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AI-less Whumptober Day 1: Disowned by family (Alt Prompt 7)

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: What if Soren's meeting with Claudia, Viren, Terry, and The Being went differently.

  Soren loved his family. He had always loved his family. Even after his mother left, even after his father had told him to kill the princes, and even after Claudia blamed him for walking away.

    He loved them.

    Now he was facing them again; tied to the ground by vines. Claudia's hair was half white now. Viren looked the same as before. I looked like he hadn't aged a day. An elf boy stood with them as well as a terrifying butterfly looking elf child.

    There was silence. The only noise was the breeze running though the trees. "Soren" Viren spoke.

    "Dad?" Alarms sounded in Soren's head. This was wrong. Viren was supposed to be dead.

    "I don't have a son."

    Terry looked at Viren, shocked.

    Soren froze. He looked over at Claudia who looked away. So this is what it feels like, being disowned by your family.

    The guard had known, deep down, that this was going to happen. He knew that when he didn't return to Katolis with the news that the princes were dead, Viren would be angry. He knew nothing would be the same and after a while he realized nothing should be the same.

    Claudia turning away hurt more. She had been through everything with him. She had saved his life; in more ways then one.

    "Oh. Well then I don't have a father." Hurt laced every word. Soren felt so helpless to the situation. It felt like he was back at the beginning. Like he was that scared eighteen year old kid following every order from Viren.

    Soren tried to fight the vines. He felt them dig into his skin, the same way Viren's words and Claudia's cold gaze did.

    The dark mage walked over to Soren. "Leave him here."

    "What?" Terry asked. "Isn't that going to kill him?"

    "He's an enemy guard, why should I care?"

    "Wow, okay" Soren mumbled.

    Viren started walking. He left Soren behind. He walked away like he always did. That's when Soren really understood he had no blood family anymore.

    Claudia followed. That's what she always did, follow Viren. Then The Being ran after them. Terry stayed. He loosened the vines, "I'm sorry." Then he walked away.

    Soren fought through the vines until he got out. He looked towards where the others had gone. It was time to find his family, his real family.

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AI-less Whumptober Day 2: Exhausted

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Ezren and Callum are exhausted.

  'King Ezren do this, King Ezren do that.' Ezren was starting to get tired of it all. He loved helping the kingdom and it's people but he was only an child. A child going to bed long after his bed time.

    The child walked into the thrown room. It had only been a few hours since he had last been there. Opilei welcomed him as he sleepily sat down on the throne. 

    Ezren was tired. There was so much to do and so little time. He still didn't understand everything he needed to do and it had been two years since he'd become king.

    It had been two years since he had been able to really sleep. He never really felt like a kid anymore. Ezren felt more like a young adult. Between being a piece keeper, a king, and a therapist l; trying his best to fix his family's problems, he really needed a break.

    "King Ezren, it's time for your meeting with Queen Janai" Opeli spoke.

    The child nodded. Janai had made the decision to come to Katolis even though Ezren had offered to go to her kingdom instead. He figured Amaya had wanted to come visit so the two came instead.

    Peace was setting. It was hard work, but good. After his meeting with Queen Janai he had paperwork to do then he needed to approve of a few things to do with the schools of the kingdom. After that was a few royal errands, then  lunch with Callum.

    Callum was the only one who really understood the struggles that Ezren was going through. He was tired too. They helped each other and held each other close.

    After everything they really only had each other. The only blood family they had was each other and Amaya and Amaya's life was no longer in Katolis.

    'She must be tired too' Ezren thought. Peace isn't easy to keep. Amaya and Janai were making history just by being together.

    Queen Janai walked in. General Amaya and Commander Gren followed. Some guards stopped outside. The meeting lasted an hour. They talked about Katolis's aid in rebuilding and about defence.

    At lunch Ezren practically collapsed into Callum's arms. He was exhausted and overwhelmed. "It's a lot, Callum."

    "I know Ez. It's going to be okay."

    And Callum held him. He held him until he fell asleep. He rocked him back and forth gently in the chair they rested in. They sat outside at one of Ezren's favorite restaurants, clouds coming in.

    They were exhausted. A teenager and a tween held two of the top ranks of a kingdom. The kingdom that their father used to lead.

    Callum stopped rocking. He just held him tight, knowing that this would only help for a while. Holding him here, letting his rest, would set him back on everything he needed to do. But would he do it right being so tired? The mage didn't know.

    There was only so much that they could do now. Right now, with the coming rain, Callum wouldn't let go. He would wait for Ezren to wake up and pray that he felt better. Maybe, just maybe he could go back to being exhausted tomorrow.

AI-less Whumptober Day 3: Sensory Deprivation/Isolation

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: What if Viren hadn't told anyone where Gren was? What if he had just been left to die? (Fun fact at the end)

Warning: Broken bones and self injuries

    Gren hated the dungeon. His arms were tired of being upright and he could swear his hands were ice cold. He began to hate the taste of bread, even though he had liked it a lot before, as it was all he was ever given. Water had never been something he was so relieved to have.

    It was lonely. Very lonely. Gren tried to talk to the Moonshadow elf that had been placed in the dungeon. Even though he only answered once, the commander called it a win.

    Every time Viren came down the stairwell Gren wondered if he would be released. He knew that there was nothing he had done to be placed in the dungeon. His treatment has been unjust and when he was free he would make sure that the dark mage didn't go unpunished for his actions.

    The worst part was the silence. The Moonshadow elf wasn't good company.  He never spoke. Viren was the one who locked him down there. He hardly spoke to him as well.

    Gren heard nothing from the room further in the dungeon. With all the screaming from before the commander assumed that the mage had killed him.

    Now he was alone. It had been a while since Viren had come down the stairs. Gren didn't know if it had been days or just a few hours.

    Eventually he started to talk to himself to fill the void. He had been isolated from everything with no way to escape.

    After a while Gren's optimism couldn't help him. He was hungry and tired and scared; scared of dying alone. He missed the touch of another human being.

    His skin crawled because he hadn't been touched in what felt like an eternity. Gren craved a hug from Amaya or Corvus. It almost physically hurt how much he missed people. He was social and extroverted.

    People were his thing. The commander loved the presence of others. He loved talking to them and loved listening more. Now all he could do was talk and listen to himself.

    The conversations started silly and short. Then they stopped being silly. They turned into talks about life and death. It turned into him finally saying the things he was too scared to say out loud.

    Time was his enemy. Time ticked on as Gren wasted away, praying someone would find him and save him.

    Eventually he came to the conclusion no one was coming. There was nothing he could do to help them find him and no way he could escape. He gave up standing and collapsed to the ground, his arms jerking up. He yelled as pain shot though his wrist and arms from the quick movement.

