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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Aftermath

Whumptober 2022: Alt Prompt for Day 10. Carried to Safety Fandom: Batman, Batfamily, Batfam Word Count: 1722 TW: Aftermath of Reader Death, Grief, Injuries from Part 1, Death of a Family Member Notes: Sequel to Wrong Place, Wrong Time that shows how the Batfamily deals with the events from Part 1 Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Aftermath

They had to wait almost three hours after you were gone before they were able to remove the remaining debris from your body. Jason had wanted to get help digging you out immediately, but Dick reminded him that you would have wanted the other injured people around you to be helped first. The ones who still might be saved. So, Dick had gently closed your unseeing eyes, and they waited for help to become available.

Once all the survivors of the blast had been helped, a few firefighters came over to help them. And as they moved the largest piece of debris off your leg, it was instantly apparent that you had been right. A piece of metal had embedded itself into your thigh, cutting it nearly in half and creating a large pool of blood under you. If they had removed the wall while you were still alive, you would have been in agony every second until you had bled out. At least Dick and Jason took comfort in the fact you didn’t have to experience that.

After you were at last freed, Dick gently lifted you into his arms, drawing you tightly against his chest. As he headed towards your car parked a few blocks away, he carried you carefully, as if you might shatter at any moment. He frequently paused to readjust your mask every time the hood began to slip off your face. It shouldn’t have mattered anymore, but it did.

Jason silently trailed behind him, his expression as hard and as blank as his helmet. You had been his lifeline when he returned to Gotham as Red Hood. Your faith in him had never waivered no matter what he did or how he lashed out at you. And in time, it was only because of your love and belief in him that he had been willing to give the rest of his family a chance again. But now that you were gone, he felt lost once more.

When they finally reached your car, Dick hesitated. Glancing back at Jason, he whispered, “We need the keys.”

Jason’s jaw tightened as he swallowed heavily. He nodded once before approaching you. With a silent plea of I’m so sorry for this, he began digging through your pockets trying to locate your keys. A few silent tears slid down Dick’s face as he turned his head and he let out a sigh of relief when Jason produced the keys a few seconds later.

Jason opened the passenger door and waited for Dick to climb in with you still in his arms. Once he was settled, Jason hurried to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. As they drove through the city on the way back to the manor, neither one of them spoke, but they both knew they were thinking about the same thing. Only hours ago, the two of them had been bickering about who got to ride up front while you desperately tried to mediate the situation. But this time there was no need to argue…. They both got to sit up front.

The drive seemed to stretch on forever, but eventually, Jason pulled up outside the manor. As Dick carried you inside, both he and Jason expected Alfred to appear at any moment, yet there was no sign of the butler so they continued down into the Batcave.

As they descended the stairs, Tim glanced up from where he was working on the Batcomputer. Springing to his feet, he hurried over to them. “Hey guys, did you hear about this explosion over at the theat-'' but he staggered to a stop when he saw what was bundled in Dick’s arms.

Tears instantly welling up in his eyes, he took a single step forward, “Dick?”

Dick turned slightly, trying to shield you from Tim’s view. “Timmy, stay back. You don’t need to see this.”

Tim shook his head, still not believing what he was seeing in front of him. “But, wha- Is she-…. No. She… she can’t be…”

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asked solemnly.

“I-I don’t…. He and Damian were… I don’t…”

Dick nodded. “It’s okay, Tim. I’ll find them. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Tim nodded numbly, his eyes never leaving your still form as he backed up and collapsed into the chair he had been sitting in when they arrived. “But what-” His face paled and he swiveled to face the computer screen that was still showing footage of the explosion. Softly, he whispered, “The movies…. You guys were there?”

“Yeah,” Dick muttered. “She was standing at the front door when it… when it happened.”

He carried you into the medical bay and laid you gently on one of the tables. Only then did he lower the hood with the build-in mask, clearly revealing your face. Behind the blood, dust, and bruise, your expression was so tranquil and serene that if Dick wasn’t conscious of the lack of rise and fall of your chest, he would have thought you were just sleeping.

He squeezed your shoulder tightly as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

From the doorway behind him, Jason growled, “It was those goddamn sunglasses! If she would’ve just asked instead of going back for them, this never would have happened!” It was the first time he had spoken since Dick had lifted you from the rubble.

Without turning around, Dick whispered, “She couldn’t have known, Jason. None of us could have known.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not to her! She was the best of us and she deserved so much better. She deserved to live her life, or at least die a hero. Not retrieving a pair of sunglasses that were still on her goddamn head!”

Dick opened his mouth but before he could speak, Tim’s voice squeaked from the other room. “Bruce!”

Dick and Jason both paled and looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But finally, Dick nodded softly. “I’ll do it. It should be me.”

Jason lowered his eyes but followed Dick as he walked back into the main area of the cave. Bruce was in his Batman suit, the cowl resting on the floor next to his foot. He was bent down next to the computer chair trying to find out what was wrong from a crying Tim, but when he saw his two eldest wards enter the room, their faces solemn, he stood.

“What is it? What happened?” he demanded.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all exchanged a look before Dick stepped forward. “Bruce, I’m so sorry. She, um…. We tried but there was nothing we could do.”

The realization of what Dick was saying slowly dawned on Bruce. His usual stoic face crumbled into one of pain and disbelief. Gruffly, he asked, “Where is she?”

Dick motioned to the room he and Jason had just left. Bruce crossed the room in three large strides but paused as he reached the doorway and saw you laying on the table. Slowly, he crept into the room until he was standing next to you. Slowly, he reached out and brushed some of the dirt off your cheek. He thought back to the night he had found you, huddled in an alleyway, dirty and alone. You had been so weak and malnourished but you soon blossomed into a strong, capable, amazing young woman that Bruce had loved. You might not have been his daughter by blood, but you were his daughter in every other way that mattered. And he hoped that you had known that. That you had known what you truly meant to him. Before….

“We went to the movies. We were finally letting ourselves take a day off and just be normal,” Dick whispered from behind him. “She was happy until–”

“Until she was blown up and had half a building dropped on top of her.” Jason snapped. “But that’s just another day in Gotham City, isn’t it? The bad guys are left alive to continue their paths of death and destruction over and over again while the good guys, the innocent guys are left to suffer and die.”

“Jason…” Dick muttered softly. “This isn’t the time fo–”

“Did she suffer?” Bruce interrupted. “Was she in any…”

“No. She said it was mostly just numb,” Dick reassured him.

But Jason scoffed loudly. “Would she have actually told us if she was in pain? She would have wanted us to think she was okay, even if she had been in pure agony.”

Bruce nodded. “She always tries- tried to look out for everyone else, even above herself.”

The three men stood in silence, gazing down at you as they thought about everything you had done for them over the years.

Bruce sighed. “Damian’s already out on patrol. He’ll need to be called back. He deserves to know and he deserves to hear it from us.”

Dick nodded. “I’ll let him know we need him back here.” As he turned to leave, he grabbed Jason’s arm and forced him to come with him so Bruce could have a moment alone.

Bruce looked longingly at you one last time. “I’m so sorry. I wish I would have been there. I wish I could have done something, anything to save you. I would have taken your place in an instant.”

It was only at that moment that he looked down and noticed the hoodie you were wearing. His fingers lightly traced the bat emblem that was plastered across your chest. “You understood what this meant more than any of the boys. What it stood for and why. You just understood each of us better than anyone else. Now who’s going to mediate family dinners?”

