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One of my favorite tropes has got to be a sick villain waking up on the hero's couch, initially calm with the knowledge they're comfortable and being looked after, until they try and move and find their hands cuffed above them
#the hero wanting to help but also not trusting them?#the villain feeling betrayed?#bone apple tea#kitty screams#villain x hero#hero caretaker#hero carewhumper#hero whumper#villain whumpee#hero x villain#prompts#writing prompts#hero x villain prompts#whump prompts#sickfic prompts
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Please please, can we have some rescued Civilian? From anyone, just, ✨ rescued civilian✨
Rescued.
"You know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"
Civilian offered no response, curling further against the wall, blood still warm, staining their face.
They hid their face behind their knees and hands.
"Right, love?" Villain insisted, voice trembling as they kneeled before their partner "They wanted to use you against me, Hero wanted to hurt you.”
Villain took off their mask with a harsh pull, throwing it to the side. They reached forward slowly, wanting for Civilian to face them, perhaps that way, they thought, the sight of their lover would ease them.
It didn't.
As the blood-stained fingers brushed against Civilian’s face the trembling person whimpered in fear.
Shocked, Villain took away their hand.
“I’m sorry, Civilian,” they whispered “I never meant for you to be involved in any of this.”
“Let me leave,” Civilian’s voice trembled. “I won’t tell anyone who you are.”
Villain sighed.
“I know you won’t. Stand up.”
A second, a heartbeat.
As gently as they could, yet firmly still, Villain grabbed onto their arm, pulling them up. Trembling legs pushed them straight into the arms of the criminal, barely able to keep themselves up, Civilian felt the arms of their lover - the killer - sneak behind their waist to keep them upright, such a normal, mundane action from them, brought shivers to their spine.
With a clean, white handkerchief, Villain cleaned their face. Then, they placed their jacket right back on, all sight of blood gone from view.
“We’re going back home,” they said, looking right back at the wide, teary eyes that stared at them, kissing the forehead of their lover “I’m gonna take care of the wounds Hero dared to make on you, I’ll clean you up. Then, I’ll cook you something hot, something you like. We’ll eat dinner together, and then we’ll talk.”
Civilian shook their head, crying harder.
“I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. I would never, ever hurt you,” they grabbed their chin, lifting Civilian’s face up to make them face them “but I don’t have the same considerations for others, so be careful when we go out on the streets, love.”
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Masterlist
Rescued Civilian, yes. Terrified of their rescuer Civilian, also yes.
#my writing#creative writing#hero x villain#heroes and villains#villain x hero#short story#hero#writing wip#writing snippet#villain x civilian#civilian x villain#villain#villains and heroes#wips#civilian whumpee#carewhumper#villain carewhumper
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Flu
Hero wheezed, hands coming to rest on their knees as Villain landed their last punch to Hero's side. Their vision spun, tremors sliding up and down their form.
Villain reared up to strike again but was halted by Hero who had fallen into a coughing fit, sinking to hands and knees. Villain knelt in front of Hero who flinched violently, but Villain only placed a gentle hand on their forehead. They gasped, recoiling, "Hero, you're burning up., what is happening?"
"Flu- get away from m-me!" The crime-fighter shrieked, pushing away on their hands, but Villain easily stepped forward and scooped them up, their weak body relaxing into the cradling touch.
"You're coming with me."
"N-no hurting?" Hero's head lolled onto their shoulder, half delirious.
"...no, no hurting."
#hero#hero trope#hero x villain#villian x hero#hero whumpee#sickfic#villain caretaker#villain whumper#carewhumper
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Pay the Price
“Are they coming?” Hero whispered, her voice raspy and gravely from days of being unused.
Villain looked up from her phone. “What?”
“Are—are they coming? My team?” She stammered. She peeked up from her knees, strands of hair messily falling into her face. Villain stared back at her, an eyebrow raised. Hero shrunk backwards.
The woman who’d been watching over her hadn’t been much more than apathetic to the hostage. She asked her name once, gave her’s, then they didn’t speak again unless she was handing her a plate of food and had to prompt Hero into uncurling from the bunched-up lump she’d assumed the past few days.
Villain hadn’t been cruel, but she was a villain—she could be cruel.
“No, not yet.”
“When’s my time up?” Hero asked.
“It was up yesterday.”
“O-oh.” Hero leaned back down into her knees. What was going to happen? The time was up, her team wasn’t going to come, and now…she was entirely at the mercy of the villains that kidnapped her.
“You aren’t going to get hurt, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Hero’s head slammed up again so hard and so fast that she could’ve broken her neck if she had a scrap more strength in her weakened body. “Really?” She managed scratchily.
It wasn’t what she expected to hear—Hero didn’t expect to hear anything at all, and definitely not from her captor that barely even glanced at her unless it was necessary—but even so, the words came as a slight cooling balm to the frantic, erratic thumping of her heart.
Her wide eyes locked with Villain’s eyes, wildly searching her for any sign of deception in her steely gaze.