    Gren began to breathe quickly. His chest quickly rose and fell as he heaved. He tried to pull his arms to his chest but was stopped by the chains. He screamed in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall behind him.

    Then one of his hands slipped out of the cuff. Still panicking he kept pulling in the other one. He looked down to see why his other hand had slipped out.

    Gren had already tried to break them back when he was first wrongfully chained up. But it wasn't the metal that had broken. His hand had.

    The commander's right hand had been broken when he struck the wall. He looked at his other hand and decided he had to break that on two.

    Blood dripped onto the ground from where his hands had cut open. Gren slammed the side of his hand into the wall over and over until he felt his thumb break. He slipped it out and tried to stand.

    It took a minute but Gren made it to the stairs. Then he forced his body to stay upright long enough to get get to the door. His legs gave and he fell onto the top step. He leaned against the door and waited for a moment before starting to yell and hit the door.

    "Help!" He screamed. No awesome. "Please" he whimpered.

    "Is someone there?"

    A voice. "yes! Please help!"

    "I'll be right back! Just hold on!"

    Gren smiled for the first time in a while. He was safe. When the door was opened Gren saw his saviors. A woman he didn't recognize stood before him. Behind her was the familiar face of Corvus. Near the door the interpreter could see Ezren. He sighed knowing he was safe.

Corvus moved to help Gren up. As soon as it was possible Gren grabbed the other and pulled him into a hug. It had been too long. He held him and cried. He didn't care about his hands all he wanted was to be around people. It was nice being warm again.

"Are you okay?" Ezren said as he walked over to him.

"I am now."

Note: Did you know that it actually is possible to dislocate your thumb in a way that can get you out of handcuffs/chains? The lower joint in your thumb is what needs to be dislocated. It's kinda neat.

AI-less Whumptober Day 4: Hiding an injury

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: Adrien goes to school after being injured in an Akuma attack.

Being a hero was dangerous. Ladybug and Cat Noir knew that well. But no matter what Ladybug's lucky charm would reverse the damage done.

Unless she lost it. Adrian stood in the boys bathroom, his side bleeding. He was unsure of what to do. He should have just gone home but the school day had only just begun when the akuma attack happened. It was around noon now.

The boy grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and stuffed it on his side. He grabbed bandages he kept on his backpack just in case and wrapped them around the wound. He grabbed his jacket and was thankful he had grabbed the black on that morning.

Adrian stumbled back towards his class. The hall was busy at class change. He stayed close to the wall and tried to walk straight.

What would happen if the knew? What could he do if the found out? Nothing. Cat Noir knew that if anyone found out that he was Cat Noir, he would lose himself.

It hurt. The gash was still bleeding. It was sore to the touch. Sore was an understatement.

It didn't take long for people to stair. He leaned into the wall and felt like sitting down and sobbing. Adrian wanted to scream. But, if he did, if he told them he was in pain, he wouldn't be able to be free.

Gabriel would lock him in the house forever. He couldn't be isolated like that again. That would hurt more then the wound in his side.

As soon as he entered the room he did his best to get to his seat quickly and at least mostly normally. All he needed was for someone to figure out his secret identity.

"Hey Adrian!" Nino said enthusiastically.

"Hey." The hero did his best to match his energy but couldn't.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired." He rested one of his arms on the desk and laid his head down. After that he grabbed his side with the other hand and kept pressing on it. He just needed to make it until the end of the school day. Once he was home he could figure out how to fix it.

"Hey Adrian, why are you holding your side?" Rose asked.

"Oh, I'm just cold." He wasn't exactly lieing to her. He was cold.

"Dude, it's like really warm in here." Kim, who was walking to his set, called Adrian's bluff.

"I'm just cold okay." He put his head back down.

"Is your hand red?" Alya inspected.

"No, it's fine" Adrian said, his head still on the table. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone? Why did they have to make it so hard to hide that he was hurt?

"If you say so." Alya knew she would be watching him carefully.

Halfway through class Adrian started to feel worse. He felt nauseated and weak. He raised his hand and asked to use the restroom. Ms. Bustier said that he could and Adrian stood up to leave the room.

He could feel his legs growing weaker as he walked to the door.

"Are you alright?" Ms. Bustier asked.

"I'm, fine. Thank you." He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The world felt like it was fading. He couldn't show it any more than he had already. He wouldn't lose everything just because he couldn't hide an injury.

As soon as the door closed the class looked at each other to see if everyone else was sceptical.

In the hall Adrien stumbled to the floor. He laid there for a moment before getting up and using the wall to get around. He pushed all his body weight on the wall and prayed it would be enough to get him back to the gym lockers.

Once there he sat against the wall and took his jacket off. The kid sighed as he realized he bleed though the bandages. Placing the jacket on his side, he wondered how much of class he could skip.

"So, should someone check on him." Nathaniel asked.

"I'll go" Nino volunteered almost immediately.

"Marinette, why don't you go since your class representative?" Alya asked.

"I'm his best bud, I've got it."

"Nino, if you don't mind, please go check on him."

Nino left the room and walked towards the bathroom. Nearing the lockers he saw a red substance on the ground and looked towards the door. There was blood on the handle.

A sense of unease fell over Nino. "What the fuck?" He whispered. He walked to the door and opened it.

Adrian heard the door handle and panicked. Where did he go? How did he hide? He crawled over to a place behind a locker and held in a sob when the door opened. "Adrien?" Nino called out.

Cat Noir placed a hand over his mouth. He could taste the salt from the blood. It surprised him.

"Adrian? Man? I'm concerned. If you're here please just tell me."

No matter how hard Adrien could try, the tears would come anyway.

"Adrian?" Nino turned to face him. "Oh fuck."

"Nino, please don't get anyone."

"Why not?" Nino raised his voice.

"Please. I can't really explain."

"Are you okay? Like are you in danger?" The man walked over and kneeled down to Adrian.

"I'm fine, just in, pain."

"Come here."

Adrian complied. Nino grabbed his side and kept pressure on his side. "Help!" He screamed.

"No please. They can't know." The hero whispered.

"Can't know what?"

"That I'm hurt."

"Why?" Nino called out for help again.

"My identity."

"Identity?"

Nino didn't know? "Fuck" Adrian whispered.

"You're-" Nino was cut off as someone came into the locker room.

The teacher called 122 as she helped Nino get him to the front of the school.

What was he going to do now? Maybe he could just say that the akuma attack had caused it. He wasn't lying, just not telling the whole truth. It didn't really matter now. Everyone knew that he was hurt. The one thing he was avoiding.

Now he'd just have to hope that no one knew that he was Cat Noir. He didn't think anyone had seen the wound he had received. That may just be his savior. As he heard the sirens from the ambulance he blacked out. Maybe he shouldn't have waited so long.

AI-less Whumptober Day 5: Non-concental Touching (Alt Prompt 25)

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Warning: Sexual assault, pedophile, character death.

