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comfy-whumpee · 11 months

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Flightless 1

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CN: injury/hospital mention, BBU, dehumanisation.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m calling about the ad you placed about refurbishing pets?”

“Ah, hello. Yes, I can take them off your hands, no charge.”

“Amazing. Can you collect? We’re at Warrington Drive.”

“One moment please. I’ll just look you up… Yes, I can collect. What’s the designation and company of origin?”

“Security designation, from Euroboxies. HXUF8.”

“And your reason for having them moved on?”

“It failed. The primary is injured in hospital.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I can collect as soon as tomorrow, if you need.”

“God, yes. As soon as possible, please. Every time I look at them…”

“I understand. I’ll fully wipe and retrain them. You’ll never have to see them again.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much. Let me give you the proper address…”

Kacie was standing with her arms tightly folded as she spoke into the phone resting on the dresser. She was framed in the bay window over the coastal view, sun pouring in from all sides to light her in a dazzling silhouette. Her hair crested her head like a wave, her mouth moved quickly, and she kept her gaze outward, eyes flicking across the scenery as she thought and responded.

She was beautiful even now, fierce and bold with her head held high. Her father’s injuries meant nothing to her in this moment but another task to organise, analyse and overcome. The treatment was one stage. The payment was another. The legal proceedings, a third. Finally, a distant fourth, was dealing with the sorry creature who had failed them.

HXUF8 sat with their knees pulled to their chest and their arms around their ankles. They were used to the cage by now, after so many nights with Kacie since the incident, but being in it during the day always made them restless. She wasn’t supposed to lock them up. They were meant to be out and active, patrolling her grounds or shadowing her around. She didn’t have any security of her own within her property. Everyone was at the gates. One person slipping by would be all it took, but her guard was locked up because…

The yawning abyss of grief never opened slowly. It was like a pitfall. The ground fell out from under them suddenly and violently.

Kacie thought it was their failure, their fault, because it went against everything they were. But HXUF8 knew there was nothing they could have done. A pet, no matter how well they were trained, couldn’t stop a bullet. Not even with their body. It had torn straight through them and nearly killed the primary anyway. Still could.

It was as if they weren’t there. It was luck that kept them from bleeding out before someone attended to them. But they’d lain on the grass, body flooded with adrenaline that made everything magnified a thousand times, and they’d remembered that they weren’t meant to be like this. They’d once had a name, a family and a life. They’d once had dreams.

Everything had vanished after, in a haze of bloody red and empty, empty white. But the feeling had remained. They had done everything right. They’d taken the bullet, but the bullet hadn’t cared. They were nothing.

So they didn’t mind the cage, except for the instincts. They had to patrol. They had to protect. But most importantly, they had to remember why they were grieving.

Not for the primary, the rich man who’d never once looked at them directly, much less spoken to them. They grieved for that moment where they’d been whole again. Just about to die, just about to remember, but it was forever out of their grasp.

And now Kacie was going to resell them, and they’d never remember again.

HXUF8 closed their eyes and rested their head on their still-bloodied knees. They would never be whole. They could never, ever be whole again.

Tara had once been someone who went on missions. She had worked doing the hunting and the retrievals. But even though she had excelled, there were always losses. There were always runaways she couldn't catch, simply because of who she was. She was tall, powerful and in control. She had to be. But some pets, especially the kind that had absconded, would see her and run.

That was why she had developed the plan for a new operative. She already worked with Refurbs. Why not use one herself? She needed defective pets to fix to keep her business going, and owners needed their losses recouped. She could purchase one and repurpose it, and it would be more flexible than she was capable of, because it would be a traitor to its kind.

The perfect candidate fell into her lap. The company of origin was dubious quality: Euroboxies were often poorly trained, as the market wasn't well-established and remained unofficial in many places, downright illegal in others. But fiddling with legal loopholes and border crossings allowed her to operate wherever her services were needed. Her hunter would be the same.

It would have to be disciplined and obedient, and trained for pressure and pain to a high degree. It needed perfect recall and flawless dedication. The guard pet that came onto her radar was a sorry sight, by the time she was arrived to collect, but the potential was there.

It had been trained for a guard, but not a guard dog, thankfully. It had restraint and could pass as a normal human, with training. The original principal had been failed, but such things happened and it was less of a disaster in her work. A dead pet was cheaper than a missing one.

She had memorised its designation before arriving. When the seller unlocked the cage, it didn't emerge. It was filthy, a miserable ball of hunched back and bunched limbs, with dirty, mousy hair and sunken eyes. There was intelligence in there, she could see at a glance. It knew its fate would be unpleasant.

