(looks At Phone On Table) Oh I've Thought About What I've Done.

(looks at phone on table) Oh I've thought about what I've done.

Febuwhump Day 9: Bees

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Wrecker never liked bugs. But now that Tech's gone, he finds some beauty in his brother's favorite insect. Bees.

  Bugs were not Wrecker's strong suit. Most of the time they weren't a problem, but sometimes they freaked him out. After being stormed by 'the hive' with Cid, he decided he simply was afraid of them.

    This included bees. There were a lot of bugs on Padu. There were a lot of flowers on the island. It was one of the things that the clone liked. Their simple beauty was something most didn't expect a clone to love the way he did.

    But he didn't like the bees. The small bugs freaked him out. Even so he would be around them often. The rest of the batch didn't share his distrust of the small insects.

    Tech had loved bees. "Bees are extremely important to every ecosystem. Almost 90% of wild plants and 75% of the galaxy's crops depend on the insects's pollination."

    "I don't care" Wrecker joked. He nudged his brother.

    However Tech did. Trying to continue, Crosshair cut him off. "We don't care."

    Now Wrecker wished he had listened. The clone watched the bees buzz around the sunflowers that were around him. What bothered him was the fact that they shut him up even though he was clearly excited about it.

    The bees flew near him and unlike every time before, Wrecker let them. Instead of shoeing them away, he welcomed them. Tech's voice rang in his head, "Did you know that there is at least one species of bee on most every planet."

    "Does he just do that?" Echo sighed.

    "Yeah" Hunter answered. "Normal one of them tells him to shut up by now."

    "Bumblebees technically shouldn't be able to fly because of-"

    Tech was cut off by Crosshair. "Shut up" the clone growled. Despite being shut up, Tech didn't seem upset. Instead he continued what he had been doing previously.

    "Seems kinda mean" Echo whispered to his brother.

    "If they don't he'll talk for hours."

    Now Wrecker was left wondering what he was going to say. What else had they left unsaid? What seemingly useless piece of information had they missed out on?

    Wrecker would do anything to hear Tech info dump about bees again. Info dump about anything really. He wanted to know why bumblebees shouldn't be able to fly. More than anything he wanted his brother back.

    "Watching the bees?" Phee asked, sitting next to Wrecker.

    "Yeah" he sighed. "I never liked them before. Actually used to be scared of them. Up until now." A sort of sad smile flashed across his face. "They are actually pretty nice" he sobbed.

    "It's gonna be okay big guy." Phee comforted him.

    A bee landed on the clone's knee. Out of instinct, he screamed. Then he just watched it. Putting his finger by it the insect crawled onto his finger. It was smaller than his finger nail. "Hey Tech."

Merry Whumpmas Day 8: Bedridden

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: Aizawa struggles with having to stay in bed after his injuries in the war arch.

  Being trapped in bed while his students fought in a war that they shouldn't have even been involved in was like torture to Aizawa. He hated thinking about it. They were alone. They were his children.

    Yet the hero commission decided that teenagers should fight. Their training wasn't complete. It felt like the commission was trying to get them killed.

    Aizawa wanted to help, he needed to help. But he couldn't. He was bedridden for the time being. He thought about how maybe Snipe should have killed Shigaraki when he had the chance. Maybe he should have been more careful.

    But it wasn't his fault. No one could have known. The league of villains was nothing but trouble.

    Aizawa looked out the window. He couldn't see much. The blinds were closed and he was well, half blind.

    There had to be something he could do, someway he could help them. Or maybe he could visit the students in the hospital?

    But the doctor wouldn't let him get up. He had to stay put. Hisashi was giving him as many updates as he could. He felt so, helpless to the situation.

    The hero wanted to move. Having to stay out mentally having to think. Aizawa didn't like to think. He liked to sleep but after staying in bed for so long, he didn't think he could anymore.

    The bed was uncomfortable. He couldn't get comfortable. Shota was in pain. But knowing his students were scared hurt more than any injury could. Aizawa felt he had failed them.

    But he also knew there was nothing he could do. He was trapped in his bed. For now all he could do was ask about them.

    Hisashi didn't like seeing Shota like that. He didn't like seeing him so inmobile. He knew it was hard on him.