Summary: While aboard the Sea Legs Finnegan decided that if Callum won't give him the spell to him he'll just take something else.

    Callum was scared. He was chained up, below the deck of the Sea Legs. Hed been shocked a few too many times and Finnegan was starting to get tired of his defiance. "Pain just doesn't do it for you, does it?" He spat. "Fine, I'll just take something else for you."

    The pirate signaled for Deadwood to stop shocking the mage. Then he pointed to the door, "leave us. Stay by the door."

    Elmore nodded and left. As the door closed Finnegan kneeled down to Callum, "I would give you another chance but you're just too damn cute."

    'Cute?' Callum's stomach sank. What did that mean. Why was the pirate looking at his with such, lust? That couldn't be right. The prince had to just be imagining it. There was no way Finnegan could have such an intent. "What?" He said sternly.

    Finnegan raised his hand to the mage's face and gently caressed it. Callum tried to shy away from his hand but the pirate made sure he couldn't. "Is hot better?"

    "What the hell is wrong with you,? Creep!" Callum shouted. Finnegan's other hand gently touched his hip. Again he tried to move out to find he couldn't. His question went unanswered.

    Callum felt the grip on his hip tighten, "I'll tell you how to do the spell!"

    "That time has passed." With his hand still on his face, the mage was pulled into a kiss. He tried to pull away. He tried to fight him. However Finnegan's grip would just tighten.

    Callum raised his legs and attempted to kick his enemy off of him. He failed. Finnegan pulled away from their frosted kiss and smiled. "You taste sweet."

    He moved his head to face the ground. The prince pulled more of the chains, trying to break free. He didn't want this, he didn't want any of this. "Let me go." 

    "No, I don't think I will." This time Finnegan moved his legs over Callum's, pinning him. His knees almost reached the poll. He towered over the boy. "Save the shaking for later dear, I'll treat you well."

     Callum didn't know what to do. He could do nothing as Finnegan ran his dirty hands all over him. They lingered in certain areas longer. His hips, lower stomach, sides and his neck all felt dirty. The pirate brought his hands down to Callum's ass and grabbed it. Then he shifted to his dick.

    Callum couldn't breathe. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do. There didn't seem to be anything that could save him. Zym and Bait couldn't help him, his friends were all above deck, and all of Finnegan's crew was too scared of him to do anything. He squirmed under the older man's grasp.

    "Stay still" Finnegan spoke. It was unnerving that he didn't sound angry, he didn't really sound annoyed either. He sounded like a friend trying to get you to stay still when you have something on your shirt.

    The tears Callum had been avoiding fell from his eyes. He was terrified about what was about to happen to him. As one of Finnegan's hands ran up his thigh, the other one started to undo Callum's belt. "Please" he whimpered, "stop."

    Above deck Ezren started to cry. His link with Zym led to him knowing what was going on just out of sight. He started to struggle more. He pulled and pulled as he cried. He was unsure what he would do if he did escape.

    "Ezren?" Soren yelled.

    "What's going on?" Rayla asked immediately after.

    "It's Callum!" Ezren's voice broke. "Finnegan's hurting him!"

    "Callum's strong, he'll be okay." Soren did his best to comfort his little brother, even if he was saying it for himself too. "There's nothing we can do."

    "No, we have to!" Ezren took a breath but his voice still wavered as he spoke, "he's, he's touching him and-" his words became impossible to understand.

    "Are you really going to let him do that!?" Soren shouted at the crew. No one said anything.

    "Zym help him." Ezren whisper cried.

    Below deck Finnegan was holding Callum in a harsh kiss before starting to remove his own clothing. Callum had been left in his underwear, his pants pulled down to his shoes and his shirt of to the side. He had several bight marks and hickeys now, one uncomfortably close on his thigh.

    Zym did as he was told. He sent an uncontrolled wave of lighting in the two's direction. The bolt hit Finnegan but the current carried it to Callum as well. Both cried out in pain.

    Finnegan stumbled back just enough for Callum to kick him in the jaw. When he went to stand, the prince took out his feet. Before the pirate could say anything Zym shocked him again.

    Callum struggled and reached for the necessary ingredient needed for a spell. He grabbed the tail and crushed it in his hand, "Meht dnib leets gnirehtils."

   The chains around his wrists became snakes and slithered around the floor of the ship. "Fulminis!" he yelled. Lightning shot towards Finnegan. Callum grabbed his pants and pulled them back up, fastening them quickly. He grabbed his shirt from where it lay and hasty got it on his body. His breathing never slowed.

    Finnegan stood and walked over to his desk. He grabbed a knife and walked towards his prize. "What are you doing?"

    Callum brought his hand up, ready to cast another spell but a knife ended up in it. "I don't think so."

    "Leave me alone."

    Once more Finnegan grabbed Callum's face, "no" he forced him to kiss him. This time Callum played in just enough to be able to grab the knife that was stuck in his own hand and drove it through Finnegan's chest.

    Callum felt no remorse for what he had just done. He spent a short second trying to make it look like nothing happened then he slammed the door open to the deck. He tossed the bloody knife down into the wood and requested that his friends be released.

    Even Ezren didn't feel bad for the body below deck. He ran to Callum as soon as he was free and stood in front of him, ready to hug him if he wanted one. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah" Callum shook. There was blood on his clothes and hand. Soren came over and tore a piece of fabric off of his clothes. He grabbed Callum's hand to wrap it but he pulled away.

    "Sorry." Callum slowly handed his hand over to Soren to wrap.

    Villads walked over to the ship's wheel and got them back on track.

    "Did he-?" Soren asked.

    Rayla went to get Zym, Bait, and the little glow toads.

    "How did-?" Fear laced his words.

    "Zym." Ezren answered.

    "No, Zym saved me."

Zym and Bait met with Callum, Zym nigging his leg. Rayla and the other glow toads followed. "Do you want to talk a-" Rayla started.

"No, let's just find Aaravos and go home. Please."

"Okay." Ezren made his way across the ship. He knew his brother had a long road to recovery and he may not know how to help him on that road. But he also knew that no matter what, he would be there for him. Always.

AI-less Whumptober Day 6: "It Should Have Been Me."

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Warning: Character Death

Summary: Runaan goes on a job. A young girl gets caught in the crossfire.

  Ethari did have a good feeling when Runaan left for him next job. He had put Rayla to bed and had made a cup of tea. He sat on a chair in the living room for most of the night. As the sky started to lighten, he started to pace.

    It was almost morning when Runaan returned home. Ethari was on his fourth cup of tea, using the same tea leaves, when the door opened. He was going to greet him, but the elf had already made his way to the room.

    The assassin slammed his bow down onto the ground. He quietly yelled in frustration and started to walk around the room. He jumped when he saw Eathari.

