves first.
“No decision tonight,” James replies, but you can see his shoulders relax, grip not so tight on the steering wheel.
Part 31
Author note: Things are progressing, Wakanda is calling us! We need Bucky to be free. Also fucking Zemo and Enders are still out there! more to come.
synopsis! despite yn and lee sohee being inseparable since childhood, yn found herself developing feelings that went beyond friendship. after fighting with unspoken emotions for far too long, yn decides to move on and open her heart to someone new. but just as she starts to let go, sohee comes to a realization of his own. will yn's lingering feelings for sohee finally fade, or will they resurface stronger than ever?
author's note! my first smau ! it was super fun to write heh so i hope u all enjoy it :) will likely be updated 1-2 times a week. feel free to dm me or comment your @ to be added to taglist!
I tried to list longer DP fancomics and comic series I was able to find. Description is included when I could find one written by the artist/author. If I am adding a note myself it's in the brackets below the description. These are not in any particular order except that crossovers are at the end of the list.
Please add links in the reblogs if you have more dp fancomics you know about -I'm sure this list is missing things! :D (Feel free to share recommendations for some one shot comics too, if you have favourites!)
Phantom in the mirror
[COMPLETED] by catesartsworks (tumblr)
After Danny loses everyone he loves, he is determined to seek out a ghost named Clockwork to reverse his fate.
(note: There is even pdf version available of this comic!)
Archetype
[COMPLETED] by Joe-the-Hoe (Deviantart)
Story set in AU where Phantom and Fenton are separate.
(warnings listed by the author: angst, death, violence, gore, psychological horror, some strong language)
Doppelgänger
[COMPLETED] by eirian (tumblr)/skiltaires (webtoon)
Doppelgänger is set in an AU where the Disasteroid never threatened Earth (see: Phantom Planet) and both Danny and Vlad’s half-ghost identities remained hidden. It takes place after Dan makes a return, seeking revenge on Danny for imprisoning him. Once defeated by the young Danny Phantom a second time, Dan finds himself spending many months under the Fentons’ careful watch, mellowing out as a result. However, after learning about an old foe’s return, Dan realizes his problems are far from gone.
A Matter of Time
by sarapsys (tumblr & AO3)
A look into who and what Clockwork was, is, and will become.
Danny Phantom: Revived
by nomiinoveltii (tumblr)
The Phantom Comic
by tsubaki94 (tumblr & webtoon)
Danny Fenton has returned to Amity Park after having spent years in Wisconsin at a boarding school and intends to have a typical high school life at Casper High. However the day Vlad Master comes to visit is also the day Danny’s fourteen-year-old life is turned on its head.
(note: Most of the links between pages 24 and 31 work, but I just gathered all of the links here since all of the earlier ones are broken.)
Danny Phantom: Recollection
by ghoulishautism (tumblr)
"Danny Phantom: Recollection" is a DP Fancomic anthology- loosely connected comics with the goal to reimagine Danny Phantom and its world. With a mix of popular fanon and personal headcanons, this comic aims to take DP places the original 2004 animated series couldn't.
(note: The website version of the blog is very easy to navigate!)
Lingering Spirits
by starlightshore (tumblr)
A Danny Phantom AU where Danny moves to Amity 2 years after the Portal Incident. Combo of Alicia Adoption (Farmboy AU) + Nobody Knows AU
Shared Cujostody AU
by duchi-nesten (tumblr)
Prison Ghost AU
by albinotopaz (tumblr)
After being trapped in Walker's prison for 16 years, Danny's friends get him out. But a lot has changed in that time.
Undercover AU
by artistfingers (tumblr & AO3)
Welcome to the Give Your Hidden Identities A Hidden Identity hijinks bonanza! a danny phantom no one knows AU featuring lots of silliness and maybe sometimes a little angst, focusing primarily on the newfound friendship between Phantom, Tucker, Sam… and Fenton.
After a lonely year of ups and downs since becoming Phantom, Danny meets Sam and Tuck for the first time while stuck in ghost mode… trying, and failing, to fly under the radar.
DP Mechanic AU
by tatumsdrawing (tumblr)
This is an eventual Dash/Danny AU where Dash works part-time as a mechanic and Danny's car is going through it. Takes place their senior year of high school.
(note: mix of comic and fanfiction -both very good!)
The Amnesiac Ghost King
[COMPLETED] by ep-10 (tumblr)
Danny had no recollection of his past. It took him a year to adjust to his current state. He managed to find a few jobs and earned enough money to rent an apartment. As time passed, Danny's situation seemed to be getting better, that was, until the Guys In White came into his life.
Red Huntress
by sykloni (tumblr)
A comic that takes place right after Valerie has gotten her new suit.
(Fanning the Flames)
by starlightshore (tumblr)
My take on "Fanning the Flames!" While I like the OG episode, I wanted to take a different route on how it could go down, adding a focus on Ellie. (Danny's alternative timeline self)
(note: doesn't have a title so I put the episode title it's based on in brackets, I hope that's fine. This is a fun comic and I wanted to include it!)
