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chaotic-orphan · 17 days

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That’s Enough

“Stop it,” Caretaker said once the sound of knuckles thudding mutely turned to squelching. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, the sweat flying from them as they continued to punch the punching bag. “Hey. Whumpee, that’s enough.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. They just kept jabbing in the one two movement they had been doing for the half hour. Caretaker let go of the bag but Whumpee moved with it.

“Hey! Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, stepping in front of Whumpee, hands up palms facing Whumpee. “That’s enough, you’re hurting yourself.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. Instead, they started punching Caretaker’s hands. Caretaker snapped their hand closed but Whumpee retracted their arm swiftly to their chest to punch again, their eyes distant and hard.

“Whumpee! Whumpee,” Caretaker snapped as Whumpee’s fists started coming harder on Caretaker’s palms. Caretaker stepped forward into Whumpee’s punches and reached a hand up, locking it around Whumpee’s wrist. Whumpee yanked it back but Caretaker held firm.

Only then did Whumpee seem to snap back into themselves. “Let go of me.”

“I said that’s enough, Whumpee. You’re bleeding.”

Whumpee yanked their wrist back towards them but Caretaker didn’t let go. Instead they grabbed Whumpee’s other wrist and clamped their fingers around it too, stopping Whumpee from hurting themself anymore.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Caretaker! I can look after myself.”

“Clearly you can’t!”

“It’s just a bit of blood!” Whumpee yelled, spit flying from their mouth in anger. “What does it matter?!”

“Blood is meant to be inside your body, Whumpee, not outside.”

“It’s my body,” Whumpee told Caretaker, yanking one of their wrists free. “I’m allowed do what I want to it so let me go.”

“I’m not gonna just stand here and watch you hurt yourself.”

Whumpee let out a crazed, humourless bark of laughter. “Oh, what?” Whumpee asked, eyes glimmering with cruelty. “You want to make me stop, huh? You gonna tie me down like Whumper did because I’m not following your orders? You want to participate like Whumper did?” Whumpee demanded, squaring up to Caretaker, taking a step forward forcing Caretaker back. Whumpee’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or maybe you want to be the one to make me bleed.”

The question made Caretaker sick. Comparing them to Whumper when all they’ve done is try and help Whumpee? The fact that Whumpee could even make that comparison at all… It was too much. Looking after Whumpee was too much. They let go of Whumpee’s wrist and turned away, walking towards the doors of the gym.

“What? Where are you going now?”

“I told you to stop, Whumpee,” said Caretaker without turning around, pulling off their own gloves. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Not my problem.”

Caretaker turned and looked over their shoulder at Whumpee as they opened the door. “But I won’t stand here and watch you finish the job Whumper started. Destroy yourself, why don’t you? You’ll do it on your own.”

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whump-place · 4 months

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Whumpee has been through a lot

I must be patient

It's not Whumpee's fault

But still...

Caretaker had tried once, and twice, and almost a hundred times now, to be patient with Whumpee.

They had suffered a lot, and Caretaker did their best to be patient and helpful, but they just couldn't keep it up.

Whumpee was a lot to take care of, they hadn't shown any signs of getting better and to be honest, Caretaker was getting tired.

Maybe...

Maybe they aren't cut out for this.

Maybe they aren't the person Whumpee needs.

#whump prompt #whumpee #whump tropes #whump writing #caretaker #tired caretaker #bad caretaker

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dainluvr · 1 year

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Everyone knows Caretaker as the kind caring person who throws away their life to help their Whumpee but what about tired Caretaker? The one who physically can’t take it anymore? The one who thinks that if Whumpee has yet another panic attack they’re going to quite literally kill them?

They know they shouldn’t feel that way and they feel bad over it, they feel fuckin horrible. But God, they are so tired and Whumpee just doesn’t seem to get it, it’s always about them, it’s always Whumpee this, Whumpee that, Whumpee needs help again, Whumpee is crying again, Whumpee is hungry again, Whumpee had another fuckin nightmare again, Whumpee smashed some shit again during an episode.

And Caretaker has to take the fall for every last bit. Whumpee doesn’t care that Caretaker missed their job interview to come running to them and comfort them, Whumpee doesn’t care that Caretaker hasn’t slept in 2 days because of their constant nightmares. Caretaker hasn’t told them, that’s a factor too but they should know right? They should know when enough is enough. In Caretaker’s eyes Whumpee is just purely selfish and they’re slowly growing to resent them.

