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love-me-a-lotta-whump · 11 months

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护心 - Back From the Brink - Whumplist - 🇨🇳

Whumpee: Tianyao played by Neo Hou

Synopsis: Ancient spirit dragon Tianyao found himself badly wounded and heartbroken after the woman he loved betrayed him by dismembering him and stripping him of his dragon scales and then sealing his body parts in five places. Only by luck did his soul escape. Now reborn, he encounters Yan Hui, who vows to protect him as he retrieves his missing body parts. (MDL)

Genre/Tags : Fantasy, Romance, Superpower, Self Sacrifice, Torture, Captive, Long-Haired Whumpee

Watch On: Viki, Youku, DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : stabbed, impaled multiple times, cut up face, heartbroken, feeling betrayed, fought

1.02 : panicked, (flashbacks: stabbed, betrayed, fought), shaking, heavy breathing, emotional outburst, comforted ::: fought (semi comical) ::: not feeling well, concerned for him ::: shirtless scar reveal ::: restrained (magic) ::: captive, in pain, concern for him, struggling to control himself, punched, bloody mouth, passed out in wife’s arms

1.03 : fought (sort of), absorbing his powers again, unconscious, carried ::: laying in bed unconscious ::: (flashbacks: weak, in pain, painful magic used on him) ::: grieving ::: talking about his traumatic past

1.04 : in pain, writhing, concern for him ::: stumbling, weak, in pain, sweating, collapsed against a tree ::: fought, thrown against trees multiple times, semi impaled, coughing up blood multiple times, weak, accepting death, saved, concern for him, helped to walk ::: helped to walk, weak, in pain, hunted, drowning, saved, saving someone, helped to walk, fought ::: angry

1.05 : restrained (chains, cuffs, metal collar)

1.06 : assaulted, protected ::: upset, concern for him

1.07 : attacked, strangled, concern for him, protecting someone, protected ::: in a cell ::: in a cage, sorta mind controlled, fought, beaten, concern for him, coughing up blood

1.08 : fought, blood coming from his mouth, struggling to stand, supported ::: in a cell, bruised, exhausted, groaning, wincing, holding his torso, concern for him ::: in a collapsing building, concern for someone, trapped, attacked, saved

1.09 : overexerting himself, coughing briefly, concern for him ::: coughing briefly, concern for him, looked after

1.10 : sacrificing himself ::: fought, cut hand

1.11 : fought, impaled, coughing up blood, restrained, weak ::: magically restrained, concern for him, in pain, saved ::: unconscious, loved ones told he over exerted himself ::: asleep, woke up, weak, struggling to help someone, pushing himself ::: (semi comedic: choked, arm twisted, coughing, loved one told he’s weak)

1.12 : concerned for someone, allowing her to bite him to calm herself down, trying to comfort someone ::: looking after someone ::: overexerting his powers to help someone (semi comical), exhausted, coughing ::: upset

1.13 : magically thrown ::: cuts on his hands, bleeding, emotional ::: bleeding, pushing himself ::: cuts on his face, bloody, protecting someone, biting his hand to make himself bleed, fought, pushing himself, concern for him, saving someone, weak, bloody, collapsed into her arms, unconscious, concern for him, carried

1.14 : asleep, looked after ::: given food and medication ::: traumatic flashbacks, concern for him, crying ::: laying down, shaking in pain, concern for him, looked after, whimpering, comforted ::: asleep, woke up, looked after, traumatic flashbacks, in pain, concern for him ::: struggling to tame his sword, wound reveal, concern for him ::: struggling to tame his sword, in pain, upset

1.15 : asleep, loved one tends to his wounds as he sleeps ::: struggling to tame his sword, upset ::: emotional, angry

1.16 : emotional ::: attacked, thrown, coughing up blood, magically restrained, loved ones kidnapped, grieving

1.17 : fought, cut face ::: fought, concerned for someone

1.18 : heartbroken ::: upset because a loved one is scared of him, sacrificing himself ::: loved one is scared of him, heartbroken, crying

1.19 : heartbroken ::: trapped, heartbroken

1.20 : heartbroken

1.21 : (in a fake/alternate reality: watching a loved one kill a loved one, using himself as a shield, coughing up blood, fought, allowing someone to stab him, helping them send the sword further)

1.22 : emotional, crying

1.23 : pushing himself, (semi comical: dragon tail stepped on multiple times, wincing), growing weak, concern for him, passed out ::: concern for him ::: asleep, woke up, weak, concern for him

1.24 : protecting someone ::: angry

1.25 : magically drugged, concerned for someone, collapsed ::: woke up restrained, captive, struggling, overly intimate captor ::: concern for him ::: concern for him, still restrained, struggling

1.26 : still captive and restrained, overly intimate captor ::: concerned for someone

1.27 : (dream: loved one tries to kill him, concern for him, concerned for someone, semi fought, weak, half collapsed, concern for him, heavy breathing, growing weaker, loved one finds out he sacrificed his life so she could live, collapsed multiple times, concern for him, fell unconscious, (died?))

1.28 : (flashbacks: fought, cuts on his face, kicked, coughing up blood) ::: fought

1.29 : none

1.30 : fought, thrown into molten gold, trapped, concern for him

1.31 : trapped, his dragon scale armor protecting him ::: chest pain, concerned for someone ::: saving someone ::: self sacrifice, dying, died?

1.32 : found unconscious, concern for him, held, saved (sorta)

1.33 : concern for him, scared, cut face, wounds treated

1.34 : upset, protecting someone

1.35 : pushing his abilities, protecting people

1.36 : had a nightmare ::: upset ::: overwhelmed with power, emotional, collapsed

1.37 : (flashbacks: stabbed, impaled multiple times, cut up face, heartbroken, feeling betrayed, fought)

1.38 : none

1.39 : fought ::: fought, growing weaker and weaker ::: weak, cut and bloody face, bloody mouth, heavy breathing, heavily lidded eyes, exhausted, self sacrifice

1.40 : attacked in his dragon form, consistently attacked, weak, saved, concern for someone ::: weak, held, bloody and cut face, crying, scared, emotional

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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hello! i made a whump blog, @whump-kia! i remember seeing a post of yours a while back about adding new blogs to a spreadsheet, or something? would you mind re-explaining or linking that post again so I can officially join the community?

thank you so much for your wonderful content, by the way! i hope your day is full and bright <3

Hi there!! Congrats on making a whump blog! That's awesome! Yes I do have a link for the directory.

