Winter Whumperland Day 11: The Yule Goat (Stitches)

Winter Whumperland Day 11: The Yule Goat (Stitches)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: After getting injured, Cat Noir goes to Marinette's house to see if she could stitch him up.

    The akuma attack had nearly been silent. The only reason Cat Noir had responded was because he was already out patrolling the city. He had been avoiding going back home for a few hours now.

    For as quiet as it was, the creatures claws sure did dig deep. After the person has been freed, Adrien realized there were no miraculous ladybugs to fix his torn up arm. But he didn't know how to and he couldn't go to the ER without revealing his identity.

    The boy started to feel sick. He looked around at the nearby building and his eyes rested on Marinette's house. She knew how to sew so maybe she could help him out.

    Of course Adrien knew it wasn't the same. Stitches were different than regular sewing and there was different material needed for both. But she was his best shot.

    He jumped to her balcony and pulled the top hatch open. Then he stumbled inside. The noise woke up Marinette.

    "Cat Noir!?" She yelled.

    "Shhhh" Adrien brought a finger up to his lips.

    "Cat Noir?!" She whispered harshly. "What are you doing here?" Then she noticed the blood running down from his arm. "What happened?"

    "Akuma attack. Ladybug didn't show up and well, I can't go to the hospital so I was hoping you could help?"

    "Chat I can't just sew up your arm. There are certain ways that has to be done. I can't help you."

    "Marinette you are probably the only person who can help me. It'll be fine." After more pestering, she agreed under the condition that she finds a way to get the correct material. She took towels to his arm to try and stop the bleeding.

    "I'll be back. While I'm gone try to find a way to conceal your identity."

    Cat Noir nodded and Marinette ran down the stairs. She quickly but quietly snuck out of her home and went to a nearby alley to transform.

    "I don't know if this is such a good idea" Tiki voiced her concerns.

    "I don't either." With that she transformed and started towards a nearby hospital. She went to the roof and used her lucky charm to get inside. She walked down sets of stairs and tried to find stitches. She found a closet and grabbed them.

    Then she snuck back out. Ladybug swung her way back to her home with a pit of guilt in her heart. She de-transformed and walked back into her house. Wondering back up the stairs she stumbled but caught herself in the railing.

    "I'm back. Cat Noir had found a Ladybug mask that Marinette had put in a costume drawer. He wasn't wearing anything that could give him away as he was wearing plain black pants and a gray shirt.

    "Why are you on the floor?" Marinette asked as she walked over to him.

    "I found the mask but ummm, I'm really dizzy. I'm sure it's fine." Adrien tried to laugh it off.

    Marinette walked over to him and helped him up and to her desk chair. She pulled the pack of stitches out from her pocket and grabbed some gloves she had for crafts. Then she grabbed the needle carefully and threaded it.

Cat Noir seemed to calm. She was about to sew up his arm and he was just sitting there. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm okay. You just seem so, calm."

"This is nothing. I trust you with my life Marinette. I know you won't hurt me more than you have to. I'm not scared."

Marinette smiled softly. "Okay Chat." She took the needle and carefully started to stitch him up.

Tears formed in Adrien's eyes. He knew it would hurt. Blood came from the small holes in his skin. Marinette looked up at him.

Slowly she continued. She brought the needle in and out of his skin. As tears fell from his eyes, Adrien tried to stay still. He shook in pain. It was drizzling.

Slowly the two got through it. Marinette wrapped his arm and looked at him. "Maybe you should stay here. You don't look well."

"Oh no, that's okay." Adrien got up to leave but stumbled back down to the chair. "okay maybe."

After a moment, Marinette brought down some blankets and grabbed a pillow. "You could take the bed but I don't think it's a good idea for you to go up the ladder."

"Yeah probably not." The girl helped Adrien to the ground and he curled up in a blanket. "Thank you."

"Of course Kitty Cat. Sleep well."

"You too."

Febuwhump Day 4: Obedience

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Summary: It takes place when Wreckers inhibitor chip activated.

  Inhibitor chips were scary. That's how Wrecker saw it. In a simple form at least. He saw them for more then just that. They were inhumane. They were cruel. They were so many things that it was hard to comprehend them.

    But at least his never activated. When Rex had showed up and had told them that he knew where to get them removed, the batch followed. They knew it was dangerous. The chips made them a danger to their loved ones.