“I’m in charge of anything that happens to you, and I’m not a big fan of the ‘cutting off a body part per day’ things—its too messy, and I’m the one that has to clean up afterwards.” Villain shrugged. She glanced back down at her phone, but shoved it in her pocket and leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. “Why isn’t your team coming? I thought heroes were supposed to save people, especially their own teammate.”
Hero hesitated, her mouth dry as she searched for the words to say—if she should speak at all. She wasn’t captured to be friendly with her captors. Saying too much would expose her vulnerabilities, her weaknesses, her insecurities. Things easily manipulated. It would be better to stay silent as she was before and bunch her head back between her knees.
But she hadn’t talked in so long.
Usually, she preferred to be alone and stay silent, but it had been so long without any contact with anybody that she found herself craving a conversation.
“Here, drink this. You don’t want to lose your voice.” Villain said.
Hero barely caught the plastic water bottle.
To Villain’s credit, she hadn’t been unnecessarily cruel with the bonds. Hero’s hands were untied, and she could move them around as she pleased. It was only her right ankle that had a chain around it, attached to a hook in the floor. Even then, it was firm but it wasn’t too tight. She had enough slack from the chain to get up and pace a few steps, if she chose.
It granted Hero the ability to drink the water herself instead of having to rely on somebody else to do it. She had that to be thankful for, she told herself in an effort to calm herself down.
“…th—thank you.” Hero gulped.
Villain took the empty plastic bottle. “My question?” She prompted.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I tried my hardest—I really did—but,” her voice cracked and tears began to burn in her eyes, “but I’m the dispensable one. I’m not as close with them as they are with each other…I’m just—there.”
She shoved her palms over her eyes, trying to push back the tears to keep them from flowing. She didn’t want to cry. Not with Villain watching.
“So are you going to sit here and wait for them to come?”
“Do I have a choice?” Came the responding sniffle.
What else was she supposed to do? It wasn’t as if she could do much from her prison. The only things to do were sleep, dissociate, wallow in self pity, or stare at the blank wall and do a weird combination of all.
Hero could feel Villain’s eyes honed on her, as palpable as a hawk’s gaze.
“Your deadline already passed, so that means I have full control over you. As I said before, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not going to chop off your body parts and send it to them in a box, I’m not going to kill you, but I don’t think you want to sit in here everyday for the rest of your life.” Villain answered. “Is that what you want?”
Mutely, Hero shook her head.
“Then you do have an option. You can stay in this room forever, or you can become a villain.”
“B—but—“ Hero gaped. “I—I can’t be a villain, I…” Her heart pounded too loud, throbbing in her ears, jackhammering against her chest as if it would burst that moment.
Villain’s hands on her wrists were cold as ice, but gentle as she moved Hero’s hands aside. “Hero, right? I don’t usually take a vested interest in captives, but I’m taking it in you, so you should use that.”
“Can I—can I have time to think about it?” She croaked. She had all the time in the world. Her—the team wasn’t coming anytime soon.
Villain nodded, stepped away, and within a few seconds, it was back to how it usually was. Villain was back to guarding the door, looking at something on her phone without much interest towards her prisoner, and Hero was shrinking into her body as if it were a shield.
However, this time, Hero wasn’t desperately clinging onto the scrap of hope that the team was coming.
This time…she was considering taking the deal.
The team hasn’t been willing to pay the price of her ransom or come save her from the clutches of evil. If she joined Villain, she could make them pay the price for their betrayal.
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Caretaker who is a part of a group of assassins, or maybe another armed group. They have a mission and go with a partner to get a target. Caretaker's partner insists on it despiste Caretaker not wanting to, and they take an opportunitg where the target's family is involved. The target's child and spouse... On the end, they end up traumatizing a child and possibly killing/hurting the spouse and killing the target. Caretaker then rebels against their partner because what they did was WRONG and now they ran away--quit the group--and took the child, Whumpee, under their wing.
"I did not want to do that".
Whumpee looks up at them, their eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.
"It was a simple decision for you, wasn't it? Destroy someone's life or no. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, would it?" Their voice was filled with sarcasm.
Caretaker couldn't bear to look at them.
"I'm-I'm sorry."
Whumpee looked away and didn't spoke to then for the rest of the night.
#inspired by Heroes#the old show old stan lee helped writing#ep. 17#when the politial and nuclear man go to claires house#and with a simple decision decide to attack their target#i was thinking on how easily their little convenience could be the difference of traumatizing a bunch of children-claire and a little boy-#or letting them grow healthy#whumpee#caretaker#assassin caretaker#whumper turned caretaker#carewhumper#accidental caretaker#whump prompts#found family#maybe?#i was watching heroes#death mention#whump
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Secret Santa prompt!
Merry Christmas you guys!! I know I've been gone a while but I had taken a part in a discord writing secret Santa! My person was @onlywhump so I really hope you enjoy!!
Lots To Do
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It was a bright day out. The sun was shining, the people in the city were happy… and the hero was on their way to a meeting with their boss, superhero! Well… maybe less of a meeting and more of an evaluation. The week prior the hero had brought to light a gruesome story of a civilian that had been kidnapped by a villain the world had now deemed “the metal welder” for their horrific crime of turning the once loved civilian into a robotic structure that was once remnant of a person. Although the hero was able to save the civilian, they had found that the villain had made a quick escape before they or their team could catch them. Hero had been well thanked for their hard work towards discovering, locating, and saving the victim involved… though they had hoped to have gotten the thanks for catching the villain too. But the most important part was getting the victim! That the hero did leaving them *something* to be proud of.