So here's the spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12C8BxRJNezOBC2cwZ8ZO3viNbk3kcsiSyN5vzrLza9A/edit#gid=1887955752

And here's to corresponding blog where you can submit your blog and explore the directory: @whumpcommunity

Have a great day!

#mod replies #ask #whump community #whump community directory #whump blogs

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emcscared-whumps · 1 year

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WRITING RESOURCES

This post will be updated with new entries Last updated: 23 Apr, 2024 See the Updated Version!

WRITING TIPS & RESOURCES

Disability Writing Guides (Another resource post)

Editing Service (by @concerningwolves)

Emotional Intelligence in Conflict

Ellipsus, the New Collaborative Writing Tool

Difficult Chapters

Drafting: Four Methods for Highly Anxious Individuals

Writing Disability: Overused Tropes

General Writing Resources Post (collaborative)

Lay or Lie

MS Word Shortcuts Guide

Platonic Relationship Development

Passive Voice Advice

Publishing

On Punctuating Speech

Scene Transition

Sentence Ending Pointers

YA MacGuffins and Games, A Trope Analysis

Your Readers Don't Know - The Truth of the First 30 Pages

Weirdly Specific but Helpful Character Building Questions

The Writer's Sus Resources Post

The Writer's Workbook

WHUMP

The Biology of Human Survival (Life and Death in Extreme Environments), by Claude A. Piantadosi

Whump Events (A linked Google doc by @whumpsday )

Whump Reference Books (A linked list created by @bump-of-whump )

Whump Resources (A resource post by @a-crumb-of-whump , how to start a whump blog, oc advice, advice on motivation and dealing with discouragement, and games

Iron Comb (Iron combs for processing wood/flax fibre used as a torture device in historical settings)

Mer Whump Bingo by @a-crumb-of-whump

The Whumpy Printing Press is Open for Submissions for Publication of Whumpy Novels!

WOUNDS, INJURIES, & TRAUMA

GSW Recovery - [A] [B] [C]

Malnutrition

Migraines

Passing out from pain

PTSD Dreams

Scar Tissue Info

Sleep Deprivation

Writing Traumatic Injuries Resources (Another resource post)

More Resources for Writing Injuries (Another resource post)

WEAPONS

Gun information

The Safety and Mechanism of a Bolt Action Rifle

Bolt Action Rifle Mechanism (Animated diagram)

Semiautomatic Rifle Mechanism (Animated diagram)

Pump Action Rifle Mechanism (Animated diagram)

CLOTHING

African Women's Fashion (Outfit examples video)

Lady's Clothes Guide

Men's Fashion Guide

Men's Suits Guide

Period Clothing References

Shirt types

Vintage Fashion Clips (Saved for scarf pin :))

MISC

African Hair Care and FAQ

Art Resources and References (Another resource post)

Creating a Chinese Name

Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters

Place Description Aid...?

Wheelchair References for Art and Writing (features images)

Whump Community Directory (Tumblr blogs)

If there're any broken links, please let me know!

#emc's shit #writing resources #whump resources #i store neat shit i find :3 #2nd link in the entry of the whump category is missing??????

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the-bar-sinister · 1 month

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Fandom | Fanfiction | Self Ship | Whump

👉 he/they | queer | married | adult | elder millennial

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👉 Muti shipper | Poly shipper

Our Website | Our System Directory | Our F/O lists

Archive of our Own account

No DNI we block at will 🫡

Frequent tags:

Selfship

Villain f/o

whump prompts

text post meme

blog updates

friend mail

Current Fixation: Ace Atttorney.

Source fandoms: Resident Evil, Metal Gear, Marvel Comics, Persona games, Slayers anime, GTA V, Great/Ace Attorney, Homestuck, Danganronpa, Fire Emblem Three Houses, Urusei Yatsura, Digimon, Girls Frontline, Steven Universe, Pathologic, Jem & The Holograms, Peter Pan, Welcome to Demon School, Disgaea, Sherlock Holmes media

non-source fandoms: Invader Zim, ABC’s Lost, Twin Peaks, Silent Hill, Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, Vampire Chronicles (books), Doctor Who Labyrinth, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Final Fantasy (4-9), Pokemon, Black Lagoon, Miami Vice, Bioshock, Bioshock Infinite, Prey 2017, Dishonored, Call of Duty, Red Dead Redemption, Frankenstein, the Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Gargoyles, Fallout New Vegas

Favorite genres: horror, mystery, thriller, noir, crime fiction, psychological thriller, supernatural horror, sci fi horror, gothic lit

Shipping, plurality and squick explanations under the cut.

Our ships: We are a polyshipper and a multishipper. We ship multiple characters together in the same context, in the same relationship, in the same fics etc.

A "ship" for us does not equal in OTP or an ideal relationship. We use the word "ship" to denote any romantic or sexual relationship between two characters, even when that relationship is unhealthy, toxic, twisted, and bad for one or both participants. Ships are a narrative tool, not something aspirational.

Plurality: We are a plural system– many people living together in one body. We have been plural since we were children, and we have been blogging about our plurality for 15+ years.

Please do not use psychiatric or pathologizing terminology for our plurality. We do not refer to ourselves with terms like DID, alter, or introject, and our system members do not have defined roles.

Our preferred terminology is: plural, system member, and fictive.

System members tend to sign or tag posts and refer to one another with a two emoji 'signature' rather than a name. Unsigned posts are understood to be a product of multiple members or a joint consensus.

squicks / tropes we prefer to avoid

non-con of any kind (but especially underage non-con and non-con incest)

pregnancy & babies (especially as the joyful and expected result of a romantic hetero-presenting relationship)

nonbinary or trans characters deciding it's better for them to perform their assigned gender at birth

Characters submitting to the will of a lawful aligned god.

Parental control and discipline being shown as narratively positive and correct

characters giving up their careers and aspirations and 'settling down' when they fall in love

prophecies that are unavoidable and/or narratively depicted as inherently good and just

characters following the life-path set out for them by their parents/following in their parents footsteps

filial duty and filial piety in general

pretty much anything to do with traditional family structures, gender roles, and lawful aligned religion, honestly

wing whump / characters having their monstrous or inhuman traits harmed

monstrous or inhuman characters becoming human (especially when presented as positive)

soul destruction / soul death

characters being metaphysically kept apart for all time

any kind of 'conversion therapy' or metaphorical conversion therapy (especially being portrayed as positive)

We are:

non-christian | magical practitioner | chaotic neutral

polyamorous | largely aplatonic

trauma survivor | abuse survivor

Weird | Freakish | Monstrous

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pupandkisasaesthetics · 10 months

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𝘱𝘶𝘱 & 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦

Pup & Kisa’s challenge, run by @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne, will be live for the whole of August (from the 1st to the 31st)! It’s all about having fun with picture prompts – what you create can vary from a moodboard, to a drabble, to a oneshot, to a multi-chapter fic!

