This is the event blog for the Whumperless Whump Event! This event celebrates the non-whumper sides of the genre, through situations and environments.
-> WWEvent runs yearly, in July
-> Created & hosted by @seth-whumps
-> Collects all sorts of non-whumper hurt/comfort!
-> FAQ under the cut!
Prompt Lists
Just because we're off-season doesn't mean you're out of luck. Each Ao3 collection remains open indefinitely; all prompt lists are free to use.
🌊 || 2024 Prompt List || Ao3 Collection || 🌊
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General FAQ
What is "whumperless" whump?
A: It's just as it says. Whump with no whumper. Characters grapple with illnesses, injuries, natural disasters, and tough situations, but without the inclusion of a malicious antagonist like a kidnapper, handler, or stalker.
What counts as "whumperless"?
A: Generally, whumperless comes from a situation. If a situation leads to whump (eg. being in a bank opens the possibility of a bank robbery) then it counts; if it can't (character is tied to a pole because of malicious actor) then it does not count.
What if I want to include a whumper?
A: Well, it seems this event isn't to your interests. You're welcome to use the prompts however you see fit--though, if you intend to write with a whumper, please do not add it to the Ao3 collection, as it defeats the purpose of the event.
What's up with the prompt lists?
A: There's a title that serves as a theme, followed by two tropes and a dialogue prompt. You are welcome to use all components to inspire your prompt fill, or you can choose one. If you aren't feeling that day's prompts, you can substitute an alt prompt.
How does the off-season event work?
A: Because the event isn't actively running, I will not reblog any fills, so don't @/ this blog. However, use the prompts to your heart's content. Just because July is over doesn't mean you can't enjoy it. Add works to the corresponsing Ao3 collection, share your favorite fills, reblog whatever lists inspire you, and keep the whump flowing.
How should I tag off-season entries?
A: Tag with the guidelines on that prompt list, typically #whumperless whump event, #wwevent [year, eg 2025], #wwevent day [x], followed by #wwevent off season. Be sure to add the appropriate content warnings. Because they won't be reblogged, don't worry about tagging these first--this is just so whoever wants to find them, can!
31 prompt fills for @fluffyjuly & @whumperless-whump-event. All prompt fills are in the Call of Duty Modern Warfare fandom. Under the cut
Day 1: Impatient Guilt
Prompts used: fj; "You will be okay”
ww; "I thought I was going to die."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: None
Description: Price is both impatient and struggling with guilt. Alejandro and Rodolfo aim to help jamie by taking her into town.
Day 2: Cheap Candles and Old Lighters
Prompts used: fj; Candlelight | “You kept this?”
ww; "You don't have to hide from me."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Lack of electricity in a safe house and a discovery.
Day 3: The Scotsman’s Lullaby
Prompts used: fj; Cuddling | “Come lie down with me”
ww; "Can you… sing? Until I fall asleep?"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Layla has a nightmare. Soap helps her go back to sleep.
Day 4.1: Unusual Distractions
Prompt used: fj; “You love me?” "Always have"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Price finds out why Nikolai has been distracted.
Day 4.2: Failing to Hydrate
Prompt used: ww; "Can you drink some water for me?"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie is dehydrated.
Day 5: Aftermath
Prompts used: fj; “I'll never leave you. I promise”
ww; "Someone get a medic!"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: The team discovers Jamie is injured.
Day 6.1: A Different Kind of Duty
Prompt used: fj; Reading out Loud | “Just one more time”
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Price can't believe his life, even as he watches Nikolai read their toddler a bedtime story.
Day 6.2: Holding Breath
Prompt used: ww; Choking
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie is trapped in a fire. Soap rescues her., Both suffer from smoke inhalation
Day 7.1: Sunset on the Horizon
Prompts used: fj; Happy tears | "Will you marry me?"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Dry humping Description: A sunset dinner date with a surprise
Day 7.2: Ghost and Shadows
Prompt used: ww; panic attack
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Panic attack
Description: Ghost and Soap discover Jamie having a panic attack.
Day 8: Fireflies and False Alarms
Prompts used: fj; Fireflies/Lightning Bugs | “I looked everywhere for you!”
ww; Scared of thunder
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Price panics thinking his toddler daughter, Jamie, is missing whan Soap took her to see fireflies.
Day 9: Running on Empty
Prompts used: fluff; "Stay with me?"
ww; "I'll get some rest soon, I promise."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie refuses to rest.
Day 10: Surrounded
Prompts used:
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Task Force 141's attempt to show Jamie she's loved. continued from day 9.
Day 11: Sugar & Regret
Prompts used: fluffy july: Slushies | “Try it”
ww; Stomach sick, carried to bed
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap encouraging Jamie to try slushies turns out to be a bad idea.
Day 12: Dumb Love Confession
Prompts used: fluff: Oblivious | “Stop staring at me like that or I might fall in love with you”
ww: "You're not making any sense."|
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Ghost's not so great love confession to Soap.
Day 13: Duty of Care
Prompts used: fluff: Alt 4: Nursing Back to Health
ww; Midnight hospital visit / "I thought you were getting better."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Price takes charge of Jamie's care.
Day 14: After the Crack
Prompts used: fluff: "You stayed?"
ww: Grief / "You don't need to be okay right now."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Grief, poor coping mechanisms
Description: Price is worried about Ghost after Soap's death.
Day 15: Late Night
Prompts used: fluff: Sleepy | “Hold still for a moment”
ww: Losing track of time
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Nikolai finds Jamie working in the garage late at night.