    Then it happened. Wrecker hadn't thought his headaches were a big deal. He looked at his family and suddenly it didn't matter that there were his family, that he cared about them. He blindly obeyed the chips orders.

    Never once did he think he was wrong. It was like his mind had been taken over completely. The men in front of him may be his family but they were traitors. The girl may be his sister but she needed to be brought back to Kamino. She never should have left.

    Someone else had grabbed the rains. Wrecker had never been one to blindly obey orders but now he couldn't stop himself.

    They tried to stop him. Tech laid still on the ground from where the man had choked him. Hunter and Echo seemed nervous to hurt him. They tried to see if Tech was okay but couldn't make their way towards him.

    Rex didn't seem to pay attention to who Wrecker was. He was a man under a terrible influence. He didn't want him dead but he didn't want him close.

    Trying to get close seemed dangerous. The group tried to get Wrecker's gun away from him. Hunter yelled for Echo to get Omega out of there, just in case.

    The man did as he was told.

    Soon they would have him under control. Not before he knocked Hunter out and pinned Echo. Rex had been thrown aside and Omega had been cornered before Rex stunned him.

    When Wrecker woke up, he felt the shame. The memories of what he had done to his family haunted him. He couldn't look them in the eyes. It almost physically hurt.

    Tech's neck was bruised. There were dents in Echo's legs. Hunter seemed to have a sensitivity to light he didn't normally have. Omega was close to him, trying to comfort him. Rex seemed mostly unfazed.

    As the others started to get their chips removed, Wrecker wondered if this is how Crosshair feels. The blind obedience was something that, once out of it, wouldn't haunt you.

    It was like the worst kind of manipulation. You can't see through it. You're so loyal to your family and then, in an instant, all those years don't matter. It was the worst feeling. That guilt wouldn't go away. At least the chip was gone. 

Winter Whumperland Day 10: Tio de Nadal (Left to Die)

Fandom: Spider-verse

Waring: violence

Summary: Miguel finds Miles before the Miles rescue squad can.

  Miguel had found him. Miles tried to get away. He fought him as hard as he could. Miguel was stronger than him.

    Claws had dug into his back and had sliced his chest open. The boy had managed to shock him but it didn't seem to help. Miles had been thrown into multiple buildings and the concrete in the alley had cracks from the boy meeting the ground. One final throw had Miles unable to stand.

    He cried as Miguel walked away. He left him there. Being taken somewhere instead of left for dead seemed better. He was going to bleed out. Miles had no way to contact anyone. He was alone.

    The worst part was the fact that his mother might lose both her son and husband within a day of each other. Maybe not even a day. The Last time they had spoken hadn't been good. He needed to go home.

    Miles needed to save his father. First he needed to get up. His blood spilled onto the concrete. He tried to stand but fell. The street was somehow silent. There was no one to help him.

    The boy thought he was going to die. Had Miguel really done this for the multiverse? Couldn't he have just locked him up? No. This had been personal. If he was going to look at Miles like an anomaly, why would he treat him like one?

    That's all he was after all, an anomaly. A stain on the universe, something that never should have existed. The man had treated him like he was nothing. Like he wasn't someone's son, someone's friend, and the hero for his city.

    Now he was going to die alone. Miles felt like he couldn't breathe. He wishes to see the stars. If no one would come for him; if he had truly been left to die, then why not look for something pretty?

    There were no stars to be seen. Maybe if he died there would be no need for his father to. There would be no building collapse and there would be no child in a red shirt that was in the way. Maybe it was almost better that way.

    Miles tried to shake those thoughts away. He put a bloody hand on the brick wall behind him as he tried to get up. The words Peter had said lingered in his mind. "Spider-Man always gets back up." The words felt like a broken record. Every time something happened those words had gone through his mind.

    His other hand met the wall. Miles tried to pull himself up. He ended up with his hands being stuck to the brick instead. The world started to get blurry. He didn't want to be alone when he died.

    It was actually one of his biggest fears. If he died alone, there.was always the possibility that no one would ever find him. His parents would be we know what happened to him. Miles could do that to them.

    Being alone seemed cruel. The boy was fifteenth. He didn't deserve to die alone. Maybe he wasn't perfect, but he didn't deserve to be this scared.

    As the world started to go black, Miles had some comfort in the thought that if he was gone, his father wouldn't die. He knew his parents would tear the world apart to find him and it broke his heart.

