#prompt: hostage situation

[serickswrites]

Truth

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, physical violence, bruises, truth serum, drugging, noncon drug use, video recording, hostage sitaution

"Please, don't," Whumpee begged. "Please, you don't have to do this." They shook in the restraints Whumper had used to bind them to the table. They watched Whumper with wide, terror-filled eyes, as Whumper advanced on them, syringe in hand.

Whumper back handed Whumpee hard. Whumpee whimpered with the pain. "Don't speak until I speak to you," Whumper growled. "And besides, I want to do this, Whumpee. You have what I want. And I always get what I want."

Whumpee could feel their lip swell from where Whumper had struck them. They knew their face was bruised from Whumper's rough handling of them. But still, they didn't want Whumper to inject them with whatever was in that vial. "Please," they tried once more. Surely, Whumper would be reasonable.

Whumper grinned wickedly as they stabbed Whumpee's arm with the syringe. "No," they said as they depressed the plunger.

Whumpee's veins were on fire. Every part of them was on fire. They couldn't breathe through the fire. Someone was screaming. It was them. They were screaming. Every single cell in their body was on fire.

Whumpee had no idea when the flames receded. They had no idea how much time had passed. They only knew that Whumper was speaking gently with them, stroking their hair, talking softly. They sobbed. It was all they could do. They were too weak to even turn their head towards Whumper.

"There, there, my sweet. I have one more little treat for you. Smile for the camera." Whumpee felt another needle in their arm. Felt a coolness wash over them. It was a welcome relief to the fire that had consumed them. "Now, you are going to answer all of my questions. And then we will send this video to the person who will actually give me what I want."

"Yes, Whumper," Whumpee heard their voice. But it wasn't their voice. It was dull, no inflection. And yet they felt their lips move.

"And remember, Whumpee," Whumper snickered, "the truth will set you free. So be honest."

"Yes, Whumper."

"Does Caretaker have what I want?" Whumper said from somewhere to their left. They heard Whumper take a step closer. Whumpee couldn't answer that question. They had to keep Caretaker out of this.

"Yes," Whumpee said against their will. They tried to turn their head, but couldn't. They were to weak. Whatever Whumper had given them, it hadn't given them energy. It just made them speak, though they didn't want to.

"Will Caretaker give it up for you?" Whumper said as they leaned over Whumpee, phone in hand.

Whumpee didn't want to answer. They couldn't answer. Because then everything Caretaker had worked for would be undone. "Yes." Whumpee closed their eyes against the tears. Though they hadn't wanted to speak. They had to. Whumper made them. Hopefully Caretaker would forgive them. If they lived long enough for Caretaker to find them.

Whumper climbed onto the table with them, pinched their cheek. "You hear that, Caretaker?" Whumper said as they flipped the camera so that both they and Whumpee were in the frame. "You'll give me what I want for Whumpee. So come get your Whumpee. Or you'll be picking up the pieces from here to kingdom come."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut once more. They had failed Caretaker. Failed and let themself become a hostage. Caretaker had to leave them. Caretaker couldn't come get them. It would be all for nought. "You have two days to collect what I desire and get here, Caretaker. Or Whumpee will face the consequences. Won't you, Whumpee?"

Whumpee nodded as tears flowed down their cheeks. "Yes, Whumper." They told the truth. However, this truth did not set them free.

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[hummingbird-of-light]

Sixteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: The Price For His Help

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Khan Noonien Singh | John Harrison, Alexander Marcus

Relationship(s): Montgomery "Scotty" Scott/Khan Noonien Singh

Rating: T

Words: 1,511

Prompt: Hostage Situation

Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, Death Threats, Fairy Tale Elements (Inspired by Rumpelstiltskin)

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ The Price For His Help ~

Once upon a time, there was a daring young captain who bragged in every bar and on every planet about how great his crew was. No matter how much he appreciated each member, he especially liked to brag about his chief engineer. He talked about all the miracles that the Scotsman Montgomery Scott had already achieved and made big claims about what the man was still capable of.

It so happened that an important man heard about it. His name was Admiral Marcus. And he decided that he wanted the unique engineer's abilities for himself alone.