Day 16.1: Found Family, Distant Solace
Prompt used: fj; alt 1: found family
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Poor Mental health
Description: Concern for Jamie continues.
Day 16.2: Duty and Disclosure
Prompt used: ww; Alt; Vasovagal syncope
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Price finds out why Jamie is avoiding getting a routine medical procedure done.
Day 17: Turning the Tables
Prompts used: fluff: “Don't worry! It'll be fine”
ww: Injury while cooking / Soft wound tending / "Let me take care of you this time."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: An injury while peeling vegetables.
Day 18: The Middle Seat Misery
Prompts used: fluff: "Is it alright if I hold your hand?'
ww: Too dizzy to stand, Motion sickness, "Can… can we pull over?"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie being in the middle seat during a road trip results in an unplanned pull over.
Day 19: A Hint of Worry
Prompts used: fluff: Forehead to Forehead Touch | “I need to see you now”
ww: "We'll fix this, I promise."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: An unexpected call, and situation, during a short holiday.
Day 20: I’m Still Here
Prompts used: fluff: "Look at me.'
ww: "I'll be right here the whole time."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie needs more bloodwork done. Price has a plan to support her.
Day 21: Rest for the Restless
Prompts used: fluff: slow dancing
ww: "I'm sorry, I'm just… not thinking right."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Price is overworked, and unable to relax or sleep. Nikolai has a solution.
Day 22: Unarmored
Prompts used: fluff: "I brought you flowers."
ww: worsening infection
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie is back in the medbay.
Day 23: Stubborn Habits
Prompts used: fluff: Cuddling for Warmth
ww: Multiple caretakers
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie attempts to hide being sick.
Day 24: Warmth and Anchor
Prompts used: fluff: Secret Crush
ww: Falling asleep on Caretaker / "Are you… feeling okay?"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap discovers Layla is sick.
Day 25: Off-Duty Comforts
Prompts used: fluff: Alt 2: Baking
ww: Don't make me laugh, it hurts."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie is injured. Soap thinks baking is a good way to keep her busy while off duty.
Day 26: Searching in The Rain
Prompts used: fluff: Rain
ww: Hurt while on the run
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie is separated from the rest of Task Force 142 and injured.
Day 27: Beyond Her Power
Prompts used: fluff: "Let's go home."
ww: coma
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap is in a coma. Jamie doesn't want to leave his side.
Day 28: Quiet Hours
Prompts used: fluff: stickers
ww: "I'll stay awake, you can sleep."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie can't sleep.
Day 29: Overheated
Prompts used: fluff: Alt 8: "You may be an idiot, but you're MY idiot"
ww: "This isn't how I thought tonight would go."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap has heat exhaustion while at the beach with Ghost
Day 30: Safe to Fall
Prompts used: fluff: Safe to Fall
ww: "I don't know what to do."
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Ghost and Soap find Jamie.
Day 31: Sunburns and Sandcastles
Prompts used: fluff: "You're making sandcastles way too seriously"
ww: "Why didn't you say something?"
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: A Beach day
For the Whumperless Whump event prompts 18 ‘Too dizzy to stand’ and 30 'Severe concussion’
Chapters: 4/5 Words: 14,029
Fandom: The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maria Barring | Milva & Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Maria Barring | Milva & Jaskier | Dandelion, Maria Barring | Milva/Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach
Characters: Maria Barring | Milva, Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Zoltan Chivay, The Hansa | Geralt’s Company Members (The Witcher), Percival Schuttenbach, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Beata (The Witcher), Field Marshal Windbag (The Witcher), Yarpen Zigrin
Additional Tags: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Witcher (TV) Season 4, Book: Chrzest ognia | Baptism of Fire, The Hansa | Geralt’s Company (The Witcher), Developing Feelings, set after S4 E1, Graphic Depiction of Injuries, Milva is a good nurse, Seizures, medieval healing methods, mandrake moonshine, Denial of Feelings, Enemies to Lovers, Cahilva, Milva whump, REGIS IS THE BEST
Summary:
“Melitele’s tits, will this rain ever stop?” Jaskier complains for the umpteenth time this day. He glances up at the leaden sky. The rain isn’t heavy, barely more than a drizzle, but it has been falling constantly without a pause since they left the farm where Geralt slaughtered the marauders almost a week ago.
“Better than ridin’ through swelterin’ heat, I can tell you,” Zoltan says. “Not that dwarves are particularly sensitive to heat, we’re used to workin’ in smithies after all, but that year when—”
They never find out what happened that year as, all of a sudden, they hear a horse neigh.
For Whumperless Whump
25. Respiratory Distress: Coughing up blood / Sick and injured / "Don't make me laugh, it hurts."
Leverage
Eliot, of course!
Haemoptysis
@whumperless-whump-event Day 25: Respiratory Distress: Coughing up blood / sick and injured / "Don't make me laugh, it hurts."
If Eliot's there then so are Parker and Hardison!
~
‘NOW!’
Lucille stopped almost dead, all burning rubber and squealing brakes, and despite being the one who called it, Eliot grimaced as the seatbelt yanked him back into the seat.
Something in his chest went “pop” and his side became a wall of flame and pain, and Eliot grit his teeth hard to prevent himself blacking out.
He had work to do!
But he’d only just managed to get the belt undone and the door opened when his vision swam and he was attacked by a swarm of black dots…
He woke up at home.
In his bed.
Hardison was asleep in the chair next to his bed while Parker was on the covers, curled into his good side, not touching him but her hand was a hairs-breath away from his.
Eliot blinked.
