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mj-iza-writer · 1 day

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Whumpee jumped when their cell door opened.

"M-may I ask who is coming in?", Whumpee whispered. A blindfold had been tied to their head from a recent eye removal surgery to help stop on infection from spreading.

"It's Dr. Yeld and two guards. Whumper would like to run some tests, so we are taking you to the lab. I need to ask the typical questions", Whumpee felt the scientist pat their head, "are you ready?"

"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded.

"To begin with... How does your head and eye sockets feel?", Whumpee allowed the guards to begin shackling them.

"They ache a little and feel crusty and itchy", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I think the blindfold is stuck to the crust, I tried hard not to touch it, like you said."

"Okay I'll make a note to change that for you", Dr. Yeld wrote a small note, "why do you sound so hoarse? Do you feel sick?"

"I-I couldn't find my water, I felt around a little in here, but I think it's missing", Whumpee frowned.

Dr. Yeld looked around, "you're right, I'm sorry that happened. We'll get some water before the test."

Whumpee nodded, "please and thankyou."

The last few questions were asked and answered satisfactorily.

Whumpee allowed the guards to lead them to the lab.

"Dr. Yeld", Whumpee whispered as the guards strapped them in, "I'm scared."

"It's okay Whumpee, Whumper said it's going to be minor tests today. Nothing big. I think they want to see how you're healing as well."

Whumpee nodded, "okay, may I have water?"

"Yes of course. I'll be right back", Dr. Yeld stepped away.

Whumpee felt a part of their back start to itch.

"May I have help?", Whumpee requested to anyone listening.

After a minute, Whumpee realized they may have been alone or people around were too busy to help the lab rat.

Whumpee was strapped down onto the metal slab table in a vertical position.

They started to wriggle around in an attempt at scratching their back.

Suddenly, Whumpee's hands slipped through the straps, and they fell to the floor. Their feet tangled into the straps and twisted opposite their natural direction. They hit the floor with a thud.

"Ah, ah, oww", Whumpee cried out, only drowned out by an alarm.

Whumpee heard guards running to them, but they were preoccupied by the shooting pains running up and down their legs.

"He-help, help.... help me please", Whumpee cried out.

Whumpee winced as the guards lifted them up. Their legs were unstrapped and they were laid on the ground.

"What the hell is going on in here?", Whumper's voice could be heard above the alarm.

"The test subject attempted to escape", one of the guards announced.

Whumpee's head shot up quickly, "n-no I didn't."

Whumpee heard someone approach, dress shoes clank against the tile floor.

Whumper knelt down and placed two fingers under Whumpee's chin to lift their face, "then why are the alarms going off? Why are you on the ground Whumpee", Whumper questioned.

"M-my back was itchy, and no one was available to help me. I was wriggling around on the table to try to itch it. Then I fell", Whumpee winced, "m-my legs hurt."

Whumper reached another hand up and patted Whumpee's head, "so my little rat wasn't trying to run."

"No Master, where would I go?", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper chuckled, "good point Whumpee", Whumper stood, "Dr. Yeld, please check Whumpee's legs, and let's see what happened. Today's test will be rescheduled for now."

"I'm sorry Master", Whumpee felt someone starting to pick them up.

"It's okay Whumpee, let's get your legs taken care of. Then I'll check your eyes", Whumper sighed, "I may have to talk to my staff and see why you aren't being taken care of."

"I'm a rat Master, that's why", Whumpee sighed.

"You are... but you are my lab rat, and I expect my staff to take care of you", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee now lay on the metal table again.

"Don't move Whumpee, we're scanning your legs", Dr. Yeld ordered.

"Yes sir, ma-may I have water after this", Whumpee pleaded.

"Oh geesh, Whumpee I'm sorry", Dr Yeld frowned, "just two seconds and done."

Whumpee felt a straw press in between their lips. They quickly drank.

"Careful Whumpee, you're going to ch..", Whumper was interrupted when Whumpee started to choke, "see."

"I'm sorry.... thirsty", Whumpee struggled to catch their breath.

"I don't see any breaks, but you more than likely sprained both legs", Whumper frowned, "you did a number on yourself. See these strains here."

"I didn't mean to, I don't know how I fell. I think my hands slipped", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper stepped over to the table Whumpee lay on and looked it over.

"Try to slip your hands back into the straps", Whumper ordered.

Whumpee quickly did as they were told.

"Someone didn't do a good job strapping you in", Whumper frowned as they watched Whumpee's hand go into the strap with minimal struggle, "who were the guards who helped you bring Whumpee. I need to have a chat with them."

Whumpee shook, "please don't kill them Master."

"I won't kill them, but they may find themselves fired from this lab", Whumper sighed, "I don't like when my little rat gets injured by someone else, especially when it messes my plans up."

Whumpee felt someone sitting them up. They allowed their body to bend to the persons will.

"Let's put them in a soft cast for now. Revisit an x-ray and muscle scan in a week or so. Whumpee, let us know if you have any strange pain, just like normal", Whumper started to leave.

"Master?", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper stopped and turned, "yes Whumpee."

Whumpee shyly fiddled with their fingers, "may I, uhm, may I go outside today?", they kept their head lowered.

"Whumpee it's cold out right now, plus you'll have cast on your legs", Whumper walked back to the table, "I forgot to check your eye sockets."

Whumpee felt Whumper lift their head, and start removing the blindfold.

Whumpee whimpered a little as the cloth was gently pulled from the wound.

"I don't like that it's sticking to the wound sight", Whumper frowned as they took a closer look, "Whumpee I will allow you to pick something fun though, you have had a harder week then we normally give you."

"May I have chicken nuggets for lunch", Whumpee asked excitedly.

"You know what, you absolutely can", Whumper chuckled, "how about I order you chicken nuggets, fries, a dessert, and you can even have soda pop today", Whumper rubbed Whumpee's cheek gently, "how does that sound."

Whumpee melted into the touch, "that sounds yummy", Whumpee moaned tiredly.

"Is my lab rat sleepy?", Whumper chuckled.

"Yes Master, it's difficult to sleep now", Whumpee yawned.

"Hmm", Whumper hummed.

Dr. Yeld set to work wrapping the bandages on Whumpee's legs, "please Whumpee try your hardest not to walk on your legs. They definitely need some rest, you don't want to stress them", Dr. Yeld watch Whumpee nod.

Whumpee reached their hand up to touch where their eyes where.