So he kidnapped Montgomery Scott and locked him up in one of the many cells aboard his ship.

"Your captain says you can do anything. That's why I'm giving you one night to understand these ancient blueprints and translate them so that my people can build a weapon from them."

The order was clear. And yet the prisoner didn't understand a word that was written on the ancient scrolls.

"But I cannae do this," he complained desperately, yet still, it made no difference.

"If you haven't translated it by tomorrow morning, you will remain my hostage forever."

With these words, the admiral left the cell and Montgomery Scott - whom most people called Scotty - was left alone.

He tussled his hair in despair and swallowed hard, staring at the piece of paper. He had no idea what it said; he wasn't Uhura! And the drawings were not clearly recognizable either! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of it.

So he cursed and swore, with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to be trapped forever! This couldn't happen!

He was just about to give up hope completely when a noise caught his attention. The Scotsman quickly wheeled around and couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

A man! A man who just stepped out of the wall and looked around the cell. His hair was as black as ebony, his skin pale and when the ice-blue eyes finally came to rest on Scotty, the engineer shuddered.

"What the-"

The eerie stranger slowly stepped over to him and placed a finger on Scotty's lips to make him go silent.

"Tell me, why are you so sad? What could be the reason for your cursing that can be heard for miles?"

Scotty fell silent for a moment, just looking into the beautiful eyes of his counterpart. Then he turned his head to the side and sighed.

"The admiral has captured me. He wants me to translate those plans there so that he can build a weapon from them. But I don't understand the notes! And if I don't make it by tomorrow morning, he'll lock me up for good!"

The black-haired man slowly stepped up to the table and examined the documents on it. A smile crossed his lips and he chuckled.

"Oh, but that's quite simple."

These words filled Scotty with anger. Was the man trying to say that he was an idiot? He was the best engineer in the entire fleet! He had saved worlds!

"Oh really? Well, how do ye read it then, ye wise guy?"

His counterpart just laughed before their eyes met again.

"Well, I want to help you. I'll translate these plans by dawn, but there's a price to pay, of course."

Scotty's eyes widened and he blinked in surprise. The strange man would help him?

"But... I have nothing to pay ye," he finally said and his counterpart's gaze fell on the insignia the Scotsman wore on his chest.

"Give me that and your debt is paid."

Scotty hesitated for a moment, but then decided that his freedom was more important than a piece of metal. He carefully detached it from his uniform and handed it to the black-haired man, who immediately got to work and then, once he was done, disappeared through the wall again.

The next morning, the admiral was astonished when Scotty handed him the finished plans.

"Fantastic! Perfect!"

Scotty straightened his back and stared sullenly at Marcus.

"Well, I've done the work. I'll be going now, then."

The Scotsman was about to leave, but several phasers were quickly pointed at him and he stopped.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Mr. Scott. There are more plans. This time it's about a shuttle. You will translate and record the plans. If you don't make it, you'll die."

Scotty's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"No! Ye cannae do that!"

But Marcus just grinned.

"I can. And I will. You have time until dawn."

And so it was that the Scotsman sat on the floor of the cell again, cursing and swearing. He didn't want to die! But he couldn't translate the plans either!

If only the mysterious man would reappear.

The engineer was lucky. It wasn't long before the black-haired man was standing in the room again. He looked down at the Scotsman with pity.

"What's the matter? Why are you so sad?"

Scotty quickly got to his feet and grabbed the stranger by his dark cloak.

"Please help me. The admiral wants me to translate another document, but I cannae do it! And if I cannae get it done by dawn, he'll kill me!"

The strange man gently placed a hand on the Scotsman's shoulder and he smiled.

"Just take it easy. I will help you. But... my help comes at a price."

Now the engineer was really desperate. Why couldn't the man just help him for free?

"But I have nothing!"

It didn't take long for his counterpart's gaze to fall on the ring Scotty was wearing on his right hand. The Scotsman shook his head.

"That... I cannae do that. That ring is my father's heirloom," he protested and the stranger sighed and moved away from him.

"Well... then I guess you'll have to die."

Shocked, Scotty watched as the black-haired man walked to the wall and was about to disappear into it.

"Stop! Wait!"