Parker had moved and was now in the chair. Hardison was nowhere to be seen, but the smell of something cooking told Eliot where he was. Frying onions and garlic and butter wafted in, and he wanted to yell out for Hardison to “turn the damn gas down” but nothing came out but a croak.
Immediately Parker was there with a spoon of ice chips which Eliot gratefully accepted because he knew what was wrong with him and if he coughed now it would only make things worse…
But holding in a cough when you have broken ribs wasn’t that easy and, despite Eliot’s sheer strength of will, he could not stop the inevitable, and Parker was holding him up and yelling for Hardison and there was a crash in the kitchen and he was coughing and blood was splattering the white sheet over him…
Coolness flooded him and the pain eased and his eyes fluttered shut.
The next time Eliot woke up Parker was sitting cross-legged on the bottom of the bed eating a bowl of that ridiculously sugary cereal and ginning at him as she shovelled in another spoonful before swallowing the previous.
He looked to the left and Hardison was there, lifting his glass of that orange soda he drank like a fish as a salute before taking the noisiest, most obnoxious slurp he could manage.
Eliot chuckled then grimaced.
‘Don-don’t make me laugh, it hurts.’
Hardison reached over and gently patted his shoulder with a grin. Eliot knew that grin. That grin did not bode well. Not for him and not for his kitchen.
‘What? What have you done.’
‘Done?’
Putting his hand on his chest in outrage, Hardison looked to Parker, the outrage clear.
‘You hear this, Mama? What have I done? I? When all I wanted to do is to look after you while you are sick and injured like you did for us? Well, I like that. I like that. I suppose you don’t want the chicken noodle soup we made for you?’
‘We?’
‘Me an’ Parker.’
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: A Beach day
Day 31;
@fluffyjuly: "You're making sandcastles way too seriously"
@whumperless-whump-event: "Why didn't you say something?"
under the cut
“You’re making sandcastles way too seriously,” Ghost comments as Soap talks about the best way to make a sandcastle.
“I am not. It’s something fun, but there are ways to keep the sand from falling,” Soap argues.
The van is parked, and everyone gets out.
Once a spot on the beach is secured, Gaz and Soap get to sandcastle building. Ghost unfolds a lounge chair, Places an umbrella in the sand and relaxes on the chair. Price joins him under the umbrella in his own beach chair to read a book. Jamie gets into the water. The day is relaxing as Price intended.
A couple of hours pass. Price has finished his book, Gaz and Soap has made a good sand castle, and Jamie has had enough swimming. To Price’s surprise, Ghost didn’t sleep.
“Alright, Are we going to get lunch and come back, or heading back to base after getting some food?” Price asks.
Ghost stands from the lounge chair and approaches Jamie. His hand touches her shoulder. The others watch, now realizing Jamie’s shoulder is sunburnt.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Price asks.
“Huh? I don’t feel anything.”
The four men look at Jamie, concerned.
“Alright, aloe lotion, then we get lunch, then go back to base,” Price decides.
Ghost has already gotten the lotion from the bag. He works on applying the lotion while the others clean up. The day isn’t ruined, but the four men are concerned that Jamie doesn’t feel the sunburn.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Ghost and Soap find Jamie. Continued from day 19.
Day 30;
@fluffyjuly: “We can fix this”
@whumperless-whump-event: "I don't know what to do."
under the cut
“I don’t know what to do, Ghost,” Soap says, pacing the kitchen.
“We need to find her. Neither of us would have thought she’d leave the flat over being corrected.”
“I should have known. She was in her dimension with her toxic family who have brainwashed to think she does everything wrong, but she never…”
“I know., but we can fix this.”
The two get into Ghost’s car.
Jamie finds herself at the park. She walks along a path until she reaches a bench. She sits on it and looks up at the night sky, enjoying the quiet.
Jamie doesn’t know how much time has passed before she hears running. She looks up to see Ghost and Soap approaching her.
“Jamie!” Soap calls out. The two sit on either side of her. Soap pulls Jamie onto his lap. Jamie feels his racing heart. “I’m sorry.”
Ghost looks at him, but won’t say anything. He’ll let Soap handle this.
“You are allowed to make mistakes without getting into trouble. You know that. You are safe here.”
Soap’s heartbeat calms as he holds Jamie. Both hating the way Jamie thinks of herself thanks to her toxic family.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Soap has heat exhaustion while at the beach with Ghost
Day 29;
@fluffyjuly: Alt 8: "You may be an idiot, but you're MY idiot"
@whumperless-whump-event: "This isn't how I thought tonight would go."
under the cut
Ghost and Soap are on a weekend holiday camping at the beach. In the middle of a heatwave. The two don’t want to cancel their plans. The beach is empty when they arrive at noon. Once the tent is set up, the two go into the water. Ghost and Soap spend hours out in the sun swimming.
By the time the two agree to get out and start a fire to make dinner, Soap is feeling dizzy. He says nothing to Ghost who is busy getting a good fire going. Soap drinks water, but it doesn’t seem to help.
“Are you feeling ok?” Ghost asks.
Soap nods and drinks more water. Ghost stops working on the fire. He approaches Soap, noting how pale Soap is. Ghost sighs, knowing the problem.
Ghost makes Soap go into the tent. He gets ice packs from the cooler.
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?!”
“Do it, or I will!”
Soap does as he’s told. He then lies on his sleeping bag. He knew what Ghost was going to do, but the cold is still a surprise.
“This isn’t how I thought tonight would go.”
“Too much fun in the water.”