"Out," she told it.

It barely had the room to push itself forward by the heels, scraping out of the wires. She watched its muscular body move with a critical eye. It should have had no difficulty in escaping from a dog cage. It showed a promising disposition that it hadn't.

"Stand," she ordered next.

This took an extra moment, the pet's face tight with pain, but it unbent its folded legs one at a time, and then came onto its heels to rise. The seller scoffed quietly and turned away. Tara ignored her.

"Follow," she said finally to HXUF8. She watched it glance to the seller, who turned her head away. When Tara walked to the door, it looked back, and moved in small, wincing steps to shadow her.

She had to let it sit in the car instead of putting it in the boot. She didn't want to risk pet cruelty crusaders snapping her licence plate. She strapped it in and drove, with the windows cracked open to dissipate the smell of the thing.

It was silent and stock-still for the entire drive, but for restless eyes that swept back and forth over their surroundings, assuming the role of bodyguard even without instruction.

Initiative. Another good sign.

The first order of business on their arrival was a cold shower. She worked from an old animal shelter, so it was well equipped to dispense a blast of freezing water. She didn't bother removing the clothes. It would stay in them until she had need to it dress differently.

It entered the wet room without hesitation. Perhaps it knew this part. She blasted it with the jet, and it held still, braced against the pressure. The only sign it recognised what was happening was that it closed its eyes. No cringing, begging or fawning strategies were deployed. Perhaps Euroboxies and their inadequate training would work in her favour on this blank slate of a creature.

One question did need answering, though, so after she was satisfied the thing was clean, she turned off the tap and said, "Do you speak?"

It answered readily enough, voice quiet and hoarse. "If required, ma'am."

"Mistress Tara," she corrected it sharply.

That, and that alone, prompted a wince. It didn't look genuine, more of a nonverbal show of regret. "My apologies, Mistress Tara."

"The first mistake will be corrected. Further mistakes are not tolerated. You are to be retrained and deployed. You will be of use or you will be wiped in your entirety and returned to your company."

She laid out each law with conviction. This part was the same process as always. New pet, new world, and she wanted it firmly controlled without ambiguity. Too many pets thought a new owner meant they could show their personality. She would have no such thing.

"Unless told to stay, you follow. Unless told to speak, you are silent. You follow every order you are given by me, and ignore the rest. You are my property."

It nodded once. No attempt to speak. It was listening.

"I will now test the quality of your training. This begins immediately."

It barely had time to process warning before she was running for it, fist clenched and ready to break it in two. It was fast enough to twist out of the way, but did not return blows. Extremely interesting, and not what a guard should be trained to do.

For a moment they were evenly matched, but the pet was tired and sore, and before long one of her blows caught it in the gut, after which it was child's play to have it winded on the floor. She continued the beating for half a minute after her victory, and then stepped back.

It rose to its knees immediately, face red with exertion. Tentatively, it set its hands atop its thighs neatly. Again, there was no wince of pain, only its slow movements giving away the bruises she had given it.

"Tell me why you did not fight back."

"I was not ordered to."

She turned and crossed the room. There were clothes here, but they could stay in their wet rags for now. It needed to be tougher than just one beating. Cold conditions, discomfort and exhaustion would be added on top. She would put them through the worst she could before allowing them the luxury of a mission.

Instead, she selected a new collar. Returning to her purchase with it in hand, she again noted its lack of expression. The presence of a collar should be reassuring to almost any pet, especially after its last one had been removed, presumably due to their failure. The collar was a conditioned reassurance of ownership and belonging. It should want the collar.

Instead, she saw nothing on its bland features. It waited placidly. She was going to have to hurt it badly, perhaps with the whip. She relished the challenge.

When she leaned down, its only movement was a slight, instinctual lift of the chin, so that she could easily secure the metal band around its neck. This close, she could see the slight tension of its neck and back. Was it simply from her proximity, or was there an old injury there? She would test that too.

She had a lot of work to do. But the early signs were promising, and she was confident she could turn it into something of use.

#bbu #pet whump #bodyguard whump #dehumanisation #my fic #grief #it as a pronoun #cage #collar #reconditioning #boo #tara #the birdhouse #backstory time backstory timeee

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ziptiesnfries · 9 months

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i know everybody loves the bodyguard/client dynamic because of the intimacy, the devotion to another person's safety, but what about when that dynamic gets a little more ... intense? when it goes from "i'd do anything to protect you" to "i'd kill for you, even if you don't want me to" to "only i know what's best for you"? what about when it becomes "no one is allowed to touch you except for me"?

when does devotion become obsession? when does it cross the line into something the client is no longer comfortable with?

only when it's too late to escape.