But.. maybe if they were a little quicker, then they wouldn’t have gotten here….
Everything had gone by so fast. One moment the hero was rummaging through their bag to find their keys to get inside the building, then the next they were on the ground. There were dark stars invading their vision from all over that continued to grow until they could see nothing at all! The worst part was they couldn’t even see who it was that had caused this…
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By the time the poor hero woke up something was different. Very different. However there was little time given to figure out what it was that had changed before a voice from somewhere behind them spoke up.
“Sleep well?”
Hero sat up quickly, a panic rushing through their mind as they scrambled to find who it was behind them. Strangely enough.. their head was able to turn far enough to meet the eyes of their kidnapper. Could their neck go that far before?
“Ah, I see you’re using your new perks already..” The stranger grinned.
“Perks?? What do y–” Wait.. was that villain??! The hero gasped, “[Villain]! What the fuck did you do?!?” they hissed.
“What did I do..?” Villain tsked, “Oh [Hero]… what did you do? You were the one that took my beloved experiment..” they sighed, “So I had to get a new one..”
A new one? What on earth did the villain mean?? The hero looked down at their legs so they could push themself off the table only for the shine of metal to catch its attention.
Metal. Oh god, their legs were metal…… And…. If their legs were metal.. Then that means—
Oh god.
The hero looked back up to the villain who had the biggest smile they had ever seen a villain wear.
“Stand.” the villain directed, “Stand, my beautiful creation.” they repeated.
The hero’s gaze drifted to locked on their own legs again. Their chest heaving as they tried to process what it was that was going on, but absent mindedly they found themselves pushing their heavy body off the table to stand.
“Feel anything?” The villain asked, cocking a brow.
What did they mean by "feel anything”?? Of course they didn’t!! They’re a freaking ROBOT! Not even a cyborg, no, because from what the hero could see *nothing* on them was organic! Everything was metal! Cold metal!
The hero didn’t answer, and it seemed that the villain didn’t need one to continue. “I spent hours, maybe even a full day on you, my precious..” they added, taking a few steps closer to the still in shock hero. “You’re my best outcome yet..”
The best?? Maybe the worst! The hero found themself unable to find the smallest word or sound to express their feeling that wasn’t the newfound urge to cry and fall to their now metal knees. What would superhero think? What would their friends think? Their family? Their coworkers? Would they even recognize them?? Depending on such answers, the hero worried that perhaps it would be time to simply give up.
“Oh, [Hero]~” The villain's grading voice forced itself into the hero's ears after their spiraling, “You may want to listen before I begin testing..”
Testing.
The hero couldn’t process any of the villains words aside from testing.
And that was the hero’s final straw.
So with a sudden burst in motion the hero began bolting it to the first door their eyes had landed on. The metal clanks of the hero’s replaced feet could be heard loud and clear, yet the villain didn’t seem worried at all.
“So be it..”
Suddenly the hero felt something jam itself into their back. Whatever it was, it pulled the hero back at such a force their back slammed into the wall and left them collapsed on the floor groaning in pain.
Wait.
Pain??
“Yes!” The villain cheered, “Oh, my darling… you DO feel!” The villain gasped, taking no time as they practically skipped their way over to the crumbled hero. When they knelt down, the villain was gentle to brush the hair, or what replaced the hero’s old organic hair, out of their face.
On the other hand, the hero found themselves confused and in tears. “Wh– what did you do to me, [Villain]?!?!” they babbled out through what they assumed to be their tears. What part of them was organic? Was this all some illusion? Was the hero even human anymore?
No.
Clearly not.
“Can’t you see, [Hero]?” the villain asked, “I just fixed you, that’s what! Do you have any idea as to how special you are now? How special you are to me? Why, you’re a miracle!!” they nearly cried, the criminals hands reaching up and cupping the mechs cheeks.
“We need to do more tests..” they rambled, glancing around them before their eyes landed on what looked to be a glass bottle. The hero cried in reprimand, squirming as their hand grabbed onto the villain's arm and squeezed. They knew it usually wouldn’t do much, but they were hoping desperately that their newfound body would be strong enough to stun the villain. That attempt appeared to be in vain as it didn’t stop the villain from slamming the glass onto the hero’s head. If they could bleed they surely would’ve. The hero screamed in pain, confusion, grief, sadness, just about any overwhelming thought going on in their mind began to bubble up and out of their throat every time a new sting of pain flourished throughout their body. Maybe it was an excuse to express themselves, but perhaps this is too far from being considered an “excuse” when the hero was transformed into something they never once mentioned any possible form of consent to. If anything they expressed nothing but disgust!
The villain on the other hand was laughing. They were fucking laughing. They laughed and smiled and hummed as they battered the robotic hero every which way that wouldn’t compromise themselves. The grin on their face and their reddened cheeks were sickening, and yet the hero did nothing to pry themselves from the others arms. Despite the pain they were subjecting the hero to.. They were the only one offering comfort, too. That was the one thing the hero felt they needed most right now..