Bruce waited a moment, almost as though he were expecting a reply. But when he didn’t get one, he whispered, “Thank you, for everything. You pulled me back from the edge so many times. You held us together when we threatened to shatter apart. You brought Jason back to us when I never thought he would forgive me. And I don’t know what we’ll do without you. But I hope wherever you are, you’re at peace. You deserve nothing less.”

He leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before whispering, “Goodbye, my daughter.”

Then he turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 2 years

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Stolen Away

This is Day 20 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings: a headache?

Word count: 740

After a long and grueling council session, Fili’s one saves him.

Please refer to the warnings of this story. If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content.

Hours. It had been hours of screaming, yelling, threats and general disagreement, and the dwarven council of Erebor still had not come to an agreement. Fili could already feel the headache pulsing behind his eyes as he sat at the end of the table of aggravated darrow and dams each set on their own desires and caring not for any adjustments to help settle the arguments. Now, Fili loved being King. He loved his people, his home and what the dwarven empire at his fingertips stood for. But meetings like this made him want to run away and hide. He had already glanced at the door a few times debating on doing just that.

Ever since Thorin retired his title and ran away to the shire with his consort, Fili had been at wits end trying to appease his disciples. His brother helped as much as he could from his position, never have the elves and dwarves had such good relations and trade in their history allowing both civilizations to thrive in each other’s allyship, but on days like these, not even his brothers comforting smile could wash away Fili’s woes. He did know who could however.

“Ok, time for a break,” the dark haired Durin mutter to Fili’s right, his own frustrations showing in the bend of his brown and the slight snarl on his lips, “this meeting has officially been brought to a respite. Everyone is to report in an hour with their new points of topic suggestions. Go,”

There were grumbles and whines but Kili sent them a look of fire and strutted out the door, urging the rest to do the same. Soon enough the chamber was brought to quiet as Fili remained seated alone.

The King rubbed his face slowly and groaned into his hands, ignoring the mountains of paper work piled around him.

“So the echoes ring true, the King is in need of saving?” a light and tender voice called out, the sound alone bringing a smile to Fili’s lips. He peaked through his fingers with a pleading look, his heart calming at the sight of his beloved watching him in a mixture of concern and amusement. She came to sit on the table in front of him and held out a glass of orange coloured liquid, “Kili said the meeting was a rough one,”

A small ‘mmh’ sound was all he could muster as he accepted the glass, his headache lessening the moment it touched his tongue. He closed his eyes once more and leaned against his wife with a sigh.

“Oh my poor gem,” she chuckled, and Fili felt her hands taking away the crown on his head. She replaced it with her fingers running through his long golden locks. The feeling made him purr in delight, and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer, not willing to let her go anytime soon.

“I’m better now that you’re here my jewel,” he grinned up at her from were he sat. As cheesy as it was, he was delighted to see the flush of red across her cheeks.

“Silly dwarf,” she muttered leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “did you get anything done at least?”

“Not a thing,” he moaned back, “Everyone’s at each other’s throats, no one wants to do anything differently, even if it gets them to same results at the end, and I’m sure half on them only put up their ideas to annoy the other half,”

“And how long do you have until the meeting is interval is finished?”

“An hour or so,”

“Plenty of time to steal you away then?”

Fili caught the mischievous flint in her eyes as she spoke and sent her a knowing look.

“To were love? I’m tired,”

“To nap then, somewhere quiet and soft?”

“Then save me and steal me away jewel,”

He stood to take her hand but gasped as she lifted him from the ground, her strong arms wrapping around him and pulling him to her chest like he weighed nothing.

“Now what on middle earth are you doing?” he spluttered, the burning of his cheeks apparent.

“What does it look like?” she grinned, nuzzling into his cheek, “I’m stealing you away,”

And that’s what she did, and Fili couldn’t have cared less about the stares and strange looks he received being carried back to the safety of his chambers in his wife’s arms.

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blaiddraws · 2 years

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Whumptober day 22: Alt prompt, Carried to Safety

Emmet couldn't let himself think about the identity of the man he carried on his back -- not that horribly familiar coat, the hat he desperately clung to, not even the endlessly recongizable face. He couldn't be distracted, not right now, not while there was a strange phenomenon tearing apart the subway tunnels, making them structurally unsound. Besides. The man had looked at him without recognition. It couldn't, despite the countless similarities and the ache in his heart, be the man Emmet thought he was. (But he had a head injury. He was barely even cautious when Emmet found him. And even then, despite his lack of recognition and barely aware state, he trusted Emmet wholeheartedly and without hesitation.) So. He refused to dwell on the identity of the definitely-mystery-man. He had to focus wholeheartedly on the disaster at hand, to make sure everyone was evacuated safely and proper safety precautions were being taken.

aka funky little What If where a spacetime distortion opens up in the subway, messes with the structural integrity of the tunnels, and drops off one (1) amnesiac train man

#whumptober2022 #altprompt #carried to safety #mild blood #head injury #submas #pokemon #emmet #ingo #emmet having to compartmentalize for the sake of the safety of many others. while literally carrying his lost brother in his arms #reposting this because the previous version refused to. like. exist???#IT DID IT AGAIN. AUGH. maybe my app is acting up i guess. idk #nah it's just straight up not showing up on my dash??? both desktop and app??#auchhgnbrjn #OH NOW IT'S THERE. THIRTY MINUTES LATER #writing

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whumpypepsigal · 1 year

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 29

Alternative Prompt No. 12: Carried to Safety

The Mandalorian s01e08: “Stay with me, buddy. We're gonna get you out of here.”

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genericficerblog · 8 months

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A difficult Sullust Rescue: TBB Appreciation Week 2023 Force Sensitive AU fic.

Here we go everyone, the first of my fanfics for @tbb-appreciation-week 2023. This one is my Force Sensitive AU with Hunter, someone being carried to safety, and the quote "I almost lost you". @skellymom and @intrepidmare, this one is for you.

Echo was lying back in the pilot seat of the Havoc Marauder as it flew through hyperspace. Everyone had washed up after the battle of Ord Mantell, so metal scents mixed with body wash in the warm craft. Everyone was resting, and Echo found the seat solid but supportive. Out of respect for Tech, the co-pilot chair was left empty. Ceiling Lights and Hyperspace lit the craft as it hummed. He couldn't shake the sense that the encounter with the Kaminoans on Ord Mantell had unlocked something in Omega and possibly Hunter. He turned back and saw Tech's goggles and saw something odd about them he hadn't noticed initially. The recording mechanism was undamaged. "Hunter, could you please take the piloting? I want to check something with the goggles," Echo called. Hunter was sitting at the control panel, watching over the craft. He turned to face Echo, nodded, and got up. Echo did likewise, and they exchanged seats. When Echo sat at the control panel, he looked at the goggles and saw the cracked case, which complicated the extraction. Echo knew that if he wasn't careful with the goggles, the entire recording from the goggles could be lost. Initially, Echo attempts to link the goggles directly to the control panel. After a brief struggle, he gets it linked up. Echo failed to get the goggles to connect due to connector damage. "Then let's try a hologram," Echo thought as he detached the goggles. He found a spare hologram and worked to establish a connection. It took about a minute, but the hologram and the goggles were linked. "What are you doing?" came a voice from nearby. Echo turned and saw Omega looking at him. She had that mixed look of grief and joy. The reunion with her Kaminoan brother had given her a new strength to cope with losing Tech. "I'm trying to extract the recording data of Tech's last moments from his goggles, but I can't extract it," Echo replied. "Oh," Omega replied. She turned to Hunter, who left the pilot's seat and walked to them. "It's not talking to the control panel?" Hunter asked. "No. The link mechanism is damaged," Echo replied. "Right. Well, if we can use a wire directly to the data chip, we might be able to recover the information. Once," Hunter replied after momentary thought. "I'll get it," Omega replied. Wrecker, whom Echo had only just noticed was right behind him, pulled open a panel and exposed spare wiring. Omega grabbed a red one and brought it back to Echo. "Try placing this next to the data chip," Hunter suggested. With some help from Omega, Echo was able to connect it. And what they all discovered shocked them. Grand Moff Tarkin was holding Tech's body on Eriadu. "We've got to retrieve Tech's body. He deserves a proper burial," Echo said. "Agreed. I'll go chart a course for Eriadu," Hunter replied as he returned to the pilot's seat. Wrecker and Omega returned to their respective locations on the craft.

