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Whumpril 2025 - Day 10 - Bandages

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@whumpril | Day #10: Bandages Fight or Flight (2025)

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Whumpril Day 10: [Alt] “I’m not made of glass”

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"you silly little Whumpee, when will you realize you need to stay here with me. It's the only way for you to be safe"

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Whumpril Day 10 - Migraine

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Blessing had never felt more miserable in her life. Migraines tend to do that to you.

She saw the tell-tale flashes in her vision earlier that morning, and the second she told her girlfriend, Rowan, she immediately got some painkillers into her and told her to lie down.

Apparently, the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner the migraine will go away. But Blessing couldn’t exactly sleep with her thoughts spiralling away in her head. It took half an hour of lying on the couch, a vice tightening around her skull, before Rowan came to check on her. She raised her eyebrows when she saw that Blessing was still awake.

“Blessing? Are you having trouble sleeping, mi sol?” she asked her. She sat down on the couch next to her and gently stroked her forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Blessing sighed quietly. Her girlfriend’s soft touch never failed to cheer her up, but now it just made her feelings of guilt all the more prominent.

“It’s just the headache. Doesn’t exactly help with sleeping.” she mumbled. Rowan gave her a sympathetic look, and she frowned a little when she noticed that she wouldn’t meet her eye. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” she asked, “Because it looks like something’s troubling you.”

Blessing closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Nothing got past Rowan, she supposed. After a moment of silence, she relented.

“I guess I just feel bad about making you miss today’s match.” she replied. Rowan, being the amazing partner that she was, had cancelled the big boxing match she was supposed to be participating in to look after her. Blessing had said it was okay and she could look after herself, but it did little to dissuade her.

A sad frown crossed Rowan’s face.

”Aw, mi sol, you really feel bad about that?” she asked, tilting her head. She reached forward and pulls her into her chest.

“I really don’t mind, I promise. I wouldn’t have wanted to attend if you weren’t there to watch me.”

Blessing’s fingers curled around Rowan’s arms as she sighed again. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” she asked, her voice small and tired. Rowan gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“I never lie. Besides, we both know I would have won, so we’re not missing much.” she laughed to herself as she said this, and Blessing couldn’t help but allow a smile to creep across her lips.

“I love you, Blessing, and I love taking care of you. You deserve only the best.”

Blessing felt warmth bloom in her chest at her words. They were said with such conviction, such adoration, that there was no room for doubt. She pressed a kiss to her shoulder and melted into her hold.

“You know, I think I just fell in love with you all over again.” she smiled.

[limeskye]

You know what's the funniest part? Is that I actually thought he was coming back for me. But no, he just wanted to get rid of me. And now Pope's a fugitive. Welcome to the club, bro. And we have nothing now. We lost everything and it's all my fault.

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Whumpril Day 10: Migraine

Ever since Leo’s first breakdown made a memorable, messy impression at eight years old*, Raph couldn’t doubt the destructive power of a migraine. He was the one Dad enlisted to give Leo a hand with them anyway so if the first hadn’t been scary enough, seeing his brother persistently become a pale, cringing, quiet, wrung out shell of himself brought the point home. Migraines sucked.

Now crumpled in the hall, head in his hands, biting down against his gag reflex, he was discovering firsthand that was the understatement of his life.

Initially Raph dismissed the haze in his peripheral vision as a bad night’s sleep. He still hadn’t adjusted to their new sleep schedule with school and the Superfly nightmares just didn’t quit. He’d put the nausea down to his fellow students’ caustic body sprays and constant noise. Not long ago in math class, he had tried harder to blink the blur away and instead saw…fireflies? Flickering, zigzagging contrails.

That’s when he remembered Leo groaning about floaty zigzags and put two and two together, right before white-hot agony punched through his skull. He had to flee the classroom in a blind rush but through the mounting thunder of blood in his ears and his teacher hollering indignantly after him, he could sense Leo in pursuit.

At least Leo knew from experience which pressure points to target to return Raph’s many favors—and return the searing threat of vomit to the pit of his stomach—although one hand opted to brace his shuddering shell instead. O-K, he traced over and over despite the flighty nervousness of his fingers. It’s gonna be okay.

Not yet. Not even close—but inching closer as Leo squeezed his sweat-stained neck, a silent promise to say nothing of the pitiful chirp Raph emitted in response.

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Whumpril 2026 Day 10: Migraine (Marvel x Aurelis Crossover Fic)

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Yes this may be pretty self-indulgent, but I enjoyed writing this immensely and I hope you give it a chance!

“You can count on us, Stephen!” Spider-Man said, giving the Sorcerer Supreme a thumbs-up.