“Oh, if you weren’t metal I’d be doing much worse..” the villain said with a tone of voice that made the hero want to scream. Their head laying atop the others below them, “Perhaps I give you a minute while I set things up, hm?... We have lots to do, my darling. Lots to do.”
#whump#villains and heroes#heroes and villains#writing#angst#carewhumper#whumpee#whump writing#my writing#does this count as carewhump#I really tried guys LOL#love how i went dead silent for months then BOOM#see guys i might've been a little very busy for a hot minute#no phone for months is crazy#or any electronics#but ive been back and now im just lazy#SORRY LOL#anyways#i hope you guys enjoyed this!
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19. carewhumper
hero whumpee pants up from the floor. their body is bloody, beaten, all scratched up.
“get up!” their leader shouts. whumpee tries, but they’re so exhausted. they can feel the ache in their bones. these months worth of nonstop exertion has finally worn their body in.
‘get up,’ whumpee wills themself, and they groan when their muscles refuse to move. ‘get up!’
then there’s a kind hand on their shivering arm. leader pushes back whumpee’s sweaty hair from their face, gently stroking their pain away. whumpee lets themself collapse into the floor.
“you’ll have to do better next time, whumpee.” leader says, and whumpee knows. they have to be strong for their team.
“you’re our last chance, you know that right?” leader keeps petting whumpee’s hair gently. whumpee stifles back a sob. they have to be good for team because without them, their mission is doomed to fail.
“please, do better next time.” ‘i will,’ whumpee promises in their head, body still aching too much to move. ‘i promise, i’ll save you all.’
prompt from @whumpay
#carewhumper#whump#whump prompt#whump drabble#whump writing#nameless whump#team whump#hero whumpee#exhaustion#whumpay2023#whumpay#this ones short#because its friday evening and my brain is too mushy to think lol#long day!#nothing a drink and trashy tv can’t fix
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“you deserve this”
@febuwhump day 19
warnings: none
characters: hero, medic, villain
352 words
a/n: this ends kinda abruptly and it won’t have a part two but i hope you like it!
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Medic’s eyes darted around Hero’s base, trying to keep track of everything at once. Hero was fighting against Villain, their battle as equally matched as one could hope for. Sidekick stood triumphantly over Henchman, blood running down their nose and half their face swollen, but they still looked better than Henchman.
Villain pushed Hero against the wall and held a dagger to his throat, “Where’s Whumpee?”
“Oh, is that what you’re here for?” Hero said. “I’ve no idea where he is.”
“Liar,” Villain spat. “Tell me where he is or I’ll tear up this entire place looking for him, I swear to god.”
Hero smirked and looked around the room, “Go ahead. I’ve been wanting to renovate for a while. But, I feel like I should tell you, you won’t find him.”
Villain pressed the blade harder against Hero’s throat. His breath hitched in his throat and he looked at Medic, pleading with her to do something.
She rolled her eyes, “Hero.” she sighed and shook her head once he turned to look at her, “Don’t do it. Not yet, at least. We need to find Whumpee.”
He took a deep breath and pulled the blade back so it wasn't threatening to break skin, “Fine.”
Medic huffed and stood in front of Hero, she smiled and pulled Villain away from Hero. “Listen to me, Hero. I’ve never been a fan of yours. Ever. And I have a lot of ways to make your life miserable. I won’t hesitate-or hold back-in any way unless you tell me where Whumpee is. Do that? You’re free to go back to fighting Villain until your heart gives out-which I may or may not have a part in. Understand?”
He gulped and nodded, “There’s a shed. In my backyard. Not here, my old apartment. He’s there.”
Medic smiled and patted Hero’s cheek, nodding to him. “You deserve this, understand?”
“No,” Hero, “No, you-you promised. You said I’d be free to go.”
“I said you could fight Villain until your heart gave out. Which it will, in about…thirty seconds.” she tapped his chest, “Something you weren’t prepared for?”
#febuwhump#febuwhump2023#febuwhumpday19#you deserve this#whump#whump writing#whump fic#hero whump#hero whumper#villain whump#medic whumper#carewhumper#<- i think. i never go through the tag so i might have the wrong definition sorry <2#em writes#em writes stuff#my writing
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Born to Live | Part 3
This was actually still part 2 but I've had to split it up because it got too long. Apparently I don't know when to end a chapter lol
CW: Reluctant whumper / carewhumper, dubious medical treatment, mentions of eye gore (not detailed), mentions of hand whump
Torin can't see.
It scares him beyond measure, scares him worse than anything that bastard has ever done to him. He keeps trying to open his eyes, but it hurts, it hurts so bad he forgets to breathe.
Someone's speaking to him.
It's not his captor's voice, no, he would recognize that in an instant- this is someone else.
Still conscious. Probably got a concussion or something. Want me to stand him up?
It's the guy in the mask, it has to be. He's being quiet, voice barely above a whisper, and Torin can't make out what he's saying past the white noise in his ears.