The stranger paused and looked over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised.

Carefully and with a heavy heart, Scotty removed the ring from his finger and handed it to his counterpart.

"Take it. But please... help me."

Once again, the stranger set to work and it wasn't long before the plans were ready.

The admiral was impressed again, but when Scotty tried to leave, he was once again denied.

"You can't leave yet, Mr. Scott. I have more plans that need to be translated. This time it's about the blueprints for a ship. If you don't make it, not only will you die, but your captain and crew will die too."

It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair!

Scotty knew that Marcus would never let him go. But he couldn't and wouldn't put his crew at risk.

Late that night, he sat there again, cursing and crying. There was no escape. He would remain this admiral's prisoner forever.

And again the stranger appeared and again Scotty lamented his situation to him.

The black-haired man sat down next to him and only a moment later his hand was on the Scotsman's cheek.

"I want to help you."

Scotty swallowed hard and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"But I have nothing to give ye. Ye already have all my valuable possessions."

However, the stranger only smiled and wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"There's one more thing you can give to me," he said, leaning forward so he could whisper in Scotty's ear. "You. Say you'll be mine forever and I'll help you."

The engineer felt himself blush and he swallowed hard. He... should sell himself? He should give himself up to save his life and that of the crew? He didn't even really know the stranger yet. He didn't know what he would do to him.

And yet he nodded. Something told him that it was the right decision.

The smile on the black-haired man's lips widened and only a moment later their lips touched.

That kiss. It was simply indescribable. Scotty didn't know what hit him, but the moment their lips met and their tongues touched, he was filled with gratitude and happiness. This man would save his life. He was a hero.

When the admiral saw the finished plans the next morning, he grinned with satisfaction.

He was just about to give Scotty more work when suddenly Starfleet men stormed the cells and took him in custody. Apparently they had found out about his illegal plans and now they were going to bring him to justice.

It wasn't long before Scotty was back on the Enterprise, surrounded by his friends and family.

And yet he knew that he wouldn't be with them for long. Because he knew that his savior was already waiting for him. And if he came to get him, then Scotty would go with him. That was the price for his rescue. A life at the side of the man whose name he didn't know... and yet whom he loved.

The man came and they lived happily ever after. 

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: hostage situation #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #montgomery scott #khan noonien singh #alexander marcus #khotty #fairy tale au #rumpelstiltskin #kidnapping #swearing #death threats

[blogger360ncislarules]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Nick Torres, Jessica Knight, Alden Parker Additional Tags: Bad Things Happen Bingo, Hostage Situations, Drama, One Shot Summary:

'Okay Nick, when you get your chance, take it! But, don't do anything rash.'

@badthingshappenbingo

#badthingshappenbingo #prompt: hostage situation #ncis #my work #ncis drabble

[reds-whump-prompts]

Underrated Hostage Tropes

1) The “You’ll do” hostage Whumper has come to target one of Caretaker’s loved ones, but finds Whumpee instead. “Not who I was looking for, but you’ll do.”

2) The ‘grabbed in the heat of battle’ hostage When Whumper grabs Whumpee and holds them at weapon-point, a furious battle slams to a halt.

3) The unaware hostage Whumpee trying desperately to act normal and not give the game away, knowing that Whumper can hurt an unsuspecting Caretaker any time they choose.

4) The ‘maybe I don’t hate you’ hostage Whumpee and Caretaker have been at each other’s throats from the second they met, only for Caretaker to be unexpectedly panicked when Whumpee is threatened.

5) The self-sacrificial hostage Whumpee holds themself hostage, knowing they have information that Whumper can’t afford to lose. 

#hostage #held hostage #hostage situations #whump #whump prompts #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump tropes #Held at knifepoint #held at gunpoint

[elisabethrosewrites]

"How much do you care for your Whumpee?" Whumper asked Caretaker in a nonchalant tone.

Caretaker glares viciously at him. "They don't mean anything to me." They tell the boldfaced lie with as much confidence as they can muster.

"Is that so?" Whumper asks, amused this time. "So if for example, I had Whumpee bound and gagged in the back of my car, that would mean nothing to you?"