#bad caretaker #tired Caretaker #realistic #whump #whump things #whump blog #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #writing #whumpee #writing prompt #caretaker #I feel like this is how it would be irl #don’t cancel me

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redd956 · 1 year

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Prompt 13

Caretaker stared boredly into their cup of coffee, occasionally glancing up at Character A and Character B.

The two have repeatedly showed up to be in Caretaker’s care. Each time Caretaker tended to one or another, they were baffled about how someone who be cruel enough to inflict the wounds that they did. Each time his patient would go into extreme detail over their circumstance, than disappear all over again.

Caretaker thought inviting these two, who seemed to have something in common over, would be a nice little moment of rest or play. Instead Caretaker had to aggressively separate the two. Turns out they were wounding each other this entire time.

Now both sat at Caretaker’s counters, wearing sweaters that Caretaker bought them, staring daggers towards each other. Character A took a prolonged sip of their hot cocoa while maintaining eye contact. Character B bit another hunk off of their blueberry muffin. And Caretaker finished their coffee, before breaking their suffocating silence.

“Explain.”

#whump #whumpee #multiple whumpees #whumpee turned whumper #caretaker #tired caretaker #villain #hero #hero whump #villain whump

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letitbehurt · 3 months

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Whumpees who used to be notoriously heavy sleepers, but after their captivity they hardly sleep at all and the smallest sounds jolt them awake.

Caretaker hardly dares to breathe when Whumpee falls asleep around them. They silently threaten anyone within earshot not to make a sound. They protect Whumpee’s rest with a vengeance, because it’s so rare.

#imagine how Caretaker feels when Whumpee trusts them enough to sleep around them #or if Whumpee has worked themself to exhaustion and can’t help falling asleep #and Caretaker has never seen them look so calm #Maybe they accidentally make a noise—a creak in the floorboards as they try to leave the room—and Whumpee jerks awake with a curse #scrubbing the sleep from their eyes and pretending they aren’t bone-tired as they ask ‘What? what is it?’#or pretending they didn’t wake up clearly expecting to be attacked #just—yeah.#whump

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the-broken-pen · 3 months

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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

#writing #writing community #snippet #angst #heroes and villains #ficlet #writblr #writing prompt #hero/villain #hero whumpee #exhaustion #overworked #villain caretaker #whump #kind of #in case you’re wondering. yes you CAN do this to yourself. it’s completely possible #essentially what happens is if you do a motion (a pull-up) more than your body is capable #it gets mad. this is different from training till failure. this is to failure and then beyond #so while you started using the correct muscle groups you those muscles get tired and despite the tired you don’t stop #so then your body switches to muscles it SHOULDNT BE USINF and then you fuck up your elbows (in the case of pull-ups)#and then you can’t straighten your arms for a week bc the ligaments and tendons and all the little movement parts want to keep it curled in #I’m not a doctor #I’m just a gifted kid who was an athlete who got burnt out and destroyed her body lmao #this is possibly maybe based on true events that occurred #anyways. I’m not a doctor but you can use electrical tape on wounds. yes it sticks. yes it stays. it’s honestly very useful.#electrical tape > bandaids #do not do anything listed here it is BAD. do not blow out your muscles it hurts. properly clean ur injuries. I beg you.#don’t get injured at all #thank you to my friend who went “pull-up’ competition and then watched me create this angst #love u besties. drink water. go to sleep. summon demons. ❤️ self care

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whumpdaydreamerx · 4 months

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Magic Whumpee needing to perform a huge spell for whatever reason and it requiring a significant amount of life force. It starts to take a toll on them, starting to sway and lose their balance — yet never stopping.

Caretaker sees them continuously becoming more and more unstable. As Whumpee stumbles backwards, Caretaker reaches out to steady them, placing a hand on their shoulder and one on their arm.

Even as blood slips from their nose, Whumpee continues the spell, but nods their thanks and reassurance to their worried Caretaker.

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #magic whump #magic whumpee #magic exhaustion #exhaustion whump #exhausted whumpee #bloody nose #worried caretaker #unsteady #tired whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker #my writing #whump community

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hamartia-grander · 3 months

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I want more female characters who are just so bad at comforting others. Not for lack of trying or caring, they just get so so awkward when someone's upset, and they try to repeat things they've heard even if it doesn't necessarily apply to the situation, or they accidentally say the wrong thing and make it worse. If someone cries they panic and throw every single comfort technique down at once and it only helps because it's such bizarre behaviour