“Dumbass, you could have stopped to drink water like I did,” Ghost sighs. “You may be an idiot, but you’re MY idiot.”
Soap’s stomach rumbles.
“Your hungry idiot.”
“I’ll cook once I know you won’t pass out.”
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: Nikolai and John Price
Description: Jamie can't sleep. Continued from day 8.
NIkPrice AU
Day 28;
@fluffyjuly: stickers
@whumperless-whump-event: "I'll stay awake, you can sleep."
under the cut
Nikolai and Price were hoping Jamie would fall asleep watching five men play a boring game of poker. The thunderstorm didn’t last long.
“Should give her some ZZzquill,” Soap comments.
“We’re not giving a two-year-old sleep aid!” Price argues.
“I’ll stay awake, you can sleep,” Nikolai suggests. “No point in both of us staying awake. I think she’ll be out in a couple of hours.”
Price nods in agreement. He goes upstairs with Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.
Nikolai carries Jamie, who’s still wrapped in her blanket, to the couch. He sets her down and goes to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Nikolai asks as he sees Price sitting on the couch with Jamie.
“Brought those sticker books she likes. Something to do rather than watch TV.”
Price sees the cup in Nikolai’s hand. He knows Nik is trying the warm milk tactic. Price goes back upstairs.
Jamie takes the cup and drinks without being told. Nikolai sits beside her, grabbing one of the books. Nikolai watches the toddler work on placing stickers on a page. The toddler is unaware that Nik is taking a couple of pictures.
Ten minutes pass. Jamie starts rubbing her eyes. Nikolai doesn’t stop her from working in her sticker book yet. He’ll wait a little longer.
Thirty minutes later, Nikolai walks into the bedroom carrying Jamie, who is asleep. Nik didn’t think Price would be awake, reading a book.
“I said go to sleep.” Price just shrugs as he closes the book. He gets out of bed as Nik lies Jamie in the pack ‘n play. “You don’t listen,” Nik teases. “I’m waiting for her to get that trait from you.”
“Oh, right, because you listen so well.”
The two get into bed, Price turns off the lamp, and rests his head on Nik’s chest. The only light comes from the nightlight by the pack ‘n play. Both men are soon asleep.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Soap is in a coma. Jamie doesn't want to leave his side.
Day 27;
@fluffyjuly: "Let's go home."
@whumperless-whump-event: coma
under the cut
The doctors said he was lucky to have survived. Gaz, Ghost, Jamie, and Price know a coma isn’t surviving. Being told Soap might not wake up isn’t lucky. Gaz, Ghost, Jamie, and Price know it’s likely Soap will have lasting disabilities from his TBI. It’s hard for anyone to think about. What Gaz, Ghost, and Price didn’t think would be a problem is how Jamie is dealing with this. The three fail to see the guilt she has. Blaming herself for not being able to use her healing ability to heal Soap, or even to use any of her powers to prevent this from happening.
Three days have passed. Every day Jamie lies on the bed, careful of the wires and tubes. The others and the medical staff leave her alone, but they know this isn’t healthy coping. They know she’s eaten little. Jamie lies on the bed unaware of the discussion happening in the hallway.
“We can’t stay here until he awakes,” Price says. “We need to finish Makarov.”
Ghost agrees. He would rather be here waiting for Soap to awaken, but the terrorist must be taken down. Gaz, Ghost, and Price worry about how Jamie will be as they get her to leave. The three are prepared to carry her out if they have to. Aware that’s not best.
Jamie is not pleased to be leaving. She refuses to leave. Gaz, Ghost, and Price expected Jamie to lash out like a child. They hate to resort to force. Gaz and Ghost keep Jamie from accidentally yanking a wire or tube as Price picks her up.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
Jamie cries as Price walks out of the room. Ghost and Gaz follow him.
The nurses watch the three men walk by. They know that such a situation is difficult for anyone.
Jamie sits on Price’s lap in the back seat on the drive to the airport where Nikolai waits. Price doesn’t know what to say. What can he say while the four wait for Soap to wake up? As they wait to see the damage the bullet caused?
Jamie is asleep when the black SUV pulls into the secure area of the airport. Nikolai stands by his helicopter. The Russian is concerned seeing Price carry Jamie as he exits the vehicle. He doesn’t need to ask to know why she looks like she had been crying. The four get into the helicopter. Price still holds Jamie as he takes his seat.
“What are we going to do?” Ghost asks.
“I don’t know,” Price admits.
“What can we do?” Gaz asks. “She saw him go down. She — shit, she blames herself for all of this. She didn’t stop Makarov from shooting Soap. Her healing ability can’t heal such an injury. This isn’t just fear of the unknown.
The three look at Jamie in Price’s arms. This adds to their concern, and they still don’t know how to help her.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie is separated from the rest of Task Force 142 and injured.
Day 26;
@fluffyjuly: Rain
@whumperless-whump-event: Hurt while on the run
A mission going south is nothing new to Task Force 141. Nor is being seperated after escaping a building being set ablaze. The issue is the inability to contact anyone. Jamie struggles to walk through the woods. Pain courses through her body, She knows she's injured, but she doesn't dare stop. The pain is making her walk at a slow pace as it is.
As Jamie walks, it begins to rain. It doesn't take long for her to be soaked. She keeps walking down a path, ignoring the pain, hoping to find the others.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie is injured. Soap thinks baking is a good way to keep her busy while off duty. Continued from day 26.
A bit of a time skip.