    "Are you okay?" Ethari walked over to him.

    Runaan opened his mouth to speak but couldn't. He instead collapsed onto his lover's arms. He cried into his shoulder.

    All Ethari could do was hold him. He hoped Rayla would wake up late. All any of them needed was to add her into the equation.

    "It should have been me."

    "What?" His voice shook as he spoke.

    "It should have been me. I should be the one we have to bury!"

    "Runaan, please don't talk like that. What happened?"

    He didn't answer. Instead he muttered the words again.

    "Runaan, talk to me." Ethari was trying not to cry. Sure, Runaan had come back to him hurt and unstable, but this was new.

    The assassin pulled back, out of the craftsmen's comforting arms. He looked at his own and apologized. "I forgot about the-" his voice broke.

    "Darling it's just clothes. Please, let me take a look at you. Are you hurt?"

    "It's- not, mine."

    "It's going to be okay. Let's get you cleaned up." Ethari stood and offered a hand out. When Runaan didn't move the craftsmen informed him that he'll be right back.

    He brought back a damp rag. "Here, give me your hands." He took Runaan's shaky hands and gently scrubbed them. The man was still trembling and tears were still falling from his eyes.

    Ethari wanted to take away his pain. He looked into his eyes and softly asked, "what happened love?"

    "There was this, this young girl. You get them Rayla."

    Ethari's heart sunk. That's why Runaan was so distressed.

    "She had" he paused "She came out of nowhere. I didn't, have time. The leader had aimed at me. He missed and" the words became sobs again as Runaan tried to explain. "I should have been me."

    "It's going to be okay." Light had begun to fill the room. It wouldn't be long before Rayla would wake up. "Breathe. Let's go to our room okay?"

    Runaan just grabbed him. He wrapped his arms around him tightly and didn't move. A door creeped open. Ethari listened to the footsteps as he tried to calm his husband. He didn't want Rayla to see Runaan like this, for both of their sakes.

    The footsteps got quieter and the door closed gently.

    Slowly, Runaan recovered. He laid on Ethari's chest, asleep. The man sat against the couch, trying to figure out how he was going to get circulation back in his leg.

    Rayla decided it should be okay to come out of her room. She shut her door silently and walked the hallway without revealing she was there. She came into the living room and looked at the two of them.

    Ethari had his head on the couch, even though it was uncomfortable. His arms were around his lover and Runaan's were around him. "Is everything okay?"

    "It will be."

    "What happened? Is he okay?"

    Ethari paused. "He, just had a rough night."

    "How rough because he was crying pretty hard earlier."

    "Very. He'll be okay. He might be off for a while but it'll be okay."

    "Okay. Are you okay? You look tired."

    "Yeah, I'm okay."

    Rayla seemed satisfied with that answer. She walked into the kitchen and returned with breakfast and a hot tea with just the right amount of sugar for Ethari. He smiled as she entered the room. "Thank you Rayla."

    She just smiled and handed the cup to him. "Can you bring me a damp cloth?" He asked.

    "Yeah" she whispered. After moment she came back to the room and handed it to him. "Here."

    "Thank you." He took bits of Runaan's hair into his hands and gently pressed the cloth against it to get buts of dried blood out of it.

    Rayla sat down near him with her legs crossed, "he'll be okay."

    "I know. Are you okay? This can be a lot to deal with."

    "Yeah I'm okay."

    "Okay."

    The room filled with silence. Eventually Rayla fell asleep and Ethari was alone again. What could he do about this? Nothing he could say or do would ever convince Runaan that it wasn't his fault. So he just had to be there, be a shoulder to lean on, be a chest to sleep on, and be arms that he could feel safe and loved in.

    Ethari took a deep breath then took a sip of his tea. He had a long way to go and the road would not make it easy. But no matter what, he would make sure Runaan made it through the rocks and breyers. Even if it meant holding his hand and walking through it with him.

AI-less Whumptober Day 7: CPR/Restrained

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Warning: Character Death

Summary: Hunter and Crosshair are captured by separatist. Now Hunter can't seem to reach his brother

Nothing could ever prepare Hunter for the horrors of war. He had seen it all first hand. Sure he had been training for this since he could hold a blaster but the real thing was so, bloody. It was like hell. Maybe hell would be better.

Everything that had happened had only made Hunter feel worse but slowly became less and less shocked and more and more unwavering. Until he woke up in a cold, dark cell. He wasn't alone.

Crosshair was with him. Slowly the memory of what had happened came back to him. But you have been captured by the Separatist while scouting for a mission. It had been damp and nearly day break when they were taken.

The clone remembered trying to reach out for his brother before the world went dark. Frozen hands had kept him from being able to reach Crosshair. He knew he had been hurt but he couldn't remember by what.

Crosshair had been shot in the side. He tried to move to help him.

Metal cuffs wrapped around his hands that kept him changed to the wall kept him from going any further. He was just out of arms reach.

Crosshair started to wake up. He winced as he sat up. "Hunter?" He asked.

"Yeah Cross, I'm here." Hunter kept fighting the chains. The clone could hear footsteps nearing the hall they were in. He pulled on his chains, trying to get to his brother. He could feel the skin under them start to get irritated.

"Hello clones" a male voice antagonized.

"Fuck off" Crosshair muttered.

Hunter remembered the man's face. The mission came back to him. They had gone to retrieve a Jedi from a Separatist planet before Dooku could get to them. The man in front of the two was the leader of the gang that had the general. He remembered being told that Tech and Wrecker had retrieved the Jedi and that Echo was ready with the Marauder.

Two men walked into the small cell and started to unchain Crosshair. He tried to fight, he did, but he couldn't.

Hunter jolted forwards, "where are you taking him?" He asked, voice demanding.

"That's on a need to know basis."

No matter how hard Hunter tried, he couldn't get to Crosshair. Soon he was alone again.

All he could do was wait and worry. Why had they taken Crosshair? Was he going to be okay? Was he alive?

What about the rest of the batch? Had they escaped alright? Hunter didn't hear their voices so he wanted to assume they were fine. Still anxiety creeped into his heart. He couldn't help but fear the worst.

There wasn't much to do when his brothers weren't around. He kept fighting the chains, trying to get them off. The base of his hands bleed as he pulled. He put his legs under him and pushed his feet against the wall.

It felt like his hands were slipping though for just a moment. Then he realized it was just his skin ripping as he pulled. But the clone didn't care.

Hunter thought back to his training. He'd learned that sometimes even that couldn't help. He thought about his anatomy. The man had always been fascinated with bones. Tech and him went through a phase together, learning everything they could about them.

He thought about the anatomy of his hand. If he dislocated his metacarpophalangeal and carpometacarpal joints, he might be able to slip his hand out of the chains.