Girl Out of Time
by lilianade-comics (tumblr)
Being set in the 1980s, Girl Out of Time is a prime opportunity for me to pay respects to the media of the decade. Dani's antagonist, the Extractor, is an homage to Terminator. I'm very fond of this AU because it fits so well within the boundaries of canon that I don't have to leap through many hoops to make things work. It cleanly replaces D-Stabilized as a sequel to Kindred Spirits, and I consider it a thematic successor to The Ultimate Enemy. Where Danny travels to the future for a second chance, Dani travels to the past.
(note: lilianade-comics has also a lot of other cheese melt comics and other AUs to check out.)
Ghost Hunter Family
by qianqiancandyjar (tumblr)
Secret Saturdays AU
The Fentons are supernatural investigators, ghost hunters as well as ecto-energy scientists. Danny and Jazz have been traveling all over the world with their parents to study all kinds of ghosts since they were born. Their goal was to keep the existence of ghosts in secret and protect humans from supernatural forces.
Phantom Frequency
by dannypocalipse (tumblr 1 - 1.1)
(note: I'm adding this immediately after I saw that this comic was going to continue! I will try to update the links if it gets a master post.)
Chess Piece
by neoyi -> preserved by chesspiecerehost (tumblr)
Chess Piece is a 2006 Danny Phantom AU fancomic made by Neo Yi. It was started sometime in 2006, and was discontinued around 2010. Eventually, the comic was deleted off of it’s former homes on DeviantArt and SmackJeeves, and was thought to be gone forever. …that is until I was going through an old flash drive, and found that I had saved the first five or so issues on it.
"Taking place during the The Roaring ‘20s, it stars Prince Daniel Masters, heir to the Water Kingdom of Dalv. After the events of the Great War, his father, the King Vlad has tried to preserve peace and alliance with the other nations.
Unfortunately that’s interrupted by the aptly named Chaos Order who are on the search for the Seven Crystals that hold untold powers to those who utilize it. Along for the ride is Phantom, a mysterious denizen who wants Vlad for himself (whom he deems his “papa”) by creating a world of Nothingness. Naturally, Danny can’t have that. After all, if the world is destroyed, then how can he rule it?"
(note: Prologue and different issues are tagged on the blog so you don't have to scroll through the whole blog to find the beginning.)
--Next some crossover fancomics!--
DP x SCP Foundation
by alen-lotz (tumblr 0 - 1 - 2)
(note: no master post so I'm linking the parts this far separately)
Half Normie AU
by spookberry (tumblr & Tapas)
“Half Normie AU” is just a Monster High/Danny Phantom crossover AU that I’ve been working on, with a big focus on Werewolf Tucker AU and a bit of Savant Par as well.
DP x ROTTMNT
by chasingrabbits-art (tumblr)
Phantom Universe
by 56thingsart (tumblr)
DP x SU
You Smell Like Death
by endouyuu97 (tapas)
DP x Gravity Falls.
(note: You might see the old version of the comic floating around in tumblr reblogs, but since it seems to be deleted by OP I want to respect that and only link the revamped version in tapas.)
Cold Front
https://coldfront.thecomicseries.com/
DP x Gravity Falls
Heroes of Millennium
by drawnfamiliarfaces (tumblr)
Secret trio + others
Age accurate secret trio
by beccadrawsstuff (Tumblr)
(note: couldn't find a working link to the beginning so you may need to scroll through the blog to find where to start reading)
Secret Trio Webcomic
by secretriowebcomic (tumblr)
Secret Trio
by squishy-lombax (tumblr)
(doesn't have a title)
[COMPLETED] by builtintripping (tumblr)
Nictoons Unite
Fear of forgetting and being forgotten.
United
by chovomony (tumblr)
Nictoons Unite
5-years later
by The Ink Tank LLC (webtoon)
DP x Ben 10 + others
A cross-dimensional accident forces ghost-fighting superhero Danny Phantom out of a five-year retirement when his old arch-nemesis, Vlad Plasmius, allies himself with Eon, a time-walker on an endless crusade across the multiverse. With the help of the alien shape-shifting space cop, Ben 10, the Heroes must find a way to stop this mastermind. In a story of Morality vs Power, 5 Years Later brings together universes for an epic conclusion that takes them to the next level.
Dying in another universe
by gyancastle (tumblr)
DP x TMNT 2012
💬 0 🔁 7 ❤️ 24 · Dying in another universe · chapter 1 part 1
Actual| Next
chapters master post: not yet.
I've realized it's been taking
Phantom Case
by 56thingsinaname (tumblr)
DP x Detective Conan
💬 1 🔁 25 ❤️ 93 · Phantom case 1 · Hehehehhehehehhehehehhehe
Part 2
Danny Phantom x Over The Garden Wall
by nom-ici (tumblr)
💬 0 🔁 10 ❤️ 56 · DANNY PHANTOM x OVER THE GARDEN WALL — MASTERPOST · ✩ START HERE ✩
✩ MAIN COMIC ✩
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
✩ EXT
Transformers: Phantom Planet
by luxuki-1 (tumblr)
DP x Transformers AU
💬 3 🔁 74 ❤️ 496 · Transformers: Phantom Planet - Prologue
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Last night I was on the grind. I figured out an entire season 1 arc for t