There will be an assortment of pictures to prompt you with ranging from fluffy aesthetics, to dark aesthetics. On the sign up form there will be an option for you to opt in on the heavier sections such as dark, whump, and smut.

Rules, details, and how to join are all below the cut!

How to works:

Follow this blog to see all the beautiful creations others come up with!

To enter, please fill in the Google form with your details, and we will get back to you with your picture prompt. We determine who gets what prompt by spinning a randomised wheel.

You will recieve your picture prompt via Discord.

Come up with your creation and remember to tag @pupandkisasaesthetics so we can see it!

If you complete one prompt and want another, just submit another entry in the form!

If you receive your prompt and are not happy with what you receive, you can have one free go at spinning the wheel again.

If you have any questions please contact @sgt-seabass or @rookthorne.

To partake, please keep the following in mind in regards to rules of participation:

We’re both primarily Sebastian Stan girlies, so we’d prefer works for his characters. But we’d also be open to others if your muse goes that way.

There is no minimum or maximum word count – if your fic is over 300 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature on your post.

Your creation can be part of a current existing story/AU/idea, or it can be entirely new.

No beastiality in any shape or form (if a monster cannot express consent, it is beastiality).

No scat play is to be featured or part of the creation.

No underage relations whether it be romantic or sexual (underage characters can be present and feature, just not within the realm of romantic or sexual).

No rpf (real person fiction).

There is to be no kinkshaming or bashing within the community/your work.

The mods have the right to not read or interact with creations that do not follow these rules.

For us to reblog/feature your work on our blog/challenge masterlists, please keep in mind the following:

TAG @pupandkisasaesthetics on tumblr.

Make sure you tag your work correctly – use trigger warnings that apply and have them listed at the top of your work (format is entirely up to you, just have them visible before the start of the fic).

You do not have to create a masterlist/masterpost for this event, but if you do, make sure to tag us in it so it can be added to the directory.

We look forward to seeing what you create!

#pup&kisasaestheticchallenge #moodboard challenge #writing challenge #challenge #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #nick Fowler #Steve kemp #Mickey Henry #Lee Bodecker #Charles Blackwood #Chris Beck #Jefferson #max burnett

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lickingthywounds · 11 months

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about.

hey, call me dog. or wounds. or anything u want

i'm an adult and i use he/they/it

i've been interested in whump material for over a decade, long before i knew there was a proper word for it, but always engaged from a distance until now.

there's a specific story i want to tell, but i'm eager to write off-hand drabbles and prompts here, too. you can find the links to those in my Directory once i actually get around to writing anything.

uhh i'll edit this into a proper 'whumpblr intro'... eventually. lmao

|| I'm not currently open for prompts, but I welcome asks! :>

#about #intro

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stoic-whumpee · 2 years

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Whump Writing Resource - A List

(Feel free to add more)

1. Whump Prompt Generator:

Whumpy Prompt Generator by @whumpprompts

Whump Prompt Randomiser by @janetm74fics

Random Whump Generator by @grovegrocer

Whump Prompt Generator by @theres-whump-in-that-nebula

Whump Prompt Generator by unknown user. (*please let me know if you know who the author is)

Whump Generator by @thatsgonnaleaveamark

Whump Prompt Generator by @thatsgonnaleaveamark

Torture Whump Prompt Generator by @delicatewhumps

Sickfic Whump Generator by @delicatewhumps

Torture Methods by @delicatewhumps

Illness Generator by @delicatewhumps

The Whump Wheel by @ofinkandstardust

2. Whump Community:

Whump Community Directory at @whumpcommunity

The Whumpapedia at @whumpapedia

Bad Things Happen Bingo at @badthingshappenbingo

3. Inspirations/ Starting Point: (Wikipedia is always a really good website for a starting point, check their Reference section of for more in-depth sources)

TV Tropes

Superpower Wiki

Magic Power Wiki

List of different types of weapons

List of Natural Disasters

List of Accidents and Disasters

List of various World Building Guides and Tools

Web MD A-to-Z Guide

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whump prompts #whump prompt #reference

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aller-geez · 11 months

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༝༚༝༚ Welcome to my particular little corner of Hell •⩊•

While you’re here, feel free to look around~

Hey snzblr, I’m allergeez, geezie, geezus or Remi, but you guys probably know me by my OC, also named Remi. 🖤🐺

I am 27 years old, and go by She/Her. I’m married, and am pansexual 🖤

I am also permanently stuck between greyscale goth, and pastel soft bean 🖤

@thekinkyleopard & i have OC babies together that we frequently post new fics & art of,

both snz & non snz 🖤

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₊˚⊹ᰔ Art requests are always open for any of our OCs ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

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You can also find all of our characters with more detailed backstories and photos on my toyhou.se, and there’s a link to each characters profile on the masterlist by their names~

I created my main OC, Remington (Remi) 13 years ago with my friend, @thekinkyleopard , owner of Levi, (she also owns Connie, Alistar, Biziil, Elex, and Sy) and have been using him ever since (he’s super fun and adorable to torture >:3)

Fun Fact!: I started going by Remington 9 years ago, because of my OC 🖤

I love to draw and otherwise make art, and sometimes I like to write, even if getting it perfect takes a little time. I frequently post my art of my main OC, Remington, and his mate, Levi, as well as the occasional fic when the creativity allows lmao. I do always have my requests open to anyone (any of my own, or Kezzie’s thekinkyleopard OCs only!)

Despite my name, I don’t have any allergies, and I honestly don’t snz very much (THOUGH I TRY, TRUST ME >:C) so WAVs aren’t my thing /: though I’ll probably appreciate yours 🫠

Tags include: #geezieart, #geeziefic, #geezierant, #geezieanswers, #geeziespeedpaint, #geeziegif

(Kezzie posts 98% of the fic content, and I draw the covers for her fics. She posts snzfics bc she loves me, and some vanilla, as well as full canon lore if you’re interested!)

What I’m Into:

Sneezing (obviously~) M & F

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Stoic/Angry/Strong characters getting sick/injured and needing to be taken care of by someone they would usually be protecting (IM LOOKIN AT U REMI BBY)

Spray 🖤

Domination/Pushiness (BDSM dynamics)

Pet Play

Slight Embarrassment but nothing too crazy

Vulnerability

Being snzed on 🖤

What I’m NOT Into:

Excessive mess (I know.. 🤡)

Pedophilia [MINORS DNI! ]

Humiliation/kink shaming

Super loud/startling snzs

Emeto

If you’ve made it this far, thank you!