It had been hours since Crosshair had been taken away. When Hunter heard footsteps in the hall again, he was relieved in a way.

A limp Crosshair was thrown into the cell without a word or even a look. Hunter moved his legs out from underneath him to break his brother's fall. It hurt but it didn't matter to him.

"Cross?" Hunter spoke softly.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

As soon as the man was gone Hunter started trying to break his thumbs. It was easier than he thought to get the placement of the break correct. The hardest part was trying to do it without being able to see.

As Hunter tried to get his hand in the right position, he listened to Crosshair's breathing. It was slow and labored. Then it was gone.

Hunter forgot about his plan to break his thumbs for a moment. He pulled forward, the chains clicking together. "Crosshair!" He yelled. He put his feet behind him once more and slammed them on the wall. He pulled and pulled before remembering how to get out.

Instead of taking his time to plan out the dislocation, Hunter slammed his hand into the wall. He tried again and again until he had broken the joints.

It wasn't supposed to be painful.

The clone rushed to Crosshair's side. He pushed him onto his back and placed his hands on his sternum. He pressed into his chest, trying to save him. The repeated pressure on his hands only made them hurt more. '1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15' Crack. Hunter felt one of his brother's ribs break under the pressure. It sent a chill up his spine.

He tried.

As time passed, Hunter ignored the footsteps that had been growing louder in the hall. He tried to stay calm. Tears fell from his eyes as he tried to listen for any sign that Crosshair was alive.

Two guards walked into his cell and grabbed him. He kicked at them, trying to get away. As he watched the cell grow further he tired to figure out how to tell the others about Crosshair.

It wasn't long before he had to. As he heard three sets of footsteps his heart sank. What did he say? He fought against his chains for a moment before both hands slipped out of them. He stood as they entered the hall.

"Hunter" Echo said as he started to work on the door.

After a moment Wrecker asked the dreaded question, "where's Cross?"

Hunter sighed. "He's gone."

AI-less Whumptober Day 8: Panic Attack

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: After a bad day, Gabriel loses his temper and throws a vase at Adrien. Adrien realizes what happened the next day at school and struggles to stay calm.

Adrien couldn't focus. Even though he always liked history, not even that could keep him distracted. He started at the board but took no notes and didn't listen to the teacher.

    The night before had been stressful and not just because of the akuma attack. It was what came after that made things so much worse.

    The akuma had been simple. With the power to create monsters out of light, the victim had blinded the heroes for a while before they found away around it. The attack had started right before dinner and ended about 1am.

    Even simple things can take a while to fix. Ladybug and Cat Noir said their goodbyes and both headed home.

    When Adrien had arrived home he heard crashing from downstairs. Despite Plagg telling him not to check it out, he walked down the stairs. His footsteps were silent against the ground as he made his way to the ground floor.

    There was another crash. The child made his way to the source of the noise and gently opened the door to his fathers study. Gabriel held a smaller vase he had recently gotten because he had 'knocked over' the old one.

    "Dad?" Adrian asked softly.

    Gabriel sharply turned to look at him. Before Adrien could react there was a vase being hurdled in his direction. He tried to move but ended up being hit in the edge of his shoulder. The glass broke against the wall as the man shouted at him to get out.

    Adrian grabbed his shoulder and the door handle with his other hand. He ran out of the room, trying not to slam the door. He heard Gabriel call for him but he didn't care.

    When he got back to his room he looked at Plagg, "you were right."

    The bell broke Adrian's thought process for a moment. He looked at his non-existent notes and sighed. Placing the notebook back in his bag he looked at the time. It was almost the end of the day. He had one more class.

    As Adrian put his bag in his shoulder he winced. Wrong shoulder. He moved it to his other arm and got ready to leave the class. Nino stopped him, "you okay?"

    "Oh yeah! I'm fine!" Adrien smiled.

    "Okay." Nino sounded unsure.

    Adrien made his way to his next class. He sat down and pulled out his notebook. The room was almost silent. There was nothing to protect him from his mind, nothing to fill the void.

    After the boy had entered the room, he pulled off his shirt to see the damage. He was much calmer than he felt he should have been.

    "What happened?" Plagg asked, going to grab some bandages from Adrian's bathroom.

    "It was my father. He was destroying stuff in his study." He took the bandages out of Plagg's little hands and went to the bathroom to grab a disinfectant.

    "Did he throw something at you or something?" Plagg followed him.

    "Yeah, the new vase he got." He grabbed the spray from the cabinet and opened the cap. He sprayed it on his skin and placed a few bandaids on. He threw away the trash and changed into his pajamas.

    "Are you okay?" Plagg asked.

    "Yeah, just surprised." He laid down and fell asleep.

    Adrian wasn't sure why he had been so calm the night before. It didn't make sense. Why did this have to bother him now? He looked at the paper that had been placed in front of him. Then back at the time.

    Thirty minutes stood between now and when he would be going home. Adrian didn't want to go home. How would his father act? Would he apologize? Would he tell him to be quiet about it? Would he even say anything?

    As the questions ran though his mind his breathing started to speed up. He couldn't think straight. Adrian looked down at his paper and noticed he couldn't see straight.

    Plagg leaned against him, trying to calm him down.

    Adrian felt like he couldn't breathe, the questions still circulating in his mind . Would this happen again? What would have happened if he hadn't gone downstairs, hadn't left the room, hadn't moved?

    Tears fell from his eyes as his fellow students realized something was wrong. His breathing was out of control now. He brought one hand up to his chest. The teacher got on the phone and called the nurse.

    Alya who had been sitting behind him jumped off of her chair and came to his side. "Adrian? Are you okay?"

    The answer felt obvious, still he tried to shake his head yes.

    "Breath" she tried to comfort him by placing a careful hand on his shoulder but instead he flinched, shrinking away from her touch.

    "Did that hurt?" She asked, the concern in her voice growing more and more evident.

    Adrien nodded. The teacher led them to the hallway where Alya reassured him that she could take care of him.

    They stayed in the hallway for a while. Adrian pressed his back to the wall as he shook. He listened to Alya talk to him but couldn't understand her.

    "What's going on Adrian?"

    "I don't, want to go" his breath caught in his throat and he coughed. He felt sick. "home."

    "What happened?"

    "It's fine-" he leaned into her, grabbing her shoulders to stabilize himself. "Really, it's fine."

    "No, it's not fine. Alya rubbed her hand over his back, trying to calm him down. She let him stay there and cry for a while.

    As his breathing began to even out, he moved to look at her. She looked so, scared. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice still shaking and tears still falling.

    "Yeah I'm okay. I'm just worried about you."

    "I'm fine, a few things just piled up, that's all." He wiped the tears off his face. Alya handed him a tissue which he took. The two stood.

    Alya held her arms out for a hug. Adrien quickly expected it and they stayed there until the bell rang. She went into the class and grabbed their bags. She handed him his and walked him to the outside of the school building.

