Stitches

A little story for @marchwhumpness, Day 25. Topic: "stitches"

CN: body horror

Stitches, by Christina Nordlander

Camillus and I – not his wife, and he was not my husband, – woke to bars of powdery sunlight through the gaps in the blinds. That was not what had woken me.

I had a nauseating pain, making me gasp. It concentrated to a section of my right side. The flesh was fever-warm, but only there.

My screams woke Camillus.

For a moment, he was just confused, trying to comfort me. He must have felt something tug against his movement.

He fumbled along his left side. His lips blanched for the scream when he touched swollen flesh, blushing and shiny, and four hard black stitches.

THE END

hello fellow pirates here is the aforementioned promised fic update!! it's something that's been on my mind for a few months now and i'm glad i got to put it to paper!!

oh yeah this was for @marchwhumpness Day 10: "I'm going to kill him/her/them". I bent the prompt a bit because it's never explicitly said with those words buuuuut it's very much the same meaning lol

also this is my last potc fic for a bit i'm heading back into my main fandom for their event month and will be working on a longfic for it this summer as well. i'll likely be back to potc writing as soon as that longfic is finished! goal is september but i'm weird with deadlines imposed by myself lmao just ask my mutuals and readers XD

Emergency Room Rush

For @marchwhumpness prompt 5: appendicitis

Field Trip Debacle

Very very late submission for @marchwhumpness day 3 prompt: blood sugar

March Whumpness 11-15

1-5 / 6-10

@marchwhumpness

despite being a big fan of the physical side of things, most of my fics for this month so far have tended towards a more "emotional angst" style (with a small side dish of physical harm), and that continues here— except i return to @tachiharas-brother's lab au in two of these, which is a glorious arena for physical whump, and wrote my first straight-up torture of the month in 15~

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Breathless: whatever happened to that good sweet boy who wasn't ever really real, idolish7, 919 words

After escaping the lab, Momo decides that he likes the ocean.

"Who did this to you?": paper-thin facade, pandora hearts, 100 words

Accidentally hurt by a friend: snowmelt, berserk, 355 words

Bleeding out/Blood: you don't need to treat me kindly, idolish7, 100 words

Bad caretaker: positives & negatives tremble, idolish7, 1.9k

A dog should know its place.

[Set in advanced_fanatic's laboratory AU.]

March whumpness 2025 by @marchwhumpness

Day 14: Accidentally hurt by a friend

Fandom: World of Warcraft

Characters: Arivios (oc), Celine (oc), Taranias (oc) (just a bit of the last two)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologise for any errors. I also won’t mind if someone points them out (spelling, grammar etc.) It would help me improve :)

To say that that meeting Neltharion in Aberrus made Arivios feel disappointed would be the easiest way to describe it. There were different feelings, of course, like sadness, anger, desperation, and even a bit of excitement when he noticed dragon’s charm and immediately understood where the other black dragons got it from, but mostly the negative feelings, and since it was rather hard to name them all, Arivios decided to stay on the „disappointed” part.

 He didn’t know what he expected when they first entered Aberrus, other than lots of fighting and chasing Sarkareth, but when Echo of Neltharion appeared and started talking to Sabellian and Wrathion, Arivios got excited and hoped that he would be noticed as well. After all, he was one of his dracthyrs, and the others referred to him as the „father”, so why wouldn’t Arivios see him as a father figure as well?

 Alas, Neltharion seemed to be only interested in his real sons, and Arivios was too shy to try and initiate a talk on his own. Why would he dare to speak to the ex–Earth Warder? He was only a dracthyr.

Then, when they reached the lower levels, when Neltharion paralyzed Sabellian and Wrathion, and then turned against the champions, Arivios felt said disappointment and quickly lost all the hope of getting any kind of attention from his „father”. Without hesitation, he joined the fight and buried any last thoughts of a possible connection, accepting the fact that there was no real parental figure for him in this world.

Arivios’ position was in the back, where he fought side by side with Taranias – he thought it was funny how tiny the mage seemed to be, when Arivios was in his visage – while the others were spread around the room, fighting the Echo, as well as summoned by him creatures. Arivios was impresed how synchronized with each other they were. Not in the way the dracthyrs were, with their trained formations and maneuvers, but in a more natural flow. Each with their own magic and abilities, and yet each fitting perfectly with their companions.

Suddenly, Neltharion turned his head towards Arivos and smirked to himself. The yellow eyes pierced the dracthyr with intensity and filled him with terror, making Arivios realize that he didn’t want any kind of attention from the black dragon anymore. The ex–Earth Warder raised his hand, and Arivios felt his influence, like shadow tentacles wrapping around his mind. He stopped casting spells and grabbed his head in desperation.