Day 25;
@fluffyjuly: Alt 2: Baking
@whumperless-whump-event: Don't make me laugh, it hurts."
under the cut
Jamie is used to injuries. She’s still getting used to missions going to shit and not being able to heal herself for one reason or another. The few times have been gunshot wounds. Her ability isn’t perfect. Not all injuries can be healed. The best Jamie can do for three broken ribs is to ease the pain. Jamie walks down the corridor, feeling the pain from three broken ribs.
“Why do I picture you in a tub of glowing water at night?” Soap smirks.
“Haha, hilarious.”
“I don’t believe you’re doing nothing to heal those ribs. Didn’t you say it’s possible but a slow process?”
“Yes. It’s complicated. Just know I might be decreasing how long it takes for these bones to heal. Being able to fully heal them would be nice. So boring being off duty.”
Soap smiles, grabs Jamie’s wrist and leads her down the corridor.
Jamie is led into the kitchen.
“We should make some snacks. Chocolate chip cookies.”
Jamie watches Soap find a recipe on his phone and gather ingredients.
“Better be a good one,” Jamie comments.
“Just shut up and get me two eggs.”
Jamie grabs three eggs. Ignoring her ribs protesting, she jumps up to crack on Soap’s head.
She smirks seeing the yolk dripping from his hair. His displeased expression is making it hard for her not to laugh.
“Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”
“You started it!” Soap cleans the egg off his head and gets an ice pack. “Here, I’ll make the cookies for you.”
Jamie takes the ice pack and leaves the kitchen. Soap smirks pleased he got Jamie laughing. Though an egg to the head wasn’t his plan.
Fifteen minutes later, Soap enters the common room, seeing Jamie sitting on the sectional. The ice pack on the coffee table, now a bag of water.
“How about hot tea and warm cookies now?”
“Stupid question,” Jamie smirks.
Soap puts the cup and plate on the coffee table.
“I’m not done yet, but we’ll watch a movie and eatca lot of cookies when I’m done.”
Soap leaves the room as Jamie enjoys her snack, and for once, being off duty isn’t boring.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Soap discovers Layla is sick.
Day 24;
@fluffyjuly: Secret Crush
@whumperless-whump-event: Falling asleep on Caretaker / "Are you… feeling okay?"
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Gaz, Ghost, and Price have noticed Soap taking on the role of primary caretaker since the team rescued Layla from a lab nine months ago. While his role is more support than taking care of Layla, Soap doesn’t stop. Price knows why, but he’s not going to tell Gaz or Ghost. He’s not going to do Soap a favor and tell Layla either. Price knows and respects the reason why Soap hasn’t told Layla how he feels. Price knows the Scotsman has a good reason.
When Layla is late to meet him and Ghost for her training, Soap goes to her room.
After three knocks and no answer, Soap enters the room. Layla is still in bed.
“Are you… feeling ok?” He walks toward the bed and feels Layla’s forehead. “You’re warm. I don’t think you have a cold. Come on, I’m taking you to the medbay.”
Layla whines as Soap lifts her into his arms.
Soap hates seeing Layla getting extra tests than anyone would to figure out her ailment. He watches Layla wrap her tail around her waist. Something he’s noticed is a sign of anxiety if she’s not looking to hide it when she goes out in public. He starts thinking about how the young woman was used as a test subject. Locked away for two years and turned into a dog hybrid. Being a lucky one to survive is hardly a victory when you look different. Soap remembers how thin Layla was. His concern turns into anger.
“Sergeant MacTavish?” A nurse says, snapping Soap back to reality. “It’s a cold with a moderate fever. It’s not normal for an adult, but we’ve checked everything.” Soap feels little relief knowing this. He knows Layla’s changed biology isn’t helping. “We’re going to follow the protocol we have for everyone. Rest, fluids, and watch for worsening fever or symptoms that suggest flu or pneumonia.”
Ten minutes later, Soap is taking Layla back to her room in the barracks.
Once Soap informs Ghost and Price about the situation, and how he’s staying with Layla for the day, he lies on the bed with Layla. She rests her head on his chest as she often does when they’re laying together. Soap grips her hand as she falls asleep.
That was fast. Soap thinks.
Soap doesn’t move. He likes this. The man thinks about how different this will be when he decides to tell Layla how he feels. Uncertain of when the right time is.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie attempts to hide being sick.
Day 23
@fluffyjuly: Cuddling for Warmth
@whumperless-whump-event: Multiple caretakers
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Jamie wakes up feeling unwell. In typical Jamie fashion, she ignores her illness and gets ready for early-morning PT.
By the time PT is done and a shower taken, Jamie sits at the table in the mess hall. She feels much worse but acts like she's ok. The hot coffee feels good going down her throat. Jamie doesn’t realize she's drinking more coffee than she would, which Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Soap notice.
Price says nothing before feeling Jamie's forehead.
"You're burning up."
"I'm fine—"
"You're ignoring being sick again!" Price scolds.
After breakfast, Price takes Jamie to the medbay.
The medic confirms Jamie has a cold and, due to not resting, has a low-grade fever. Price takes Jamie to the common room.
Jamie lies on the sectional. Price covers her with a blanket and sits beside her. Soap makes it with Jamie's bottle of water from her room.
"I have time. I can make soup," Soap says. "Better than the canned crap."
Price nods, giving him the go-ahead. Soap leaves the room.
Price looks over at Jamie to check on her. He sees her struggling to get warm. Price grabs the other blanket from the back of the sectional and lies beside Jamie. He covers both of them with the blanket. Price feels how cold Jamie is. He wraps his arms around her.
It takes Jamie a few minutes to get warm. She falls asleep. Price is careful as he sits up. He fixes the blankets and leaves the room.