When Peter had said they were going to be house-sitting for someone, Aurelis had assumed he meant his Aunt May, or maybe one of his friends, like Harry or MJ. She did not expect to be standing inside New York City’s Sanctum Sanctorum. Apparently, evil forces of a mystical nature were planning to swallow the earth whole and plunge it into an eternal darkness from which no mortal would ever feel joy again. Typical Tuesday. Dr. Strange was going to be away for a bit while he dealt with these forces of evil, but in the meantime, someone had to watch the Sanctum.

The sorcerer had spent the last half-hour explaining the ground rules of the building. Do not open the second door on the right, do not feed the creature in enclosure eighty-four after midnight, make sure the relics don’t fight with each other, keep the curtains over the mirror drawn at all times, and above all, do not, under any circumstances, let Deadpool inside.

“Anything else we should be aware of, Doctor?” Blizzard asked.

“Yes,” Strange said, turning to her, “you can entertain yourselves in the library, but do not read the Tome of Ceann Goirt. Are we clear?”

“You don’t have to worry about a thing!” Spider-Man said, “we’ve got this under control!”

Dr. Strange didn’t look convinced, but he opened a portal to the dark dimension all the same.

“If I am not back in three days, call the Avengers,” he said.

With that, he stepped through the portal, and it zipped closed behind him.

…

The first day shifted from calm, to uneventful, to downright boring. Blizzard had suggested watching TV, but when they tried, it only played reruns of The Twilight Zone. When they tried to change the channel, the TV grew a giant maw and ate the remote before returning to normal.

“Library?” Blizzard asked.

“Library,” Spider-Man agreed.

The Sanctum library appeared to be bigger than the entire street. Rows and rows of books lined every deep, wooden shelf. Some copies lay open on special podiums, while others sat stacked from the floor to the ceiling.

“What book did he say not to read, again?” Blizzard asked.

She ran her fingers down the spine of a deep teal volume with silver embellishments.

“I don’t know, probably the Darkhold or something,” Spider-Man replied, “hey, look at this thing!”

It was a large, red book with a very accurate diagram of the human brain on the cover.

“Aren’t you studying psychology right now?” he asked.

“I mean, a little bit,” she admitted.

“Maybe this’ll have some cool facts for you to one-up all your classmates,” he said.

He opened it, and immediately his lenses widened.

“What’s wrong?” Blizzard asked.

“My spider-sense…”

Blizzard scanned the room. No threats to speak of, except that one book following her with its giant eyeball.

“It’s probably nothing this time,” Spider-Man said.

He attempted to read the first few pages. As he did so, parts of the brain on the cover started to glow. He clutched his head again.

“Aw man, it’s all in some foreign language. I have no idea what any of this says. Sorry, Aurelis.”

“It’s cool,” Blizzard replied, “I’m not sure I’d want to read it, anyway. It’s kind of creepy.”

He closed the book with a snap that echoed through the library.

“Fair enough.”

…

Blizzard was on what must have been the seventeenth game of checkers with Spider-Man when a portal opened behind them and Dr. Strange stepped through. The cloak of levitation was torn in some places, and his hair was a bit of a mess, but otherwise, he was in one piece.

“Did anything happen while I was away?” he asked.

“Nope!” they answered in unison.

“All right,” he said, “good work, you two. If you need anything, I’ll be happy to return the favor.”

…

One day later…

Aurelis watched as Peter trundled down the stairs into the kitchen. He squinted against the warm ceiling light, and he looked like he hadn’t slept at all last night.

“Rough night?” she asked.

“I mean, not really? It wasn’t like there was any crazy crimes happening, but my head…”

He sat down and curled in on himself a moment later.

“Argh!”

“Peter?”

Deadpool set a stack of pancakes down in front of each of them.

“Osteoporosis!” he declared proudly.

“Not now,” Aurelis said, putting an arm around Peter’s shoulder.

“It feels like there’s an ice pick behind my eye,” he said through gritted teeth.

“How long has this been going on, Parker?”

Even Wade had the decency to look concerned.

“Since we got home from the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

Aurelis’ brow furrowed.

“Right, we’re taking you to a doctor, come on,” she said.

“Aurelis, it’s a migraine,” he said, “they’re not gonna be able to help that much, especially with- agh- the secret identity on the line.”

Aurelis pulled him up out of the chair anyway.

“I’m not talking about the hospital,” she said.

“Aw, I wanted to steal the ketamine…” Wade sighed.

…

Peter buried his head in his hands on the front steps of the Sanctum. Wade supported him on one side while Aurelis did the talking.

“Aurelis, I am not that kind of doctor anymore,” Dr. Strange said.

He spoke as though he had had this conversation at least a dozen times with different people.