"Ah ah", Dr. Yeld warned, making Whumpee jump, "don't touch there. That is still fresh, you could cause another infection."

"I'm sorry, it's just weird. It's not even pitch black like you'd think. It's nothingness", Whumpee explained, as they tried to touch the area again."

"Don't touch Whumpee", Dr. Yeld grabbed Whumpee's hand and pulled it away, "I don't want to straightjacket you."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry."

Whumpee heard Dr. Yeld step away.

They sat quietly and listened to the multitude of sounds in the lab.

Suddenly Whumpee felt someone stop in front of them. They were handed a bag and a cup, then the person seemed to climb up on the metal table and sat beside Whumpee.

Whumpee felt confused.

"I-I'm sorry.... who's their? A-and what's this", Whumpee shook.

"As promised, your chicken nuggets, fries, and drink. I have your desert chilling in the freezer for when you want it", Whumper's voice sounded as though they were smiling.

Whumpee quickly opened the bag and pulled out a handful of fries.

"Thankyou Master, I appreciate this gift", they grinned before stuffing their mouth.

"You're welcome Whumpee", Whumper chuckled.

Whumper studied Whumpee while they ate, "I see Doc bandaged your legs."

"Yes Master", Whumpee nodded, "they said not to use them as much as possible."

Whumpee reached up absent mindedly and scratched around the wound on their eye.

"Whumpee... don't touch your eyes", Whumper tried to pull the hand down but was too late.

Whumpee screamed in pain as Dr. Yeld hurried over.

"What happened?", Dr. Yeld pulled Whumpee to lay down.

"It stings", Whumpee cried. Tears started to come out of Whumpee's eye sockets.

"I bet you they bothered it, but got salt on the wound from the fries", Whumper held Whumpee's hands down so they wouldn't do it again or fight Dr. Yeld from disinfecting the wounds."

"Ow", Whumpee screamed, "it hurts."

"I know Whumpee, I wasn't quick enough to stop you", Whumper frowned, "when Doc gets you cleaned up we will put an eye cover on you, I found a better one that hopefully won't stick."

Whumpee shook violently as they were cleaned up.

"Let's place Whumpee in their cell. Let's do a straightjacket for right now", Whumper started to let go. I'll go in and finish feeding them. Then they can have their dessert and I'll put the new eye cover on them, it needs to get cleaned before they wear it."

"Please no straightjacket", Whumpee pleaded.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, it's for your own good", Whumper turned and walked away.

Whumpee sobbed as the straightjacket was buckled, "I'll be good", they pleaded, "please I don't want this."

"I'm sorry Whumpee. You keep touching your eyes. If you keep doing that, they won't heal", Dr Yeld patted their shoulder, "I know you don't like this fact, but you really don't get a choice on the matter."

Whumpee fell quiet except for their sobbing.

Dr. Yeld frowned when he realized what he said, "Whumpee I-I'm sorry.... I."

"Why did I lose my eyes.... was it your fault?", Whumpee shuddered, "because I didn't get a choice."

"I-I don't know why that infection happened, we had to remove the eyes though, it would have spread, and could have killed you."

"What life d-do I have anyway... I'm just a measly lab rat", Whumpee sobbed as they were lifted from the metal table and placed in a wheelchair.

"I didn't even get to eat all of my special treat either", Whumpee cried a little louder.

Dr. Yeld felt guilt crawl up his throat and leave a knot, "I'm sorry Whumpee, but Whumper did say he would go to your cell and help feed you the rest of your meal. You even get a desert, isn't that exciting?", Dr Yeld reached for the cup of soda, "here have a drink of your soda", Dr Yeld held the straw for Whumpee to drink.

Tears continued from small gaps while Whumpee drank a few sips. Their breathing was labored.

"Why am I still able to cry without my eyes?", Whumpee asked while they were wheeled through the hall.

Dr. Yeld was deep in guilty thought on how to make this up for Whumpee.

"Dr. Yeld? I thought he came with us", Whumpee sighed.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I was just wondering how to make this up to you", Dr. Yeld walked beside the chair, "what was your question?"

"Why am I able to cry without my eyes?", Whumpee asked again.

"We were able to leave your tear ducts in tact", Dr. Yeld smiled, "you still have the ability to produce tears and cry."

"Oh", Whumpee kept their head down.

Whumpee was laid on their mattress in their cell.

They rolled over and tried to sit up.

"Ugh", Whumpee sighed as they fell back down, "I can't see. I can't walk. I can't use my arms."

The cell door opened again, and closed.

"I heard you were pretty upset", Whumper talked from the entrance, "Dr. Yeld and a few other scientists and guards felt bad."

"I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to say all of those mean things", Whumpee tried to sit up but fell back again.

"I know Whumpee, you're having a hard time settling in again. You've had a busy week, and today didn't help with your legs getting injured", Whumper stepped over and knelt by the mattress. They lifted Whumpee so they could sit up.

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee sighed in relief.

"Alright I'm sitting down next to you, let's finish your lunch", Whumper plopped down on the mattress, "let's see how you feel after this. You can have the dessert later if you're not hungry."

Whumpee nodded, "may I have another drink please?"

"Of course. You are doing so well with your manners", Whumper held the cup for them, "I'm very proud of you."

"Thankyou master", Whumpee squirmed excitedly.

"You're welcome, it looks like you have a few more nuggets. I think your fries were all gone before the eye accident", Whumper held a nugget to Whumpee's lip.

"If you don't feel like dessert I have a packet of gummies you can have instead. Maybe we can go that route, have your dessert later tonight", Whumper grinned.

"Yes Master", Whumpee agreed.

"Alright that was your last nugget", Whumper chuckled, "how was your lunch.... is it what you wanted?"

"Yes Master", Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

"Here are the gummies", Whumper fiddled with a packet, "I have a few sour ones as a treat. Your face is funny when you eat sour candies."

Whumpee smiled, "thankyou."

Whumper started to put the candies one by one in Whumpee's mouth.

Whumpee made a face, "that one is really sour", they gasped.

Whumper chuckled, "I know."

Whumpee felt tired after a few minutes.

"Master I'm sleepy", Whumpee interrupted Whumper from their rambling.

"I know Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I slipped you a gummy to help you go to sleep."

Whumpee struggled to get away from Whumper.

"No, no... none of that", Whumper held them down, "you can't use your legs right now. Earlier you said you were having trouble sleeping, I can't have you being tired unless I'm testing something that requires you to be tired."

