Whumptober Day 7: Rodio Silent/"Can You Hear Me?"

Whumptober Day 7: Rodio Silent/"Can You Hear Me?"

Fandom: Spider-verse

Warning: In the tags for story reasons

Summary: Jefferson gave Spider-Man a radio in case he might need to reach out, hoping he never had to. Miles was glad he had it.

  When Jefferson learned that Spiderman was a young teenager he decided to give him a radio. He wanted to make sure that he was safe. If he needed nothing or god forbid the boy ended up injured while fighting a villain, it seemed to bring both of them comfort that knowing he could reach out.

    It was a beautiful day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sun shined over the city. It was reality calm until a villain decided to break that fragile peace.

    Miles had been taking a science test when his teacher got a phone call. He stealthy took his phone out and looked at the news. It was time for him to go.

    He walked up to his teacher's desk and asked to use the bathroom. She nodded. As he got close to the window in the boy's bathroom he heard the announcement that the school was going into lockdown due to a villain attack.

    Spider-Man jumped from the window and headed to the scene. He webbed his radio to his leg. It was smaller than average policy radios, maybe the size of a child's walky talky. It helped Miles to know that if he really needed it he could reach out to someone.

    The villain of the week called himself 'Pit Viper'. He was dressed in a green suit that had a scale pattern everywhere. His hair was black and his eyes seemed to be some shade of blue. He wore a black face mask that went down to his neck. He had a sword and a holster for a dagger.

    "Plan to get stabby?" Spiderman asked when he arrived .

    When the fight started, everything seemed fine. Every fight had its dangers. That was something Miles had expected already. As soon as he pulled the sword out of Viper's hand he felt that he had made a mistake.

    As the clouds started to take over the sky, it started to seem like Spiderman would lose. But every time he got knocked down, he got back up.

    Pit Viper unsheathed his dagger. He pulled a small vile from his pocket and slid the bottom of the knife open. He put the mystery vile in the handle. He closed it and smiled.

    "Whatcha got there?" Miles said as he went to attack once again.

    "You'll find out soon enough." Not long after, Miles got struck by the knife. It wasn't a large wound, just a small gash on his arm. Sure it hurt but it wasn't anything that would stop him.

    Then he started to feel nauseous. As he webbed down the villain, the man started to laugh violently. "You might have taken me down, but it seems that you will fall tonight."

    Spiderman grabbed his radio and informed the police that he had caught the villain. He stumbled off towards school. He didn't make it that far before he landed in an alley.

    Miles fought to get his mask off before he threw up. He put one hand on the brick wall in front of him and the other on his stomach. His breathing sped up as he walked a little further in the alley, away from the sight of the city. He threw up again and slid down the wall, tearing his suit and skin.

    The world felt like it was spinning. Miles fought through the fog and grabbed for his radio. His body felt like it was on fire and his head was heavy. He pulled the radio to his mouth and spoke into it. "Mr. Morales, are you there?" He asked.

    "What can I do for you Spiderman?" He asked.

    "I think-" Miles rested his head on the wall behind him. "I think I'm dying."

    Jefferson looked over at his partner. "Where are you son?" Concern laced his words.

    The hero stuttered out the street number.

    "We're nearby" his partner said. "He's young, maybe you can keep him calm?"

    Jefferson called for an ambulance over the radio then spoke to Spiderman again. "Help is on the way. I'm on the way. Just hold."

     "I'll try" Miles said, shacking. He listened to his father talk to him and answered the best he could.

    "What happened?"

    "Viper." He shuttered and tried to pull his legs to his chest.

    "How are you feeling? What's happening?"

    "Like shit."

    "Language."

    "Sorry." Miles's voice shook and it sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

    "It's okay. Just hang in there." Jefferson sighed. He put his head in his hand.

    "I'm scared" he whispered. He leaned over to his side and threw up again. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He was in pain.

    "It's going to be okay."

    The world started to get blurry. "I'm sorry" he choked out. He threw up again. Miles tried to stand. He moved slightly to the side. His knees fell and he couldn't support his hands anymore.

    "You don't need to apologize. Do you know what Viper did?" There was no response. "Spiderman?"

    Fear struck into Jefferson's heart. He couldn't shake the feeling that everything was going to change. "Spiderman are you there?"

    The radio rested in Miles's lap. He listened to his father talk but couldn't do anything to respond.

    "Can you hear me?" Panic slipped into his voice like hot tea slides down your throat. "Son, can you hear me?"

    Miles fought to answer. Yet the radio remained silent. He couldn't force himself to get up this time.

    "Spiderman, we'll be there soon. Just hang on." The silents made the air thick and time slow down. It felt like he was moving though quicksand. Jefferson wasn't sure why he felt the way he did. He worked closely with the hero but it almost felt like his own family was in danger.

    Silence fell over the car.

    Miles thought he could hear sirens. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The sounds of the city started to disappear, the wall in front of him looked foggy, and his body felt strange.

    As soon as the car stopped Jefferson was out on the sidewalk. The ambulance hadn't arrived yet. "Wait here" he yelled to his partner.

    As the man entered the alley he could smell the horrible smell of vomit. He walked passed it and found the hero leaned against the wall. He ran over to him.

    "Can you hear me?" Jefferson looked at the hero's face. "Miles" he said breathlessly.

    Miles tried to give him a smile.

    "It's going to be okay Miles."

    The teen started to fade in and out of consciousness. He thought about his life for a moment.

    "Stay with me Miles!" He felt his father's hand cuff his face gently. "Miles? Can you hear me? Please say something!" He felt the hand move and an arm around his body. He listened to his father cry. "Please."