Meanwhile, on Mt Tantiss Dr. Hemlock had managed to calm himself after failing to capture Omega at the battle of Ord Mantell. But only just. He needed more information, not just about Omega, but Khan So, nephew of Nala Se.

It was a mild summer night on the Mountain as Dr. Hemlock headed for the detention area. There wasn't much light, only dim ceiling lights and the ray shield keeping Nala Se in her cell, making a humming noise. The solid ground was slightly damp in Nala Se's cell, and the humidity and ray shield hit his senses of smell and taste. The humidity was thanks to the vent in the ceiling, though Dr Hemlock noticed a strange band barely visible on Nala Se's wrist through her sleeve. "Nala Se. You know why I'm here," Dr Hemlock stated. Nala Se looked up, "Judging by the fact I don't see my Lab Assistant with you, I assume you failed in capturing Omega?" "Thanks to your Nephew," Dr Hemlock replied, "Which reminds me, what more information do you have on Omega and Khan," Nala Se looked down for a bit. Due to the actions of her sister, Cora Sol, and rumours about Dr. Hemlock's agenda, Nala Se was very reluctant to say anything. "I can offer you freedom," Dr Hemlock suggested, "If you spend some time on the Emperor's projects, you'll be able to spend time on your pursuits. I'll even set up your lab," Nala Se considered this momentarily, then shook her head, "I can't. The last thing I want is my nephew here, even with Omega," "Huh," Dr Hemlock noticed the guilty grimace cross Nala Se's features and thought momentarily. He decided to drop the subject of Khan and focus on Omega. "Why did you create Omega in the first place? She's younger than Alpha, yet technically older than her brothers," Dr Hemlock enquired. "I was curious about manipulating Jango's DNA for specialised Clones. I made Omega as a test subject for all types of mutant Clones, including Clone Force 99," Nala Se explained. "Thank you, Nala Se. You have survived longer," Dr Hemlock replied before departing. Two members were under the Empire's control. Now, they needed the others. Even Echo would be handy.

Grand Moff Tarkin, as it transpired, wasn't on Eriadu. He was on Sullust. It was hot for a Spring day in the volcanic world, and the glow of lava, ceiling lights and a holoprojector lit his quarters. The remains of Tarkin's breakfast, the lava and electricity for the holoprojector provided sound, smell and taste. At least the chair he's in is supportive. Everyone knows that having Anakin Skywalker as your general ages you rapidly, though nobody would notice that Tarkin had pulled his Uniform over his pyjamas. Answering the communication from Wayland, Tarkin said, "Dr Hemlock, what are you calling about?" "I was wondering if you have Tech and what you plan to do with him," Dr. Hemlock said. "I wasn't planning to do much. I was waiting for the Emperor to message me. Then we could decide. Why are you interested?" Tarkin replied. Grimacing, Dr. Hemlock replied, "Omega has slight mutations of her brothers, including Tech. I have Crosshair, and I want Tech here too," "I'm afraid I can't do that, Hemlock," Tarkin replied, and when Dr Hemlock attempted to respond, "I'm higher rank than you, technically. However, I do have an option of my own. Something that, if successful, would allow you to have all six squad members," "Oh? What is it?" Hemlock looked visibly excited by this prospect. As the lava continued to bubble behind him, Tarkin explained, "By now, I'm sure the other squad members would have discovered the recordings inside Tech's goggles. They'll be looking for his body. If I use his body as bait, I can capture them and bring them all to you," "Nice thinking, Tarkin," Dr Hemlock replied with a sinister smile, "Should I send a few Commandos to assist?" "Two Commandos should be sufficient," Tarkin replied, "We'll lay the trap then," "They'll be there within one rotation, Grand Moff," Dr Hemlock replied before the communication cut. Tarkin turned to face the facility he was overlooking and knew this was the best place to lay his trap. A day later, the Commandos arrive and set the trap. Tarkin spied the Havoc Marauder coming in to land and smirked. They had fallen right into the trap.

As the Havoc Marauder landed, Hunter sensed that something was strange. The rough and unforgiving basalt ground, the artificial lava channels, the heat, and the glow of lava assaulted his senses. Sullust was a hostile planet not easily navigated in recovering Tech's body. Worse, Omega's lungs were vulnerable to this due to her lack of helmet and youth. "Remember those breathing devices we used on the Ordo Moon?" Hunter asked. "Yeah, why?" Echo wondered as he stood with Hunter. "Omega will need one so she doesn't breathe the toxins in the atmosphere," Hunter replied. "I was thinking along similar lines," Echo admitted as he re-entered the craft to look for them. After several fruitless minutes, Echo growled, "Dammit, Tech. Where did you put them?" that growl brought on a momentary wave of grief and a renewed determination to give him a proper farewell. After another minute, Echo found them. "Found them yet?" Hunter asked from the entrance. "Yes. In the most Tech spot possible," Echo replied. This time, the grimace of grief Echo felt Hunter mirrored. "They won't fit in our helmets. And I'm unsure if it'll fit Omega," Hunter admitted once Echo rejoined him. "Remember, our helmets can protect against the toxins in the air. The filter is for Omega," Echo replied. Omega joined them upon hearing her name. Hunter and Echo worked to ensure the mask comfortably fit under her helmet, which it barely did. "You do know the Empire will know we're here by now, right?" Wrecker asked. "Tarkin would've seen us fly in. I know him well," Echo replied. "Then we'd better be careful," Hunter replied as he opened the door and departed with the rest of the squad in tow. Echo secured the craft when he left.