Whumpee sobbed as Whumper pulled them to lay down. Their head now rested on Whumper's lap.

"It's just a light drug, I need you to sleep", Whumper rubbed Whumpee's head, "you'll wake up in a few hours. I'll let you have your dessert then."

Whumpee heard the door open.

"Ah, Dr. Yeld, you brought the eye cover", Whumper grinned.

Dr. Yeld looked at Whumpee sadly then handed the cover to Whumper.

"These are nice, and padded. They should lay on your skin nicely and not get stuck to the wound.

Whumper lifted Whumpee's almost limp body and slid the covers on their head and over their eyes.

"There we go", Whumper adjusted the tightness.

After a few minutes of hearing Whumpee's snores. Whumper rested Whumpee on their pillow and covered them up.

"I-I didn't know you were serious about drugging them", Dr. Yeld watched Whumper as they stood.

"They need to sleep, it is harder for blind people to sleep sometimes. They are getting use to this new life", Whumper sighed, "I wasn't acting out of anger and meanness. I truly need them to sleep. I do care for my lab rat. Though I know I have a weird way of showing it."

"I said something to them though, I wanted to apologize", Dr. Yeld frowned and watched Whumpee's steady breathing.

"Oh I heard what you said. I was quite amused actually", Whumper laughed, "I guess you will need to wait until they wake up."

Dr. Yeld made an angry face at Whumper.

"Will you ever tell them you're the reason they got that infection? You're the reason they lost their sight.", Dr. Yeld crossed their arms.

"No, and neither will you. You've done some horrid test on them yourself, remember. If you say anything, I will kill you."

Whumper walked past Dr. Yeld as they exited the room, "remember our agreement and your place in this lab."

"Yes Master", Dr. Yeld cowarded away and looked back at Whumpee.

"Come along", Whumper stood by the door, "we have plenty of things to do."

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jordanstrophe · 7 months

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It was months since Caretaker last saw whumpee. ... Since they were taken from right under their nose. When they got the call whumpee was found, caretaker must have broken every road law under the sun getting there.

Caretaker heard them before they saw them. Their sobs weren't sad whimpers, they were crying out as if they were in pain. Medics rushed out other victims that were also captive. The ones that could be moved were taken away; the ones in worse condition were being held and treated on the spot.

Whumpe was... One of them. They were barely recognizable, caretaker almost thought the call was a mistake.

Frightened eyes locked onto theirs from within the band of medics. They changed and widened, the panic turning into what looked like a wave of calm.

Their eyes. Caretaker knew them by their eyes.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump drabble #whump writting #whump scenarios #caretaking scenarios #caretaking drabble #kidnap whump #kidnapped whumpee #captured whumpee #whump angst #medical whump #injured whumpee #hurt/comfort #comfort whump

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whumpberry-cookie · 10 months

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Aftermath

Caretaker is asked to search for some photo in Whumpee's phone.

They try not to peek in other folders, but there's one called "Reasons I'm happy I survived".

One photo per day.

And at least 2/3 of them are photoes of Caretaker.

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caledine · 9 months

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Prompt #6 - HANAHAKI DISEASE

Imagine having Hanahaki disease with your dead lover- WHY HAVE I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS.

Imagine the flowers that dig their roots deep intro your lungs are your lovers favourite — the ones you placed on their grave not even a week prior

Imagine knowing you need to put grief aside and ‘get over it’ before you join them and slowly suffocate to death

Imagine crying every time you cough up flower, not because it hurts, but because it reminds you so much of them

Imagine knowing that they can never free you by loving you back because their never coming back

Imagine the guilt as you try to force yourself to forget someone whose last wish was to make sure that they were never forgotten

Imagine realising that the flowers you used to buy them that would bring them such joy are the ones causing you such great pain

Imagine friends and family of the lover who you loved dearly’s hearts breaking when they can’t figure out why you suddenly want nothing to do with them

This idea has so much potential!

#original idea #whump writing #writeblr #writting prompt #writers and poets #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #otp prompts #angst #hurt/comfort #whump scenario #whump #whump tropes #hanahaki disease #flower symbolism #fic ideas #writing ideas

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loveforangst · 29 days

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Hero weakly glared at those perfectly polished shoes, barely an inch away from his face, as they rhythmically tapped on the bloody floor.

Tap tap tap.

The usual sickly sweet lullaby echoed in his ears distracting him from his racing heartbeat and he found himself unwillingly calming down, his resolve leaving his spirit along with the blood from his veins. "Shut up.." he murmured as his eyes closed, his body preparing for another nightmare filled sleep.

The smiling Villain carefully cleaned the tools that were ever so helpful during their wonderful playtime, humming the song he knew the Hero loathed. "Now now, no need to be so rude, " he peered at his shiny reflection before placing a scalpel on the tray, "after all we're having so much fun together aren't we?"

Hero didn't have the energy nor will to respond to his taunts and simply flexed his fingers on the cool tiles as he felt his consciousness slipping-"AaAgh!!!" When an all too familiar sharp pain shocked the nerves in his hand and forced him to shoot his eyes open, spotting the previously clean scalpel deeply lodged into his flesh. "Aren't we?" Villain's eyes had lost their playfulness and his smile fell into a bemused frown.

"Y-YES!" Hero coughed out, his eyes painfully closing once again when Villain yanked out the scalpel, a trail of fresh blood following it.

Villain sighed and brought the tool close to his face "Was that really so hard?" His smile returned in the form of a playful grin, eyes becoming crazed as he slowly licked the blood off the scalpel "Now I have to clean it, again, " he shot a pointed look to Hero even though he knew he'd already passed out. "And you know how much I dislike cleaning"

The Villain cackled by himself in the spotless room, in exception to the dark red stain, that only increased in size and surrounded the man on the floor, as he thought of what tomorrow's playtime entailed.

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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More? More please? Pretty please? I'm loving One to go so so much

One to go pt. 3

Part one; Part two

Supervillian held them tight against them, arms gentle, but firm as they kept them pined. Civilian trashed and cursed in their hold, trying to get themselves off the grasp, to keep running and get far, further away from the criminal’s base.

Cold air blew in their face, burning as if the sun was shining, the mountains ominous before them as they laid half in the ground half in the other’s chest, breathing harshly for their lungs ached with the rush and freeze around them.