Price walks into the kitchen where Soap is cutting carrots.
"You weren't kidding about making the soup."
"I said it's better than the canned crap," Soap reminds him. "It just takes a while since I have to take the chicken first."
"She's asleep. You don't need to rush."
"Then we'll have soup for lunch."
Jamie sleeps for four hours. She's woken up by Price.
"Wake up. Time for lunch."
Price waits for Jamie to wake up.
Once in the mess hall, Price has Jamie sit at a table. He goes to get soup for the two of them.
Price comes back with Gaz, Ghost, and Soap, carrying two bowls of soup. Soap puts a package of saltines on the table. Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Soap watch Jamie eat while eating their soup.
After lunch, Ghost takes Jamie to her room.
"I'll stay with her overnight," Gaz decides. " Make sure she doesn't ignore being sick."
Ghost lies on the bed with Jamie. Helping her get warm after giving her medicine.
"Stubborn woman."
"Shut up."
"Go to sleep."
Jamie falls asleep. Ghost stays in bed rather than leaving.
introducing Aaron! though he's only referred to as the doctor in this one...
blame/credit for the title goes to IAMX
@whumperless-whump-event day 13: midnight hospital visit
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The bar was quickly filling with people. Booze was already flowing and a few people were eagerly swarming around the karaoke machine. Daniel hoped it would be out of order because he was not in the mood; a badly slept night and a day packed full of new information had not left him in the mood to party at all, actually, but Lukas had practically dragged him along.
Lukas, who'd turned out to be his roommate for the season. He was cautiously pleased with that, at least. Lukas seemed like an easy person to get along with, well, based on the somewhat over 24 hours that Daniel had known him. But Daniel was confident he was reading his new roommate right and the high energy, low drama vibe could only be genuine.
"Eyyyy, Ikea!"
"Not what I'm called," Daniel replied, rolling his eyes as Lukas waltzed back towards him with two glasses of something aggressively pink.
Lukas ignored the comment and shoved one of the glasses into Daniel's hand. "It's a party," he said. "You should drink."
Daniel smiled faintly as he accepted the drink. "You know people do party sober, right?"
"Sounds fake," Lukas replied breezily. He took a drink from his glass, then grimaced. "I cannot believe I'm saying this, but this is too sweet. I mean, sure, I asked for a sweet cocktail, but come on…"
"Careful what you wish for," Daniel said with a wry smile. He took a cautious sip of his own drink, and sure enough, it was very sweet, but he actually liked it. "Well, if you're not drinking yours, I'll take it…"
Lukas looked at him, eyebrows raised, then grinned again and handed his glass over. "Perfect!" Then he leaned a little closer. "Should have figured you'd like it sweet…"
Daniel snorted. "I've no idea what that even means," he replied. Lukas just grinned and and then he was off again, presumably to get a new drink.
--
As the evening progressed, Daniel found that he was actually enjoying himself after all. Sure, he wasn't quite up to dancing all night, but he was chatting with people and watching Lukas move through the crowd like fish in water, spreading his infectious energy where ever he went, not that the party was lacking in energy in the first place. Daniel wondered if he was somehow the only one who was tired or if everyone else was just hiding it better.
The karaoke machine was not out of order, but luckily so far everyone who'd stepped up to sing had actually sounded rather good, even Lukas, who'd sung Bye Bye Bye by Backstreet Boys but with lyrics Daniel hadn't heard before. Now, it was India up there—singing a song Daniel thought might be from Miley Cyrus but he wasn't sure—and she was really good.
"Just for the record," Adnan, a wiry dark-haired man a little younger than Daniel himself, said with a nod towards the karaoke corner, "if anyone starts singing Total Eclipse of the Heart, I'm leaving."
Daniel chuckled. "Duly noted." Then, catching a glimpse of Lukas in the crowd, he added, "Don't let Lukas hear that, though. He might take it as a challenge."
"Oh, he totally would."
--
It was a bit past midnight when something inevitably went wrong. Daniel didn't see the incident himself, but he heard the commotion and saw people reacting to something on the other side of the dancefloor. Daniel automatically scanned the crowd for Lukas, and when he couldn't see him, he had a sinking suspicion of what he'd find at the center of the circle that was forming around one of the tables.
When Daniel reached the scene, Lukas was already back on his feet, assuring everyone that he was fine. Daniel looked at the two chairs that had been knocked over, looked at Lukas… and then spoke to the people who were closest to the scene.
"Did anyone see what happened?" he asked. "Did he hit his head?"
"Ikea!" Lukas's eyes brightened as he noticed Daniel. "Look, I'm fiiiine, just… woah!" He wobbled a little and his grin froze for a split second.
"Of course you are," Daniel replied. But he stepped closer, hand hovering near Lukas's elbow, ready to steady him if needed. People around were beginning to shuffle away, the entertainment value of the scene clearly exhausted already. Nobody seemed to be sure of what exactly had happened and nobody had seen Lukas hit his head but nobody could say for sure that he hadn't, either.
Lukas himself was even less helpful.
In the end even Daniel himself was half convinced he was making too much of a fuss. He just couldn't in good conscience just take a drunk and potentially concussed person's word that they were fine and let them sleep it off, and that's how he found himself a little while later walking towards the town center with Lukas in tow. A grumbling, increasingly unsteady Lukas.
"Look, I told you…" Lukas said for the third time in the past seven minutes. This time, however, he trailed off there and didn't continue.
"I know what you told me," Daniel replied. "But do you?"