Shortly after setting foot on the rough and unforgiving surface of Sullust, Hunter spotted two Stormtroopers patrolling nearby. Carefully, he approached them, trying not to be detected. One of the Stormtroopers turned in his direction, and Hunter only narrowly escaped being seen. "What is it?" the other Stormtrooper asked. "Someone's there," the first one replied. The duo slowly approaches the rock Hunter is hiding behind. Seeing this, Hunter carefully moved around the niche he occupied. Suddenly, he reaches a dead end but spots another ledge twenty feet above. Hunter decided to jump towards a couple of small holes in the cliff, intending to use them to get up the wall, but instead, the next second, he found himself pulling himself onto the ledge. "How did I do that?" Hunter thought as he pulled himself into the hiding spot. "Nobody here," the first Stormtrooper shined a light through the cave but missed Hunter. "Well, we'd better get back to the prison complex. Us Stormtroopers are defending a special prisoner, according to the Grand Moff," the second Stormtrooper replied. Hunter waited until the two troopers had departed before carefully lowering himself to the ground. "The prison facility is the Stormtroopers' destination," Hunter radioed to the squad, who all acknowledged. Hunter met with the team and tracked the troopers to the prison complex. Hunter wondered if his encounter with the Force-Sensitive Kaminoans Kuan Si and Khan So had unlocked something in him. Echo follows Hunter towards the prison complex, an imposing mass of basalt and steel. Upon reaching the complex, Echo realised he must hack the computers to open the door and discover where the Empire was holding Tech. The basalt rock gave way to steel as they reached the prison complex. After securing the entrance, Echo started hacking the terminal. Echo knows he has to be careful as if he triggers any defences within, Tarkin would be alerted to how far they had already got. Echo carefully navigates his way through the security. Echo is trapped twice by hack traps but eventually manages to navigate past them. Unfortunately, Echo couldn't open the door to the prison complex, and the map was incomplete.

"Not good. Looks like we'll have to send Omega through a vent to let us in," Wrecker said. "There's one there," Hunter pointed to a black vent sticking out of the wall about ten feet away. Omega runs over to the vent and, with help from Hunter, Omega climbs inside. The air vent is hot, but not compared to the outside. Omega must Commando crawl through the vent and, though unintended, Omega is making lots of noise while moving, likely attracting attention. Carefully navigating through the vents, she finds one near the entrance. And Omega freezes. Two Stormtroopers are waiting for her in the corridor below. "You can come down, cadet. It's OK," one of the Stormtroopers calls. Omega carefully jumps down from the vent. "What were you doing in the vent, cadet?" the second Stormtrooper asked. "I got locked out," Omega replied. It looked like the Stormtroopers didn't recognise her. "What is your name, cadet?" the first trooper asked. Omega felt sweat build in her collar as she tried to create a cover name. "Scout. I'm learning to track and scout enemy positions," Omega replied. The two Stormtroopers took a moment to process this information, looking at each other for confirmation. They nodded, then turned to Omega. "We're going to check the other entrances. You return to your quarters, alright?" the first Stormtrooper asked. "I will," Omega replied. The Stormtroopers nodded, then departed down the corridor. Once they were out of sight and hearing range, Omega ran to the door and opened it. "Thinking on your feet. Good going, Omega," Hunter said as he entered with Echo and Wrecker close behind. "Thanks," Omega replied.

The Prison Complex was still warm for Spring on Sullust. But milder than outside. A faint electrical scent, probably from the lights in the ceiling, added to the metallic and lave scents Hunter could smell and taste. As they proceeded through the facility, Hunter was on alert for Stormtroopers. It isn't long before Hunter's senses tell him a squad is approaching. "Hide," Hunter called, but the squad barely reached cover before a team of Stormtroopers, led by Scorch, ambushed and quickly pinned the batch down. Exchanging fire wasn't producing results, and Hunter couldn't find a way to get them out. Suddenly, he saw Omega throw her hands out in frustration at the Stormtroopers. And, to his astonishment, the Stormtroopers were blown away by an invisible force. Immediately, Hunter copies Omega and knocks Scorch down briefly. "I saw the Jedi do that. Is Omega Force Sensitive? Am I Force Sensitive?" Hunter thought as he watched the scene unfold. Wrecker runs forward to check the Stormtroopers and finds a jail key on one.

Meanwhile, Grand Moff Tarkin Grand Moff Tarkin is now fully dressed. He carefully watches the facility, wondering how far Clone Force 99 has gotten. Suddenly, he receives an urgent message from Scorch. "Grand Moff Tarkin, Clone Force 99 have infiltrated the facility. I engaged them with my team, but two appear to be Force Sensitive. We cannot fight them," Scorch called through the intercom. Tarkin is shocked. He had no intelligence reports that indicated one member of Clone Force 99 was Force Sensitive, let alone two. The two Commandos could handle an untrained Force Sensitive, but Tarkin cannot defeat them outright. The only thing Tarkin can think of to stop the squad is to lock down the facility and swarm it with Stormtroopers to capture them.

Back to Clone Force 99 Suddenly, the facility's lights go red and several doors slam down to the ground. "Lockdown," Hunter said, "We've got to hunker down somewhere until we can figure out where we must go," "Over here," Wrecker called as he pulled a door open. The squad went through it and found an elevator. Hunter checks it, discovering that it goes straight to the prison cells. "If there is any chance Tech is down in the cells, we need to go down," Hunter said. "We're on lockdown. We won't be able to use the traditional controls," Omega pointed out. "We could use the key," Wrecker replied, pointing to a keyhole halfway up the elevator door. "We don't have one," Echo groaned until Wrecker showed him. "I took it from one of the Stormtroopers," Wrecker said. "Give it here. We might still be able to use it," Echo demanded. When Wrecker handed the key to Echo, he jammed it in. It didn't work the first time, so Echo turned the key around and stuck it in. It worked. The door opened, and everyone stuffed themselves inside as the elevator door closed, and the elevator lowered them to the prison level. As it turns out, Tech isn't as dead as everyone thinks he is.

While everything was going on upstairs, in a prison cell on the prison floor, a figure awoke and groaned, astonished that he was alive. The figure sat up and took in the surroundings. (Or would if they were wearing goggles due to having been knocked off during his fall on Eriadu? That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out. Tech remembered his backup pair was in his bag. As he groped through his bag, Tech hoped his backup pair wasn't damaged.) Thankfully, when he pulled them out, they weren't. He put the goggles on and took in his surroundings. His metal cell is uninviting. The lights in the ceiling are red, as is the ray shield door. The rough and unsupportive bench and the ray-shielded doors assaulted his taste and smell senses while he saw his unequipped cell. Tech notices a tiny switch in the wall, barely visible. Tech attempts to get the Stormtrooper's attention as they run past, but it's half a dozen attempts before a Stormtrooper responds. "You're alive," the Stormtrooper said. "What's going on?" Tech asked. "A squad of Commandos have broken into the complex. Don't try anything, alright?" the Stormtrooper explained. "I won't," Tech replied. When the Stormtrooper departed, Tech realised his squadmates were there to rescue him. He knows he has to lift the lockdown, but his injuries mean he will struggle. Gritting his teeth, Tech made his way to the control panel. Tech fumbled with the switch but eventually managed to get it working. Once he got the button working, he deactivated the ray shield. Tech then staggered outside and moved towards a nearby control room.

Back to the Batch The red lights and a marginal cooling of the environment were something Echo didn't expect, though he was sure that the prison complex was now on lockdown. They knew that Stormtroopers would be swarming the facility looking for them, and they had to recover Tech's body and find a way out before they were all captured. Soon, the squad reached a terminal. "Try to hack in again," Hunter called as the Stormtroopers started firing on their location. As the squad members returned fire, Echo said, "I can't focus on hacking into the system unless you keep the Stormtroopers off my ass," "Wrecker, try to lock the door down so we don't have to fight off a hundred troopers at once," Hunter said. "On it," Wrecker replied as he ran to the switch and shot it, causing the door to fall. Eventually, Echo gets into the prisoner quarters and discovers a back passage to the prisoner quarters.