And thank you everyone for helping me reach 250 followers 🖤

It means the world to me honestly to have that many people interested in my art and love my snotty, grumpy boy Rem just as much as I do 😭😭😭

I really do not appreciate hate, and it will swiftly be deleted and you will be blocked. Thanks for your cooperation!

— Geezie, the real Remi ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 1 year

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Bad Ending 1: Catch And Release (And Catch Again)

It really shouldn't be a competition of which was worse -- being violently tortured by a psycho or being so, so lonely -- and yet Jonas still managed to pick the worst choice.

Yaaaaay, one of the first "Bad Endings" is here!! Since there's multiple different, fun ways Jonas's ransom could potentially end, I'll be branching out into many of the options! Some may be a one and done (endings where one of them dies) whereas others might span on for one or two sequel fics.

For this ending, Jonas's ransom was paid in full and on time, meaning he has been returned back home without any fuss (:

As always, if there’s a tag I missed or anything you’d like me to specifically mark, please let me know so I can add it for future fics!

Taglist : @whumpsday @painsandconfusion @suspicious-whumping-egg @t0rture-me

CW: Emotional Manipulation, Mentions of Neglect, Stockholm Syndrome, Mentions of Consensual NSFW

Word Count: 3.8K

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was so fucking stupid. What the hell was Jonas thinking in that traumatized little brain of his? The correct answer was that he wasn’t thinking at all or he might have realized how this could blow up in his face like a literal shotgun blast.

But he needed this. He didn’t know why he needed this, but something deep within him was telling him it was as necessary as oxygen. A longing he had never experienced, much less expected, that tugged his heart into his throat to do something before he lost what was left of his mind. This had to be a trauma response of some kind, right? A desire to reach closure during the worst chapter of his life? Something that had been broken in conjunction with his bones and spirit during his captivity that could only start to heal if he listened to his gut feeling?

Well, those were the excuses Jonas was going with in any case.

He could neither confirm nor deny how his psyche was healing due to his parents’ adamance he didn’t need therapy to cope with his ordeal. So, he chose to believe this was perfectly normal and reasonable behavior for a former victim. It wasn’t like he was being obsessive, not on the same level as Malik. He simply didn’t have anything better to do in his abundance of free time than to search up every funeral home in a two hundred mile radius. Family owned, company owned, new ones, old ones – Jonas dug through all the records and phone numbers he could get his hands on. He searched for listed associates with the surname Kelly and Kelley and Kellie and Kelee, for directors named Malick or Malik or Maleek, and every combination of the full name imaginable.

It had taken a good few days of amateur detective work, but it felt like this hit was the one. God, Jonas hoped it was. He wasn’t sure how many eighteen hour days he could spend pouring over phone books and internet results he could handle in a row. Not because he was obsessive, just because he had nothing better to do. Having gotten used to the routine of skipping meals and sleeping sporadically, it was a schedule he adapted to easily, despite the head butler urging him to leave his bedroom for fresh air after the seventh consecutive day of research. He could leave when he wanted and right now he had important matters to attend to. Important matters he could never share with another living soul unless he wanted to be institutionalized at his father’s request.

With the bedroom door locked, Jonas picked up the phone and dialed the number from the directory with shaking fingers. A part of him was hoping he’d found what he was looking for. A part of him was dreading the idea of his captor answering, instead wishing he would hit another dead end instead. He double and triple checked the bedroom door again to ensure he wouldn’t be interrupted, that prying eyes and ears couldn’t see what he was up to. It was highly unlikely his parents would come down this hall of the East wing and a housemaid had already collected his scarcely touched dinner plate. For all intents and purposes, Jonas should be completely alone. Just as he always had been.

The phone on the other end of the line rang a few times, each little buzz causing his heart to beat in matching rhythm. Stupid idea, stupid, stupid. Even if this was the man he was looking for, there was no guarantee he would pick up the call given how close it was to the end of their listed hours of operations. Jonas would never be able to leave a voicemail if that was the case. He could call back in the morning, perhaps, but would that make him look obsessive to call twice in a row? Because he wasn’t obsessive.

A soft click broke through the ringing. “Thank you for calling Kelley Funeral Home, how may I help you?”

Jonas felt like every breath that had been gearing up for full hyperventilation had been knocked right out of him. Weeks of searching had finally paid off when he heard that familiar deep voice, a southern twang on the syllables that melted the words into something smooth and rich. He found him, he found Malik. He found the man who had assisted in his kidnapping and kept him hostage in a basement for months, torturing him for sick pleasure and killing others for a grisly side business. A serial killer, a sociopath, an insane bastard who deserved to rot for all of his bloody crimes under the guise of being a small town sweetheart.

…now what?

“Hello?” Malik asked when Jonas had yet to respond to his initial question.

He hung up the phone, all but throwing the receiver onto his bed like the plastic had burned him. The air he thought he lost came back to him to suck in great gasps, heart racing and trembling from head to toe. Malik wasn’t even physically here and he could still reduce Jonas to a shaking mess with a how-do-you-do alone. Was that everything he had hoped to achieve during his wild goose chase in tracking down his previous captor? What was he honestly expecting to happen? What did he plan to do moving forward now that he had this information of Malik’s whereabouts on hand? The obvious answer seemed to be that he should take this information to the authorities.

Yet…a million different worst case scenarios ran through his head. The police might think he was in on this whole operation, there might not be any evidence for them to find if Malik knew how to cover his tracks, people might think he was obsessive for hunting down the man who tormented him for no reason. And he wasn’t obsessive!

So, he called the funeral home again once it didn’t feel as if he’d break down into a fit of hysterics.

“Thank you for calling Kelley Funeral Home, how may I help you?” He repeated.

“I…I,” Jonas felt his throat close up, unable to swallow whatever overwhelming emotion he was feeling. Fear, sadness, elation. Every hair on his body was standing on edge, the scars littering his tan skin throbbing with phantom pain as a reminder to what Malik had done. “I’m sorry, I-I just, um…”

“It’s alright, take your time,” Malik said in a wretchedly sweet tone that made Jonas want to scream. “I understand these kinds of phone calls can be tough.” He didn’t know the half of it. “Are you needing assistance with the loss of a loved one?”

“Yes.” He didn’t know why the lie came so easily. All he knew was that he wanted to keep Malik on the phone, wanted to keep him talking with that calm, soothing voice and trick him into thinking everything would be alright.