#just ... thinking about this #whump #character dynamics #bodyguard whump #idk how to tag this one tbh #ziptalks

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 2 months

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I saw you mention relating to your blorbo in that anon bodyguard ask, so I was wondering if maybe you have any ideas for a cold, self-destructive whumpee x caretaking bodyguard?

while my blorbo unfortunately doesn’t have a bodyguard of his own in canon (I wish he did. but he does canonically have a best friend who always looks after him) and is related to the other anon’s character in some other ways, caretaker who is a bodyguard is so underrated in my opinion.

caretaker started taking care of whumpee as a job and, since whumpee is kind of an asshole, caretaker didn’t really like them at first, but they had to make sure their personal feelings didn’t get in the way of their job.

when caretaker got to really know whumpee the way no one else did (because whumpee didn’t have any real friends), it turned out whumpee wasn’t actually an asshole but rather a traumatized person who had been through a lot.

caretaker started to genuinely care about whumpee and do beyond what was required in their job description to ensure whumpee is okay, physically and mentally.

one time whumpee told their bodyguard that all the works they did weren’t going to get them a raise. bodyguard! caretaker then said it wasn’t about money and that they genuinely cared about whumpee.

caretaker jumped in front of a bullet for whumpee (how severe their injuries were or whether or not they survived is up to you).

caretaker stayed late just to make sure whumpee ate something.

caretaker tucked whumpee in — turned out the last time whumpee was tucked in was when they were a child, by their late parents, so having their bodyguard tuck them in awoke that nostalgia in them; maybe it resulted in whumpee outright crying (because they missed their parents so much) and it freaked caretaker out. but the night ended up bodyguard! caretaker and whumpee cuddling together.

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letthewhumpbegin · 1 month

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Bodyguard, s1e3

#bodyguard #bodyguard bbc #richard madden #david budd #whump #whump gifs #explosion #waking up #dazed #bloody face #blood #ltwbbodyguard

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cepheusgalaxy · 8 months

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Cepheus (me) on whumpblr

In my tumblr intro I say I'm into whump, so here is some of what you're getting into

If you don't like whump, please block the tags "whump", and "whump prompts" on my blog

I often forget to tag reblogs, but my whump posts are mostly tagged

If I ever forget of tagging any, please warn me

Content warnings are usually in the post too, before the read more

Not always tho

What kind of whump I'm into

Pet whump

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Recovery whump

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Sometimes BBU (box boy universe)

Team whump

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Nature whump

Living weapon whump

Defiant and/or stoic whumpees ☆ (top pick)

T/g whump

Whumper-turned-whumpee

Whumper-turned-caretaker

Team whump

Body horror

There's nothing wrong with them they are just not my personal taste :)

I may make some exeptions tho

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These are some of my favorite content creators in the whump community: mostly because their taste/writing aligns with my personal likes

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No transphobia, sexism, racism nor ableism, as well as any harmful behavior is allowed in the whump community and no prejudice towards people will be tolerated; take care of yourself and be mindful to others🔅

(No transphobia, sexism, racism nor ableism, as well as any harmful behavior is allowed in the whump community and no prejudice towards people will be tolerated; take care of yourself and be mindful to others 🔆)

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump fan #intro post #if you don't know the box boy universe (bbu) is a common setting in pet whump works #it consists basically in a very fucked up society with institutionalized slavery where some humans are treated like pets #and this slavery is often regulated by an organization called WRU #every whumpblr may have a slightly different take on this setting but that's what it basically is #also the pets (also called 'box boys' or 'boxies' - that's where the name cames from) are often divided into categories #romantics: 'intimate' servants #domestics: house servants #guard dogs: bodyguards #platonics: something like a boxie who's duty is to make company to you #many of the bbu whump pieces also take place in an 'WRU facility' where the whumpees are trained #so be aware #bbu #box boy universe #if you don't know #there is also a thing called 'nsfwhump'#you may want to block that #or maybe not #you may like it too 🤷🏾‍♂️#long post #fairly

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whumpwillow · 10 months

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A royal's bodyguard (who is also their best friend/lover/crush) gets hurt while protecting them and the royal feels really guilty...