Back to Tech Tech hobbled his way to a separate gate control room. Time has progressed to Mid-Afternoon, and it was mild in the room. Metal dominated Tech's senses, though scents from electricity and bacta also hit Tech's nose and mouth as he carefully made his way to the glowing control panel, the only other light coming from a lamp in the ceiling. While the control panel was a new addition to the facility, it dated to before the Clone Wars. As Tech tried to work to lift one of the heavy doors remotely, he was struggling due to injuries sustained in the fall. Tech also knows he has little time to activate the door before troopers intercept him. Just as he thinks about being intercepted by Stormtroopers, Tech hears Stormtroopers approach and search for a hiding place. Just after he hides inside a closet, Tech readies his blasters as the Stormtroopers enter. After a few moments, Tech burst out of the closet and stunned the two Stormtroopers. Finally, he returns to the control panel and swipes a data card from one of the stunned Stormtroopers. The data card allows Tech to access the control panel and open one of the doors.

Back to Clone Force 99 Clone Force 99 reaches the prison complex entrance but is hampered again by multiple closed doors. Omega and Hunter are starting to tire due to their use of the Force, but they're still determined to get Tech's body back. Echo attempts to hack into the complex again but only opens one door. "No good. Wrecker, can you open the other door?" Echo asked. Wrecker attempts to open the door in multiple ways, but it won't budge. "What if Omega and I use the force to make the door budge enough for Wrecker to get it open?" Echo suggests. "Sounds like a plan," Hunter replied. He and Omega channel the Force again, and the door budges up a few inches. "Now, Wrecker," Hunter said as Wrecker gets under the door and gradually pulls it up. To their surprise, the door behind that door was open. Once they enter, Echo heads for the control panel room. And to his shock, Tech is standing unsteadily in the room. "YOU'RE ALIVE!" Tech and Echo shouted to each other. Hunter, Omega and Wrecker follow inside, and all embrace Tech upon seeing him. "We just came to recover your body. We had no idea you were alive," Omega said, tears streaming down her face. However, their joy is short-lived as they must scatter from an approaching horde of Stormtroopers. Each squad member attempts to stun as many Stormtroopers as they can. However, the swarm is seemingly endless. Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Omega try to move towards a common meeting point, but the Stormtroopers herd Clone Force 99 towards an endpoint. Suddenly, Scorch appears from nowhere next to Omega, wielding a minigun. "Aren't you the one who helped fake my death?" Omega asked, astonished at seeing Scorch again. "Yes. I must go on the run after this. There's no way the Empire will allow me to stay," Scorch replied as he started firing, mass-stunning the troopers. "You can stay with us," Omega suggested. "I could, for a bit. I'll need to head to Kashyyk to find Sev," Scorch replied, "Now, get in contact with your brothers, alright?" "Alright," Omega replied. Omega used her communicator to message the other squad members, and everyone escaped through a backway, Wrecker carrying Tech to safety.

Several days later. Tech is sitting outside on Pabu several days after his rescue. The squad was with them, although Scorch had departed to search for Sev. It was a warm mid-morning summer, and Tech enjoyed the warm sun on his batca-patched cheek. Phee was sitting with him, evidently having endured several sleepless nights without him. Tech can smell and taste the bacta patches covering a considerable portion of his body, the rock making up the island, plants and the sea. The picnic rug was soft on his feet. Everyone can tell that Tech's goggles are his backup pair, though only Tech could see the Lula sticker on the edge of the frame. Tech noticed that the data chip he took from Sullust had more data than he first realised. The data was well encrypted, and Tech smiled as he thought, "Finally, a challenge worthy of my skill," Tech inserted the data chip into his datapad and started using various techniques he knew to decode what was on it. The first two attempts failed, with two approaches proving useless. "Alright. Let's try this then," Tech said as he attempted a rare decrypting technique that he learned during the infiltration of Sako Minor. After several minutes, Tech decrypted the data. And Tech is amazed at what's on it. He had access to all the classified information regarding Royce Hemlock's location. "Echo, round everyone up. I've discovered something huge," Tech said into his communicator. "Will do," Echo responded. "What's up?" Phee asked. "I've discovered where the Empire is holding Crosshair," Tech turned to Phee. "You have?" Echo asked, but Phee interrupted, "Please don't rush off again until healing is complete. Brown eyes. I almost lost you," "We won't go anywhere until healing is complete. We also need to coordinate with Rex and a friend of Omega's before we launch a rescue mission," Tech replied. Phee nodded, and Tech held her shoulder, "I'm sorry I offended you during our last conversation. It was never my intention, and I was distracted ensuring everything for our mission was ready," "Apology accepted, brown eyes," Phee replied. A moment later, the rest of the squad arrived. "What have you found?" Hunter asked. When Tech handed his datapad to Hunter, his eyes widened with shock. "Mt. Tantiss. Wayland. That's where Dr Hemlock is holding Crosshair." Hunter said, "We'll have to send this to Rex and Khan. Then Omega and I need to continue to work on managing our Force Abilities," "Sounds like a plan," Tech replied. The squad nodded and left Tech and Phee to watch the waves.

Meanwhile, on Mt. Tantiss It is a mild mid-morning summer day on Mt. Tantiss, Wayland, and an angry Dr. Hemlock marches into the prison bay and straight to the cells. Nala Se is in one of them. Lighting up her cell are lights on the roof and the ray-shielded door. Dr. Hemlock can smell and taste the Kaminoan and the Ray Shield. The floor is rough but slightly damp due to the vent in the roof keeping things more humid for Nala Se. Once again, the tiniest bit of a strange band is present on Nala Se's wrist. "You lied," Dr Hemlock snarled. Nala Se looked up, confused, "About what?" "About not having created Force Sensitive clones," Dr. Hemlock spat. He grabbed a datapad sent from Grand Moff Tarkin and presented it to Nala Se. "What is this about?" Nala Se asked. She watched the footage and saw Hunter and Omega using the Force several times during the scuffle on Sullust. Nala Se's eyes widened, "I had no idea they were Force Sensitive. Force Sensitive Clones are news to me," "I can have you executed right now for this," Dr Hemlock stated bluntly, and to emphasise his point, the Commando standing next to him pointed his blaster at Nala Se. Nala Se, however, is unmoved. "Executed? You know I'm the one who created these two, so if you execute me, you'll lose that knowledge," Nala Se replied coolly. Dr. Hemlock breathed deeply to calm himself, then continued, "Alright. What do you need to replicate this?" As the Commando lowered his blaster, Nala Se replied, "A perfect replication of my laboratories from Kamino. That's the only way you're standing a chance of fulfilling the Emperor's wishes," "Alright. Then that's what we'll do," Dr Hemlock replied before he left the cell.

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Tags: Post-Canon; Post-Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Season/Series 02; Crosshair Rejoins Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch; Hunter Whump (Star Wars: The Bad Batch); Slavery; Whump; Overstimulation; Rescue; Canon-Typical Violence; Reunions; Crying; Hopeful Ending

Summary: After Tech, after Omega, after everything, Hunter gets captured by Zygerrian slavers. He’s just about ready to give up the fight when help arrives – in the shape of a brother thought long lost.