    Time could be the only healer this time. Aizawa could do nothing just wait until he was better. Then he could join them again. He didn't care if it would be hard, being a teacher never was all that easy.

    So if all he could do was lay there, he would think of what to tell them. Aizawa tried to find a way to apologize for ever letting them step foot on a battlefield before they had graduated. The war took what was left of their childhood.

    Aizawa stopped staring at the closed window. He shifted and pulled the blanket up. If only he could just get up.

Febuwhump Day 6: "You Lied to Me."

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Echo promises Hunter that he'll be okay facing Tantiss

  "I'll be fine." That's what Echo had told Hunter when he asked how Echo was going to handle the mission.

    "Are you sure?" Hunter knew this would be hard. An experimental facility with clones who had all faced something similar to Echo's own trauma. Everything seemed to be very uncomfortable for him. Every time they learned more about the facility, he seemed to find a way to leave the room.

    "I'm sure." The truth was, Echo wasn't sure. He knew they needed the numbers and after Crosshair had taken part of his rescue, he felt like he owed him at least that. The thought of seeing someone he knew frightened him. But he had to go. Omega would be waiting.

    So they gathered some of Rex and Echo's crew. They had planned their attack and the mission down to every minute. Tech would have been proud of the plan. There was no room for error.

    On the ship Hunter checked in with Echo again. He walked around the shop and waited to arrive. Playing a waiting game was something the batch used to be good at. Now a waiting game was almost agonizing.

    Upon their arrival, the batch, as well as Phee, Rex and a few others, split up. Each group went their separate ways. Hunter went with Echo and Rex while Wrecker went with Phee and some others.

    As the batch maneuvered around the facility, Echo got more and more nervous. Even if there were few similarities between Tantiss and Skako Minor, the eerie feeling of the halls haunted him.

    "We go in one three" Hunter spoke. "One" Echo started to regret coming. But he owed it to his family. "Two." He tried to prepare himself for what could be on the other side of the door.

    "Three."

    Rex opened the door. Inside Crosshair laid on a metal table. He was strapped down. Hunter ran over to him and Rex started to undo the straps. Echo froze. He took a deep breath and then walked over as well.

    Crosshair was awake. He sat up slowly as the last strap was undone. "It's okay" Rex tried to comfort him.

    Slowly they prepared their brother for moving. Rex took him and helped him walk. "I'll get him to the ship. Can you two take care of it until I get back?" If anything was going to happen to Crosshair, Rex was not going to let that rest in their shoulders.

    "Got it Rex." Hunter led Echo out of the room. They continued to go down the hall. "Wrecker, any word on the prisoner logs?"

    "Yep. We found them. There's quite a few regs here." Wrecker sounded uneasy.

    "Got it."

    "We are gonna need help to get them out Hunter. Rex had called back up. They aren't far but we'll need to kill some time."

    "Start taking some of the regs to the Marauder.

    "Okay."

    Hunter turned to look at Echo. "We start taking down 'medical' rooms."

    Echo nodded. The two went to find the rooms. It didn't take long to find one. When they entered the room, the arc trooper froze in the door. He didn't think he could move.

    Hunter pulled him inside. He didn't say anything as he looked around the room. Echo walked towards the table in the middle of the room. He looked around and tried to find something to do. But when he saw the needles he flew back. Tripping on his own metal feet, he fell to the ground.

    The man's breathing quickened. Hunter abandoned him spot in the room and kneeled down beside him. "Echo" he said. His tone was a lot kinder than he expected.

    Staying in the room seemed impossible. Echo stood, panicked. He went for the door. Hunter tried to stop him but he was in the hall before he could do anything. 

    The Sargent watched him fall. He heard the gun shot that he prayed hadn't killed him. "Echo" he whispered. The man moved slightly. Without another thought, Hunter went into the hall and pulled his brother back into the room.

    "You lied to me." Hunter couldn't think. "You lied to me." Echo just listened to him. He couldn't say anything. He was right, he had lied.

    As Echo faded in and out of consciousness he listened to Hunter mutter to himself. "You lied. You did you would be fine. You lied to me."