Had a dream just like this once. Was very tender 🥰

#whump #whump prompt #willow answers #answered asks #whump prompts #whumpee #whump tropes #whump scenario #royal whump #royal caretaker #royalty whump #royalty and bodyguards

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albatris · 5 months

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#tw torture #tw body horror #tw gore #just so we're all clear on how much of a shitbag Jasper is #he pops up in like. chapter fifteen or something #at some party nat attends with jen #n it's heavily implied he knows nat is a vampire already and is going to drug and kidnap him #then and there by luring him away from the crowd to ~have a drink and chat~#but nat is too focused on Being A Good Fake Bodyguard For Jen and is like #no sir i have to get back to my post #come get y'alls vampire whump. then watch said vampire go on a well-earned murder spree #including nat ripping out jasper's heart and shoving it in his own chest to replace his missing heart LMAO #power move.....

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just-whump-and-suffering · 2 months

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Koisuru Keigo 24 Ji

#Koisuru Keigo 24 Ji #asian whump #whump #jdrama whump #japanese drama #attacked #whump choked #whump beaten up #throttled #throttled with a golf club #he stomped right on the stabbed wound #ep 09 #hikaru iwamoto #iwamoto hikaru #in pain #bodyguard whump

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mywhumpysensesaretingling · 9 months

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Whump sketches #6

Whump scenes from my most recent tv exploits…

Bodyguard, ‘Money Game’ - Ren (music video), The Chestnut Man, Prodigal Son (more is coming bc

Malcolm is truly a whump king😃)

#whump #whump art #whumplr #male whumpee #whump community #injured #fanart #prodigal son #malcolm bright #the chestnut man #mark hess #bodyguard #david budd

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 2 years

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Whump Prompt #912

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A bodyguard caretaker who mostly has to protect the whumpee from themselves. Like, "sir I know you have very important [research, paperwork, psychic bullshit] to do, but for the love of God take a nap. It's been three days." Whumpee regularly runs themselves to the ground and casually enters dangerous situations. Caretaker just lets out this defeated sigh every time and throws whumpee over their shoulder while muttering about how lucky whumpee is that they aren't dead yet.

#bodyguard #protection #bodyguard caretaker #ideas #writing #prompts #whump #burnout #carrying #forced to sleep #bad habits #overworking

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geminihurt · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | Day 03

Hair's breadth from death | Gun to temple

"You cannot keep pretending that you're okay"

Bodyguard 04 | David Budd - Richard Madden

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linecrosser · 10 months

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Nik's face when he chokes that guy is hot ngl

Auguste probably agrees with me ❤️

From his position, all Auguste can see are the twitching feet and lower legs when they kick out, struggling. His shoulders hurt way to much by now to lift his head up enough to see more than the floor.

He still is secretly amazed that Nik can get the guy off the ground so easily.

Previous installments of “Auguste gets kidnapped and beat up”:

First - Second - Third (this one) - Fourth

#bodyguard au #auguste #rescue in progress #whump art #whump #bruised #The Kidnapped Auguste Comic #bodyguardAU

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creadigol · 9 months

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Do you think he will like it here?

Third Prince Penley of Amlawdd signed the question to the guard. Garson, who was large in stature with dark hair and a stern face, looked down at his young charge and interpreted the words easily.

“It’s hard to say. After what the poor man has been through it would be a hard thing to like it anywhere.” The prince nodded in understanding at Garson’s reply. His long white-blond hair lifted softly off his shoulders as the wind hit them at the top of the north tower. His piercing blue eyes were full of empathy and sadness, a look that Garson thought all too old for nineteen years. Then again the young prince always seemed to have a look on his face that could rival that of the high priest himself. In all the years Garson had been assigned to accompany him, he still could not understand Prince Penley. Even with his nine years ahead of Pen, Garson knew the Prince was far wiser than he.

They are quite certain his sister could not accompany him? It would be better if they traveled together.

The second part of his signing was not a question, but a statement. Garson decided to answer the first part.

“It is safer this way. With only two heir’s left they could not risk them both being killed in one assassination attempt. She will be quite safe in Drexton’s land.” He looked at the prince, waiting for his hands to go up and continue the conversation. After all these years Garson found it quite easy to read the signs that the prince used to communicate with. Garson had always suspected that was why King Wyndam often assigned him to his youngest son. Someone to interpret the signs the old monk had taught the prince long ago.

As it was, Garson didn’t technically need to be guarding the prince right at this moment, but seeing as there was a big event happening he had a feeling the silent young man would want the company.

It would have been nice to be a part of the greeting, but I imagine Prince Brayden will be quite overwhelmed as it is.

“Indeed.” Replied Garson. He found it humorous that Pen had already made a sign for the visiting prince. When given a name, Pen often found it easier to make a specific sign associated with that person’s characteristics rather than spell their name every time. Since they had yet to meet Prince Brayden his sign was currently a light tap of the nose. This was due to the fact that Prince Brayden was known throughout many kingdoms as being a hard nosed, cold, authoritarian, difficult to get along with, man.