    "You did good kid. Come on, your uncle wants to see you." Miles looked up to see Peter Parker looking at him. Not Peter B Parker but Peter Parker.

    "Wait but-"

    "They'll be okay."

    "Okay."

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.

Whumptober Day 2: "They Don't Care About You."

Fandom: Nimona

Summary: A story from when Ballister was younger. Todd never was nice to him, even when they were young.

Waring: Some violence

Ballister didn't want to be here. He didn't want Todd to be looking over him. He felt small even if he was only a bit shorter than him. He held him to the wall, not letting him do so much as move.

    Boldheart looked past Todd to his fellow knights in training. They had never helped him before so he didn't really know why he tried.

    Sureblade grabbed Ballister's face and forced him to look at him, "they won't help you."

    Hands wrapped around the man's throat, "They don't care about you."

   Pulling his arms up, Bal clawed at Todd's hands. He scratched himself but the marks on Todd's hands were worse.

    The world started to feel strange. He eyed the other who had all gone back to what they had been doing but faster.

    That's when he realized, they truly didn't care about him. Here he was being choked out and they would rather finish what they're doing then help. They would rather let him suffer then do anything at all.

    They other trainees sure but what about Ambrosius? What about him? And the Director? Did she care? The queen? The one who believed in him from the beginning, the one who gave him a chance?

    Did they pity him? Did they care? What would he do if they didn't? What if he was alone after all? What if Todd was right?

    The world started to fade. Ballister tried kicking at Todd but nothing worked. As his vision blurred he stopped fighting so hard.

    After a moment Todd tossed him to the ground. Leaving him unconscious on the dirty floor.

    When Ballister awoke on the floor, alone, he didn't bother getting up yet. He lied on the floor knowing he needed to get up anyway. He stood and looked at the wall then to the rest of the room.

    Meeting his eyes in the mirror felt cold and lonely. But he was lonely. Ballister walked over to the mirror and punched the glass. Then, with a bloody hand he walked towards the door.

    No one had come to look for him. Maybe Todd was right he thought, maybe no one cared about him.

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.

Whumptober Day 1: "How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up?"

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: Crosshair is blinded by an explosion.

Boom. Explosions come with fire and fire comes with bright lights. Bright lights are blinding, expectantly to someone with strengthened eyes.

Suddenly Crosshair couldn't see. The world just went black. He fell to the ground, grabbing his face. He felt around trying to find his gun.

The clone's eyes burned. They were watery and sore, and now he had a headache. It was the first time he really realized just how loud a battle field could be. Having no sight made Crosshair pay more attention to his other senses.

He felt the strangely warm ground under him and how it shook when the bombs went off. He felt the sweat and grim on his skin. The terrible smell of iron and smoke filled his nostrils and feld into his lungs. The battle was loud. Far louder then he had ever noticed before. Yelling, explosions, blaster fire, droids, and the screams of the regs he swore not to care about.

Hunter looked around him. No one was there. There was no one to cover him.

But that didn't matter. Regardless, he rushed over to Crosshair to retrieve him from the field.

"Crosshair! Can you stand." He knelt beside him. "Are you okay?"

"I can't see!" He yelled.

Hunter's blood ran cold as panic flowed through his veins. "It's okay!" He grabbed his and took him behind a nearby rock.

He placed him carefully behind the rock and grabbed his blaster with his right hand.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" The sergeant held up 4 fingers.

"Hunter I can't fucking see! I don't know!"

"Okay. It's alright."

"Why the hell would you ask that?! I told you I can't see!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't know what kind of 'can't see'!"

Crosshair was shaking. What was he if not his sight? It was the reason he was created, his one use in the war was to be a soldier; to be a sniper.

"Is it getting any better?"

"No." Crosshair just about whispered.

"It's alright." Hunter looked around. He peaked behind the rock to see how far the droids had advanced. It was more than he would have liked. He shot a few then turned back to Crosshair. Now he just needed to figure out how to get out of there alive.

"What's going on?" Crosshair asked.

"It's okay. We just need to move."

"And where?"

"I'm working on that."

The woods weren't too far away. Maybe he could pull them there? Hunter could hear the air support flying in. He grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on."

Hunter started running. Crosshair has no idea where they were going. But even so, he trusted his brother to get him to safely. Then Cross heard the air support. Moving made more sense now. Had they been behind the rock, they likely would have been blown up by there own team.

As the bombs were released Hunter pulled his brother to the ground, covering him. As his ears rang, he pulled him back to his feet and got them into the woods.

Crosshair didn't know what was happening. "Hunter! Hunter what is going on?!"

A few trees deep into the woods, Hunter pulled them to the ground. "It's okay."

"Where are we?"

"The woods. We'll wait here until reinforcements get here. It's okay." He pulled his arm up and as he went to comm his brothers, Wreckers voice came over the device.

"Where are you?" His voice shook with a sense of uncertainty that neither had heard his a while.

"The woods. Cross and I got pushed back."

"We will be there shortly." Tech chimed in.

"Crosshair can't see. I don't know if it's permanent or not."

"Alright. We will get it sorted out."

"Thanks Tech." Hunter turned off the device and looked at Crosshair. He looked unsure, almost like he was scared. Because he was.

Crosshair was terrified. "What happens if it's permanent?"

The question took Hunter off guard. "I'm not sure. But it'll be okay. Is it getting any better?"

"A little."

"See, it'll be okay."

"Yeah, it'll be okay."

Soon the rest of the batch would be there. They would take a half blind sniper back to a medic and keep fighting until the battle was won. And when they returned to see how their brother was, Crosshair had never been so happy to see them