TERRIFIC TUESDAY: Whump

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Hello everybody theladymore here with another theme for you today. Today's theme is a little one of my favorite topics...WHUMP.

Incase you do not know what whump is it is when a fanfiction author puts either physical or mental strain on a character. So for those authors like me who squeal at the thought of John Sheppard at the hands of captors, like to look into Danny William's fragile mental psyche or even just Spencer Reid reactig to a paper cut then this day is for you.

Just remember the rules when posting your prompt:

-No More than 5 Prompts in a Row
-No More than 3 per fandom
-No spoilers in the prompt, and if your fic response has spoilers, please warn and leave adequate space.

To make the job easier to the codemonkies hard at work to make this community great here's some examples

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Trying to help Danny through his depression
Criminal Minds, Reid + or / author's choice, "It's just a paper cut you are not going to die!"
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, The Trouble Magnent.
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Broken bones.

theme=whump.

Comments

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer & Dean, “Because of you Sam's soul will never go to heaven.”

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

"You like to pretend it's his fault, but we both know that isn't true."

Dean turns away, closes his eyes, counts to ten.

"I'm still here."

"Fuck." He lifts the flask, swallows down the slow burn of cheap whiskey.

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

Sam is asleep, knocked out with a heavy dose of pain killers after Dean had stitched up the gash in his arm.

Which should mean Dean is alone...but for the second time in a week, he finds himself keeping company with Sam's delusion.

"Sam's head too boring for you?" Dean asks, though he knows better. Lucifer isn't really there. He's in the cage. Where he belongs.

"It's the drugs. Hard to torment him when he's that far under."

Dean doesn't have a come back, so he drains the flask instead.

"What's the matter Dean, to close to the truth?"

"Fuck you." Dean turns his back to the delusion, to Lucifer and goes to clean his guns.

"You know who's to blame, don't you Dean?"

"Shut up."

"For all of it. For Sam being all fucked up in the head, for the choices he made, for his little trip into the cage...for the way he whimpers when I tear into him?"

Lucifer is sitting across from him now and Dean lifts the gun, pointing it at that ugly face. "Shut the fuck up."

His smile is slow, creepy. "Because of you, Sam has never been normal...never got to be in the school play, never got to second base with Laura Helder, never had a chance...."

The feeling of hands ghost over his, turn the gun back, nestle it up under his chin. "Because of you, Sam's soul will never go to heaven." The voice is in his ear. "Pull the trigger, Dean. Send yourself back to the pit. It's what you deserve."

Dean's eyes close, a tear slipping down one cheek. He isn't wrong. Dean knows. He's known for a while. None of it was Sam's fault. His finger tightens on the trigger.

"Dean." Sam's voice is thick, heavy with the drugs and his hand is hot on Dean's shoulder. "He isn't real."

Dean blinks, clears his throat and lowers the gun. Sam is still asleep on the bed and he's alone, cleaning his guns in some dive motel in Missouri.

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

Oh, ouch. This is so good.

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Oh wow ♥
This is so perfect. Dean believing that he deserves it and Sam answering "He isn't real." like he's used to it.

Thank you so very much

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it. Excellent prompt.

[ladyjane]

*blink*

*blink, blink*

The world just tilted sideways and I'm sliding off. There are so many potential permutations of reality in this little fic, it's scary. Scary good.

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!