Tired of their struggles, Civilian ceased after a couple more pulls, and a last, lazy, try to dislodge themselves from the other’s grasp. They looked up, half seeing the starry sky above them, greatly clearer, to their short-lived amazement, than the one in the city; and half Supervillian’s face, sharp eyes looking right back at them, a smile, not quite mocking yet very much entertained, shining right under.

Unbothered, seemingly, was the other for the chase, no catching their breath, no sweat, no scrapes and no worry in their eyes, they had been certain the whole time, of the outcome, and Civilian felt like a fool thinking, without skill or knowledge of where they were, that they could outrun Supervillian, much less outsmart them, not in strategy to the one who had made professional Hero’s look like idiots in national television not even a month prior.

How very stupid of them.

Civilian hit the criminal leg three times, as a surrender, or so they expected them to understand, and tried, with an elbow on the rocky ground, to stand or at least sit straighter, attempts cut short once more by an arm tightening around their middle, aiding them a little further up yet still close against their chest.

“Catch your breath first, there’s no need to rush,” Supervillian said over exaggerating their own breathing so the other could follow, and, after a moment, Civilian did, sinking in tiredness over the criminal “It was respectable attempt, you actually did almost tricked me into believing you were not preceding until tomorrow.”

“It was stupid, I made a fool of myself!” they yelled “there was no way, I had no chance, I couldn’t have gotten away.”

“Of course you couldn't have, of course,” Supervillian affirmed nonchalantly “but I must acknowledge a proper try when made, little I’ve seen of that lately, to be truthful, as my people I must highlight your triumphs.”

“I’m not your people,” Civilian answered, face burning, for the coldness or the praise, they couldn’t yet tell, they weren’t used to being praised.

“Yet.”

***

The water was warm in the shower of the room, bathroom spacious, more lavish that what they had ever seen outside of Hero’s compound, certainly not thought for a prisoner, yet they were not stupid, Supervillian wanted them to lure them into their side. They had to wait just a bit more, Civilian was certain, their friend was coming to get them back.

Supervillian left them a change of clothing on the sink, grateful they were that it had no logos or colours like the ones the employees wore outside the small apartment-like room they were being held in.

Steam left the room with them, entering the main room, with the bed they had woken up in, and the blinking lights they’d failed to notice before, scattered around the room.

A warm meal awaited them over the desk.

Just trying to get in your good graces, they want you to work with them.

Civilian drowsily laid in bed shortly after dinner, warm, clean and well-eaten. Academic life, heroic friendships and bills to pay allowed such luxuries in very scarce occasions, and if they could indulge in such for just a bit, perhaps taking the chance wouldn’t be so bad.

The bed was soft, and big and…

Warm.

It was very warm, not comfortably anymore.

It was too warm.

Was the fire on?

Their eyes kept being closed, they couldn’t quite open them.

The food was drugged again, the chimney was lit.

What a stupid thing to think, they were trying to get in their good side, Supervillian wouldn’t, it made no sense.

But then why were they short of breath, why was it so difficult to open their eyes and why were they so hot inside the room.

Civilian cleared their throat a couple times, half their face pressed against the pillow, light on and over the covers.

“Supervillian,” they called barely above a whisper “Supervillain!” then screamed.

And after what felt like hours, the door opened.

Someone said something, and the mattress dipped beside them.

They could distinguish little of what the other person in the room said, but they could feel their hands gently handling them up.

“Supervillian,” they called again.

“Civilian, it’s me, I’m here,” the other voice in the room called, holding with callous hands their face with care “open your eyes, open them please, you’re panicking.”

“Turn off the fire, please, turn it off,” Civilian muttered, breath quick and short, words scrambling without sense or structure “I won’t try it again, just turn it off.”

“There’s no fire here,” they answered, slowly, understanding “but I can open the window if that would ease your worries.”

A nod, multiple, harsh, bordering erratic.

Supervillian didn't move, but the window did open, they could feel it in the cold air of the night.

“If you let go for a little bit I can get us more comfortable.”

Oh.

Civilian let go of the criminal, shaking still.

Supervillian did as they told, laying across the bed with the other on top, this time, getting themselves comfortable close by, with their knuckles still turning white with their grip, and their head still spinning, yet, seemingly, more responsive than minutes prior.

They drew circles on the other’s back, slowly, aiming to ground them, to calm them just a bit before asking, even if the reason was clear and before them, even when they wished not to acknowledge it.

Minutes ticked on the clock, and Civilian became heavier on them with every passing one.

A light snore broke the silence.

Or maybe, they could ask in the morning, Supervillian chuckled.

The criminal slid their unwilling guest to the bed, brushing their hair away from their face and covering them up with the thick duvet, leaving the window open but closing the door behind them.

Back in their office they fixed the camera’s of the room at the very front of the screen, for if anything else was needed through the night, they’d have loved to stay, but the heroes had already put an alert on Civilian, a hostage situation, for the moment, and they had still quite some things to do.

Part 4

Masterlist

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madeofspite-and-memes · 1 year

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"I'd rather be a mangled corpse before I'd be your obedient little lap dog"

"both can be arranged"

#writing #my writting #writing ideas #writing prompt #defiant whumpee #dialogue prompt #whump writing

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 2 years

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Fili 2022 Whumptober Masterlist

You can find all 31 days of my 2022 Fili whimptober fics here! I’ll be bringing them out day by day and I hope you enjoy. These will probably just something short (400 words to 1000 words) unless I feel motivated as I write.

Please understand that these fics depict forms of physical, emotional and psychological violence and/or pain and may not be for everyone. Each fic will have individual warnings of triggering content contained in that fic so please READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF IT WILL TRIGGER/UPSET DO NOT READ THE FIC.

Here’s a little guide that may help if your unsure if you want to read.

��️ violence/gore/hardcore whump

❤️‍🩹 soft whump/brushed mentions

🥲 emotional/grief/angst whump

🌸 comfort

❤️‍🔥 nsfw/smut

💀 character death

Also as a bonus 🦋 for my favorite stroies

Day 1- A little out of the ordinary - Chained and Moon Touched

⚔️ -Gandalf warned them the would have hidden enemies if they reclaimed Erebor. Fili had expected Orcs and goblins, not this.

Day 2- Nowhere to run - Stupid Bloody Wood

💀(Smaug) -Smaug corners Fili in Laketown, or so he thinks.

Day 3- Hair’s breath from death - My Brave Warrior

🦋🌸💀(reader) -Fili finds you after a battle at the Blue Mountains and keeps you company as you pass on to the halls of the maker.

