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

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

The gunshot cracks through the chaos, the sound stunning Peter into a quick turn, his eyes picking out his people, skipping from face to face.

The crowd scatters, screaming and rushing for cover. The gun skitters across the pavement toward him. He shoves his witness down and covers her, still trying to figure out who had fired the shot and at who.

In the emptiness that had moments before been a busy street corner, Neal is suddenly standing, his eyes wide as he slowly looks down at his hands.

There's blood. A lot of blood, Peter realizes as Neal's knees give out and he's dropping beside the gun. His hat rolls away.

Peter grabs one of his men to take care of the girl and dashes toward Neal, screaming for a medic as he falls to his knees. "Neal?"

His shirt is soaked in blood, his hands covered in it. Neal's eyes roll, his breath tight. "Peter...what...what happened?"

"Just stay with me." Peter gets his shirt open and almost wishes he hadn't. It's bad. "Hey, Neal. Look at me."

Neal's eyes aren't focusing, though he clearly is trying. "...cold..."

"Where is my medic?!" Peter yells, though he can see them coming now. "Hey, you do not have permission to die on me, Neal Caffrey." Peter says in his ear. "You hear me?"

"...trying not to..." Neal responds, his hand tightening slightly as Peter slides his into it. He moves as the EMTs get there, holding Neal's hand while they work.

"Okay, let's get him up." They lift Neal and head for the ambulance. Peter follows, knowing Diana will take care of the scene.

The ride to the hospital is long and Neal's eyes close part way there. Peter watches his chest, watches for his breathing.

It's too quiet and there's too much blood and just when he can't take it anymore they're moving and the EMTs are yelling information to the ER staff and he's left bloody and standing alone while they take Neal away.



...um....it didn't quite go all the way to comfort...oops...

[frith_in_thorns]

Awesome.

[ivorysilk]

What she said--this was fantastic.