He groans when a hand tries to pry away the fabric from his face- he doesn't know what it is but doesn't particularly care either. The hand keeps trying though, so Torin turns away as best he can.
"Hey man, I need to look at the damage. I got bandages, I can dress it properly and everything. Just let me take a look."
Torin remains still when the hand comes back. The fabric peels away with a disgusting wet feeling- it must be soaked through with his blood. The thought makes his stomach roll.
He wants to squeeze his eyes closed so badly, but the thought itself sends a sharp jab of pain through his skull. Something cold and wet presses onto his cheek and he flinches away from it. It comes back a moment later, washing away the drying blood with surprising care.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Torin hadn't considered it all that thoroughly before. He had assumed it was just another guy with a grudge against him, come to take a turn on the community punching bag he's found himself becoming. But he hadn't hurt him.
Yet, a little voice in the back of his mind supplies.
Torin makes a startled noise when fingers begin prying at his eyelid, and his own hands grasp onto the guy's wrist in blind panic.
"Nnh.. n-no-!"
The guy shushes him.
"Calm down, calm down, I just need to take a closer look. I'm not touching it, I just need to see."
Torin's hands don't move. He keeps a firm hold on the guy's wrists, but he lets him open his eye with careful fingers.
Darkness.
Torin chokes on a sob.
He can't see anything. He's blind, he's gone blind, he can't-
"I know, I know, I'm sorry-" his helper tries to soothe, "I'm sorry, I'll try my best to fix it alright? You still have your other eye, you're gonna be okay."
"Nghh.. no, no, I can't- I can't open it, it hurts so fucking bad- I can't open it, I can't- I can't-"
"I know, it's okay, I'm going to make it better."
Torin cries.
He's held out so far. He's never cracked, never complained, never begged, but now it's gone way too far. He got the impression they weren't doing all they could have to hurt him- like they were holding back on him. He was doing fine. He could do it.
Now that he's lost an eye, his resolve crumbles.
The tears sting in his bad eye, but his helper tries to wipe them away without aggravating the injury. Torin appreciates it, no matter how vulnerable the action makes him feel. It's probably the first gentle touch he's felt since he got thrown in here.
He waits for Torin to quiet down again before he moves. Torin tries to open his good eye, even with what little remains of his blood crusting it shut. He manages, somehow, seeing through his blurry vision the figure of his helper moving above him.
He can't make out any details beyond the black of his mask and maybe blond hair. It frustrates him.
"Alright, I won't lie, this is gonna fucking suck." he says, holding up something in front of Torin's face now that his eye is open. It looks like..
Torin grabs at the hand moving towards his face with the bottle of disinfectant. His grip only tightens when instead of pulling away, the hand pushes forward, closer to his eye. His broken thumb screams at him, but he's not about to let go.
"N-No, nono no, don't- don't you fuckin' dare-!"
His helper sighs somewhere above him, pulling back momentarily. "Look, I know, it's going to hurt like a bitch. But if I don't clean it properly, it's going to get infected. Do you want that?"
Torin's grip doesn't falter for a second. He's stalling for time by not answering, they both know it, but he can't do it, he can't take any more pain. He doesn't want an infection, and he sure as hell never wanted any of this shit.
He wants to go home. He wants to see his sister.
How long has it been now, since they last saw eachother? Months?
Does she know he's missing? Is she looking for him?
... He needs to get back to her.
He takes a deep breath to steel his nerves, and although he doesn't let go, his grip loosens to allow for movement. The hands approach his eye again.
"Wait, w-wait, hold on-"
His helper sighs again, beginning to sound frustrated, before pulling back.
"What is it?"
"Do you.. have something I can bite down on?"
Torin can't see his expression, but the uncertain silence is enough for him. He's about to resign himself to just biting his tongue again, but his helper says "Give me a sec," and disappears from view.
There's the sound of rustling from somewhere on his right, the direction of the door. The duffle bag.
His helper returns, gets down with his knees on either side of Torin's waist, and presses something into his palm. "Here."
Torin turns it over in his hand a couple of times, trying to figure out what it is. The shape feels familiar, something he's had to use before while he was still part of the Program. It's a rubber bit.
"S- uh, my friend likes to come prepared. In case it got too much for you to handle."
How thoughtful.
Torin doesn't reply. He fits the bit in between his teeth and bites down to test it. Good enough. He sighs through his nose, swallows the bit of saliva that built up in his mouth and nods to no one in particular.
"You ready?"
He nods again, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut. He watches with great difficulty as the hands get closer to his face. One is holding something white and round- a cotton ball? Maybe?- While the other keeps his eye open.
He's not as prepared as he thought, because the sudden, blinding pain catches him off guard. He screams through the bit, back arching and bare feet kicking out against the cold concrete floor.
There's a heavy weight on his abdomen as his helper tries to hold him down- Torin has half a mind to throw him off. His hands spasm against the ground, trying to find some sort of purchase. It takes all of his willpower not to lash out, but he's sure he's still leaving scorch marks on the ground even without meaning to.
Just as it starts to get too much, when he begins grabbing at the clothes of his helper to get him off, when the pain threatens to overwhelm him, it stops. The pressure of fingers vanish from his face and the stabbing dies down to horrible stinging that leaves him panting through his nose.