Day 4- Dead on your feet - Shotgun Shells and Glass

⚔️Fili remembers just how he found out zombies were real.

Day 5- Every whumpiee’s needs -Your Good Boy

🦋🌸 You kidnap Fili in an attempt to ransom him back to the royal family for gold. The ransom is quickly forgotten when your prisoner begs you to let him stay.

Day 6- Proof of life - Nightmares

🥲 🌸 Fili survives the war, but barely. Recovery is hard and long. After a nasty nightmare, Fili tries his best to prove he’s OK to his one and he’s not going anywhere.

Day 7- The way you shake and shiver - Gold broken (part 1)

⚔️ Fili is chained and whipped in the throne room for defying a gold sickened Thorin.

Day 8- Everything hurts and I’m dying - Safe and Sound by my Brother’s Side

⚔️ 🥲 💀 (fili and kili) Fili and Kili die in the battle of the five armies they way they lived. Together. (this is based from a head cannon I made about the song safe and sound from the hunger games hence the song. read about it here)

Day 9- The very noisy night -Thunderstorms and Kisses

🦋🌸 The thunderstorm outside sounds far to similar to the battle for Fili. Narni helps him through it.

Day 10- Poor unfortunate souls - Gold Broken (part 2)

🥲 (soft) Fili struggles with recovery and the realization that something needs to be done to stop his uncle.

Day 11- “911 what’s your emergency?” - Amad Help

🦋❤️‍🩹 Little Fili has to protect his brother when they wonder away from their mother at the markets

Day 12- What could go wrong - Frustrations (part 1)

❤️‍🩹 Having received the worst wounding out of the company during the war, Fili is given the safest, easiest job in the mountain. What could go wrong?

Day 13- Cant make an omelette without breaking a few legs - Of Gold and Lust

🦋❤️‍🩹 Thorin dies on the quest and Fili leads the company to the mountain. It is Fili who suffers from the gold sickness and is willing to sacrifice Dain’s army for his gold.

Day 14- Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain - Gold Broken (part 3)

❤️‍🩹 Fili is forced to make a choice. His uncle or his kingdom.

Day 15- Emotional damage - Healing

❤️‍🩹 🌸 Fili screams himself awake years after the battle of the five armies, and in a struggle with his nightmares, accidentally hurts his one.

Day 16- No way out - Caught, Not Broken (part 1)

⚔️ Fili is kidnapped and beaten

Day 17- Hanging by a thread - Cruelly Hung

⚔️ A young Fili find out just how cruel humans can be to dwarves when he is hung by his hands and left to die.

Day 18- Lets break the ice - Caught, Not Broken (part 2)

⚔️ Fili has been shackled and beaten, but doesn’t break until his whumper reveals their face. A very familiar face.

Day 19- Enough is enough - Ghosts

🦋❤️‍🩹 🥲 (for the reader) 💀 (Kili, Thorin, Vili and Frerin) Kili knows his brother has been through a lot, but the drinking needs to stop. It’s a bit hard to convince him however, when he can’t even hear your voice.

Day 20- It’s been a long day Carried to Safty - Stolen Away

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

Day 21- Famous last words - Off With Their Head

🦋⚔️ 🥲 💀 (OC) “Pathetic” was the last word his childhood bully had spat at him as he left him lying beaten in the street. Now Fili was king, and as he sat on his throne, said bully kneeling before him begging for forgiveness, all he can do is sneer and spit one word. ��Pathetic”.

Day 22- Pick your poison - Merry Berry Pollen

⚔️ After stumbling into a toxic flower on the quest, Fili loses his mind and attacks his brother.

Day 23- At the end of their rope - The Old Gods

🦋❤️‍🩹 🌸 After raiding an orc camp Fili finds a girl chained up and terrified. There something strange about her though.

Day 24- Fight, flight or freeze - Frustrations (part 2)

⚔️ After the cave in narrowly misses a still injured Fili, he struggles to survive.

Day 25- Silence is golden - Shut Up Durin

❤️‍🩹 Fili is forced to stay silent by his abusers as to not wake up him brother that is asleep next to him

Day 26- No one left behind - The Only Question That Matters

⚔️ 🥲 💀 (Every one in the company but Fili) Fili is the only survivor of the company and deals with the survivor’s guilt for the rest of his life.

Day 27- Pushed to the limit - Knives and Restraints

🦋❤️‍🩹 🌸 ❤️‍🔥 Everyone knows Fili has a knife kink, but his one finds out just how far he pushes the boundaries of pleasure and pain.

Day 28- It’s just the tip of the iceberg Forced to watch - Watch Me Dance

❤️‍🩹 Fili takes too long to ask the girl to dance and has to watch her dance with someone else.

Day 29- What doesn’t kill me... - Frustrations (part 3)

❤️‍🩹 Fili wakes up after the rock slide to find the consequences of the accident.

Day 30- Note to self: don’t get kidnapped - Branded

❤️‍🩹 🥲 Fili deals with the aftermath of being kidnapped and branded.

Day 31- A light at the end of the tunnel - Faceless Memories And Broken Promises

❤️‍🩹 🥲 💀 (Fili, Vili) Fili is reunited with his father in the halls of Mahal, he just doesn't realize it at first.

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whumpty-dumpty-doo · 14 days

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... Okay so how much would it bother people if I posted the WoW Birthday event prompts out of order just so the story I'm working on makes sense chronologically? Because I've tried to bend over every which direction I can to fit the prompts together every day, but it's just not working and it's driving me insane.

All entries would still be tagged correctly with their assigned days and themes, the only difference is I'd post them to my blog out of order, IE: Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 14, 8, 6, 7, 9, 11, 12, 10, 13, 15

I will have a master post where the entries are listed in order for the event, and a separate post where the story entries are listed in order, even if they were posted out of order for the whump event. I just don't wanna confuse people? But maybe doing this is making things more confusing actually...? I have (mostly) finished entries ready to go but I haven't hit publish because my brain is itchy.

#whump #whump community #whimp writting #whump event #whump events #deedoo original #poll

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dragyouthroughthewhump · 2 months

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I think I finally have an idea how Adam gets out of the facility.

Is there such a thing as a silent-caretaker? Like, someone keeping an eye out for the whumpee and doing what they can in the background without actually interacting with them?