Written for day 1 of @tbb-appreciation-week: Hunter - Force Sensitive AU | Carried to Safety | "I almost lost you."

#tbbaw2023 #hunter #day 1 #fic #whump #carried to safety #crosshair #the bad batch #hunter and crosshair #my writing

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Aftermath

Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Aftermath

When they finally reached your car, Dick hesitated. Glancing back at Jason, he whispered, “We need the keys.”

Tears instantly welling up in his eyes, he took a single step forward, “Dick?”

Dick turned slightly, trying to shield you from Tim’s view. “Timmy, stay back. You don’t need to see this.”

Tim shook his head, still not believing what he was seeing in front of him. “But, wha- Is she-…. No. She… she can’t be…”

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asked solemnly.

“I-I don’t…. He and Damian were… I don’t…”

Dick nodded. “It’s okay, Tim. I’ll find them. Why don’t you take a seat?”

“Yeah,” Dick muttered. “She was standing at the front door when it… when it happened.”

He squeezed your shoulder tightly as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Without turning around, Dick whispered, “She couldn’t have known, Jason. None of us could have known.”

Dick opened his mouth but before he could speak, Tim’s voice squeaked from the other room. “Bruce!”

Dick and Jason both paled and looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But finally, Dick nodded softly. “I’ll do it. It should be me.”

“What is it? What happened?” he demanded.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all exchanged a look before Dick stepped forward. “Bruce, I’m so sorry. She, um…. We tried but there was nothing we could do.”

The realization of what Dick was saying slowly dawned on Bruce. His usual stoic face crumbled into one of pain and disbelief. Gruffly, he asked, “Where is she?”

“We went to the movies. We were finally letting ourselves take a day off and just be normal,” Dick whispered from behind him. “She was happy until–”

“Jason…” Dick muttered softly. “This isn’t the time fo–”

“Did she suffer?” Bruce interrupted. “Was she in any…”

“No. She said it was mostly just numb,” Dick reassured him.

But Jason scoffed loudly. “Would she have actually told us if she was in pain? She would have wanted us to think she was okay, even if she had been in pure agony.”

Bruce nodded. “She always tries- tried to look out for everyone else, even above herself.”

The three men stood in silence, gazing down at you as they thought about everything you had done for them over the years.

Bruce sighed. “Damian’s already out on patrol. He’ll need to be called back. He deserves to know and he deserves to hear it from us.”

Dick nodded. “I’ll let him know we need him back here.” As he turned to leave, he grabbed Jason’s arm and forced him to come with him so Bruce could have a moment alone.

He leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before whispering, “Goodbye, my daughter.”

Then he turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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No.5 "You better pray I don't get up this time around."

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Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken."

When Harrison had met Tai, he’d certainly not expected to grow so fond of him so quickly. But it had just felt… right. They’d somehow got good chemistry, hitting it off immediately after a slightly rocky start. Even though Harrison was busy with university, he still found time to see the Irishman, and they’d fallen into bed on more than one occasion.

They’d decided to change things up a bit and go for a hike rather than their usual bars, and it was nice, the change of pace. It was a short enough drive out of the city, up into the hills, and they enjoyed the warm sun on their faces and good conversation as they walked.

They’d stopped to eat lunch, taking in the views over the city, and when Tai had leaned in for a kiss, Harrison hadn’t pushed him away. It was nice, the casual domesticity of it all. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to kiss him.

As they headed back down the hills, they had to pay attention a bit more as to where they were putting their feet, loose stones and dust easy to lose their footing on. Hars had already done it once, his knee giving out on him, but Tai had caught him with a breathless laugh. They were virtually back at the car when Tai stumbled, twisting his ankle as he went.

He definitely heard a crunch, and the pain was immediate, red hot agony. He just about managed to keep himself upright, but couldn’t take any weight through that foot, gripping onto Harrison like his life depended on it, knuckles white.

"Hey, hey, easy." Harrison was quick to take his weight, wrapping a strong arm around him. "I've got you."

“Fuck.” He whimpered.

"What's wrong?"

“My ankle.” Tai groaned. He tentatively stretched it out towards the ground and recoiled almost immediately. “Nope.”

"Careful!" He couldn't hide his worry. "Let's sit, let me have a look."

“I felt something go.”

"I heard it." Harrison admitted.

“You’re gonna have to drive.” He whined.

"That's the least of my worries."

“Hurts.” He panted, feeling woozy. “Where are we sitting?”

"Just down, you look like you're gonna pass out." He said softly.

Tai nodded, and sat with Harrison’s help on the dirt. “Fuck.”

"I've got you, you're gonna be okay." He soothed, rubbing Tai's back.

“How bad does it look? It felt bad.”

Harrison pulled a face. "I've seen worse. But it's broken, there's no doubt."

“I was hoping you weren’t gonna say that.”

"So was I."

“I’m not gonna be able to stand.”

"I can carry you?"

Tai scoffed. “Really?”

"Hey, don’t be so mean."

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself too.”

"I'll be fine."

“Mm.” He mumbled. “Hurts like fuck.”

"If we get back to my car, I've got stuff in the boot."

He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

"Or I can go get it, but I'll have to leave you alone for ten minutes." He absently pressed a kiss to his hair. "Hey, if I do that, you'll be high as a kite for the rest of the hike. You might enjoy it."

“I just want to go home.”

"I know, love." He rubbed Tai's arm, the affection instinctive. "I know."

“Can we go back to the car?”

"Of course. Want me to carry you?"

He nodded sheepishly. “I’m not gonna be able to stand.”

"You know, there are easier ways to get close to me." He teased, standing up.

“You don’t like the damsel in distress routine?” Tai joked weakly.

He helped him to his feet, balancing himself s moment before looping an arm under his knees. He moved as gentle as he could, aware each movement would be agony for Tai. Concern covered his face as he frowned at him, eyes wide with worry.

"Is that okay?"

Tai had definitely paled, everything spinning a little, but he nodded. “Yeah.” He replied tensely.

"Just breathe, you're okay. I've got you." He murmured. "You're okay."

“Didn’t know you were this strong.”

"Am I more attractive now?" He teased.

“Maybe.”

"This all a ploy to get closer to me?"

“Would be funny if it was.”

He grinned down at Tai. "Y’know, there's easier ways."

“Probably less painful too.”

"Oh, most definitely."

“Was a nice hike, though.”

"I certainly enjoyed the view."

“Yeah?”

He hummed. "And the scenery was nice, too."

“Oh, shut up.”

"I'm serious."

“So am I.”

"I'll be quiet then."

Tai leaned into him with a soft hum. “You can keep talking.”

"Ah, no. You've made your bed, you can lie in it, suffer in silence and all that." He'd barely made it a few steps before his act broke and he laughed.

“See, you can’t resist me.”

He hummed. "Yeah, something like that."

He was quiet for a minute. “You think it’s definitely broken?”

"I'd put money on it." He said softly.

“Ugh.”

"Hey, you'll have to come stay with me." He murmured. "I can look after you then, make sure you have everything you need."

“Oh, so now you’re trying to get me to move in?”

There was a hint of blush on his cheeks. "Maybe."

“Not complaining.”

"You're not?"

“You just promised to wait on me hand and foot.”

"Like a king." He teased.

“Mm, perfect.”

"Only fair."