He raises a single, trembling hand to take the bit out of his mouth. It drops back to the ground bonelessly
He wonders why he's still conscious at all. He wishes he weren't.
Something warm slides down his cheek and he wants to wipe it away, but his helper beats him to it, wiping down Torin's face with something cool.
A hand grabs his own in a reassuring squeeze.
"Hey man. You did great. You're done, I'm just going to bandage it now. You can rest."
Torin nods, seconds before falling unconscious.
×××
He probably passes out once the adrenalin runs it's course, because he wakes up to an empty room with no masked guy in sight. There are soft bandages running across his eye and around his head when he reaches up to check- his thumb is bandaged as well.
The power restrictors are back on. They're nowhere near as tight as before, he can actually rotate his wrists now with the amount of slack they gave him.
He. He gave him. Whoever the hell he is.
Torin sits up slowly. A headache is splitting his head open, his eye throbs with pins and needles, and nausea rolls in his stomach. But he's alive, still.
He'll have to remember to thank the guy if he ever gets to see him again.
For now, he just wants to sleep.
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Short #2
Part #2
Part 1
Hero turned their back to the bathroom door, a beam of light peeking through the cracked door, the faint, almost muted sound of running water disturbing the idle radio-filled ambiance from before, a jazz song, some they had never heard before playing.
Villain had arrived then, and the routine would follow: silent steps for their blood-stained shoes were left at the door every night, shower, dinner, and after they would pretend to fight the want to lay besides Hero, only for a few minutes of play-pretend, of false stoicism before giving in, opening the covers an settle in bed.
Hero would take their arms in their own grasp after a while, feeling the embrace of the other tighten. To admit the fear they had both felt was senseless, it was only to make themselves look vulnerable and there was no point on that, they could communicate perfectly well though only touch, Hero huffed.
A hand on their shoulder.
"Are you awake?" Villain asked, Hero grunted in response "Come, join me in the shower."
With an opposing grunt, Hero walked behind them to the bathroom.
Hero had had a hard time keeping up with daily tasks after the event, they knew Villain was aware. Eating, showering, getting out of the room were then not so optional suggestions.
They did not think that as per their enemy's words, allowing Villain to do whatever they wanted was going to get them bickering about something as simple as eating an carrot. But it did.
When inside the room, it was apparent that the dirty clothes were already placed away, the steam from the hot water fogging the mirror.
"You already showered," they said.
"I wanna do it again,"
"How convenient."
Yet, despite their protests, Hero allowed themselves to be undressed, clothes two days old thrown to the designated basket.
Water was lukewarm, a negotiated middle ground from Hero's ice-cold showers, and Villain's burning-hot ones. Hero's muscles did distend at the touch of the water, and Villain's hands on their skin felt as a reassurance.
A rough hand, though with a soft touch, brushed over the scar dangerously close to Hero's heart, the middle of their chest, just slightly turned to the left.
"I'm sorry," Villain whispered.
"You’ve already apologised, it’s okay."
"It’s not, I could have lost you, you could have been dea…”
“Villain,” Hero interrupted, the concept of their very close encounter with death was still upsetting, they, some night, were still afraid “it’s okay.”
“What if one day is not, what if one day you wanna go back there, if you want to leave me and go there, what will I do then?”
“Maybe,” hero said, stopping to think about their answer, they did not know, then and there they could not imagine an scenario where they wished to go out, to get further from Villain than arm's length, yet, they knew a wrong answer could condemn them to stay “maybe then we’ll have healed, and you’ll be able to let me go.”
“Will I be able?” Villain answered, turning Hero’s face around with a firm grasp by their chin “Will I want to?”
And then, with Hero’s heart beating faster, abnormally so, why would it? if they knew Villain so well.
Then, they reciprocated a kiss.
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I saw some requests for a continuation, and I really liked the first part too so I did it :D
#my writing#creative writing#hero x villain#villain x hero#heroes and villains#short story#hero#writing wip#writing snippet#wips#villain#hero/villain#villain/hero#carewhumper#injured hero#scared hero#part2#short2
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🎃🍭for Rowan
Thanks for the ask! From this ask game (and Rowan's masterlist is here).
Since you haven't specified a whumper, I'm going to do this twice, with both adult and child Rowan. So the first half of this post contains a minor whumpee.
Child Rowan (shortly before they're rescued, at about aged 10/11)
CWs: minor whumpee, underfeeding
🎃 Do the Leaches ever do fun activities with you? When they do, do you have fun?
"Fun for me, or for them?" they ask quietly, before shaking their head. "I mean, I'm sure those parties are fun for Mr Leach and his friends, right?"
🍭 Do the Leaches feed you often?
Rowan cocks their head to one side thoughtfully. "Is once a day often?"
When Cian comes to visit that evening, Rowan relays the question, unsure. It's not like they have anything to compare it to, but maybe Cian can help.
"No, Row. You don't get fed often. Who's asking you these things anyway?" Rowan points to the wall the voice had come out of (accompanied by spooky music) and Cian scowls at it. "No. Your answer is no. Now go bother someone else so I can spend some time with my friend."