His stay was surely going to be interesting.

Don’t make that face, said Pen as if reading Garson’s mind. I’m sure it will be fine. He’ll get along with Ransford if anything.

Garson chuckled and Pen suppressed a smirk. The idea of having the infamously stubborn Prince from the newly conquered Cadwaladyr getting along with their very own cold and snobbish Prince Ransford of Amlawdd was too much to hold in. They would be unstoppable, able to freeze an entire room with a single glance.

Here they come! Pen signed excitedly and pointed out the window.

Garson looked out the window and down toward the road that led through the city and to the palace's main gate. Sure enough an entourage of horse backed soldiers were escorting a gilded carriage which must have held the disposed prince. Already he could see the guards inside the palace walls frantically making ready to receive such an honored guest. The north tower truly was the best place to see everything from. No wonder Pen spent so much time up here.

A poke at his arm had him looking back at the prince.

You should be down there. They look lost without you.

Garson grimaced at Pen’s observation of the soldiers down below.

“I rather like my vantage point up here,” He replied stubberly. He had already given his orders, his men should be fine following them without his observation.

An airy sound escaped the prince’s mouth. His way of laughing.

I believe the captain of the guard should be heading the guard and not showing pity to a prince.

Garson opened his mouth to protest, but Pen put up a hand to stop him.

I appreciate the gesture, but truly, I am fine. Please, Pen gestured his hand to the door of the small tower room.

Knowing this would only turn into an order, Garson bowed. “Of course your highness.”

As he made his way out a realization struck him. He turned back to the prince.

“You wouldn’t want me gone so you could sneak down yourself?” He questioned slowly.

A sly smile played across the Prince’s face.

Ask me not a difficult question and I shall not be forced to lie. He signed a line from his favorite play.

Garson could only laugh as he left the room.

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whump-lover-and-reader · 1 year

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BG: Personal Bodyguard (BG～身辺警護人～) Season 1 & 2 Whump List

S1 Synopsis: Shimazaki Akira used to work as a bodyguard, but, due to an incident, he now works as a security guard at a construction site. The private security company where he works establishes a new bodyguard division. Hiding his past, he begins work pretending to be a novice bodyguard.

S2 Synopsis: Their private security company gets bought by a large company, and due to a conflict with their new employer Shimazaki quits his job to work independently, later joined by his colleague Takanashi Masaya. The new owner uses shady methods and has a goal of completely reshaping the industry, and to top things off, Shimazaki seems to have got himself a stalker, who only gets bolder with every encounter.

Genre: Action, Thriller, Drama

Whumpee: Shimazaki Akira played by Kimura Takuya

!!Spoilers Below!!

Warning!! A woman is stalked in s2e5 and there's non-consensual touching and a forced kiss

Season 1

Ep. 01: kneed in the stomach, fought, kicked repeatedly, limping

Ep. 02: stuck in an elevator controlled by a

criminal, fought, limping

Ep. 03: falling and hanging off a bridge(not actually in danger), fought, sleeping, fell off a couch

Ep. 04: none

Ep. 05: waking up from a nightmare, beat up, teary-eyed, hurt knee, limping

Ep. 06: none

Ep. 07: hit in the face, at gunpoint, shielding hostages with his body, asking to aim the gun at him diverting the guy's attention from other hostages, nearly shot, saved by someone who got shot in his place, watches someone die

Ep. 08: stalked

Ep. 09: fought, dislocated shoulder, arm in a sling, grabbed by the front of the shirt

Season 2

Overall: stalked throughout the whole season after ep1

Ep. 01: fought, stabbed in the arm by a bottle opener, locked up in a rapidly freezing room, shivering

Ep. 02: shot at with a slingshot, slid down the stairs on his back while holding someone

Ep. 03: fought, sleeping, hand cut

Ep. 04: slapped

Ep. 05: pushed, fought

Ep. 06: chased by the police

Ep. 07: chased by the police, on the run, fought, cut behind his ear, saved, punched in the stomach, shoved, grabbed by the front of the shirt, shot in the leg, limping, collapsed, in hospital, using crutches

#whump #whump list #bg personal bodyguard #BG～身辺警護人～#jdrama #jwhump #jdrama whump #shimazaki akira #kimura takuya #i gotta say tho #CRIMINAL lack of shiwazaki kun whump #what's the point of having a pretty boy in your show if he's not hurt 😤

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