    "Are you going to be okay?" She asked.

    Adrien paused before answering. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you."

    "You sure?"

    "Yeah."

    "Call me if you need anything?"

    "Okay." Adrian walked towards the car. He sighed as he got in. Plagg hung close to him, trying to help keep him grounded. The boy stared out the window, unsure of what to do or what was next. At least he had Plagg.

AI-less Whumptober Day 9: Scar Reveal

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: After a fight Adrien is left to try and hide a nasty laceration that later becomes a scar.

    Adrien looked at the giant gash in his arm. "Hate to tell you but that's gonna scar, kid" Plagg flew in front of him.

    "Tis but a scratch." He looked at the laceration. It went from the middle of the back of his hand to his elbow. Blood flower down his arm. It dripped onto the floor. After a moment of shock, Adrian ran to his bathroom and grabbed a towel. He slammed it down onto his arm.

    "Can you grab the disinfectant from the cabinet?" He asked, shacking.

    "Didn't think it was that bad, did you?" He said as he grabbed the bottle from the medicine cabinet.

    "No." He kept his left arm on top of his right. The pressure hurt but it was better than passing out.

    When Adrien Adrien removed the towel Plagg hissed. "You might need to get that professional taken care of."

    "I can't." He rushed out of the room and scoured his room trying to find the small sewing kit that Marinette had given him.

    "Found it!" He stumbled back to the bathroom and placed the kit down quickly.

    As he opened it Plagg opened his mouth. "That's not safe" he said.

    "I know. He grabbed the disinfectant spray and sprayed down the needle as well as the thread. Before Plagg could stop him, the needle was in his skin.

    The boy cried as he sewed up his arm. It hurt more than he thought it would. Plagg stayed by his side until he finished.

    The only thread Adrien had was black. It stuck out against his pale skin. He cleaned up the outside of the wound, hiding the towel under his skin. He'd get rid of it later.

    Adrien looked at his handy work. "It could be worse." He grabbed the bandages from the cabinet and wrapped his arm in them.

    "True, you could be dead." He joked.

    The hero moved to his bed. He laid down and fell asleep.

    School was interesting. For the first week, Adrien felt like he hit his arm on everything. He tried to find ways out of gym.

    His friends noticed and tried to make his life just a little easier. Nino kept grabbing his bag before he could and taking it to his next class. It made him smile. Marinette made him some baked goods almost everyday.

    As Cat Noir, Plagg changed his suit to keep the skin tight aspect from hurting him. Instead it was like a loser fitting turtleneck with green accents. When Ladybug asked he just said he was just cold.

    Taking the stitches out hurt. He wasn't sure how so Adrien just cut the strings and pulled them out. After that he rewrapped his arm and hand. Slowly it started to heal to a point he didn't need to wrap it.

    Nathalie wanted to ask why the teen kept getting tea tree oil but decided it had to be some popular new skin care trend. Why would she complain about him having a skin care routine?

    As the weather started to warm up, his friends started to notice the long sleeves and gloves more. They weren't sure how to approach him. He couldn't just be cold anymore. They were concerned about him.

    When Adrien finally took off the gloves he had to get used to covering his hand in foundation and setting spray. He knew eventually the scar wouldn't be as intense.

    The jacket stayed. Nino decided he needed to know. What if he'd been hurt? What if he'd been hiring himself? Whatever it was, he needed to know.

   "Hey Adrien, meet me in the boiler room?" He nudged him.

    "Sure. When?"

    "Now's fine. It is lunch after all!" He grabbed his hand and dragged him to the boiler room.

    "So, what do you need?" Adrien asked confused but sweetly.

    "Is everything okay man?" He asked. "if you need to talk about something -"

    "Yeah everything's fine! What made you think that it wasn't?" He said nervously.

    "It's just that, you've been wearing the jacket for a bit and it's starting to get to a point where it's definitely too hot for that."

    Adrien looked away. "Yeah everything's fine. How about we go get lunch.?"

    "Yeah, let's do that." As Adrien started walking, Nino pulled on the back of the jacket pulling it off. Alya and Marinette came out from their hiding places. It seemed cruel, what they were doing, but in their eyes it had to be done.

    Adrien just stared at them. "What the heck?" He shouted. He tried to hide the large scar that stained his arm.

    This couldn't be happening. What if they realized where it had come from? He'd have to give up his place as Cat Noir. A world without being a hero seemed to feel like a trap. His breath caught just thinking about it.

    "Woah" Nino said, staring.

    "How did you-?" Alya asked.

    "I don't- I don't want to talk about it."

    The scar was long. Beside the almost straight line were smaller dots.

    Marinette thought the wound looked familiar but didn't think too hard about it. "I'm so sorry Adrien, we should have just left you alone."

    "Yeah, we're sorry." Alya grabbed the jacket from Nino and handed it to him.

    "We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Nino looked down.

    "I'm fine. I'd be a lot better if you hadn't done that." He sighed, "just don't tell anyone. Please."

    Nino and Alya nodded. "we promise." Marinette looked at him, "is there anything we can do to make it up to you?"

    "Just please don't mention it."

    "You know there's no shame in a scar right?" Nino said, leaning the group out of the boiler room.

    "I know I just don't want people to say anything." Adrien sighed. "it's just easier this way." He slipped the jacket back over his shoulders.

    "Maybe you'll be able to take that jacket off soon. It's not their business anyway." Alya opened the door, holding it for them.

    Adrien thought about that night. Only the villain had been there and Ladybug was a no show. "You know what, it'll be fine." He brought the jacket into his hands.

    "If you're sure." Nino led them back to the cafeteria. All eyes were on him as soon as he entered the room. People came up to him to question what had happened but he danced around the answer. They would get an answer out of him at some point. If not the kids at school, the press.

    It didn't take long before it was on social media. Adrien watched as his ride appeared and sighed. His father's reaction was the one he feared the most. But it didn't matter, it would come eventually. So when he entered the car after saying goodbye to his friends, he just sighed. "Let's get this over with."

AI-less Whumptober Day 10: Mouth Stitched Shut (Alt Prompt 21)

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Finnergrin gets tired of Callum trying to use magic to kill him, so he takes it into his own hands.

  "Fulminis!" Callum shouted. He aimed the attack at Finnergrin. A strong hand grabbed his wrist and the lightning shot up towards the sky. Then the world went dark.

    When Callum woke up he looked around. He was back under the deck of the Sea Legs. "Great" he mumbled.

    Finnergrin removed his feet from his desk and started to walk over to him. "That was quite the show you put on." He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small box with a gold trim. "As much as I would like to see that again, I think this will be for the better."

    Callum fought against his chains as Finnergrin opened the box. Whatever was in it was clearly not a good thing. He was surprised when he pulled out a needle.