“May I ask who you’ve lost?”

Everyone, everything. Himself, Jess or Jane or whatever her name was, Carly, Todd, all the other nameless victims he was forced to watch meet their ends.

Jonas cleared his throat in the hopes of dislodging the lump trying to choke him up. “My…aunt.”

There was the sound of a few papers shuffling. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that. I’m sure she was a wonderful woman.”

“Yeah, she…sh-she was,” What was he doing, what the fuck was he doing. “I…I don’t know what to do. I need help.”

Malik hummed. “It’s good to ask for help during difficult times like these, you shouldn’t try to carry that weight by yourself.”

Fuck him. Fuck him for being so well versed in the way of condolences when he was the one inflicting unimaginable amounts of hurt onto Jonas for sick satisfaction. It was unfair in the way his honeyed words could coat the inside of his mind and silence all those nasty thoughts. A warm comfort seeped into his bones, helping to ease the vibrating of his wound up muscles before they aggravated any of his more damaged nerves. Malik was right; he shouldn’t be struggling with this burden all alone. That was the point of therapy, of family and friends to fall back on, neither of which Jonas had at his disposal. All he had was a telephone and the business number for a serial killer. Someone was better than no one.

“I…I’m trying n-not to. But I don’t know who…who else to talk to.”

“Have you been able to process your grief since the incident?”

“Um…I don’t know.”

“Well, that’s as good a place to start as any. It won’t help none to arrange a send off if you’re not able to let go yet.”

“How do I…know if I’m still holding on?”

“Seein’ as you’re not actually looking to schedule a real funeral, I’d say you’re holding on pretty damn tight.”

…huh?

“Y’know, lover,” Malik’s voice had dropped, sweet becoming sultry with a single octave. “This would have been a helluva lot more convincin’ if you had used that li’l star sixty-nine trick to hide your caller ID first.”

Jonas felt like a knife had been twisted into his gut, a sensation he was unfortunately quite familiar with. “Wh-what?”

“I saw the area code, Jonie. Ain’t no one calling from upstate for a service down in Ashton. ‘Sides the fact it came up as Robert Belmont. Is that your daddy?” He explained and oh, Jonas could hear the smirk in his voice.

“H-how…what,” No, no, no, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Malik wasn’t meant to know it was Jonas on the other end, he wasn’t meant to know he still had his claws sunk deep into the poor boy.

Instead, he laughed at Jonas’s fumbling. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of my favorite pretty boy calling me at work?”

Yeah, Jonas, what was the reason you had spent the better part of two and a half weeks stalking a deepweb murderer with the intent to give him a call? Was he still going to grasp at straws to preserve his psyche, repeating the lie that it was for closure or police intel or something that was for the good of future victims? Those had to be the real reasons, because the younger man sure as hell wasn’t obsessed.

“I…I don’t know…” He whispered.

“You don’t know?” Malik drawled. Jonas could imagine him reclining back in the office chair looking bored as ever. “So you just felt like wastin’ my time this fine Thursday evening?”

“Fuck you,” The words slipped out before Jonas could stop them, leaving a bitter feeling on his tongue. It felt pathetic to say a shot of anxiety spiked his heart rate at the idea of talking back to Malik in such a vulgar fashion. Before, he would have gotten a backhand to the face and the threat to split his tongue. But he was safe now. He was safe. Malik couldn’t get to him here, despite the fact Tucker and his goons had managed to smuggle him out prior.

“We’re awful brave when there’s five cities between us, aren’t we? Where was that sassmouth when I had you all to myself, or had I already bled that outta you?”

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! He had no control over Jonas now! The heir refused to acknowledge the way his hands were trembling again as if they were cold, instead focusing on the heat of anger bubbling in his chest. “Maybe this is a wiretap, you psycho. I could be getting all the information I need to turn you in to the FBI.”

The older man snorted. “The fact that you said any of that is enough for me not to believe you. As if your folks would keep looking into any of this after they got you back. Deal’s a deal, Jonie.”

So much rage that had been burning within him fizzled into resignation just like that. Malik was right yet again; his parents hadn’t bothered to look deeper into his kidnapping or pressing legal charges against any of the perpetrators. Doing so would mean to continue keeping a police case open, which meant having to have a record of proceedings to inform potential business partners if it was ongoing. The idea of a company being primarily involved in a lawsuit, regardless of the details, was bad for investors. Not to mention that as far as they were concerned, the transaction had been made and there was no need to go back on the agreement. Tucker got his money, Jonas got to keep his organs. Why keep digging into old wounds?

Denying him therapy meant they could deny that there was anything wrong with him as a result of the kidnapping. The poor boy was nothing short of perfect, just as every Belmont was. The dark thoughts could swirl in his repressed memories as much as they liked so long as they never exposed themselves to the public. Besides, the entire manor had been upgraded in terms of security, both technical and in manpower – a hefty price to pay to give Jonas peace of mind. Ungrateful thing, no wonder they didn’t want him in therapy, who knew what kind of things he’d blab to a nosy doctor that could be taken out of context to smear the family name. Just because he was a troubled boy doesn’t mean he gets to lash out and throw a fit to bring everyone else down.

“Listen, lover,” Malik said, interrupting the other’s brief bout of self loathing. “When you figure out why you’re so obsessed with me, you’re more than welcome to call back.”

What!? Jonas wasn’t obsessed! Malik was the one who was obsessed, Malik had made his unnatural interest in the Belmont boy very clear from the start. Soiling his skin with scars that still ached in the cold temperatures, forcing him to develop borderline anorexia that refused to let him stomach more than a few bites of any meal, slicing off bits and pieces of him as if the man was attempting to peel away the layers of his soul. But sure, yeah, Jonas was the obsessed one just because he was the one that decided to make the first move after he had been booted from the basement. So much for being Malik’s ‘favorite’ considering he had never reached out once since their separation.

Or was that because Jonas had never really been his most beloved living victim after all, he wondered with icy realization. It was quite possible he was only treasured because he was physically available to be toyed with. A convenience. Similar to how most marriages worked in his family tree, the relationships were arranged based on end goals rather than true love, though in rare cases mutual feelings had been garnered. Malik, however, was not an individual who could grow to develop deep emotions like that. Love was a foreign concept to sociopaths, at least in the traditional sense. He had never genuinely loved Jonas regardless of the bloody affection he flaunted. Obviously he didn’t, or he wouldn’t have abused and mutilated him for personal enjoyment. Jonas had always known this.

So why did it feel like Malik had succeeded in ripping his heart out of his chest once and for all?