"What… what kind of a question is that?" Lukas sounded genuinely frustrated now. "I just need to… I just need…" He stopped walking.
Daniel stopped as well, watching Lukas with sharp eyes. It was difficult to tell in the cold light of the streetlamps but he thought Lukas was paler than before. "You need to keep walking," Daniel said, nudging the other man gently.
"Yeah, I just—" But Lukas didn't manage to finish the sentence. He cut off with a strangled little groan, then doubled over, spewing cheap booze into the snow at his feet. "Fuck," he gasped when he was done, wavering on his feet, looking almost like Daniel's grip on his shoulder was the only thing keeping him upright.
"Yeah," Daniel said, sliding his arm around Lukas's waist to support him better. "Come on, let's keep moving before we freeze."
The clinic was near the town center, just across the street from the mall. It wasn't a hospital, but they had a doctor on call at night time during the tourist season. Daniel led Lukas into the waiting area and sat him down on a bench. In the harsh, fluorescent light Lukas looked almost gray, his expression pinched as he squeezed his eyes shut.
The night nurse was already approaching them. Daniel kept his hand on Lukas's shoulder as he explained what had happened, and even then he had little enough warning when Lukas suddenly lurched forward, retching again. Both Daniel and the nurse barely avoided getting splashed as a stream of vomit hit the floor at their feet. Lukas's shoes were not so lucky.
Lukas was groaning and mumbling apologies and cussing in multiple languages as he slumped forward, elbows on his knees and head bowed over the mess on the floor. The nurse was telling him it's alright, to not worry about it, in what sounded like a Russian accent of all things. Daniel stood to one side, hand still on Lukas's shoulder, feeling a little useless.
And then—
"What's going on here?"
The voice that spoke was deep, calm, cutting through the confusion without being loud. Daniel turned to look and saw a man dressed like a doctor approaching with a purposeful stride. On first glance, he looks unassuming, almost ordinary; average height and build, perhaps even a little on the thin side judging by the prominence of his cheekbones, short-cropped reddish-brown hair, nose that looks like it's been broken once upon a time. But something about the way he carries himself draws Daniel's attention.
"Party accident," the nurse replied, and Daniel noted how his voice changed when he was addressing the doctor; the accent didn't vanish but his words became more precise, and he looked absurdly like he wanted to stand at attention. "Potential head trauma. Alcohol involved."
The doctor nodded curtly. "Let's get him into an observation room," he said. He looked at Daniel, briefly, gray eyes sharp. "You're with him?" Not really a question. "Help him up if he can walk. If not, we'll get a wheelchair."
Lukas perked up at that, insisting that he didn't need a wheelchair, but it did take Daniel's assistance to get him on his feet and moving. They followed the doctor into a small room where they sat Lukas down on the bed. The doctor took out a penlight and pointed it into Lukas's eyes, frowning slightly, though Daniel didn't think he looked especially concerned, just focused.
"What's your name?" the doctor asked, voice pitched low, still peering into Lukas's eyes.
"Lukas," Lukas replied. "Lukas Marek."
"Right. Lukas, I'm Doctor Calder. Do you know where you are, and why?"
The doctor kept asking Lukas questions, and Lukas gave more or less reasonable answers with steadily increasing levels of snark. Finally the doctor stepped back with a sigh. "I'd still prefer to run a CT but we don't have that here and I'm not worried enough to send you down the mountain in the middle of the night," he said. "I am keeping you here for a couple of hours, though, just to be sure. So get comfortable."
"Do you need me to keep him awake?" Daniel asked as the doctor turned to leave. "Or… or something?"
The doctor looked back at him, not exactly as if he'd forgotten Daniel was there, but like he hadn't expected him to speak. "That's not necessary," he replied after a brief pause. "I'll be waking him up soon enough." Another pause, and Daniel felt like the sharp gray eyes were silently evaluating him. "But if anything changes—if he vomits again or seems more pained—call me immediately."
"Yes, sir," Daniel replied. He thought he caught a hint of a reaction at the words, something that was not quite a flinch, but in the end he couldn't be sure. It was late, and though he wasn't exactly drunk, he was tired enough to not entirely trust his own perception.
"Right. I'll be back in a bit," the doctor said, and then he was gone.
Daniel dragged a chair next to the bed and sat down. He was just trying to come up with a version of 'how are you feeling?' that wouldn't sound either ridiculous or condescending under the circumstances, when Lukas spoke.
"That… was the doctor."
Daniel looked at him, frowning. "Yeah, I know," he replied. "Are you feeling… You know where we are, right? Like, you haven't just forgotten the past half an hour. Right?"
Lukas shook his head slowly. "No, I mean. That was The Doctor." Daniel could basically hear the capital letters and was about to get even more concerned—if Lukas was seeing Doctor Who things couldn't be good—when Lukas continued, "Not the one with the… with the blue closet. I mean the… Fuck it. You haven't been here before, you don't know the lore."
Increasingly confused and unsure he'd heard the last bit right, Daniel glanced towards the door, then back to Lukas, trying to figure out if he should go find the doctor. "The… law?" he asked, desperately hoping Lukas would respond with something that actually made sense.
"The loooore," Lukas repeated, adding ridiculous emphasis to the word. "Like, legend. You know. Stories. About the…" He trailed off with a grimace, mumbling something that sounded like foreign obscenities under his breath.
"…About the doctor," Daniel finished for him. "What, is he like a… a local cryptid or something?"
Lukas barked a laugh, though it quickly fizzled into a groan. "Don't… don't make me laugh," he moaned.