"Nothing at all," Caretaker replies, the lie hurt but they had to protect Whumpee.

Whumper fixed Caretaker with a calculating stare. "Well then, I suppose I won't be needing them anymore." He lifted his phone to his ear. "Hear that Henchman? You can dispose of the brat now."

Ice rushed into Caretaker's lungs. All their bravado slipping away. "No!" They shouted.

"I thought they meant nothing to you?"

#whump #whump inspiration #whump prompt #protective caretaker #manipulative whumper #hostage situation

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 17: Hostage Situation ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Kidnapping, blood, bondage, neglectful team, ransom, whumper turned caretaker

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"You might as well just let me go. They're not coming."

Whumper continues shuffling cards, not looking at Whumpee. "You keep saying that. How can you be so sure?"

"Your asking price is too high."

"Please. Don't try to tell me that your little team is broke. I know that's not true."

"They're not broke. But they won't pay all that just for me. They won't even pay half of that. You're wasting your time. And your chains." Whumpee looks down at their own body, at the way they're bound by miles of chains to the point where they can't move an inch. "Seriously, is all this really necessary?"

"I don't know what you're capable of, and I would rather not find out."

"Hm. Fair enough. Would you believe me if I promised that I'm harmless?"

"No."

"Worth a shot."

They go quiet for a while, the only sounds being Whumper's cards shuffling against the table and the steady drip of blood hitting the floor from Whumpee's injuries. An hour passes before Whumper speaks again.

"You really think they won't pay up?"

"Not for me. Maybe if you'd taken Leader..."

Whumper scoffs. "If I was powerful enough to capture Leader I wouldn't need to be taking hostages for cash in the first place."

"Yeah."

Whumpee's voice is getting softer and more slurred by the second. Whumper had noticed the change happening, but that last word was just pitiful. Whumper stands, going over to check on their hostage. They'd gone pale and the puddle of blood under their chair had grown significantly.

"You're not doing too hot, are you?" Whumper asks, squatting in front of Whumpee.

Whumpee shakes their head.

"At this rate you'll bleed out before anyone comes to save you."

"They're not coming," Whumpee says again, their voice still weak.

Whumper realizes with a start that Whumpee is tearing up. Not in the way that they did when Whumper had roughed them up for the camera. That had just been a pain response. This is genuine emotional distress.

"You're upset."

"Of course 'm upset, asshole," Whumpee slurs, the tears falling. "The fuck do you think I am?"

"Good to see you've still got your fire. But there's no reason to be upset. You're going to be fine."

"Fuck off."

"I mean it. Let's go over your options, hm? One: Your team comes for you and pays your ransom and you get to go home. Two: Your team comes for you, kills me, and you get to go home. Three: Your team doesn't come for you, and you get to stay here with me. You're going to survive no matter what."

"You told them you'd kill me if they don't come before tommorow."

"Yes, well, I was hoping to inspire a sense of urgency. Doesn't seem to have worked. I could kill you, I guess, but I'm starting to get the impression that you may be more useful then that. If your friends abandon you here, that may put you in a position where you're willing to give me some information about them. Saves me having to torture someone for it. Besides, one of my employees just kicked it so I'm in the market for new blood."

"You want me to... work for you?"

"Again, I could kill you instead if you're not going to be useful to me. I'm still deciding."

"I'd be a waste of resources. I'm not good for anything." Whumpee starts to shiver, the chains making soft clinking sounds.

"You believe that? Is that why you think they're not coming for you?"

Whumpee nods.

Something inside Whumper cracks just a little as they stare at Whumpee - pale and trembling with silent tears leaving tracks in the blood and dirt on their face.

"Alright. Let's get you stitched up. You're not bleeding out on my watch. I really don't have the energy to dispose of a body tonight."

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[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (280)

The hero frowned at the villain. “Are you wearing a new perfume?”

The villain shrugged. “I thought I should dress up for the occasion.”

“Of starting a hostage situation in a bank?”

