Febuwhump Collection
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It's that time of year once again, members of the Omori fandom! I come to bestow upon you angst, pain, and hurt/comfort for your favourite characters in somewhat equal doses! I hope that you enjoy the suffering, because this month is going to be fun :)
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This is now complete! If you wish to return here for nostalgia, took a break from AO3 during February, are new to the fandom, or just weren't originally interested, welcome! Inside of here, you will find 28 completed chapters of hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, character studies, and- of course- whump, among other things that might take your fancy. Why not give this collection a shot? :D
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- Part 1 of Febuwhump Collection
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Febuwhump but we make Hero suffer because we like him.
(In other words: this is a collection of 28 one-shots written over the course of February 2023– one per day– by us, centred around the one and only Hero. Get ready for angst :])
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- Part 2 of Febuwhump Collection
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Reorient, Recentre by Lilac_The_Book_Lover
Fandoms: Original Work, Huxleypocalypse (2024)
01 Feb 2026
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It’s experimental, the first time. He wants to– needs to– know what it’s like. He’s tried piano, and talking, and thinking, and family. Nothing seems to reawaken the corpse inside of his body, and Hugo desperately, desperately misses feeling as though he is alive.
(It was not permanent. There has been no change, not really, not beyond the physical inconveniences. He was gone and now he’s back– as though it was just a business trip. He’s still himself. That’s what he tells himself. It sticks like water to glass.)
OR: It's difficult to exist in a body that once was a corpse. Hugo finds ways to cope.
(Febuwhump Day 1: "I like you better broken")
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- Part 3 of Febuwhump Collection
- Part 7 of Huxleypocalypse
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,713
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 1
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- 23
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He'd been carrying himself rather well, all things considered. Hero has been managing for years. Burying the remains of the person he was and pretending to still be a human. There are trophies by the wall, the floor is immaculately clear. He doesn't keep any photos.
He cried by the piano, the one in Sunny's house. It burst out of him through a dam, a river, gushing forth like scarlet from a head wound. It had been raw, and painful, and entirely out of his control. His face had been blotchy. Speckled the colour of her eye.
Hero does not cry often. He did not cry when he found out the truth. He isn't crying now.
OR: After discovering the truth, Hero is left untethered. He spends a night looking out at the cliffs.
(Febuwhump Day 2: Old Injury)
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- Part 4 of Febuwhump Collection