„Arivios? What’s happening?” asked Taranias, nervously.

Arivios didn’t respond, still fighting the pressure of the intrusive presence inside his brain.

„Evoker,” Neltharion’s voice echoed inside dracthyr’s mind, „every breath you take is for my purpose!”

With those words, Arivios lost control of his body. Forced by Neltharion’s influence, he turned towards Taranias and, before the young mage was able to react, grabbed him by his throat and raised up.

„A–vios…” Taranias wheezed through his squeezed throat and tried to break out from his grasp by kicking and pulling away.

 „Yes!” laughed Neltharion, while the Echo was still fighting the others. „The only reason for your existence is to serve me!”

 The lack of control over himself was horrible, but made Arivios think, that Neltharion might be right. After all, dracthyrs were only made to serve.

 He took a breath, ready to unleash flames upon the choking mage, when a sudden swish of a hook on a chain flew in front of him, interrupting him. Before he was able to acknowledge what was happening, Celine, pulled by the chain, whirled through the air and cut off Arivios’ hand. The limb fell on the floor, as well as Taranias, desperately gasping for air, while Celine landed between his husband and Arivios, furious and ready to attack again.

 „I don’t want to kill you!” he yelled, „but if I had to, I won’t fucking hesitate!”

 The words didn’t fully reach Arivios, who was roaring in pain and holding his wounded arm. He collapsed on his knees, filled with agony from physical wounds as well as Neltharion’s constant pressure on his mind.

Whether it was thanks to the pain, Celine’s terrifying fury, or the realization that he almost killed his companion, Arivios slowly started taking back control of his body. He also noticed that the wound started healing rapidly. He raised his head and saw that one of the healers, Spe, was reaching his hand towards him, clearly mending to his wounds, even when he was still under Neltharion’s influence.

Those are my friends, he realized. Those are my friends and father… And this Echo is trying to make me kill them!

He took a deep breath, shaking off the rest of Neltharion’s influence, and with a clear head, he looked up at Celine, and nodded.

„I’m fine. I’m back.”

Celine looked at him for a second, searching for any sign of danger in the dracthyr, but finally decided that he was saying the truth. Then he turned towards Taranias and helped him get up.

„Are you alright?” Celine asked with worry.

„Yes,” Taranias voice was still hoarse, but he was able to speak. „Quick, the rest needs us.”

Celine frowned, but finally nodded and threw himself back into the battle.

Arivos also managed to get up from his knees, and suddenly felt the pressure on his mind once more.

„You insolent creature! Listen to me!” roared Neltharion. „You were made to serve!”

„No!” Arivios responded out loud and turned towards the Echo, who gave him a surprised look. „I won’t let you make me hurt my friends!”

„Pity,” Neltharion smirked and turned away from the dracthyr. „Then you shall die with them.”

And so Arivios didn’t get any more attention from Neltharion. Not that he cared. Instead, he went back into the fight, focused on supporting his friends.

March whumpness 2025 by @marchwhumpness

Day 12: “Who did this to you?”

Fandom: World of Warcraft

Characters: Julia (oc), Kor'vas, Illidan (just a bit of both of them)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologise for any errors. I also won't mind if someone points them out (spelling, grammar etc.) It would help me improve :)

It references this story.

Julia was panting from exhaustion and bleeding from a few wounds across her body. Her leather armor was torn on her back, and she felt cold on her skin, but fortunately, the hit only scratched the clothes and did not reach her flesh.

 Her enemy stood a few feet in front of her, just as beaten and tired – a dreadlord with a shit–eating grin on his face. He was a worthy opponent and their fight lasted for a while already.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: DCU, Teen Titans - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dick Grayson/Tara Markov, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Tara Markov, Tara Markov & Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Slade Wilson & William Randolph Wintergreen, William Randolph Wintergreen & Tara Markov Characters: Tara Markov, Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, William Randolph Wintergreen Series: Part 2 of Devil’s Bargain au Summary:

Snapshots from Dick and Tara’s apprenticeships with Slade and their developing relationship with each other

Souvenir is now a collection of apprentice era Robterra (as opposed to Break Your Heart Again, which takes place much later) 

writing challenges under the cut

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Day 1: “I’m Fine”

@marchwhumpness

(I’m late bc i didn’t know this existed)

Characters: Meteor (ffxiv), Seraphina (ffxiv oc)

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Seraphina toyed with the ring hanging around her neck, gaze far away and distant.

"Hey, Seraphina?"

Seraphina was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Meteor's voice. She glanced up at the man, who was gazing at her with a concerned look.