#villain x hero #hero x villain #my prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #tw hostage situation

[whumperofworlds]

Absolutely love it when a Whumper takes a Whumpee hostage via grabbing them and holding a gun/sword to their head/neck. The team/Caretaker. Stopping dead in their tracks. Maybe the Whumper told them to drop their weapons or else Whumpee gets it. And the team/Caretaker having no choice but to drop their weapons and do what Whumper said. Or or they told them to give the Macguffin to them. And the team/Caretaker having to give it to them.

What could you even do in a hostage situation like that? It's so good! 👀

#whump #whump prompt #hostage situation #team whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #gun mention #knife mention #knife to the throat #gun to head

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1195

CW: hostage situation, bombs.

"What do we do?!"

"We're all gonna die!"

"OUTTA THE WAY!"

The civilians started panicking, running around, and screaming. The villain's bomb was close to exploding and Hero was still nowhere in sight. At this point, even Villain themself was starting to worry; this was very out of character for their nemesis.

"Just where are you, little hero?"

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[kybercrystals94]

The Hostage (Part 1)

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 17 | Prompt 17: Hostage Situation

Rated: T | Words: 899 | Summary: Omega is taken hostage. [Character Focus: Omega, Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker]

“Wait here, Omega,” Hunter says, catching Omega’s shoulder as she starts to follow her brothers through the doorway. Omega opens her mouth to protest, but Hunter shakes his head. “This isn’t up for debate. You’re staying out here.”

Omega pouts, crossing her arms. “This isn’t fair, Hunter!”

“I didn’t say it was, but it is safer this way. You’re on lookout.”

Lookout. Another way of saying left out. But Omega knows that arguing the point won’t change Hunter’s mind. Instead, she marches over to the wall and falls back against it, adding a hefty sigh for good measure.

Hunter gives her an unimpressed look. “You done?” he asks wryly.

Omega looks away and shrugs.

“We’ll be out soon. Don’t leave that spot. Got it?”

Silence.

“Omega.”

“Yes, sir,” Omega bites out.

“Good. Comm if you need us.”

Omega waits until Hunter is safely through the doorway before she rolls her eyes. She’s been with the Batch for months, has been involved in much more dangerous missions, and has even single-handedly gotten her brothers out of scrapes that they got themselves into. And yet, Hunter doesn’t trust that she can handle herself during a simple negotiation. It’s stupid. She’s not a tubie. In fact, she remembers when her brothers were in their tubes, when they were literally helpless.

She is so busy fuming over the absurdity of it all that she doesn’t notice the cloaked man until he is standing only a few meters away.

“You all by yourself, kid?” he asks her, voice low.

Omega scrambles to stand up straight. “No,” she replies, scowling up at the stranger, channeling all the heat over her situation into her tone. “My brothers are here.”

“They inside?”

“What’s it to you?” Omega shoots back.

The man smiles a wretched, rotting smile. He takes a step forward. Omega takes a step back, but she’s already against the wall. She reaches up to grab her bow, but bare, dirty fingers latch around her wrist, yanking her forward with shocking ferocity. She opens her mouth to scream, but another hand claps over the whole bottom half of her face, blocking her mouth and nose. Panicked, Omega realizes she can’t even breathe. She thrashes in her captor’s arms, kicking her legs wildly.

“Hold still,” the stranger growls, an unspoken threat in his inflection; however, Omega knows better than to listen. She struggles with all her strength, the bow on her back giving her some distance from the stranger’s chest, some room to twist and writhe in his grasp.

The hand on her wrist releases, and she uses both her hands to pull at the hand blocking her airways. Black splotches dance across her vision, her lungs scream for air. She tries to dig her teeth into the stranger’s palm; however, his hand is so big, it cups under her chin, holding her jaw shut.

Lack of oxygen weakens her movements. Omega’s eyes dart along the empty alley, searching for help, someone who might see something, might step in. But it is as barren as when they arrived, except for the stranger that suddenly appeared.

Her only hope is that her brothers come out…

The world around her is bled of color, turning a dull gray as her vision fades. Her last thought is that maybe Hunter was right.

Omega can’t handle herself after all.

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The negotiation goes almost as poorly as the Batch had anticipated: hands hovering restlessly over holstered blasters, veiled and outright threats, unfair offers of payment followed by more threats. Hunter is glad he made Omega wait outside.