Cuz I figured it out and it's one of the medical techs who gets him out but Adam has no significant interaction with the dude, like, ever 😆

#whump idea #my ideas #werewolf whump #nonhuman whumpee #lab whump #now the hard part of actually writting it

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mj-iza-writer · 1 month

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"Why are you pulling away from me?", Whumper pulled Whumpee's leash harshly making them fall forward, "whatever is going on better stop before you get punished."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper grabbed their collar and pulled them close.

"Please", Whumpee gulped, "please don't hurt me, I-I'm I'm", Whumpee started to stutter and shake.

"You're what?", Whumper impatiently pulled Whumpee until they were face to face.

"I'm nasty, and-and dirty. I think I smell", Whumpee gasped as the collar tightened.

Whumper looked at Whumpee with disgust, "what did you say?"

"I saw myself in the mirror earlier. How can you be okay with touching me and being near me", Whumpee gasped, "I-I can't breath very well."

Whumper realized and released their grip on the collar.

Whumpee fell down into Whumper's lap and scrambled to the floor to get away.

"Do I own you?", Whumper sat back.

"Huh?", Whumpee looked up in fear.

"Do I own you?", Whumper repeated, "is that not my collar around your neck?"

"Ye-yes master", Whumpee looked down and began fiddling with the dog tag.

"Are you saying I own things that smell and are dirty?", Whumper frowned, "is that a thing you should say about your master? That they own something gross."

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just..."

"It's not a pets place to say that they are dirty, it's their Master's place", Whumper sighed, "you are not allowed to have such human thoughts. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee kept their face into the carpet.

"Remember what belongs to me can't be dirty", Whumper lifted their leg and rested their foot on Whumpee's head, "am I clear?"

"Y-yes mas-master, please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded, face now shoved into the carpet by Whumper's foot.

A while later Whumper stood from their seat.

Whumpee shyly watched from the corner of their eye as Whumper left the room.

'They're mad at me', Whumpee sighed to themself, 'I'm an idiot.'

Whumpee heard water running, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.

'Here comes my punishment', Whumpee groaned, 'I wonder if it will be scolding hot or ice cold', Whumpee almost wanted to run to Whumper to plead for forgiveness, 'will they hose me down, make me sit in it, or hold me under', these thoughts made Whumpee shake.

"Come"

Whumpee shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.

"Are you deaf? Come here", came the command again.

Whumpee quickly looked over to where the voice was coming.

Whumper stood with their hands on their hips, making their impatience known.

Whumpee quickly crawled to Whumper.

"About time", Whumper sighed, "you were thinking again, weren't you?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of all the ways you were going to punish me. I hope I may find grace in your eyes, please", Whumpee begged.

"I'm not going to punish you", Whumper sighed, "I considered your feelings, and have decided to let you have a bath."

Whumpee looked at Whumper in shock.

"You mean it Master?", Whumpee couldn't believe what they had heard.

"Follow me", Whumper led the way to the bathroom.

Whumpee looked into the tub and saw a bath had been drawn with bubbles.

"These are for your hair and of course soap. Do you need any help, or can you manage?", Whumper pulled out a towel and wash cloth from a closet, "you can take as much time as you like."

"I can do it Master", Whumpee happily looked at Whumper, "thankyou so much for allowing me to clean up."

"You're welcome. I'll allow you to have a spa day once in a while as a treat that you must earn for good behavior. The better you are, the more I will add for you to enjoy", Whumper frowned, "I will help with your teeth and nails as I normally do, the rest you can do for yourself. I will continue taking care of your hair as well."

Whumpee nodded, "I could hug you right now, this means so much."

"I'd rather you didn't", Whumper frowned, "I'll be in the living room. Come find me when you're all done."

With that, the door was closed and Whumpee was alone.

They reached their arm into the water. It felt so warm, it sent goosebumps down their body.

They climbed into the tub and just sat in the water for a while. The bubbles sizzled on their skin.

A few more minutes passed, and they started to clean themself. They scrubbed every body part they could reach.

"This feels so good", Whumpee sighed in relief.

When the water started to cool, they unplugged the tub and watched the water level go down. They frowned at how much dirt and grime had come off.

Whumpee turned on the shower head and started to clean their hair.

When satisfied they lathered up their body one last time, and did their final rinse.

Whumpee dried themself with the towel, then wrapped the towel around their soaked hair.

They fiddled with their collar for a while. The thing was soaked, but Whumper didn't remove it, and they had no right to remove it on their own.

"Master didn't leave a brush for me", Whumpee looked around, "they did say they wanted to continue taking care of my hair."

Whumpee opened the bathroom door and got down to crawl.

Whumper smiled as Whumpee rounded the corner.

"Feeling better?", Whumper sat up.

"Y-yes master", Whumpee crawled to Whumper's legs and happily nudged their head against Whumper, "thankyou so much."

"Good, go ahead and sit down", Whumper pointed then reached for the brush, "I'll brush out your hair."

Whumper unwrapped the towel from Whumpee's hair and watched it fall to Whumpee's shoulders.

"I will admit you do smell better", Whumper started to run the brush through the damp hair, "I suppose that's nice."

"Did your pet have a good idea Master?" Whumpee looked up at Whumper, "I hope I did."

"Yes I suppose you were due for a wash", Whumper untangled some of the hair, "did you enjoy the bubbles?"

"Yes Master, they felt good", Whumpee looked up at Whumper again, "it all felt good."

"That's good", Whumper continued to brush until they were satisfied, "your hair feels softer as well."

Whumper eyed the collar, "I forgot to take this off, it's wet", they reached for the clasp and removed it, "we'll let this dry for a while."

Whumpee happily nudged their head against Whumper's leg again.

"I guess you are feeling better", Whumper leaned back, "climb up here, come on. I'm sure you would love a nap after that shower. Too much for a dog to do in an afternoon."

Whumpee did as they were told and climbed up onto the furniture. They rested their head on Whumper's lap.

Whumper patted Whumpee's head for a few minutes before resting their hand on Whumpee's back.

"My silly little pet having human thoughts", Whumper chuckled, "that stupid brain of yours should only worry about pleasing me, that's all it's good for."

Whumpee gently nodded, "yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee whispered, "I will work hard and be a good pet for you Master."

"Very good", Whumper grinned, "now go to sleep."

#whump community #whumplr #whumblr #whump stuff #whump writing #whump writer #whump writting #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump #whumper #intimate whumper #pet whump #pet whumpee #whumpee #caretaking #carewhumper #oc #original story

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jordanstrophe · 6 months

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Hallow Island, 2

[part 1] [Series Masterlist] [Part 3]

CW: Back-handed slap, gagged, bound, manhandled, controlling whumper, kidnapping/imprisoned, sliiight failed escape attempt if you squint

The strap around whumpees wrists and ankles were undone and they were tugged out of their airplane seat by an arm.