“I know, I know,” Aurelis said, “but can you just take a look? It’s like it came out of nowhere. Don’t you have, like, magic pain relief spells or something?”

Another white-hot stab through his skull had Peter crying out.

“…Come in.”

Aurelis took Peter from Wade and led him inside. Wade went to follow, but Dr. Strange blocked his entry.

“Not you, Wilson.”

“Can’t a guy support his friends in their hour of need?”

“Nope.”

The doors slammed shut in Wade’s face.

…

Dr. Strange ran a trickle of sparkling energy through Peter’s brain. His brows knitted together in concentration, then flew up in surprise.

“Parker,” he barked as he looked up, “I thought I told you not to read the Tome of Ceann Goirt!”

“I didn’t!” Peter winced, “I just read this really old book with a picture of a brain on it-”

“THAT WAS THE TOME, PARKER!”

“Oh…sorry...”

He cried out again as tears sprung into his eyes.

“Can you fix him?” Aurelis asked.

“Dark mystical energy has attached itself to his head,” Strange said, “he’ll need a cleansing.”

“Okay, can you perform that?”

“Yes.”

“Great!”

“There is a problem.”

Aurelis’ face fell. There was always a catch, wasn’t there?

“The ritual requires someone with a clean aura,” the sorcerer went on, “someone who wasn’t touched by the dark magic.”

He looked at Aurelis.

“I will need to borrow some of your energy to repair his,” he said.

“Um, yeah, sure,” Aurelis said awkwardly, “what’s the harm in it, right?”

Dr. Strange smiled ruefully.

“It will not be a pleasant process for either of you, but if we don’t do it, the migraines will only get worse from here.”

Aurelis nodded without hesitation. After all her friends had done for her, she could do this for Peter.

…

Aurelis screamed into the pillow Dr. Strange had given her. Her head felt as though someone had actually taken a chainsaw and sliced through the corpus callosum. She kicked and punched the carpet beneath her. She imagined Peter was reacting similarly. Her entire head was on fire.

As soon as it had started, it stopped. All Aurelis had now was a mild, dull ache in her forehead.

“Finished,” Dr. Strange said.

“Man that was rough,” Peter said, sitting up.

Aurelis sat up as well.

“How do you feel?” she asked, rubbing her head.

He turned to her and smiled.

“Better. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Aurelis said with a weak smile of her own.

Dr. Strange opened his mouth to reply when the window in the ceiling shattered into pieces. A millisecond later, Deadpool crashed into the floor.

“Try and keep me out while my friends are having a pain party,” he huffed, standing up and brushing glass from his shoulders, “I demand entry into your sanctuary!”

Aurelis chanced a glance at the Sorcerer Supreme.

“I suggest you all go home,” he said, “now.”

“We were juuuuust leaving.” she smiled nervously.

She grabbed Peter and Wade’s hands and bolted from the building. The doors slammed shut behind her. Despite the cleansing ritual he had just performed, it looked like Dr. Strange was in for a huge headache.

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Ache III

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Warnings: head injury, unconsciousness, temporary character death

"What scanner did you need?" Supervillain asked as they stared at the wall of various tools and instruments.

Right Hand didn't look up from the medical cabinet they were at. They were piling up IV bags and gathering everything they would need to set up an IV and give Villain medication. They picked up a box of bandages, eyes flicking back to Villain before putting it back. "They don't need any bandages do they?"

"No. Not that I can see? What am I looking for?"

"There should be a scan gun. It'll look like a ray gun. It does quick diagnostics for us. Great gift we got a couple of months ago. Comes in handy."

Supervillain scanned the wall, not realizing how silent the med bay had fallen. Not realizing that neither they nor Right Hand noticed that Villain had stopped gasping for air. Not noticing that the person they were trying to save had fallen completely silent.

"Got it!" They said as they grabbed a small gun that had a hand held attached.

"Great. I've got what I need. Let's go back to Villain."

"Villain?" Supervillain said, hoping that maybe Villain would wake more easily. That whatever had affected them had passed. "Villain?" Supervillain said a little more loudly as they reached the bed they had laid Villain on.

Villain was deathly pale and still on the bed. Their mouth was slightly open and Supervillain waited for the loud wheezing gasp to come. But none came. "NO! Villain!"

Right Hand dropped what they were carrying and pressed to fingers to the pulse in Villain's neck, their face grave. "Supervillain, I'm sorry--"

"Don't say it," Supervillain hissed, their eyes never leaving Villain's slack face. "They're not. Don't you dare say it. The scanner will tell us what's wrong. It'll tell us what to do." They pointed the gun at Villain. "Come on, Villain, come on."

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