“That could have gone better,” Echo mutters irritably as they make their way up the narrow steps to the door.

“Could have gone much worse,” Tech quips, not even glancing up from the mission parameters that have been sent to his data pad.

“Least we’re getting paid,” Wrecker crows from the back of the group, “I get to tell ‘Mega what happened.”

“Nothing happened, thank the force,” Hunter says, pausing at the top of the steps to let the door slide open. He blinks rapidly against the stark daylight before turning to the spot he left Omega in her agitated mood.

She’s gone.

“Omega?” he calls out, glancing around the alley, sure that her curiosity had enticed her to wander.

Wrecker turns in a circle. “Where’d she go? Omega!”

Tech taps several commands on his data pad. “Her comm’s beacon shows that she’s just around the corner.”

“Of course she is,” Hunter grumbles.

Tech leads the group down the alleyway and into the busier main street, weaving them through the vendor stalls. Hunter’s eyes search for the familiar face of his sister, an uneasy feeling taking root. She isn’t here.

Tech stops at a vendor selling a myriad of electronics. “Her comm says she should be here,” he says, his matter of fact tone stilted by an edge of concern.

“Excuse me,” Echo says to the Rodian behind the booth, “have you seen a girl around here? About this tall? Blond?”

The Rodian eyes the group warily. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Why would there be trouble?” Hunter asks, trying to keep his tone level. “We’re just looking for our sister.”

“He said to give you this,” the Rodian says, “That he’d be in touch. I had nothing to do with it, I swear.” He brings an energy bow and communicator from under the counter.

TBC

***I started this prompt knowing that I would probably have to finish it after Febuwhump! There is a small possibility one of the prompts later in the month will work to continue this fic; however, to be on the safe side, I’ll just say stay tuned for March when I can focus sole attention on the remainder of this fic ^_^’

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[serickswrites]

All Fired Up

Warnings: hostage situation, burns, cruel whumper, self sacrifice

Villain looked on in horror as they realized they had fallen for Hero’s trap. They had been so focused on putting fires out, on saving buildings in City that they didn’t notice Sidekick didn’t follow them after the first warehouse fire. That Sidekick hadn’t been by their side the entire time. 

Because Hero had grabbed Sidekick. Grabbed Sidekick to lure Villain into a trap. 

And Villain had not choice but to fall for it. They couldn’t leave Sidekick in the hands of Hero. Not when Hero was so cruel and violent. 

“What do you want, Hero?” Villain asked, their voice steady and even. Their voice didn’t betray the terror in their heart. 

Hero wrapped their arm tighter around Sidekick’s chest. Their free hand held a freely dancing flame. “What I always want. Are you going to give it to me?”

Villain didn’t respond. 

“Guess your friend doesn’t care very much for you,” Hero said as they brought the flame closer to Sidekick’s arm. Sidekick screamed as the flame touched their flesh. 

“Stop!” Villain couldn’t let Sidekick be tortured to death. Couldn’t watch them in pain. 

“Will you give me what I want?” Hero didn’t look up, but they had moved their hand back far enough that Sidekick’s skin no longer blistered. 

Villain swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

Hero did look up at those words. They cocked their head. “Really? After everything you’ve fought for, you would give it all up now?”

Villain looked into Sidekick’s eyes, resolve now filing them. “Yes.”

“VILLAIN DON’T!” Sidekick shouted, but Hero clamped their hand over Sidekick’s mouth. 

“Not now, brat, Mommy and Daddy are talking.” Hero shoved Sidekick away, but encircled them with a ring of flames. 

A ring of flames appeared around Villain as Hero stalked towards them. Villain made no effort to run or put out the flames. “Truly? You’ll give me what I want.”

Villain nodded. “Yes.”

Hero grinned wickedly as the flames let them pass through to Villain unharmed. Hero grabbed Villain’s throat. “Oh we’re going to have fun, you and I.” And the flames closed in. 

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw hostage situation #tw burns #tw self sacrifice #cruel whumper #hero #villain #sidekick #hero x villain #hero x sidekick #villain x sidekick #hero x villain community #whumpuary 2023 #day 15 #prompt: hostage #prompt: burns #queue

[whumplovers-collaborate]

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #Hostage situation #WLC #WLC star

[reds-whump-prompts]

#whump #whump prompt #whump poll #hostage #hostage situations #whumpee #whump community #whumpblr #whump ideas

[1-sleep-deprived-writer]

TW: violence, possible abuse, hostage situations.