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Day 1: When Omega checked her brothers, Zero-one was gone.

@tbb-appreciation-week

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99point9percentwhump · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 17 alt carried to safety - art edition

#Whumptober 2022 #carried to safety #art #wounded #carried #supported #fireman carry

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Bloody betrayal

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Day 24: FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE |blood-covered hands | "I don't want to do this anymore" | catatonic

Alt 12: Carried to safety

+ this prompt by @whump-all-the-way

After Whumpee's betrayed and beaten by their team, Caretaker rescues them.

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CWs: past beating, past betrayal, aftermath of a beating, past captivity, past choking, past stabbing, implied torture, emeto

Whumpee crawls out of the sewer and slumps against a shop door, hand pressed to their throbbing ribs, now broken as well as slashed, blinking away pained tears. They'd expected some sort of response to their return – suspicion maybe, they'd understand that, relief or joy even. They'd hoped for treatment for their injuries. They are... were friends, after all. But not... not this.

Not a beating as bad as Whumper often gave them. Not for Leader, who took them under his wing, who they looked up to for years, to punch them as soon as he saw them. Not for Teammate, their so-called 'best friend', to look at them coldly as they lay on the floor and demand to know what they'd betrayed, knuckles bloody.

Whumper called them an animal, a nothing. They didn't realise their team would feel the same way.

They thought Whumper broke them, when he finally conditioned them to stop reacting to hits, to call him Sir and thank him for the pain. But apparently there was a part of them left that still hoped. Hoped for a reunion, friendly voices, to belong again in a place that wasn't a cell.

A part of them left to break.

Not any longer though. That's gone.

Whumpee runs a wet hand down their aching face. Are there– they thought that muzzle scarred. It certainly felt like it dug in enough to.

Did it not? Or did their team just not care?

Whumpee groans and closes their eyes, whole body throbbing. They really took a pounding back there. Oh, their team left them alone, of course, once they were thoroughly beaten down. Left them in a cell, probably to come back to the next day. Without even any restraints.

Whumpee snorts at that, then claps a broken hand to his head. If they'd bothered to care about what happened to him, they'd never have left him unrestrained. They're not as hopeless at escapology as they once were. But they did.

They did, because they didn't care.

Whumpee needs to move soon, before their former team comes out looking for their prisoner. But they really can't summon up the energy to. What do they have left, after all? Where can they go? All they had was the hope of seeing their team again, and that's gone now.

"You realise you're leaving a trail of blood, darlin'? I can follow you all the way to your HQ."

Whumpee looks up to see someone standing on the opposite doorstep, wearing a black trenchcoat and hat, and smoking a cigarette. He pushes himself off the wall and stubs out his cigarette when he sees Whumpee's face.

"What the 'ell 'appened to you?"

Belatedly, Whumpee realises that they didn't bother to wipe their face. Their teammates earlier didn't notice anything was wrong, why the fuck would anyone else?

Apparently, someone else would.

"None of your business. Just fuck off."

The man frowns. "Your voice. You been choked lately?"

Whumpee feels a lump in their throat, and holds still as the man approaches, tracing the air above their sensitive, bruising throat. Their hands twitch to use their powers and hold the man off but they've learned over the past two months what happens if they even appear to be using them. So they just watch, warily, as the man touches their bruises lightly.

It's a kinder touch than they've had in months. This stranger is being kinder than their own team and they don't trust it.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Making sure you can still breathe right, since you ain't doin' it."

"You can't tell that from... that."

"Sure I can. Dunno why I bothered though, it's clear from the arguing that you can. Didn't you 'ave some sorta power last time we met?"

"We've never met."

The man shrugs with an air of deliberate nonchalance. "If you say so." Whumpee slumps forward, suddenly drained, and the man puts a hand on his chest, holding him upright. "Woah. Easy there darlin'. Want help gettin' back 'ome?"

"'m not– not going back to base. And I'm not helping you either. Just to be clear. I'm done with this fight. I've been on both sides and neither's worth it. So either kill me or leave, I'm no use to you."

"Oh no you don't, darlin'. Well, you don't have to fight, but you'll die if you stay here. And I'm not lettin' you die... Whumpee, isn't it?"

"Maybe. Who are you?"

"Caretaker. Well, that's not my real name o'course, but maybe if you stay long enough you'll find it out. So. You comin'?"

Whumpee pauses, looking the man up and down. He looks... sincere, but not honest, although Whumpee themself isn't always honest either. Technically, he's also their enemy, but they don't really have any allies left.

And he's right. They will die if they stay here, if not now then as soon as their team finds them. Or maybe not as soon as. Maybe the team will beat them up some more first. They nod, regretting it as their head throbs.

"Fine. I'll come."

Caretaker grins. "Excellent. Can you walk?"

"I don't–" Whumpee tries to lever themself up against a wall and falls with a yelp as they try to put weight on their ankle and an agonising pulse runs up their leg. "Maybe not."

"Well, I'm gonna have to carry you then. 'old still." Caretaker hefts Whumpee into his arms, cursing as he stumbles. "You eaten anythin' lately? Cos it sure don't feel like it."

"Not for a while," mumbles Whumpee, clamping their lips shut as their stomach roils and everything hurts from the jolting. "'m gonna be sick."

"Well don't do it on my coat, it's already got your blood on it. Far too much in fact. You been stabbed?"

"Slashed," murmurs Whumpee, before retching. Caretaker tips them sideways so their bile falls onto the pavement, waiting patiently for them to finish.

"You done?"

"F'r now."

"Well, can you hold on until you're not gonna throw up on my favourite coat?"

"Probably?"

"That'll do." And Caretaker takes off walking at a brisk pace. Whumpee slumps against his chest, unable to hold themself up anymore. Even if this man does mean harm, they're in no shape to defend themself. No point bothering to try.

"Dammit darlin'. Hold on just a lil bit longer, come..."

Caretaker's voice fades, along with the rest of the world.

Whumpee half-wakes to the sound of voices.

"How are they?"

"They'll live, boss. And their wings should grow back, if the latest research is correct. But it's weird."

"What is?"

"I did an MRI scan to check the state of their brain, because I needed to see what that knock did to it, and it looks like someone's been meddling with it. There's energy traces in there. It's not just a concussion causing problems."

There's a growl. "Someone with powers has been inside their brain?"

"Yes, boss."

""That's... that's why they don't remember me, int it?"

Whumpee groans, wanting to ask what's going on, why Caretaker sounds so unbearably sad, but their mouth won't obey and nor will their eyes and before they can try to move their aching body, the world fades again.

When they wake, they won't remember this conversation at all.

Picrews (link) - Whumpee just after being treated, Caretaker, and Medic

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Day Eight - "Everything Hurts and I'm Dying"

Stomach pain | Head Trauma | Back from the dead (using very loosely for Declan because he was essentially living dead-)

Alt prompt: Carried to safety

Whumptober Masterlist!

This includes my OC's Declan, Vince, August & Lucas from my series 'Shattered'

CW: Nightmare, Panic Attack, Fear of recapture, Whumpee thinks caretaker is new master, Vampire whumper, bloodbag whumpee, vampire caretaker, previous captivity/torture, sleep paralysis, mentions of blood/blood drinking, adult language, noncon drugging

"It’s been a while, Deccy…"

A hoarse, wailing scream rips from Declan’s throat before he’s even opened his eyes. Before he can even throw the duvet covers off, dive out of the bed and scuttle away to cower and hide.