He was aware of the tears running down his cheeks before he registered the dial tone ringing in his ear, indicating Malik had hung up some time ago. His hand slowly lowered the receiver to his side, unable to do much else while he processed everything to the best of his traumatized abilities. Tears continued to blur his vision, but green eyes were hardly looking at anything. Alone again. After so much work to track him down, after so many months of listening to him sweet talk like a real spouse, Jonas was left all alone again. The fleeting taste of human connection was a sham, just as he had always known it was during his captivity. Yet now, for some reason, the promise of being loved had felt like the greatest high of his life. Of course, the lows were brutal and unforgiving, but they were so easily brushed to the side of his mind.

Those five minutes of physical affection, those throw away lines of praise, had felt more than enough to balance out losing a couple pints of blood for. A small price to pay all things considered. Even his own parents couldn’t fake a familial bond that well.

Wait, no, hold on. No, no, no, back the fuck up. Jonas was not seriously excusing Malik’s sickening behavior as real love, was he? A couple kisses that the younger man hadn’t wanted in the first place were meant to undo the kicks to the ribs he’d endured from steel toed boots? He was no better than his own mother then, dotting her expensive concealer under her bruised eye and telling Jonas his father was in a foul mood today so don’t bother him. Malik and Robert Belmont were nothing alike, though. Malik’s kindness was much more well versed, making it all the more addictive. There was a substantial amount of distance between Jonas and the funeral home basement, meaning he never had to worry about hands squeezing around his battered throat again. And if that was the case, well…why not reap the reward of Malik’s good graces? It seemed like a solid deal, and the Belmonts were excellent businessmen after all.

The number was redialed before Jonas had finished wiping away his tears with the back of his hand.

“That was fast,” A voice answered in lieu of the same formal greeting. “Darlin’, as much as I love playing phone tag with you, I do have a jo-”

“I want to talk to you,” Jonas interrupted.

The strength in his confession surprised him, a wobble quickly returning to his voice as fresh tears clumped his lashes together. “I…I want to hear your voice,” He whispered.

“…like a phone sex thing?”

Well, there went that attempt at being emotionally vulnerable with Malik. He should have known better. The remaining tears that clung to the corners of his eyes were only dislodged as a result of his body jolting in shock at such a lewd suggestion.

“Wh-what!? No! No, I, I-I don’t even know, Christ…” Jonas could feel his cheeks burning at an uncomfortable degree, barely resisting the urge to curl in on himself to hide his embarrassment from the older man on the other end of the phone. He heard Malik laugh, clearly amused at his flustering, and the smooth baritone only made his stomach tighten further.

There was a beat of silence. “You’re kiddin’, though, right? You don’t know what phone sex is?”

Jonas hoped he sounded as incredulous as he must look right now, ignoring the dried tear tracks and flushed cheeks. “Why would I know what that is? That doesn’t sound like it would work for anything.”

“Aw, pretty boy ain’t lost his virtual virginity? That’s the saddest thing I ever did hear.” Malik teased.

“I, God, fuck me–”

“Would love to.”

“No, shut up,” He wasn’t that desperate. Yet. “I don’t want to talk about this!

There was more shifting of things on a desk and the squeak of a chair. “Well then, what are you holdin’ up my landline for? I ain’t gonna sit here doin’ pillow talk with you all night, I have shit to do.”

Then hang up, Jonas wanted to taunt. The problem with that was Malik really would hang up and had no guarantee of when he would answer his call again. As much as he wanted to believe he had grown the bravado to stand up to the killer, he wasn’t sure his fragile self esteem could take the blow of being readily ignored.

“What…do you have to do?” Jonas asked. Redirect the conversation to be about Malik, narcissists loved that. The older man should be kept plenty engaged.

“Do you really want to know?”

Scratch that. Jonas wasn’t interested in being regaled by grisly details of whatever illegal activities he’d gotten up to since his departure. Ignorance is bliss. “N-no…”

“Then I reckon this talk is done for the night,” Malik said.

“Wait, w-wait!” Not yet, not yet, please, not yet. “You’re…Malik, you’re the only one I can talk to. About anything. N-no one else gets it…”

“A cryin’ shame. Go to a therapy support group like a normal person.”

“I can’t. My parents won’t let me, they don’t even talk to me about it! And, and no one else in the house would be able to understand and everyday I feel like I’m going to fucking explode and you’re the only person I have left who will at least acknowledge what happened!” His voice cracked on the last word in a truly pitiful display.

His outburst was only met with a sigh. “Don’t mean I really care.”

“You like when I cry though,” Jonas sniffled. “You said I’m pretty when I’m in pain.”

“You are,” Malik agreed.

“Well I’m in a whole lot of fucking pain right now because of you. I can’t, I…I can’t handle it on my own. I need someone else to see it,” If he had drank more of the offered water to him during meals, he might have had enough fluid in his system to produce a few more tears. Instead, his eyes and nose merely burned. “Please…”

His pathetic pleas for Malik to take advantage of and enjoy Jonas’s post-traumatic suffering must have enticed him enough to relent, because the phone had yet to click in disconnection. How sad it was that after everything he’d been through, the hurdles he’d overcome to survive, the horrors no young man should have to see, he was begging with his tail between his legs for Malik to torment him again. Anything to have his attention back on Jonas again. Anything to trick the Belmont heir into thinking another person cared about him.

“Ten minutes,” Malik finally huffed. “That’s ‘til closing time. I suggest you don’t waste it.”

Jonas blinked. He…really wasn’t sure if all that groveling was going to work when the other man wasn’t physically here to witness his damp cheeks and trembling frame. But it had. That brief discard of dignity had earned him ten minutes of talk time with a killer who stalked his nightmares. Laid out in those terms, that hardly seemed like a prize to win at all.

“Tick tock, Jonas.”

“Um, I…,” Shit, shit, what were they supposed to talk about? What would be a topic that might entice Malik enough to answer the next time he called if this conversation was anything to go by? Something humiliating, something cathartic…

“What’s…h-how does…phone sex work…?”