#Basically I'm tired of female characters having the inherent “good helper/wise advisor” trait just bc they're women #And I'm also tired of the faux progressive female characters who have no emotion whatsoever #People seem to think the opposite of being a good caretaker is just not caring #No no #The opposite of being a good caretaker is not knowing which care to take and when or how.#Throwing water onto an oil fire. Putting blankets over someone who is claustrophobic. Recommending family time to an orphan. Etc.#I want a female character who will be up with you until 3am because you're struggling #But she can't stop quoting Mister Rogers because she has NO idea what to say #Even if she's experienced the same things she just has no idea how to convey any wisdom through words #Etc

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painful-pooch · 9 months

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After painting and renovating my basement for hours... and I mean hours... without food or water, enjoy this prompt:

Whumpee so focused on a task that they don't realize they are slowly creating a ticking time bomb for a crisis. Working themselves to the bone and not taking a break to nurture their breaking mind and body. Their work morphing from carefulness and fine tuning to uncaring and sloppy.

Caretaker coming in to see Whumpee slumped over or collapsed on the floor, scared out of their mind that someone hurt Whumpee. Wait until they find out that Whumpee caused it to themselves.

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #generic whump #writing prompt #whumpee and caretaker #collapse #overworked whumpee #idk this slaps hard for me lmao #im so tired #please help me...#izzy prompt

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writinggremlin · 4 months

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How's about a whumpee who desires pain?

A whumpee who wants to be stressed and panicked and hurt. Everything's been too good for too long, and maybe that frustrates them a little bit.

Why do they feel this way? They don't know. All they do know, is that that risky and/or hurtful scenario is looking quite tempting.

If nobody's going to make them worse, they'll do it themself.

#whump #angst #whumpblr #whumpee #caretaker #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump idea #kinda going through it rn ngl. dont really get why. probably just need to sleep. i did stay up super late last night ngl lol #I think i just kinda wanna feel alive y'know? i yearn for the pain of my heart squeezing in my chest. I want a problem. i want pressure.#eh. doesn't matter. like I said- I'm probably just tired. if somebody's seeing this for some reason- I hope you're having a lovely day/night #imma go to sleep now lol. night!

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witchy-shortcake · 9 months

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Give me broke and unexperienced caretakers. Give me caretakers Who have multiple jobs and need to leave whumpee by themselves just to go to work. Give me caretakers Who feel guilty about feeding their whumpee frozen meals but it's the best they can afford (Bonus points if they have no time or skills for cooking and had been living like that on their own for a while before whumpee came but now that they need to care for someone else they finally realize how awful their living conditions were)

Give me caretakers Who barely know how to take care of themselves, let alone someone in such sorry state as whumpee but they still do their best to help them in anything they might need. Give me caretakers who come back from an exhausting shift, their patience already running dry and accidentaly snap at any minimal inconveniente, shouting, cursing and saying/doing things that they don't mean, then crying to themselves because whumpee deserves someone much better than them, someone that can be with them all day, provide them with new clothes and tasty homemade food, someone more mature and Who has all their sh!t together.

Give me caretakers Who are completely unprepared for adult life.

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lieutenantbiscute · 3 days

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He’s tired and cold, someone get him someplace warm please—

Bonus:

#detroit become human #detroit: become human #dbh #dbh simon #dbh pl600 #dbh fanart #simon pl600 #love love love the headcanon of his regulator being fucked #he has no temp regulation so he has to wear layers #and I know caretakers are supposed to look kind but Simon has been deviant for YEARS so now the guy just looks tired

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marvel-ous-whump · 1 year

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Whumper kept Whumpee drugged up for years so they couldn't escape. After being rescued, Whumpee drifts for days as the drugs slowly leave their system. They're only partially aware of the Caretaker's presence but find it comforting as they slip in and out of consciousness.

And then... the withdrawals hit like a truck.

#Drugged whumpee #tw noncon #Non-con drugging #non con drug use #drug whump #whump prompt #caretaking prompts #tired whumpee #withdrawal tw

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dainluvr · 1 year

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I love the whole idea of Whumpee being missing for ages (months or maybe even years) and caretakers obviously moved on, found someone new to spend the rest of their life with. What they weren’t expecting was Whumpee showing up alive at their door in the middle of the night after they’d been presumed dead for the last however many months.

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whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot · 1 day

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Talented but arrogant,

perfect and a show-off,

dominates the stage every time they show up.

is one my favorite kind of whumpees ever; when something went wrong a long, long time ago and they've been trying to hide it.