Adult Rowan (while being held captive by The Osprey, along with Cian)
CWs: lab whump, human experimentation, implied electric shocks, mentioned force-feeding, captivity, brief emeto mention
🎃 Does The Osprey ever do fun activities with you? When she does, do you have fun?
"This again," growls Cian. "Fuck off, won't you, we had enough of this as children. Especially Rowan."
Rowan puts a hand on his arm. "It's okay. I'll answer them. Maybe... maybe if I answer well enough the voice will go away for good this time. And I won't be punished."
The last sentence is very quiet, and they clear their throat as they look back towards the loudspeaker.
"We're being held in a lab, there's not much available to do. Besides. The Osprey's too busy being an 'upstanding pillar of the community' to spend time with us outside of her experiments."
"Thankfully," adds Cian.
Rowan nods. "But... um... Medic did bring us some magic colouring books. We can't use them much because we need the water to drink, but... it was still nice of her."
"If she gave us a proper one with crayons I could draw on you," muses Cian. "Make you nice and colourful."
"Yeah, but she wouldn't. It would be too messy." They finger their shock collar, then Cian's, and Cian gets the message, swallowing hard.
"Spoiling my fun," he murmurs.
"But," says Rowan, glancing up at the loudspeaker where the question came through, "that wasn't really The Osprey anyway, so I'm not sure it counts. And it wasn't exactly doing things with us either. So I guess your answer is no. Not unless you're counting the time with the birthday cake candle, which..."
They trail off, and Cian finishes, "I'm not sure anyone is counting that."
🍭 Does The Osprey feed you often?
"Not... not exactly. Apparently it's unhygienic to have open food in the lab, so we have these shake drink things. The Osprey said that the Hero League developed them for long-term missions, so I guess they're healthy. But we only get them once the experiments are finished for the day in case it messes up the results."
"Or I throw it up," cuts in Cian. Rowan nods.
"So we don't get fed often, exactly. Sometimes Cian doesn't eat at all in a day because he can't. Sometimes I can't either. But if either of us don't eat for too long they'll get the feeding tube out. That's... that's bad."
Beside them, Cian shudders.
"Have I answered your questions well enough this time? Will... will you leave us alone now?" Their voice cracks as they stare at the loudspeaker, and their last word is barely a whisper.
"Please?"
#answered asks#cian and row#cian sinclair#rowan sinclair#rowan might not want to answer questions anymore but i dont care#keep asking them!#immortal whump#immortal whumpee#villain whump#hero whumper#villain whumpee#multiple whumpees#carewhumper#whumpee and whumper#mutual caretaking#medic doesnt have a name yet#the amount of heroes and villains in immortal cannon fodder has pretty much tapped me out#so if anyone has any suggestions for hero monikers id be happy to hear them!#these questions might have been meant for rowan but cian refused to leave them alone
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My OC’s
Good day Tumblr! I would like you to meet just a few of my OC’s, who I may, or may not, feature on this blog:
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Sebastian Fortune: A demigod, who has been broken so many times, that it is quite surprising that his molecules have stayed together over the time. Well, at least partly…
Teror: A Whumper, who doesn’t want to be a whumper, but he still enjoys whumping, but also doesn’t like Whump (this shall continue)…
^^ sort of hero and villain Whump, also mentioned Team Whump
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Tristan Parks: A former military doctor who really likes his personal space.
Yuki: A military subject who also really likes Tristan’s personal space.
Constantine Johnson: a military general who doesn’t like Tristan’s personal space(as in, he will eliminate it)…
^^ military and human experiment Whump, more comfort than hurt tbh
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Nathan Northstar: A Whumpee with parental issues, who doesn’t even realise he is a Whumpee. Because we don’t have enough of ‘em.
Lucas Northstar: A whumper, that’s all there is to say.
^^ royalty Whump
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Ann Collins aka. Antique: “Yes that is my fucking name, now shut!”
Dusk Hutson aka. Lightling: “Please excuse my siblings. I can not afford therapy right now.”
Dawn Hutson aka. Darkling: “Something in here will be a murder weapon. You will be the victim. And no one will be able to proof who did it.”
Sven Dubois: *the one they are talking to*
^^hero and villain Whump
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These are only the finest of the collection and also the ones you will probably find on here in the future. If there are more, I will add them, and if you have any questions, ask! I dare you! I’ll probably post the character sheets soon too.
Though, please remember that these are my OC’s and if you should use them in any way (role play, features, etc.) please tag me or ask for my permission first. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see it, but I would also like to get the credit for something I did!
And with that out of the way, be excited for what’s to come…
If I ever find it in me to actually post something about them :)
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#whumpee#whumper#defiant whumpee#carewhumper#whump drabble#whump community#whumpblr#my ocs#oc#oc whump#should clean my room but meh#I’d rather post#creepy whumper#writing#writeblr#writerscommunity#villain and hero
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To say the whump community hates women characters is so cynical and unfair. Have you considered most of us are women and just not interested in hurting our own? like congrats if that's your deal, but let's not act like there's misogyny at play here.