"Sorry," Daniel said. "How are you feeling? Should I get the—"
"Nah," Lukas cut him off. "I'm good, just… don't make me laugh."
"Okay."
Silence stretched out. Lukas was lying still, eyes closed, and after a while his breathing settled into the steady rhythm of sleep. Daniel watched him, wishing he could know for sure that letting him sleep was safe.
Finally, after what felt like forever but probably wasn't all that long, the doctor returned. He glanced at Daniel once, question in his sharp eyes, and Daniel shook his head slightly; nothing new to report. The doctor stood next to the bed and shook Lukas gently. "Wake up."
Lukas mumbled something that sounded like 'piss off' but opened his eyes.
The doctor ignored the comment. "Can you tell me what day it is?" he asked, peering into Lukas's eyes again. Lukas answered his questions coherently enough, and soon enough the doctor seemed satisfied. "Alright, you can go back to sleep. I'm keeping you for a while longer, just as a precaution, but you may as well get some rest in the meanwhile."
Lukas mumbled something that sounded less than flattering and probably wasn't meant to come out intelligible in the first place. The doctor ignored the attitude again and turned to Daniel. "You're staying with him?"
Daniel shrugged. "If you're not keeping him until morning, I'm not leaving without him."
The doctor nodded as if he'd expected nothing less. "There's coffee, if you want." Pause. "Sort of."
Daniel chuckled at the addendum as he got up to follow. "Sort-of-coffee sounds great."
The doctor glanced back at him, a glint of something that might have been amusement or approval in the grey eyes. "You may change your mind yet."
The breakroom coffee was perfectly mediocre. Daniel drank slowly, savoring the warmth if not the taste. He was suddenly exhausted, and absurdly envious of Lukas sleeping in the observation room. The doctor drank his own coffee across the table, not precisely ignoring Daniel but not bothering to make conversation either. Daniel couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say, either, and so they simply existed in mutual silence.
Daniel must have spaced out for a while, because suddenly he realized that the doctor had said something but he'd no idea what. "Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Repeat that?"
"I asked if you're awake enough to make it back to your lodgings," the doctor said. He didn't smile but this time there was definitely an amused note to his voice. "Or should I set up another bed in the observation room?"
"I'm awake," Daniel replied quickly, blushing a little.
"Good." The doctor stood up. "Let's go wake your friend so you two can get the hell out of here."
"Sounds like a plan."
Lukas initially grumbled when woken up again, but when he heard that he was free to leave, he perked up considerably. The doctor gave him a bunch of instructions, which Daniel committed to memory as he was sure Lukas was going to disregard anything that didn't sound like fun as soon as he was out of the doctor's line of sight. Then the two made their way through the sleeping town back to the resort.
@whumperless-whump-event <- Thank you sooo much for the event and all the great prompts!!!
Day 31 – With a Little Help (From My Friends): Waking a caretaker for help / Delirious confession / "Why didn't you say something?"
Note: The last day. Omg. I am so proud of myself for finishing this challenge. I have never participated in such an event before. And I never thought I will get it done, to write every evening for a month with only 2-3 hours a day, to have the idea, write and edit it. So I know there are many errors, i will hopefully find in the future. Thanks so much for following my little dream team all the way <3 I will make a masterlist post in the next days and one to sort the stories chronologically.
This story is the continuation of Day 13.
Reassurance
Gently Leader laid Youngest down on the bed of the infirmary, while making sure that his head was supported. As he got him into a comfortable position, he then took the time to softly brush Youngest’s hair out of his face, while feeling the temperature on his forehead.
As Medic had said, the boy was burning up again. And Leader just stood there in thoughts for a moment, his hand moving from Youngest’s forehead to his cheek. The boy looked so much younger than usually, Leader realised. The contrast was really noticeable. As Youngest was one - if not the best fighter in his team despite his youth, it was easy to forget that he wasn’t even an adult now. But this reminded him full force.
While he was in thoughts, he felt Medics hand softly on his shoulder bringing him back to reality. Softly Medic spoke, “He will be fine… he just asked too much too early of his weakened body. Let me take over here.”
Leader just nodded solemnly. As he lifted his hand from Youngest’s face, the boy started moving restlessly and mumbled weakly, “No… please… don’t… don’t leave me…” Leader knew it was just the fever talking, and he trusted Medic to take good care of Youngest, so he turned to leave.
But Youngest became even more restless, trashing around so Medic couldn’t really work. And Youngest’s slurred mumbling stopped Leader as he heard his own name, “L-Leader… I’m sorry… I promise… I will be useful… please… don’t… don’t kick me out.”
While he heard those words Leader turned around. How did the boy get those ideas? He knew that Youngest was often insecure of his place in the team, but he just didn’t know why and how he could convince him, that it was completely unnecessary.
Leader hated showing emotions, but Medic knew him well enough, that he already knew he cared a big deal especially for Youngest. So he stepped back to the bed and put his hand back on Youngest head, who stopped his moving around instantly, but still murmured, “don’t… wanna.. dis… disappoint you…”
“You won’t disappoint me, Youngest,” Leader tried to hush the boy, who stilled and looked at Leader with half lidded eyes that were glazed over with fever. He kept talking to give Medic some time to work, “Nobody will kick you out. You are doing great, try to hold still now.”
That gave Medic the time to insert an intravenous line to get some fluids into the boy and to give him something to make him sleep. Youngest was so focused on Leader’s presence that he didn’t realised what was happening. And while the drug pulled the boy under Leader cupped Youngest’s cheek and whispered in his ear, “I am so proud of you, my boy.”