    "What's that for?" Callum almost wanted to laugh but he knew he'd regret it if he did.

    "This is a needle. In this box I have stitches. If you can't talk, you're no threat." Yep, not funny.

    Callum tried to fight back. He pulled against his chains until his wrists burned. A crew member was instructed to come down to hold the mage in place.

    Finnergrin kneeled on Callum's legs. He loomed over him. He took the needle and the crew member snapped his head into place. "please don't do this! I'll give you the spell!" Callum shook.

    "The time for that has passed my boy. You reap what you sow." The boy tried to raise his legs. He tried to pull his body forward. When he ran out of options he tried to use magic.

    Before he got the chance to open his mouth, Finnergrin had already grabbed his bottom lip and was about to make the first stitch.

    The silver needle met with Callum's pail skin. It glided through his flesh. His eyes water both out of fear and pain.

    He never stopped fighting. As the needle went through his skin, he kept trying to escape. Tears fell from his eyes but they never softened. Hate and anger and a hit of fear was the only story they told. He tried to open his mouth but Finnergrin moved his other hand to hold his jaw.

    The stitches glided though his skin. They silenced him. Callum didn't like being silenced. It hurt sure but that would be temporary. This, this could be permanent. He had no intent of letting it be.

    When Finnergrin finished the last stitch he chuckled. "I admire your determination. He grabbed a rag from his desk and dipped it in some water.

    The mage noticed the taste of blood for the time. The only thing he could do was swallow it. Callum started to wonder what was next. He couldn't eat, he couldn't drink. At least not yet. He wouldn't let this be what took him down. He still needed to take down Aaravos, bring Rayla's parents back, and see Ezren grow up.

     Finnergrin put the rage on Callum's face and held it there for a moment. He took it away and looked at the crewmate. "Take him to see his friends."

    The crewmate unchained him from the poll and took him above deck. Callum stood angerly. His shoulders never dropped. His eyes were still filled with anger. Being angry felt easier than being scared.

    "Callum!" Ezren screamed.

    "What did you do to him?!" Rayla yelled, trying to go to him.

    "Are you okay?" Soren asked, trying to remain calm.

    Callum nodded. When he tried to say he was fine, he felt the stitches tug. "What's happen'?" Velads asked. 

    "Callum's mouth has been sawn shut" Soren told him.

    "Well, that's a problem."

    "No, it thought it was fine!" Rayla scowled.

    Callum tried to stop them. Ezren saw and calmed them down. Mostly.

    "It's going to be okay." Soren looked at the others. "He's going to be okay."

    No one knew what to do. Finnergrin came back from below deck and smiled. "Like my hand work?"

    "Why you little-" Rayla started before looking over at Ezren and chuckling nervously.

    Callum tried to walk over to his family. He couldn't reach them. It was starting to get dark. If they didn't find a way out Aaravos would be released and everything they love would be thrown into chaos. But what could they do? They had to think fast. Time never seemed to be on their side.

Part 2: _____

AI-less Whumptober Day 11: Drowning

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: An akumatised villain tries to drown Cat Noir.

  For being a Cat, Cat Noir enjoyed being in the water. When he expected it at least. But when Dark Cupid threw him into the water, he wasn't very happy about it.

    Kim loved the water. Adrien guessed even being akumatised couldn't stop that. When the villain came into the water was when Cat Noir felt he had a problem.

    When Dark Cupid grabbed his shoulders and kept his under the water, he knew he had a problem. He couldn't call on Plagg. He couldn't speak.

    Adrien started to panic. Calling on Cataclysm wouldn't help as long as he was below the water and couldn't use his power up. As he struggled, Dark Cupid kept him in his grasp.

    Water started to make its way into Adrien's lungs. He kicked and scratched but nothing worked. Ladybug had been a no show. She had told him the day before that she wouldn't be able to help him for the next few days becouse of a family event.

    His eyes hurt from the water. The world was becoming blurry and it was harder to fight the man. Adrian was terrified. He could feel everything. The water burned his lungs. Dark Cupid's nails stabbed into his shoulders.

    Cat Noir couldn't fight anymore. His energy was gone. As he started to wrap his head around the thought of death he felt Dark Cupid's grip loosen. Kim fell into the water and then grabbed him. He took him to the side of the river.

    "Oh fuck" he whispered as he looked at the hero. "I'm so sorry."

    Adrien coughed. He threw up the water and looked at Kim. He looked ready to cry. "It's not- your fault."

    "Are you okay?" He looked like he wanted to help him.

    "Yeah" he coughed out. "Are you?"

    Kim looked at his arms. "Yeah, it's not a big deal."

    Adrien fought through the fog. He watched as Kim tried to grapple the fact that he had almost drowned him. "Let's get that taken care of." He tried to stand. "I'll call an ambulance."

    "Okay." They waited in silence. When they got there, Cat Noir explained what had happened. They checked out Kim and before they got to Adrien, he was gone. They looked but decided to leave it. He was a hero, he could take care of himself.

AI-less Whumptober Day 12: Self Harm

Fandom: Spider-verse

Warning: Self injury

Summary: Miles used to love being a hero. Now it seems to be killing him.

  Miles loved being a hero. He loved the people and he loved the city. Yeah he was sore and tired most of the time but the cost never bothered him much.

    But then it happened. A little boy got caught in the cross fire. Miles held him as he died. He screamed and cried for his parents but they didn't get there in time.

    When the hero got home he tore off his costume. He started to cry as he threw it at the wall. Without much thought, Miles slammed his first I to his stomach. He did it again and again until he couldn't think about anything other than the pain.

    He fell to his knees and sobbed as he held his stomach. But the physical pain erased the mental pain. He already put himself in harms way, why not do what everyone else did? Take it out on him.

    As time went on, the hitting stopped being enough. When it stopped being enough, Miles went for the pocket knife his uncle had given him. He tore into his thigh. As the blood spilled he regretted his decision. What would happen if his parents found out?

    They would ask what he had to hate. But he couldn't tell them. There was no lie he could think of that would make sense. So there was no way they could ever know.

    Scars started to grow along side the once he was given by villains. His legs were the first victim of the knife, then his upper arms. Miles didn't dear cut his wrist. Summer would be a pain.

    Ganke started to notice something was wrong. He saw blood stains on his everyday clothing and found a rag that had been used to clean up blood.

    When he asked, Miles convinced him that the villains had just been more violent lately. Then he started to hide everything. Even small things.

    But the cuts grew worse. As the city started to wonder if Spider-Man was the hero he swore to be, Miles fel the pressure grow. He didn't handle pressure well anymore.

    As people died, he stopped doing well in school. When he stopped doing well, his parents talked to him. The asked what was wrong and why he was doing so poorly in his classes.