    Echo knew he lied to him. He knew that. He shouldn't have gone. Maybe he should have taken Crosshair back or maybe he should have just let Hunter sit with him when he started to panic.

    "I'm not going to let you lie to me. You're going to be fine. You'll be fine."

    "You lied." The world went dark as Hunter spoke.

    Time passed. Hunter took Echo to the ship and faced Tantiss. Soon the reinforcements arrived. With minimal casualties, the clones escaped hell.

    The lights near where Echo laid was dim. Hunter spent most of his time around him and around Omega and Crosshair. The feeling of responsibility weighed heavily on him. He laid his arms on the bed. Then he placed his head in his arms. "you lied to me."

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)

Febuwhump Day 7: Suffering in Silence

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: Adrien deals with being a hero.

  Being a superhero is any child's dream. Adrien no longer understood why. It seemed he just kept getting hurt. Often his body would be in pain but it was more than that.

    Adrien's head hurt. Not in the way you can take two Excedrin for. The things he had heard and seen. No one ever really saw the damage up close. No one saw the damage done to the people before the magic ladybugs fixed everything.

    There was no one to talk to. Ladybug had a friend of hers. She had a steady life. He had a father who couldn't even tell he was hurt. So he stitched his mouth shut and smiled. Adrien had gotten good at fake smiles.

    Loud noises scared him. The boy jumped at them. Sometimes he would grab Nino, frightened. But he always just thought that he was jumpy. Even if it had been worse since Monarch got a hold of the miraculous.

    Walking the halls of the school that always felt like it was getting destroyed was strange. It hurt. The memories loomed over his shoulders like a ghost. Focusing on his schoolwork became an extremely difficult task.

    It was time. Adrien tried to find Nino for most of the day. He felt safe with him. He wandered around the school when the bell rang. He had tried to tell him to talk to him after school in class but he was quieted by the teacher.

    The next day Adrien found him before classes started. "Hey Nino, can I talk to you?"

    "It's not a good time. How about after school?" He said.

    "Yeah. What's going on?" Adrien was nervous.

    "I'm trying to find Alya but I haven't seen her. I wanna make sure she's okay."

    'oh' That's what ran through his head. Here Adrien was, ready to tell someone what he had been though, both as a hero and as the neglected son to the famous Gabriel Agrest. "I'll help you find her."

    Maybe today was not the day. So he kept walking around, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. Yes everyone looked at Ladybug, but he kept her sane. Of course he didn't mind but worrying that your partner might break down on you in battle wasn't fun.

    At the end of the day, Nino had disappeared. Adrien took that as a sign. Maybe he was just supposed to go through this alone. Suffering in silence was another thing he had gotten used to. His father never listened so he found ways to deal with everything.

    Life didn't seem to be his biggest fan. Talking to Ladybug about the battles felt unfair. She was there, she didn't need his problems with hers. The hero was already cracking anyway.

    There was no one to tell. Plagg never saw it as a big deal, Nino wouldn't listen, his father wouldn't make time to listen, nor would he let him continue. Then of course there was Ladybug who couldn't know his identity.

    For a moment Adrien thought to tell Marinette. She was tough. She could take it. But she wasn't exactly a good liar. But he trusted her with his life. He loved her. But he couldn't do that to her.

    So silence it was. Adrien dropped the idea of telling anyone and just went back to jumping without anyone knowing why. He couldn't come up with a story quick enough and just seemed paranoid.

    There was no one to talk to. But he had gotten used to it. Even if it would be nice to talk to someone, Adrien would suffer in silence.

Merry Whumpmas Day 7: Hyperventilating

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: After Satine dies, Obi-wan lets everything settle when he gets to the temple.

    Mandalore was not kind to Obi-wan. Satine had been his first love. Nothing could ever quite get rid of that feeling. The love you have for your first love, me very completely disappears.

    Now she was gone. Darth Maul had taken her from the world. He had overtaken her planet and replaced her. Her presence was erased so easily.

    Obi-wan was home now. He stood in his room, alone. He looked around. The dim light from his window highlighted a small gold chain on his bedside table. He stared at it for just a moment before realizing what it was.

    It was Satine's. Back in the beginning of the Clone War, she had handed it to him. She complained that she was unable to detangle it and asked him to. Obi-wan, of course had agreed. He had gently placed it in his pocket. Then everyone got distracted.