All the subtle cues that something is wrong - disappearing randomly for a few minutes, strange responses to everyday things, bruises appearing out of nowhere, >>>>things they always did that looked like childish swagger but actually it was for different reasons<<<<

There whumpee stays nonchalant and sticks their chin high up in the air while important things are given up, they're worn and tired, and the insides of their life turns into an absolute mess, yet things just keep getting worse and worse

And everything slowly swings out of control and whumpee is desperately trying to pull themselves back together and despite caretaker begging them to let it go - arrogant, stubborn whumpee refuses

So when everything finally falls apart in the worst way possible - when they faint in the middle of their job performance, when they crack and start shouting, when they're caught coughing blood on national TV, when voice recordings of their torment get sent to their family and friends

my god it's perfect

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the-broken-pen · 24 days

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How about a hero who accidentally kills a cat and feels bad about it so they bury it but villain finds them? Love your writing!

The hero was thoroughly, miserably, soaked and shivering on the ground. Dirt coated their palms, under their fingernails and on their knees.

They dragged a hand down their face. Fought off a wretched sob.

Their fingers shook as they set the flower down on the tiny mound.

Behind them, the sirens on an ambulance cut off, plunging them into silence. If they thought about it, they could feel the blood seeping from their side. They could hear the sound of rubble shattering to the ground echo in their ears.

And the screaming.

They could hear that, too.

They didn’t think about it.

A sob worked it’s way out of their chest, painful in their throat as they tried to swallow it.

“I’m sorry,” they choked. Their voice cracked. “It was—an accident, and I know that doesn’t…”

They had to bite their lip to stop another sob.

“Praying?” the villain questioned from behind, voice gentle.

The hero shrugged one bruised shoulder.

“No.”

The villain stepped around, facing them. Their eyes dropped to the flower, the fresh dug dirt on the hero’s hands. The grave.

Their expression softened.

“Ah.”

“You can leave now.”

“Praying for forgiveness, or praying for salvation.”

“I said you can leave now,” the hero snapped. They swiped away an angry tear, dirt smearing on their cheek.

The villain didn’t move.

“Why are you still here?” They bared their teeth in something they hoped was enough of a message to get the villain to leave. They had a feeling it was something pathetic, instead.

“You were crying,” the villain said it like it was an answer.

If the hero thought about it too hard, it was.

They didn’t think about it.

“Burst water line,” they gestured haphazardly to the demolition behind them, the half-flooded street. “No tears, no praying, and certainly no need for you—”

The villain’s expression shifted. “I told you that you needed to microdose your power.”

The hero froze.

“Shut up,” they hissed. “Shut up—“

“You wanted to quit, and I respected that. You have enough scars for a lifetime, we both do. But I warned you. I told you that if you didn’t use your power, it would use you, and it would be an ugly, violent thing.”

The hero shook their head mutely, words stuck under their tongue.

“And you thought you knew better,” the villain continued like it wasn’t breaking the hero’s heart. “You thought you could go through life and keep it bottled inside you and ignore the pressure.”

Their gaze flicked to the wreckage the hero knew lay behind them.

“Did you know better, hero?” Their voice was soft and dangerous. “Did you?”

“I said I was sorry!” It clawed its way out of the hero, and it wasn’t a scream, but it was close. “Okay? I know I messed up. You don’t need to taunt me with it, I already—“

The hero’s gaze settled onto the grave once more.

“I already regret it,” they whispered. “You can’t make me any more sorry than I already am.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

“Then you’re failing spectacularly,” the hero snorted derisively.

The villain’s jaw ground.

“I’m trying to make you understand that this would have happened regardless of what you did. And that it’s not your fault.”

The hero blinked.

“You just said that I—“

“I said you thought you could fight your power and win. And you were,” the villain conceded. “You might have made it another month. Maybe two.”

The hero had never seen the villain so angry. “But then someone shot you, off duty and in civilian clothes,” they seethed. “The fallout is on them, not you.”

“I killed a cat,” the hero managed roughly. They blinked back tears.

The villain shook their head.

“You were off-duty. A civilian.”

“I could never be just a civilian, you know that.”

“Just because you were the bullet does not mean you were the one who pulled the trigger.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“I am,” the villain corrected. “But you’re grieving, and bleeding, and suffering from a massive energy drop, so you can’t see it yet.”

The hero let the villain pull them to their feet, dirt smearing between their two hands.

“You want forgiveness?” The villain ducked their head to meet the hero’s eyes. “I forgive you.”

The hero forgot how to breathe.

“You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to stop crying.”

The hero snorted again, but it was lighter this time.

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re a civilian.”

The hero shook their legs out. When they went to turn back to the grave, the villain caught their chin, turning them away with soft fingers.

“I forgive you,” they said solemnly, as if they had never said anything so important. “They do, too.” They inclined their head just slightly towards the grave.

For once, as their chest collapsed in on itself, the hero believed them

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