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Marti | 25 | she/her | writing whump to escape the stress of living in Poland | captivity whump, creepy whumpers, defiant/resilient whumpees, torture, emotional whump, happy endings | occasional 18+ content | variety sideblog @earl-e-demise
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Another Arrival

Timeline: set after Difficult Conversations, Part Two.

contents: recovery from slavery whump and forced relationship, illness, medical setting (medbay on a space ship), mention of therapy, very vaguely implied past death.

Disclaimer: Nathaniel is an abusive father. Neither he nor Wren ever addressed the abuse, so they sporadically kept in touch after Wren moved out. Because of that Nathaniel will be appearing in a few post-captivity pieces. There will be a resolution to this arc later on, but for now every piece featuring him will be tagged with his name, as well as #tw childhood abuse and/or #tw childhood trauma where applicable. Stay safe!

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About twenty-four hours before arriving on Earth Wren wakes up shivering, feeling as if his head had been stuffed full of cotton, pressing against his skull, causing constant dull pain.

“That… was to be expected,” Vitkus says after taking his temperature. “You caught a cold.”

“Just a cold?” Wren looks at her in disbelief, wrapping the blanket he’s been given tighter around himself. “I feel like shit.”

“You spent a long time on a whole different planet with alien viruses and bacteria,” Vitkus explains, pulling a chair closer to sit by his side. “Your immune system is… struggling.”

Wren hums, letting his eyelids drop for a moment. It makes sense. It’s been years, but he can still vaguely remember the fever after being bitten by an alien animal, and Daniel telling him afterwards that it must have been caused by the bacteria on its teeth. Then he must have gotten used to them, and now… now this ship is an alien environment, and Earth will be too.

“Great,” he sighs. “Defeated by the common cold.”

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Difficult Conversations, Part Two

Trope: Survivor’s Guilt

Fandom: Original Work

[gray for requested, blue for completed]

Timeline: set after Difficult Conversations, Part One.

contents: rescue and recovery from slavery whump and forced relationship, medical setting (medbay on a space ship), trauma,  discussion of death and broken whumpees, referenced noncon kissing, downplaying trauma, swearing.

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Hey. Sorry I haven't called you. Let's talk in person when I'm back, okay? It's just a few more days.

Alright.

Wren stares at the single word, the response that came not even a minute after he sent his message, and exhales slowly. Doubts are tearing him apart, he should call, that’s the right thing to do, but he can’t imagine himself doing that just yet.

Not over a call.

He runs his fingers over the strap of the communicator circling his wrist, just to remind himself that it’s there. Johnson gave it to him and let him keep it, and he didn’t expect just how comforting having it would be.

Something he couldn’t get his hands on for two years. A link to civilization.

Before he can turn the communicator off, the sound of a new message makes him flinch. 

I’m glad you’re okay.

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Difficult Conversations, Part One

Timeline: set after Lost in Space.

contents: rescue and recovery from slavery whump and forced relationship, medical setting (medbay on a space ship), wounds, trauma, referenced: recapture attempt, major character death, mouth gore, noncon touch, noncon kisses, branding.

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Wren barely registers being carried back to the medbay, his mind filled with a chorus of he’s dead, he’s really dead, he can’t hurt me anymore, I’m free. His shirt is removed, the reopened wound cleaned and secured with bandages. The medic crouches in front of him, studies him, and he looks her in the eye with an absent smile. He’ll be okay, he’s just in shock. He can’t quite understand her words, any words, really, and then there are more gentle ones, can you lie down? you need to rest, and he finds himself looking at the smooth metal ceiling again. He takes a deep breath and shudders at the spike of pain under his ribs.

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Darkness Day

For @brutal-nemesis Whump of the Month.

Remember Bradley McKenna from Caged Canary? Well, recently I’ve been toying with a very loose AU in which he’s a good guy who gets kidnapped by a group of villains led by a woman going by the name of The Puppetmaster. You don’t need to be familiar with the original (barely started) story to understand this drabble, as they don’t have much in common save for the character of Bradley.

Context for this particular piece (which is just one of the possible timelines of the AU, not necessarily canon): Bradley has the power of metalkinesis, but to use it he needs to see the object he wants to manipulate.

contents: captivity whump, heroes and villains, lady whumper, eye whump (not gore), blinding, medical setting, referenced failed escape attempt, creepy villain whumper, hero whumpee, manhandling, self-loathing, feelings of loss.

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Somehow he immediately knew what was going to happen when the door to his cell opened. The villains who came for him didn't say a word, but their silence was tense, had been ever since he tried to escape. As they led him through the winding hallways he feared that his heart would crush his ribcage, and he could already feel sobs forming in his throat. He gritted his teeth, trying not to break down, when they reached their destination and soft beeping filled his ears.

He couldn't stop a fearful whimper from escaping him when they lifted him up and forced him to lie down on a table; his breath caught in his throat when they closed restraints around his wrists and ankles, immobilizing him. The blindfold was removed and he squeezed his eyes shut when light flooded him, and so did despair when he realized that soon there would be no need for that, that he wouldn't be blinded by light ever again.

He blinked and looked around. The room he found himself looked like a fairly regular clinic, which meant… The villains who had brought him here had left, there were metal tools and objects everywhere, if he could just- if he could-

"Hey!" he heard a stern voice when he managed to gather his powers enough to pull a metal stool closer, making it scratch against the tiles. "Stop that."

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