Immediately whumpee tried to rip the gag out of their mouth, but whumper took it as an opportunity to get their other arm.

"Easy! Easy now. I don't want to hurt you. Calm yourself." Whumper lulled. The words sickened whumpee to the core as they got one more burst of adrenaline and managed to rip an arm loose.

"HEY!" Whumper yelled, swiping to grab them but whumpee twisted free and bolted out the plane exit just as it opened.

The second their foot was out the door, they ran face first into two guards who seemed like they were waiting right there for them. They each grabbed an arm and pinned whumpee between them, neither budging their grip.

Whumper sniffed angrily and motioned for the guards to turn them around; before striking whumpee hard against the cheek. They whimpered as the side of their face hit the guards arm by force.

"I really tried being gentle with you... Try anything like that again and you'll lose that privilege." Whumper spat, grabbing whumpees face as they flinched.

"Nod if you understand." Whumper hissed.

Whumpees eyes flickered between defiance and fear, before giving a small angry nod. There was nothing they could do between the two guards aside from giving in.

"Splendid. Take them to the hollow. I want them clean and ready for tonight. And check their cheek before they go up for auction, I don't want to see a bruise. It's bad for business." Whumper fixed their sleeve and waved them off.

Whumpee felt weightless between the two guards. If they fought they got yanked so hard their feet went off the ground. The island was surrounded by a sandy beach, their toes left skid marks from where they struggled. They tried burying their heels but all they did was get sand in their shoes.

Despite it being an island, they could see massive glass buildings in the center beyond the palm trees. Up ahead there was a cave with a built in iron wall and door. Whumpee tried to plead with the guards, but all they could do was make sad muffled noises.

The guard on their left never looked at them once. The guard on their right occasionally glanced to make sure they weren't squeezing too tight, at least not enough to leave a mark.

Someone from the inside opened the door. The halls got dark quick and soon enough, whumpee was gently laid down in a cell where they sunk to the floor on their knees. That would be their chance to run if they had the energy; it took the plane nearly a day to get wherever they were and they spent the last energy in pitiful efforts.

"Someone will be by soon to look you over. Just try and get some rest, mmkay?" The last guard spoke, looking over their shoulder. Whumpee ripped the gag out of their mouth and shouted "PLEASE HELP ME!" Before the door slammed shut.

Whumpee let loose a broken cry they had been holding in since they shoved the gag in the first place.

To be continued- [Series Masterlist]

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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year

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There's a language barier between sick, recovering Whumpee and their rescuers.

Whumpee doesn't trust anyone and fights back in their delirious state. Eventually gets attached only to one person.

Whumpee from all the strangers trusts Caretaker, because they were the one who were giving Whumpee painkillers.

Whumpee associates Caretaker with pain going away.

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caledine · 9 months

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Prompt #3

Bleeding out in the winter - staining the snow in bright scarlets and maroons

#whump scenario #whump #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #writting prompt

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comfort-questing · 2 years

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something which nobody may keep

whumptober day 3, "impaled."

inspired by one of my favs of @f-ai-n 's art ... a picture taken at precisely the moment of disaster

Ironic and cruel, Kaeya always thought, that Cryo was the cause of it; an Abyss Mage's ice blast glancing past him at precisely the wrong instant, as he'd scrambled up from a slip in the shallows of Cider Lake. Ironic, and cruel, and unexpected, in the moment when he felt his muscles lock up in frigid immobility, holding him in place as the next barrage hurtled towards him.

He saw the last of the sunset light strike golden-red through the shards of ice aimed at him and wondered, for a split second, if this was when he died. How disappointed Diluc would be, if he happened to look over just now from where he was matching blades with a handful of hilichurls further up the beach. How disappointed he would be, for that matter - he'd always hoped for something more impressive to show off to Celestia in exchange for the Vision at his belt -

He heard his name, then, a desperate shout from somewhere just outside his sight - "Kaeya, watch out!"

And then between him and the scarlet sunset, between him and the icy blades, between him and possible imminent humiliation before the eyes of the gods, his ridiculous overprotective older brother appeared, just in time and altogether wrong.

Kaeya could move again a moment later, and move he did, then - whirled out of the way and grabbed Diluc's shoulders to shove him clear as well, despite the ragged pained gasp Diluc made at the motion. And Cryo wouldn't serve him well as he charged forward, but his sword still would, and did - slashing through the last of the Abyss Mage's bubble shield and sending its body flying across the sand to land limp and motionless. The remaining hilichurls were making their retreat now, scattering to the nearby cliffs to lick their wounds.

"How was that?" he called over his shoulder to his brother by the shore line. "Enough to make you realize I'm not - "

But Diluc hadn't gotten up. He still knelt where he had been pushed, one hand to the ground, breathing hard and measured as if against pain; and beneath him, the sand and the lapping waves were turning ghastly red with blood. One deadly-sharp icicle had gone straight through him, its uneven point jutting out of his back just above his hip.

Kaeya flung himself down next to him, gathering him up as he crumpled forward. All the winds in the world seemed to be screaming in his ears, panic tightening his breath, but still he could hear Diluc's ragged breaths and feel his brother's body shuddering in his arms. The icicle was melting swiftly as the Cryo faded, and that meant every moment Diluc was bleeding out more quickly.

"Kaeya." Diluc's voice was a ragged ghost of itself, his eyes blindly blinking upwards. "Kaeya, are you - all right?"

"Of course, blast you." He wrenched the clasp of his cloak loose, pressing the slippery folds of fabric against Diluc's wound, trying to stem the blood flow. "What kind of stupid question is that? Think about yourself. Save your strength."

"Good. I - I was - so scared." Diluc smiled, weakly. "I told you - that anyone might need - backup sometimes." He coughed again, blood spattering his face and Kaeya's above him. "I'm sorry - that I wasn't more. Wasn't - what you needed, when you - "

"Stop talking." Kaeya spoke through clenched teeth. "I don't need your deathbed confession. Because you're not going to die, do you hear me?"

This time, Diluc didn't answer.

"Diluc." Kaeya felt his throat closing with terror, tongue clumsy in his mouth.

...How many times could the world fall apart and still manage to exist? But he of all people knew that death wasn't kind or polite, and the sun kept rising anyway, inconsiderately, and you had to get up and find something else to hold onto, over and over and over again...