    When Obi-wan had realized he still had it, he had detangled it. He had put it on the table so that he would remember to take it to her.

    On his way to Mandalore, Obi-wan had realized he had left it sitting in his room. Though he couldn't remember where he had put it. He had sighed, thinking that he would just give it to her then next time he saw her.

    Now it was all the Jedi had left of her.  He sat down on his bed and held it with tender hands. It had a simple blue pendant on it. He could never give it back to her.

    Memories of the two had already caused a flood in his mind. But now he was shaking. Satine was gone so fast. He missed her. Even if he barely saw her, knowing she was alive had been enough.

    Maul was hateful. He had taken too much from him. His father and first love had fallen at his hands. But who was next? If Maul only seemed to want Kenobi to suffer, who would be next?

    Air started to flow though Obi-wan's lungs faster than it should. It felt sharp. His chest rose and fell quickly. His shaking increased as a deep sensation of panic fled into his veins. His heart moved it around until his whole body felt paralyzed.

    Breathing became difficult. It felt like his body was attacking itself. Obi-wan brought his hands to his chest. A sickly feeling fell over him.

    Standing up, Kenobi tried to walk around his room. Pacing didn't seem to help. Instead, he sat against the wall. He felt like he was suffocating.

    What would happen if Maul got ahold of his family? He had already taken two of them from him. But what about Anakin? Cody and Ahsoka made him more nervous than anything.

    Anakin could hopefully handle himself. Obi-wan didn't want to doubt Ahsoka but he knew that she was young. She was smaller than him and he had already seen a Jedi he had worked with fall at his hands.

    Then there was Cody. Nothing he could do against Maul would save him. Guns could never compare to a lightsaber or the force. Only Kriff knows what he could do to him.

    As Obi-wan's breathing worsened, his thought became quicker. What would he do if something happened to them? How could he protect them? Would it be enough.

    Time passed slowly. The there was a knock at the door. But Obi-wan didn't hear it. He didn't think he could get up and off of the floor. All Kenobi could hear was his own breathing and his loud and quick heartbeat.

    That was the day Obi-wan learned that breathing too much could knock you out. He didn't remember Cody knocking on the door. He didn't remember him finding a way in and panicking when he found him on the floor, unconscious. He didn't remember being gently picked up and brought to the medical ward.

    But when he woke up, he was confused about where he was. "How did I get here?" he asked Cody almost as soon as he saw him.

    "You were unconscious on your floor. I had come to talk to you, I wanted to make sure you were alright." Cody answered his questions as he asked them.

    "Thank you Cody" he gently smiled. "I think I'm fine. Can you find one of the droids, I want to go back to my room." Obi-wan looked down at his hands. Something was missing.

    Before Cody had a chance to walk away, he realized Obi-wan looked panicked. He watched his breathing quicken and walked to his side. "Is everything alright?" He asked.

    "I should have had a necklace? Do you see-"

    Cody pulled something off of the table by the bed. "It's right here."

    Obi-wan took it and sighed. "Thank you."

    "Do you want me to put it on you?" The commander asked gently.

    The Jedi just nodded. He may not have her but at least he had a memory. He looked at Cody as he walked to find a doctor. At least he had him.

    The reason for his panic fled back in. Cody was too kind to be killed at the hands of Maul. Most everyone was. Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe Maul would never learn about them. Maybe, just maybe, he could sleep at night.

    The walk back to his room was silent. Cody had insisted on walking him back. Obi-wan thought it was sweet. As the door shut and he realized he was alone again. Kenobi didn't want to be alone. He tried to find a way to open that door again, to admit that he needed help.

    Then the door opened. "I'm sorry if this is overstepping sir. I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

    Obi-wan pulled him in the room. "Is it alright if you st- no this is childish. No thank you commander."

    "What do you need? I'm sure it's not-"

    "Can you stay here tonight? I just" Obi-wan sighed. "I don't want to be alone.

    Cody nodded. "Yes sir." The two talked for a while before Obi-wan said he was ready for bed. Staying on separate sides of the bed, the two went to bed. Maybe things could be okay after all.