"Ever since Alphinau said we'd be going to Ishgard, you've been distant,"

"I'm fine," she mumbled

"Clearly not," muttered Meteor, "Come on, talk to me,"

"Remember my whole "from another universe" discussion?"

"Yeah?"

"And how I mentioned I almost married someone?"

"Yeah? That someone died before he could ask you,"

"He lived…lives in Ishgard,"

"Oh…" said Meteor, "Yikes,"

"Yeah, His name was-is Haurchefant Greystone and we are going to meet him again,"

"Are you afraid to see him again?"

"Of course I am!" exclaimed Seraphina, turning wildly to face the Warrior of Light, "The last he knew of me, I was a hero, the Warrior of Light! I feel like I no longer deserve him after my whole Warrior of Nothingness stunt!"

Seraphina looked away, tears blurring her vision.

"Plus, he only ever falls in love with the Warrior of Light. I am no longer the Warrior of Light,"

Meteor didn't know what to say, but he placed a hand on her shoulder anyway. Seraphina glanced at him.

"From how you've described him in the past, I do not think he will ever hate you, I think he would have lamented not being there to help you when you needed it the most,"

Seraphina teared up, a sob hitting her throat like a fist.

"Did you ever get to mourn him?"

"No…No I was so focused on revenge and then there was the liberation of Doma and Ala Migho and I feel to Nothingness not long after,"

"Then mourn him now,"

"But he's alive now?"

"Mourn your Haurchefant, mourn that man,"

Tears fell down Seraphina's face. Choked sobs escaped from behind the hand she rose to cover any sound. Meteor pulled her close to him as Seraphina sobbed uncontrollably.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Alphinaud enter the room. He froze, looking between the Hyur and the Viera before slowly back out of the room.

Meteor tightned his grip as Seraphina broke for the first time since she had arrived in this other Erozea.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63794014

@marchwhumpness day 11, breatless

March Whumpness 6-10

1-5

@marchwhumpness

these fics are introspective and comparatively more mellow, aside from a fight scene for nagi~

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Alone: waiting on your validation - idolish7, 100 words

Car Accident: outclassed - idolish7, 1.1k

Nagi tries to take the terrorists who are threatening his brother down and wakes up as a hostage.

Exhaustion: gave too much of my heart tonight - idolish7, 259 words

A soft moment.

Chronic Illness/Chronic Pain: maladaptive - fma (m&b), 100 words

“I’m going to kill them”: monster complex - fma (m&b), 100 words

March whumpness 2025 by @marchwhumpness

Day 10: “I’m going to kill him/her/them.”

Fandom: World of Warcraft

Characters: Celine (oc), Taranias (oc), Aithan (oc)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologise for any errors. I also won't mind if someone points them out (spelling, grammar etc.) It would help me improve :)

 The attack on Dalaran happened out of nowhere. Suddenly, void portals appeared all over the sky and streets, unleashing hordes of the Nerubians upon the unsuspecting citizens of Dalaran.

 Taranias and Celine were together at that time, and when the attack started, they immediately rushed to find Aithan and Arivi, who had been helping with the teleportation of the city. They ran through the streets of Dalaran, fighting the Nerubians on their way towards the Violet Citadel, where they hoped to find their friends.

March whumpness 2025 by @marchwhumpness

Day 9: Chronic illness/chronic pain

Fandom: Heroes of Might and Magic

Characters: Romania (oc), Andreé (oc)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologise for any errors. I also won't mind if someone points them out (spelling, grammar etc.) It would help me improve :)

 Romania once again woke up in pain. Each time she got stabbed, hit, knocked off her pegasus, struck with a spell, or seriously damaged in any other way, the painful days would become more frequent, hurting especially around the mortal wounds that Romania survived only thanks to the healing magic, or literally did not survive and was resurrected shortly after. Alas, it seemed that even magic was not able to fully fix such serious injuries.

March Whumpness Fics 1-5

let's hear it for my total work count on ao3, which is going up rapidly this month! @marchwhumpness

the first fic here is probably the most severe that i'll write, with an e rating and a rape/non-con warning; the others mostly focus on violence or emotional angst, though since this is whump, check in with the tags on each~

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"I'm Fine": Tiger X Cage - idolish7, 2.6k

An excerpt from Torao’s school days.

Drown/Near Drowning: you're coming down with me - pandora hearts, 100 words

"Don't Go/Don't Leave Me": o blessed king of longing - berserk, 341 words

Griffith doesn't have much to hold onto, in here.

Low Blood Sugar: If You Have Problems In Life, Just Improve Your Diet - gintama, 100 words

(Alt. Prompt) Betrayal: all i know is that i know nothing - berserk, 284 words