But it wasn't time for that yet. Surely not yet.

" 'Luc, don't go. Open your eyes - "

The dusk was falling around them, the last of the sunset gone, and Diluc's blood black now in the dimness, on the ground and on his hands and his coat. He staggered upright, wet sand unsteady beneath his boots, Diluc limply motionless against him, and set off towards the city lights of Mondstat.

Kaeya didn't pray to the gods that had supposedly granted him his Vision, the ones who'd blasted his homeland in the distant past and taken both his fathers from him. He had never wanted to, or thought they would listen to him anyway, a damned and treacherous Khaen'riahn stranded under the wrong sky.

But that night he did, all through the swift winter twilight: begging for Diluc's whisper-thin rapid breaths to continue, for the makeshift bandaging of his cloak and Cryo-ice to hold sufficiently. Begging for his brother's life, because Diluc at least had always tried to do what was right, no matter how stupid it ended up being.

And later, he prayed too, in the light of the Cathedral candles, mutely and desperately with his bloody palms laid open on his knees, as Barbara's soft song echoed through his dazed ears and Jean and the doctor exchanged worried glances as they worked to piece his brother's torn body back together; and there was nothing left between him and despair save for that thin fragile hope.

He couldn't bear Jean's comforting touch on his shoulder, or the blanket Barbara tried to drape around him, or the tea Sister Grace tried to press into his hands; these were things you gave to people who were falling apart, and he wasn't, he wasn't. He didn't need to be, not yet. That would come later, if so.

...And maybe even a damned and treacherous exile could reach to Celestia, or close enough, because when daylight came Diluc was still breathing, and his cold fingers gave back some gentle pressure at Kaeya's touch.

So Kaeya laid his head down on the table next to his brother, to sleep in a world still unbroken, until they both woke.

#whumptober2022 #whumptober no. 3 #genshin impact whump #well and here I thought I had writ my lot of it already #guess this is the bonus round #crossposting to ao3 #crow writes a thing

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madeofspite-and-memes · 11 months

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I refuse

tw: kidnapping, restraints, trauma, PTSD, flashbacks, suicidal ideation, murder, gore, swearing, hurt/comfort? this got a little angsty-er than i meant it to

the hero was really fucking tired. so fucking tired.

there were a few theories roaming around about them. about why. because people had begun to notice. they noticed the sallow skin, they noticed the bags like bruises under their eyes. they noticed. so they bitched about it. what else would they do?

hero's tired of fighting villains and never defeating them.

hero is happy to save lives where they can.

hero's just tired because they always have the night shift.

hero doesn't care, hero's basically nocturnal.

hero thinks the agency is corrupt.

well, yes, but frankly their to tired to care.

hero was tired. they couldn't sleep. apparently years of unending horrors fucked up a persons mental sate or something. and apparently that meant fucking up their sleep schedule. which was really fucking annoying.

it was more annoying because the villain had taken a "liking" to hero that they didn't much appreciate. villain had declared it their mission to "fix" the hero. which they were unsurprisingly not fond of. especially now, tied to a chair, whilst villain ranted about take-out.

"...pizza? really, you don't want PIZZA! c'mon I'm hungry what food do you bloody want. who doesn't want pizza?" they demanded, resembling hero in their exhaustion.

"I'm not hungry" the hero had said it at least half a dozen times now they weren't confident that this would be the time villain listen.

"bullshit" the villain yelled, "you don't fucking eat, you don't fucking sleep. what's your fucking plan hero just stubborn your way to death?"

"doesn't sound half bad" hero shrugged. the villain screeched in frustration. this had become a routine. villain had made a habit of kidnapping hero just to yell at them about self-care or the importance of actually eating. trivial shit to be honest. hero didn't see the big deal.

what if nightmares stopped them sleeping? what if they couldn't eat without it coming back up? hero had seen awful things. and in too many domestic situations. robberies, hostage situations, gruesome homicides, mostly in peoples homes or the shops or the like. places all to ordinary. when they were a kid watching movies the big fights always happened in an underground base or on top of a mountain, somewhere far far far away from the characters home. the reality of heroism was a far more domestic setting. now everything set them of. food more than anything. its consistency was awful, somehow it always resembled something horrid, and before they knew it they were munching on the bones of a civilian they had failed to save last month, or slurping down their fallen friends blood. of course they couldn't keep it down.

the villain didn't understand. they didn't care, they just wanted hero to eat something, sleep a bit. hero didn't care because they wanted to go home and zone out at their bedroom wall.

"your eating something before you leave, ill force it down your fucking throat if i have to, your not leaving until you eat. ill kidnap you every fucking day until I'm sure you can be trusted to look after yourself i swear to god" the villain threatened, increasingly exasperated.

"why bother?"

"what"

"why. bother. somethings gonna get me. maybe your right and I'll starve to death, but what's the difference if supervillain decides to choke me out in my sleep tomorrow? or other-villain decides to torture me to death this time around? or the public turn on me. my days are numbered villain. I'm not gonna live much longer no matter what i do."

the villain stared for a second, eyes boring into the other.

"hero if you kill yourself i swear to god I'm gonna..."

"GONNA WHAT VILLAIN?" the hero roared, trembling with rage, finally losing their patience, "KILL MY FAMILY? MY FRIENDS? RANDOM CIVILIANS? YOU GONNA TORTURE ME? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO TO ME THAT HALF A DOZEN OTHERS HAVEN'T ALREADY DONE" the hero ended breathlessly. it was silent for a moment.

"this job is killing you hero, you gotta stop" the villain whispered gently, careful not to provoke the other.

"untie me" hero demanded brokenly. villain didn't move, "i won't kill myself villain please just untie me"

"you know i can't trust that"

hero huffed. staring down the villain. they didn't know how to proceed from here.

"hero, I'm handing in your resignation to the agency tomorrow" villain stated coldly, determination setting in.

hero laughed, "your not"

"hero i am going to hand in your resignation letter tomorrow. and I'm kidnapping you" there was no room for negotiation.

"already done that for gods sake" hero grumbled but they knew what the villain meant.

"hero, i am so sorry or everything those bastards put you through, i want to kill every single one of them, and i will, but i will not avenge your death"

the villain left the hero with that. and didn't come back until much, much later, covered in blood that definitely wasn't their own.

#writing #my writting #writing ideas #whump writing #hero villain writing #whump stuff #whump

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