    The boy wanted to go home. But as he fell unconscious, he grew to accept the thought he never would. His hands unstuck from the wall and his body hit the ground.

Winter Whumperland Day 9: Jólakötturinn (Left Behind)

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: After Obi-wan and Cody are assumed to be dead and left behind, Obi-wan tries to find a way for the two to survive

Part 2: soon.

  It was snowing. Battles in the snow were always somewhat strange. The snow was so elegant and pure yet so deadly. The stains in the snow as well as the footsteps had become something of a warning.

    But as the others retreated, Cody wasn't sure what to do. He could barely move. He felt so cold. The snow fell around him, making him look like just another body in the snow.

    He needed to get the general to safety. After the clone had been shot, Kenobi stayed near him. He had called for a medic but not to long after, he was shot in the side.

    It was unusual for a Jedi to get shot when on the battle field. He had to have been destacted. Cody feared he had been why. They were close, too close for a Jedi to be with someone.

    The man tried to call out for someone. His voice never left his throat. It had been a while. Medics had never gotten the chance to find them. The droids hadn't moved forwards yet.

    Kenobi regained consciousness. He tried to look around. All he saw at first were bodies. When his eyes landed on Cody, he panicked at first. Then he saw him shift. He was alive at the very least.

    "Co-Cody?" His voice shook as he shivered.

    The voice brought comfort to Cody. He hadn't even realized Obi-wan was alive. Once more he tried to speak. He tried to stand or even sit up but slipped back into the snow.

    Obi-wan looked around again. He realized they had been left behind. But they were alive. Now the two were on their own. He looked down at his injury then back to Cody. He needed to get over there.

    Slowly he tried to stand. After a moment, Obi-wan was able to get on his feet. He only walked a few steps before falling to his knees in pain. He half dragged himself the other few feet.

    "Dear?"

    Cody looked at him. Again the Jedi looked around. The forest wasn't far. The droids would be less likely to find them there. But so would anyone else. Then again, I was likely no one was going to look for them anyway.  

    It was terrifying. They were alone now. It was cold, they were hurt, and there was no saying if the separatist would take prisoners or if they would kill them on the spot. More than likely, taking a Jedi would be more likely than taking a clone as well.

    It looked like it was getting darker. The forest was their best bet for survival. So Obi-wan grabbed Cody's arm and started to drag him to the woods. He barely knew what was going on. The snow would hopefully cover their tracks.

    It was painful, for both of them. It took a while to get into the forest and far enough away for Obi-wan to be comfortable resting. When they finally stopped, Kenobi collapsed.

    Time passed and he woke up again. It was night now and there were clear sounds of battle droids nearby. Obi-wan looked at Cody. He saw the steady rise and fall of his chest, though he was nervous he was breathing too slowly.

    Gently, Obi-wan draped his cloak over the other. He leaned against a tree and pulled him onto his lap, hoping their body heat together could help them.

    There was nothing else to think about. The Jedi was left to grapple with the feeling of betrayal by the others. Cody and him were still alive. The two had done so much and had given up everything they could to keep the others alive. Now they were alone in the cold.

    But Obi-wan also knew they had to. If they hadn't left them behind, someone could have died. They had to have thought that they had been killed. It was the only answer that brought any sort of comfort to the general.

    It didn't change the fact that it hurt. It hurt in the same way the snow against his fingers hurt.

    Frostbite was inevitable at that point. Hyperthermia would follow. It was freezing. Obi-wan laid his head against the tree and sighed. He watched his breath disappear. He looked down at Cody.

    He was still alive. He hoped the same thing would be true come morning. There was nothing else he could do for now.

    A few hours later, Obi-wan was still awake. He couldn't find a way to sleep. There was too much to try and plan for. Getting them out of there in the condition he was in felt impossible. He felt Cody shift. He looked down, tears in his eyes.

    As they fell, his face burned. "I don't know what to do" he told Cody. "I'm so sorry."

    The clone raised a shaky hand up to the other's face. He tried to dry his tears. Obi-wan smiled slightly. He took Cody's hand in his own and held it. It was more life than he had shown previously so that was at least something. Maybe morning would be kinder to them.

Forgot to post this. Hopefully I'll finish it next year!!

Winter Whumperland Master List! This was a very fun challenge and I had a blast! Each story is color coded with what fandom they belong to! The list of fandoms as well as the links for the stories are below!