    As badly as he wanted to tell them, Miles just said he was tired. When they asked why, he got silent. It felt like he were living on lies.

    When Spider-Man got to his room he went to change into his pajamas. He looked in the mirror that was on the wall. He had bandages all over him and scars where the bandaids didn't cover. Miles felt tears falling from his eyes as he started to hyperventilate.

    He knew he needed to stop hiring himself, to get help. But how could he get help if he was a hero? All the help he needed was because he was a hero. The boy looked at his body in same. How could he have done this to himself?

    Miles hated being a hero. Sure he loved the people and the city but he was sore and tired all of the time. His body held the scars that he was given by himself and others. His mind held the trauma. He wondered if he'd be okay. 

AI-less Whumptober Day 13: Bloody Knuckles (Alt Prompt 1 )

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Waring: violents

Summary: After Adrien detransforms, he is pulled from his hiding place and has to fight the villain out of costume.

  Adrien wasn't sure what to do when he turned the corner and detransformed. He tried to hide at first, telling Plagg to get some cheese from his jacket as he planned what to do next. He slid into a classroom and dove under some chairs.

    "Cat Noir!" A singsong voice teased.

    "Fuck" he whispered. "Plagg hurry please."

    "There's no cheese!" He whispered harshly.

    "Go find something. Meet me back here." As Plagg snuck off, Adrien brought him knees in further.

    Sound Steeler was mad at the world. After being in a car crash, she was informed that her hearing would never be the same. An injury near her ear made even loud noises sound like whispers. Now as she stole others hearing, she could hear everything. She wouldn't stop until she found the man who did this to her.

    The sound of Adrien's breathing was too loud. Sound Steeler grabbed him from under the chairs. She threw him across the room and into the wall. It hurt more than he remembered.

    "Look, a straggler!" She screamed. Without another word and without reason, the villain attacked.

    Adrien moved from his place against the wall just in time. He grabbed a chair and hurled it at her. "Hey! What did I do?"

    "Nothing! Isn't it funny how that happens?!" Adrien ducked under a table and went to the other side. As Sound Steeler went to get him from the side he entered, the hero grabbed a metal water bottle and slammed into her head. She looked up and scowled. "You little bitch!" 

   Then she grabbed him. Adrien didn't want to hurt anyone. As Cat Noir he could avoid having to fight. But out of his costume it was too dangerous.

    The next thing he knew he was standing up. He had pulled the akuma off of her belt and was standing there. Adrien hid under a table as Plagg flew back in the room to transform.

    "Are you okay?" He asked the girl. She looked to be maybe sixteen.

    She stood up. "what?"

    Cat Noir nodded his head and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the destroyed room. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah."

    "Cataclysm." Cat Noir reached and destroyed the butterfly. "Let's get you home." He wrote.

    "I'm sorry" She almost yelled. Adrien just smiled. He took her home before returning to his school. The classroom was still destroyed.

    "Hey Adrien!" Nino yelled. "That was crazy!" He looked down. "What happened?"

    Adrien looked down. "Oh. Ummm." Blood fell from his fingers. Not much but it still stood out on the floor. His knuckles were torn and he realized just how much his hands hurt. He wanted to slam his hands behind him but instead he just stood there.

    The boy started to shake. How long had it been? Did anyone else see? He wondered why Ladybug hadn't showed up and began to panic as he remembered he would have to explain to his father why his hands had been so messed up.

    "You okay?" Nino started to get more concerned. "Here, come with me. Let's get away from the crowd." Before Adrien could disagree, Nino was leading him away.

    They entered the boiler room. Nino looked at Adrien. "Okay, so what happened?"

    "How do I explain this to my father?"

    "I think that's the wrong thing to be upset over."

    As Adrien brought his hands up to his chest, be stared at them. This had never happened before. He looked at the blood and the tares in his skin. He moved his fingers and hissed before looking back at Nino. "I'm never going to be allowed out of the house again."

    Tears went to Adrien's eyes. Everything at once hit him. Here he was, standing in front of his best friend in a room they shouldn't even be in, hands tattered because he had beat the shit out of the victim who attacked him, and the thing he was scared of the most was his father.

    Nino sat down and motioned for Adrien to do the same. He did. "Bro, what happened?"

    "The akuma" he started. He took his hands into lap and rested them there. "I had gotten stuck in the classroom that got destroyed. When I heard Sound Stealer coming I dove under some chairs.

    Adrien stopped to breathe. "She pulled me from under the chairs and, my back hurts. Actually everything hurts." He leaned into Nino.  "I had to do something. She was gonna kill me. When I broke the akumatised object she wasn't hurt."

    "Yo where the hell was Cat Noir and Ladybug?" Nino raised his voice.

    "Ladybug wasn't at the fight and Cat Noir ran out of time."

    "I'm gonna sneak into the nurse's office and see if I can get you some bandages and disinfectant. I'll be right back." Nino stood up and headed out the door.

    Adrien sat there. "You good kid?" Plagg asked.

    "What took you so long?"

    "There was nothing to eat nearby!" The kwami swore.

    "It's fine." Nino returned.

    "Okay so I don't know what I'm doing." He took out his phone and looked up what to do. He put some disinfectant on each cut and wrapped his hand gently. "Just tell your father the truth. Or actually that's one of the worst ideas I've ever had. Let's find you some gloves."

    "Okay." They looked around the school until they came to the conclusion that they would have to buy some.

    "I'll sneak into your house and give them to you. Sound good?"

    "Nino, I don't think you should come in." Adrien pulled off his backpack and handed him a folder. "Here, just say I forgot it."

    Nino took the folder, "sneaky, I like it."

    Later that day, Nino brought Adrien his folder. When Adrien looked inside, a pair of black fingerless gloves rested in it with a note. "I thought these would be less inconspicuous. Love ya bro and good luck!" Adrien smiled. At Least now he didn't have to worry about his father. Didn't stop his hands from hurting though. 

AI-less Whumptober Master List!

This was quite a fun challenge with some really fun prompts! I look forward to next year! This is as far as I got this year but if I post anymore I'll update this!

Each Fandom has been assigned a color to make it easier to find something you may be interested in! Summaries are with each story!

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Nimona, The Bad Batch, The Clone Wars, The Dragon Prince, Spider-verse

Day 1: Disowned By Family (Alt Prompt )

Day 2: Exhaustion

Day 3: Sensory Deprivation/Isolation

Day 4: Hiding an Injury

Day 5: Non-consensual Touching (Alt Prompt 5)

Day 6: "It Should Have Been Me."

Day 7: CPR/Restrained

Day 8: Panic Attack

Day 9: Scar Reveal

Day 10: Mouth Stitched Shut

Day 11: Drowning

Day 12: Self Harm

Day 13: Bloody Knuckles (Alt Prompt 1)