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사냥개들 - Bloodhounds - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpees: (right) 김건우 (Kim Geon Woo) played by 우도환 (Woo Do Hwan) and 홍우진 (Hong Woo Jin) played by 이상이 (Lee Sang Yi)

Synopsis: Hunting Dogs (Bloodhounds) is a noir action drama about two boxers who became entangled in debt but attempt to escape it in any way they can. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Noir, Action, Thriller, Found Family, Friendship, Cop/Crime (organized crime), Little to No Romance, Stabbed, Constant Emotional/Mental Whump

Watch On: Netflix (Original), DramaCool, KissAsian

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

김건우 (Kim Geon Woo)

1.01 : (not super whumpy but I’m listing it bc I found it unBEARABLY attractive- some drunk old man tried fighting him and he casually stopped him and was so sweet about it) ::: fought in a wrestling ring multiple times ::: concerned about someone, fought, protecting someone, severely beaten, concern for him, pinned to the ground, face basically carved with a knife

1.02 : treated in the hospital, concern for him, bandaged ::: treated in the hospital again, wound reveal, concern for him, looked after ::: anxious ::: desperate, emotional ::: concerned for someone

1.03 : concerned for someone, scared ::: emotional, wound reveal ::: ambushed, surrounded

1.04 : fought, beaten, saved, bloody ::: fought, beaten, emotional, semi manhandled, comforted, crying ::: in a car chase, scared, concerned for someone

1.05 : scared, concerned for someone

1.06 : emotional, glassy eyes, near tears ::: concerned for Woo Jin, ran into a burning building to save him, scared ::: concerned for Woo Jin ::: donating blood for Woo Jin, asks to do another bag and nurse says no, begging to help save him, desperate

1.07 : scared, emotional, sobbing ::: asleep ::: semi fought

1.08 : surrounded, fought, choked out ::: going to save someone, fought ::: stabbed in the back (literally), fought, kicked ::: slashed in the face, fell ::: fought, exhausted, emotional, comforted ::: face bandaged, emotional ::: emotional

홍우진 (Hong Woo Jin)

1.01 : fought in a wresting ring multiple times

1.02 : none

1.03 : ambushed, surrounded

1.04 : fought, beaten, saved, bloody ::: fought, beaten ::: in a car chase, in a wreck, chased

1.05 : none

1.06 : fought, beaten, stabbed ::: found unconscious in a burning building, concern for him, carried to safety, CPR performed on him ::: in the hospital being operated on ::: concern for him (not enough blood in the hospital ::: dying

1.07 : asleep ::: semi fought ::: scar reveal

1.08 : surrounded, fought ::: going to save someone, fought ::: fought ::: fought, thrown ::: struggling to walk, fought ::: face bandaged

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Direct translation for the drama title is Hunting Dogs but it will be listed as Bloodhounds

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Masterpost on my main? more likely than you'd think.

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I've been trying to think of more Victor prompts, so I looked at whump prompts bc that's my favourite type of fics, and I feel like this could work for him. Like, he gets injured and turns off the pain so by the time the danger passes he forgets about it, and its not visible like external bleeding so others notice. Could be internal bleeding or head injury? If you can make something out of my rambling that would be impressive lol

I've never clicked on a request faster. I love this! I think I understand what you're asking for and hope I did it justice! I went with a concussion because it's internal but not too severe, since he can't go to the hospital or anything. I'm not sure how I feel about this, so if you want me to change anything or rewrite I can. Please let me know what you think and keep the Victor requests coming!!🤍

Warnings: spoilers for Vicious, concussion + descriptions of symptoms, detailed fight (inspired by the hallway fight scene in Daredevil), I think it can be read as platonic or romantic (the ending leans a little more romantic but I think it still works either way), fluff, and a brief Batman reference.

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

A/N: I imagine this takes place after Vengeful, but I don't think there's anything specific to place it there. I love writing for Victor and feel like I'm getting a little better at capturing him; he's a complex character but so much fun to write for! I'm working on a few fics for other characters, but to be completely honest, Victor requests will probably jump the line. I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

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I Forgot

“Sneaking into a corporate building this size cannot be a good idea, Vic,” you point out. “There will be private security, cameras, everything you can imagine times ten.”

“Mitch is hacking the security system, and I can manipulate the pain of the guards so they never even see us, all of which will give us time to get the information we need,” Victor responds, not looking up from the blueprints on the table.

“Why is this a three-person job again? If it’s that easy, you and Mitch can do it.”

“It’s easier for him to focus on the guards and let you get the intel,” Mitch explains.

“Yeah, he’s not a great multi-tasker,” Sydney adds.

“We can’t all have the brain capacity and speed of a twelve-year-old girl,” Victor calls over his shoulder. He looks at you to say, “I need you in there. Are you in?”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose as you stand behind him, looking over his shoulder. You ask, “Where are we getting in?”

The corner of Victor’s mouth raises nearly imperceptibly, the closest thing you’ve ever seen to a smile, before pointing to a side entrance.

“This is the fire escape door. Mitch will hack their system, disable its alarm, and we’ll be in,” Victor says, dragging his finger across the blueprint as he outlines a route to the server room. “Most of the security guards will be patrolling the outside, and we’ll hit during their shift change. Mitch got their schedules, and we know when the optimal time is. Less guards and less ground covered by them.”

“Seems easy enough.”

“I know.”

“Sarcasm, Vic,” you and Mitch say together.

Victor looks at you and rolls his eyes before mouthing, “I know.”

“Alright, Mr. Pre-Med, if you know everything, tell me what happens if you don’t see one of the guards and they take a shot at us.”

“I turn the pain off, and we keep going.”

“Bleed out, got it,” you mumble under your breath.

“Getting shot hurts,” Sydney adds.

“You don’t say,” Victor quips.

You and Sydney look at each other and smile.

“This is why I never make jokes.” Victor sighs.

“Sorry, Vic. Go over it one more time?”

He shows you the route again and points to the areas most likely to have security and personnel presence.

“And if someone calls the police and they surround the building?” you ask.

“We do what we do best,” Victor replies.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You’re clear,” Mitch says. A mechanism above the door clicks as the alarm disconnects and it unlocks.

“Where did you get these earpieces?” you ask, following Victor through the fire escape door.

“iSpy.com,” Mitch answers.

“Focus,” Victor snaps, looking over his shoulder at you.

You nod, stopping behind him as he looks around a corner.

“There are three guards down there,” Victor says.

Two clear thuds sound and Victor signals for you to follow him. When you step out behind Victor, you glance to the left and see three grown men curled up in pain, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. Victor drops two more guards, who never see either of you, before putting his hand out and stopping you.

“There’s someone else here,” he whispers.

“No heat signatures on the security feed's infrared,” Mitch states, clicking sounds echoing in your earpiece.

“Any idea where they are?” you ask.

Victor shakes his head and looks over your shoulder before looking the other way.

“Let me go first, the server room is right around the corner. I’ll let you know if there’s anyone in there. Otherwise, keep everyone out,” you suggest.