He can’t. Obviously. His useless body, limp limbs and fatigued muscles stay perfectly frozen, statuesque. Even when he has the spirit to fight back, the drive to survive - his body has laid down its weapons and surrendered.

That voice. That demeaning nickname. Please…no.

The voice Declan prayed he’d never have to hear again, striking cold fear into him like a stake through the heart.

If only he had a stake-

Sleep-riddled eyes blink rapidly to clear the blurry lens over his eyes, eyelashes fluttering so quick it could create gusts of wind. A pitch-black room surrounds him, the bedroom his new master keeps him in - it’s submerged in a shadowy darkness in the dead of night now, warm hues of light leak through the curtains from the oil street lamps outside.

Still Declan scans the darkness. Whoever teaches their children to not fear the dark, the monster under their bed - are idiots. They’re real threats. Monsters are real, and they lurk in the shadows, hiding where you least expect it. They’re called vampires…leeches.

Eyes. Glowing red eyes. Hovering in the doorway. The dark figure emerges slowly from the shadows, Declan feels the tears already drip down his cheeks.

This can't be happening. Please.

Vince.

"You honestly believed I'd wave you off into the world that easily?" Vince skulks closer to him, bearing his fangs in a predatory smirk, "Stupid, stupid boy. Not a chance. I told you, I'd always find you."

Declan never doubted that. Not for a second. His walls have not and will not come down.

But he had to hope, even if he didn’t truly believe, and every alarm bell in his head clanged from the moment he found out August bought him. A small part of him really did wish that Vince’s threats were hollow and empty. He was right to not place his trust in his new captors, they’re giving him back.

They hadn't even given him a chance, he doesn't know what they want from him so how can he behave?

Declan’s jaw stutters open, dropping into a choking gasp trying to speak but still the words are so far from reach. He can see the words, the letters floating around all jumbled up in his mind but whenever he tries to grab them, they dissolve in his hands.

He tries to reach for his notepad, hoping he can write down his pleas to the foul creature but his body won’t respond. Not so much as a twitch of the finger. Paralysed, all he can do is sit like bait in the lion's cage. As Vince draws near, Declan can only let out a petrified whimper and a distraught sob.

It’s like he’s dead again - well, not dead. Living dead? Zombified? He’s trapped within himself again, almost comatose. A prisoner in both body and soul.

Maybe it’s supposed to be this way. If it’s so easy for vampires to drag him this way, that way, pull at his strings like a puppet and throw him around like a ragdoll. Is there much point in fighting it? If his body is giving up, maybe he should too.

No - he tries to blow the thought away. He can’t go back with Vince. Why can’t he stay with the new master? At least here he’s a glorified prisoner. He’s got an actual bed, for crying out loud! A mattress he can sink into and feel like he’s floating on a cloud and not the damp mattress in Vince's basement, where he’d wake up covered in bug bites.

Vince’s hand wraps around Declan’s windpipe and he shrieks, but flops as he’s lifted up off the bed. The fangs near his neck again, the nerve-endings on the barely-healed scars light up in white agony.

“My food. My blood bag. My fridge. You know your place, don’t you, Deccy? Or do I need to beat that back into you?” Vince mumbles against his neck, his teeth scratching against the sore skin, Declan’s whole body trembles. Still he can’t respond, but the wet sob answers for him.

The fangs instantly pierce Declan’s neck, sinking deep and aiming to drain Declan dry.

Everything goes black in an instant, and the world seems to implode around him with only the sound of his guttural screaming being the only thing left in existence.

*!*!*!*

Declan wakes up screaming, drenched in cold sweat and writhing against the damp bed sheets. His hand swings up to clasp around his throat... no blood? No pain? Just fear. He can't catch his breath and the tears still freely flow without restraint.

It was just a nightmare, Vince isn't really here. One threat down, one left to go. Unbelievable relief washes over him when he realises it wasn't real -

Until it is real. And when he glances to the doorway, the red eyes are still there, still glaring and a figure steps out again.

"Nnnnn!!!!" Declan whines, throwing himself out of bed and thudding on the floor, sliding against the wood and backing himself into the nearest corner near the bookshelf. He grabs a pile of books and uses it as his ammunition, lobbing the books with as much strength as he can muster. One after the other, no holding back. Until he he hears a pained yelp.

"Ow!"

That doesn't sound like Vince? Though it doesn't matter, not in the midst of Declan's petrified and foggy mind. He just feels vulnerable and threatened, and he'll protect himself for as long as his body holds out.

August and Lucas run further into the room, horrified by the sight of Declan, shivering and cowering in the corner - crying out as he throws books defensively.

“Declan, it’s okay! You were having a nightmare, we’re not going to hurt you!”

Declan doesn’t listen, he continues squealing. He's beside himself, utterly inconsolable. August and Lucas make the wordless call, a silent nod of agreement to go and drag him back into bed.

His legs kick wildly underneath him, swinging in the air as they both hook their arms under his armpits and lift him up, walking him back over to bed and trying to shush his growing cries.

"You're okay! You're good! We're just helping you back into bed, bud. Nothing more."

It doesn't work, Declan makes all his muscles as heavy as lead and tries to slump to the floor, thudding like a tonne of bricks and refusing to budge, like a child having a temper tantrum.

August scoops him off the floor with ease, cradling him close in a bridal carry and walking him back over to the bed. Letting him roll out of his grip and back under the blankets. But still Declan fights, bucking and trying to jump up, pushing against August's hands as they try to tuck him in.

"Lucas, I need you to hold him down-"

Declan panics, he knew it. He fucking knew it. They're going to hurt him. It was too good to be true. All of this, all the false promises and the deception.

He’s just so damn scared and confused, nothing makes sense to him and all his trust in the world has been shredded. And they’re going to punish him for it.

"I need to give him something to help him sleep. He's too worked up- he's going to hurt himself."

"Nnn!" Declan moans, thrashing in resistance to the hands pinning him against the bed.

"It's okay, mate. It's to help you, not hurt you. I promise" Lucas tries to console, it goes in one ear and out the other.

Where does the deceit end? Vince may never have used drugs but this was just another way to make him feel powerless, to take his control. To be at someone else's mercy.

"Declan, I'm going to give you some Midazolam, okay? It's just going to help you calm down and get you to sleep."

It's important he's kept in the loop every step of the way. To give him back that humanity. He deserves to understand what's going on, even if it needs repeating over and over to sink in.

August pushes Declan's overgrown hair to the side and plunges the needle in before he can resist and pull away. Declan's mouth drops open in a silent gasp before he flops in Lucas arms.

This isn't fair...he's spent so long without any control, unable to even talk or move, stuck inside himself. And whilst he never believed a word of it, August promised - the vampire had promised time and time again that he was safe here, that they wouldn't make him do a single thing he doesn't want to.

Well, he doesn't want to go to sleep. He doesn't want to stay here. He doesn't want to be a bloodbag. He doesn’t want to see another vampire for the rest of his life.

He wants to go home.

The sleep comes for him to steal him away, darkness cornering the edges of his vision. Weak, trembling fingers clutch onto August's dress shirt.

"L-Liar-" he croaks, before his head lolls to the side and he's dragged into forced slumber.

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