The Bad Batch, Spider-verse, The Clone Wars, Miraculous Ladybug

Day 1: Santa Claus (Claustrophobe/Panic Attack)

Day 2: Krampus (Sensory Overload)

Day 3: George Bailey (We've lost everything we've had!"

Day 4: The Grinch (Sedative)

Day 5: Ebenezer Scrooge (Time Loop)

Day 6: Jack Frost (Amnesia)

Day 7: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Self Sacrifice)

Day 8: John McClain (Held Hostage)

Day 9: Jólakötturinn (Left Behind)

Day 10: Tio-de-nadal (Left to Die)

Day 11: The Yule Goat (Stitches)

Februwhump Day 2: "I Love You" (Alt Prompt 2)

Fandom: EPIC the musical

Summary: Polites fell in love with his captain. The problem is Odysseus is happily married. So he'll just love his from the side.

    Polites knew this wouldn't end the way he wanted it to. He knew when he had started to develop feelings for his captain that it would end badly. Polites had never been good at hiding his feelings. He knew that Odysseus would never love him the way that he loved him.

    The war was over. It ended when the city of Troy burned. Ten long years had passed. It felt longer and shorter than it really was. Polites hated watching Odysseus suffer. He knew he missed his wife and son.

    On the ship, the man paced around the deck. He wounded what to do about his feelings and how he would manage them. Telling the caption would result in the end of their friendship and that was so dear to him that he couldn't risk it.

    Odysseus was his best friend. He was more than just his best friend. Polites saw a different light than the rest. He couldn't help but love him. There was just something so, imperfectly perfect about him.

    When Odysseus had told him to come with him to the island to scout for food, he panicked slightly. But the two left regardless. It was dawn and the sky lingered with the colors of the sunrise. the light shown of Odysseus in a way that made Polites freeze.

    They walked around the island. They walked over a river using a tree that had fallen. There were willow trees and large clearings filled with flowers. But somehow Polites couldn't take his eyes off of Odysseus.

    Polites had started to talk to his captain. He told him about how greeting the world was a brave thing to do and how kindness could help them. He talked about how he knew he was suffering and how he didn't want him to do so in silence.

    Then they met the Lotas Eaters. Odysseus slowly got the message of kindness and faces them with words not violents. Polites was proud. He smiled as the Lotas Eaters told them about a cave that was east of them and how to get there. They thanked them and were in their way.

    The man hated how being in love with someone you could never have felt. Polites didn't hate much, but this, this he hated.

    The two stopped at a willow tree to rest. It seemed their conversation about greeting the work with open arms helped. Odysseus placed a birds nest that had fallen out of the tree back within the branches.

    "I love you" Polites whispered. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. He watched as Odysseus paused as he stood and how he turned around to face him.

    That was it. Of course he had to go and say something stupid. Of course he opened him mouth. Now he wouldn't have him at all. It was better to be friends then nothing. He didn't want to lose him.

    "What?" He asked.

    "I didn't, I didn't mean-"

    "Polites, I-"

    "Don't" Polites smiled softly. "I already know what you're going to say. I didn't mean to tell you. I'm sorry."

    Odysseus just stood there. He wasn't sure what to say. He turned around to make sure the bird's nest was safely in the tree. "I love you, just not how you want me to."

    "I'm fine with being friends. I didn't want to fall for you captain. It's like you tripped me" Polites chuckled. "I don't want to lose you."

    Odysseus turned around and walked  close to Polites. He stood not even a foot away. He looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

    "It's okay. It's good actually. I'm glad your wife has you. She deserves someone like you."

    "Polites" he looked away for a moment. This hadn't happened before. Ever. He had never had a man in love with him. Let alone his best friend.

    Polites pushed himself on his toes and grabbed Odysseus's cheeks. He pulled his head down a little and kissed him on the forehead. "Let's get back to the ship. The men are waiting."

    Then he walked away. Odysseus followed him. "Polites let's talk about this."

    "Captain there's nothing to talk about. I love you and knowing that you love me in some way is enough for me. I'm not asking you to love me back."

    "I know. I'm sorry."

    "For?" Odysseus stopped him.

    "For not loving you the way you desire, the way you deserve." He sighed. "Friends?"

    Polites smiled softly. It hurt more than he had thought. Nothing could have prepared him for his captain's reaction. He felt so bad for not loving him. He wasn't mad or disgusted. "Friends."