He hesitates before nodding, watching you walk past him and silently open the door, signaling that the room is empty before slipping inside. Before he can register the sound of footsteps or a door opening, someone wraps an arm around his neck. Victor pulls the arm, twisting the man in front of him before slamming him against the opposite wall.

Two more guards enter the hallway, and Victor tries to turn their pain dials but gets distracted by the man in his arms. Turning to his right, he shoves the first guard into the second and brings his elbow down on the wrist of the third as he pulls his gun.

Grunting, he imagines the dial but loses it again when a hand grips his shoulder. Pulling the wrist over his arm, he flips the guard and takes a deep breath. All three men gasp before crying out in pain. Victor smirks as he stands over them, oblivious to the alert being sent to all of the security guards in the building.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Mitch, what am I even looking for?” you ask, bypassing the password screen as Mitch lets you into the system. “And why can't you do this remotely?”

“Their system won’t allow internal downloads, someone has to download it to a destination outside of their network. Since I’m tapped into the network, you’ll have to put it on the external drive I gave you. The file should say something like ‘Eli Project’ or ‘Project Eli,’ if Vic’s information is right.”

“Got it. How’s Victor doing?”

“Looks like he’s dropping bodies as usual.”

You hum as you click through the files in the central server. You trust Victor, but companies publish false information to catch hackers and preserve trade secrets. His intel may be wrong. No file names match the criteria; the word ‘Eli’ isn’t in any of the files you view.

“Victor’s never been wrong before?” you ask.

“Rarely.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor pulls a gun from a guard before slamming the handle down on his forehead. Panting, he stands and increases everyone’s pain, smirking as several pass out from the intensity. A gloved hand meets the side of his neck, and before he sees his attacker to debilitate them, his head is shoved into the concrete wall beside him.

“Unnecessary,” Victor says through gritted teeth.

He pushes back against the hand on his neck, turning to see the guard. After the initial impact, his head starts to hurt, a feeling he isn’t used to anymore, so he decides to turn it off and keep everyone away from you. As he turns, Victor sees the man swing his fist toward Victor’s head. Victor slips forward and turns his own pain down. Remembering where you are, he directs increased pain to every person in the building, even as he feels his control slipping.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I found it!” you cheer, dragging the files to download onto Mitch’s hard drive. “It’s an acronym.”

“For?” Mitch asks, clicking on his keyboard as he watches the files disappear from the company’s database.

“I feel like Batman,” you say quietly before answering, “Elevated Lexiconary Information Studies E-O. It is Eli. Although, no one would study e-words all the way through o-words in the same go, they should have thought that through better.”

“Focus,” Mitch reminds you.

“Right, sorry. Two to go… And we’re done. Thanks a million, Alfred!”

You can almost hear Mitch shake his head before requesting, “Get Victor out of there without causing too much permanent damage, would you?”

“That’s what I do best.”

You step out into the hallway and press your back against the wall when you don’t see Victor. He is supposed to be in sight and give you a signal that all is clear. Your eyes widen when you notice how many unconscious guards litter the hall. Victor isn’t in sight, but you hear footsteps and pained screams around the corner. Stepping carefully over each guard, you slowly walk to the corner and stop, watching Victor bend over and take a few deep breaths before standing.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor’s control slips, a phenomenon that hasn’t happened since he first learned to control and use his ability. Several guards begin to stand as Victor gets dizzy and nearly forgets what he’s supposed to be doing. He hears your voice, talking to Mitch in his earpiece, and his head clears enough to regain control, flooring most of the guards before looking down the hallway in anticipation of the next round of reinforcements. They scream as he turns the dial too high, too fast, and he bends forward as his head spins and the light grows too bright, making him sick to his stomach.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Victor?” you ask, stepping into the same hallway corridor.

Victor turns toward you but doesn’t look up. You repeat his name, and his eyes narrow like he’s unsure who you are or where he is. Stepping toward him and reaching out, you try to figure out what’s wrong with him. He slurs something before falling forward, and you can’t catch him before he hits the floor.

Dropping to your knees beside him, you hold his head and neck still as you look around. No one is moving, the guards still seeming to be in pain.

“Mitch?” you ask.

“What happened? I’ve got one of the cameras up. That didn’t look good.”

“I don’t know, he just collapsed. He looked confused. Mitch, what do I do?”

Mitch answers that he’s on his way as Victor opens his eyes and looks at you, straining against your hands as he views you upside-down.

“If he hit his head, we shouldn’t move him, Mitch.”

You look at Victor and notice he’s regained consciousness.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“Debatable,” he answers. “But good enough to get out of here. Let’s go.”

He numbs the pain again, ignoring you as you argue with him that he shouldn't move and ask him if he hit his head. Focusing on your voice helps, but he’s still dizzy, nauseous, and slightly disoriented. You meet Mitch at the fire escape door and help Victor before you climb into the car, exhaling as you allow your shoulders to drop. Sitting in the backseat together, you turn in your seat to talk to Victor.

“And just when were you going to tell me about your head? Before or after you collapsed in the hallway?” you ask.

“I forgot,” he answers.

“You forgot?”

“I forgot.”

“Mitch, take us to my place, please,” you ask, looking into Victor’s eyes as you speak. “I think you have a concussion, Vic.”

“You have a place?” he asks.

“I’m the only one not posted everywhere as a missing child or wanted for escaping prison. I figured one of us should have a place to land.”

Victor nods, blinking slowly before his eyes close again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor groans as he wakes up. “Did Mitch run over me?” he asks.

“No, he did carry you inside after saving you in his car, though. You have a concussion, a fairly severe one based on the scene in the hallway. Want to tell me what happened?”

He sits up slowly, looking around the dark, unfamiliar room. “Where are we?”

“My place. Keep that ice on your head.”

Victor presses the ice pack to his head.

“So, what happened?”

“One of the guards came up behind me. I didn’t see him, so I couldn’t stop him. He slammed my head into the wall.”

“And you thought, ‘it’s probably fine, I won’t tell anyone?’”

“I turned off the pain and forgot,” Victor says, shrugging.

“You forgot,” you repeat, chuckling quietly.

“I can’t see you.”

“Yeah, light is bad for concussions. So is noise, so I’m going to give you a little time to rest. Sydney wants to come check on you when you feel better; let me know when you’re up for some company.”

As you near the door, preparing to give him some privacy and silence, he whispers, “Thank you.”

You freeze, not used to hearing Victor Vale express gratitude. Even though he can’t see you, you smile at him.

“You’re welcome. And it’s only because it’s you.”

Victor’s chuckle follows you out of the room, and his subsequent calls for help - and company - are nowhere near the inconvenience he seems to think they are.

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