So being a fellow female survivor of assault, why is it that we have separate tags for lady whump stuff? "Well, because women in DV situations can be too close to home", extremely fair point, I can more than sympathize with that. But then why don't we have an unspoken-rule-type tag for male whump? Why is "whump" in general entirely assumed to be male characters and male dominated? Because it's expected, because most of these women in the whump community love hurting their lil gay bois? We decree violence against women only to turn around giggling with our friends about taking a 12 gauge shotgun to a twink's knees so he has to crawl?
No one said she even had to be a whumpee. She can be a whumper, a carewhumper, a caretaker, a random side character. She can be a mom or a sister or a spouse or a childhood best friend. The problem is she doesn't exist at all. She doesn't get to be the victim or the hero or the villain because she's not appealing enough. I read male whump when I wanna feel spicy, I read female whump when I wanna relate. I want to see the same girl I was, broken and abused, I wanna see her rise to the top, I wanna see her take it too far, I wanna see justice delivered in the bloodiest form, I wanna simp over a bad bitch who would seduce me in a night club with a tight black dress and leave me in an ice bath in the morning.
In a community with 98% male OCs, I think we can spare a crumb for more women who are weak or cruel or kind. Just make more women in general.
#ask#anon#'just not interested in hurting our own' sister in christ i AM your own#i am a lesbian and a cis woman and a SA survivor and i am telling you i want more sexy and/or pathetic lady characters#you make a prettyboy who goes through the worst mental and physical trauma to endure his entire life and youre twirling your hair#but you replace that character with a woman and suddenly its too far? too cruel? how could anyone like such a thing?#you liked it LITERALLY 2 seconds ago.
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WHUMPAY 2023
Well, this is earlier than usual… But, as a thanks for all y’all’s help getting prompts together, I’ve decided to release the list earlier! And, well… With the new ‘Extreme Edition’ addition, I figured a bit more prep time may be warranted.
Rules:
You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.
I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.
Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.
This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2023 tag throughout May.
EXTREME EDITION: Made to be used together with the normal prompt list, the extreme edition prompt list has 31 types of whumpees for you to use. This is entirely optional, and you don’t necessarily need to do them in order. I know it says bonus points, but it basically is just bragging rights.
(Prompt list under the cut.)
GROUP ONE: PHYSICAL WHUMP
Day 1: Heatstroke
Day 2: Asphyxiation
Day 3: Physical Torture
Day 4: Passing Out From Pain
Day 5: Near-Death Experience
GROUP TWO: MENTAL WHUMP
Day 6: Psychological Torture
Day 7: Betrayal
Day 8: Claustrophobia
Day 9: Lotus-Eater Machine
Day 10: Trapped In Own Body
GROUP THREE: WHUMPER TYPE
Day 11: Intimate Whumper
Day 12: Good Whumper / Bad Whumper
Day 13: Reluctant Whumper
Day 14: Vengeful Whumper
Day 15: Unintentional Whumper
GROUP FOUR: CARETAKER TYPE
Day 16: Bad Caretaker
Day 17: Parental Caretaker
Day 18: Reluctant Caretaker
Day 19: Carewhumper
Day 20: Enemy-To-Caretaker
GROUP FIVE: SICKFIC
Day 21: Working Through Illness
Day 22: Surgery
Day 23: Worse Than It Seems
Day 24: Allergic Reaction
Day 25: Deadly Illness
GROUP SIX: SICK FIC
Day 26: Scars
Day 27: “I didn’t know where else to go.”
Day 28: Self-Isolation
Day 29: “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”
Day 30: Nightmares
Day 31: Forced Relaxation
ALTERNATE PROMPTS:
X. Sadistic Choice
X. Epistolary
X. Dehydration
X. Anger Born Of Worry
X. Death Wish
X. Stress Position
X. Gore
X. Just Out Of Reach
X. Hurt/Comfort
X. Magical Whump
EXTREME EDITION:
Whumpee Type:
Day 1. Vampire
Day 2. Young
Day 3. Stoic
Day 4. Winged
Day 5. Whumper-To-Whumpee
Day 6. Immortal
Day 7. Defiant
Day 8. Demon
Day 9. Villain
Day 10. Possessed
Day 11. Multiple Whumpees
Day 12. Robot/AI
Day 13. Cowboy
Day 14. Team Leader
Day 15. Werewolf
Day 16. Team Outcast
Day 17. Mermaid
Day 18. Asshole
Day 19. Fairy
Day 20. Hero
Day 21. Healer
Day 22. Soft
Day 23. Comedian
Day 24. Compliant
Day 25. Monster
Day 26. Traumatized
Day 27. Touch-Starved
Day 28. Stockholm Syndrome-d.
Day 29. Vengeful
Day 30. Ghost
Day 31. Alien
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Deciding Monthly Themes Round 2 Poll 1
Poll 2
Assuming it works out without ties, probably the top 2 in each poll will automatically make it past round 3 into the final list of monthly themes. The next six in each poll will move on to round three, where the 8 highest voted will also make it into the final list.
#whump event#whump poll#event planning#whumpblr#whump community#whump#whump prompts#whump writing#whump tropes#whump challenge
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