“One more word out of you and. I’ll throw you out the fucking window.”

Whumpee turned to the side, spitting blood before looking back up to meet Whumper’s gaze. “Please do, I’d love to to feel the glass rupturing my artery and watch the cops outside take you away.”

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[hummingbird-of-light]

Round 2: Sixteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: Never Mess With A Nurse

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Leah McCoy, OCs

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy

Rating: T

Words: 752

Prompt: Knife to the Throat

Warnings: Violence, Hostage Situation, Major Character Injury, Swearing

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ Never Mess With A Nurse ~

"I'm going to say this once in a friendly way, you understand that? Let him go."

Robert "Robbie" Scott tried his best not to swallow too hardly. After all, the blade of a sharp knife was pressed quite tightly against his throat.

He definitely hadn't planned for their date to end up like that. It had been supposed to be a nice and quiet evening at a restaurant for him and Leah after a stressful week.

Who could have known that a group of criminals was planning to rob said restaurant on that very evening? And who could've known that they were storming the building right when Leah and Robbie were about to leave?

"Aww, think you can play the hero, honey? Let me get this straight, if you don't want your lover's blood decorating this room, you better sit back down in a chair," the leader of the perpetrators mocked the nurse and nodded towards an empty seat.

If looks had been able to kill, the criminals would have dropped dead that very second. Unfortunately though they weren't and so Leah had to follow the man's order. Reluctantly she stepped over to the chair and sat down.

Robbie furrowed his brows the slightest bit, watching his girlfriend insecurely. There was a dangerous look in Leah's eyes and he didn't know if he liked it.

She seemed to have a plan, he just couldn't tell what it was.

Unfortunately though, the Scotsman didn't have much time to think for the man behind him suddenly started to move forward.

There were four members of the gang. Two were staying close to the front and back doors, making sure that no one tried to escape. Another member was standing next to the counter, ordering one of the employees to unlock the money PADD. It was a PADD on which all payments of the day were collected. With a special device the criminals would steal everything that had been earned that evening.

All of the perpetrators carried phasers with them to hold the scared customers and staff members at gunpoint. As if one hostage wasn't enough...

"Hurry up! We better get away from this place before the cops catch up with us," the man behind Robbie said in a harsh voice. Apparently he was the leader and obviously those guys had already robbed other restaurants that night if the cops were after them.

Maybe willingly, maybe accidentally, the man pressed the knife tighter against Robbie's throat and the Scotsman made a noise, squeezing his eyes shut in pain as the blade started to cut through his skin.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

The criminal moved closer to his face and from the corner of his eyes, Robbie saw a grin on the man's lips. A cold chuckle followed the words as the guy leaned back again.

"Alright, you asked for it, bastard."

Robbie's eyes widened in shock when he heard Leah's voice coming from behind them. The man holding him slowly turned around, still grinning.

"And what do you think —"

He didn't even get to finish the sentence for suddenly a small dart flew at him, hitting him right in the cheek, right beneath his eye. The guy gave a startled cry, even dropping his knife in surprise as he staggered backwards.

His fellow companions instantly turned their attention to what was going on, however, neither of them was fast enough to stop Leah from shooting darts at them too.

It didn't take too long until all the criminals dropped to the floor, still awake, but apparently unable to move.

A smile was on Leah's face as she stepped closer to Robbie who could only stare wide-eyedly at the man who had hurt him. The leader was lying on the ground, his eyes focused on Leah as she was smiling down at him.

"Never mess with a nurse who creates her own little weapons for self-defense."

She held up what looked like a smaller version of a phaser, then knelt down next to the criminal.

"And never touch her boyfriend."

Robbie only blinked in confusion and surprise. Flabbergasted, he raised his finger to say something when Leah got up again, but she only smiled at him.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, they are fine. The poison paralyzes their muscles, but it doesn't hurt. They just won't be able to move until police arrives."

Robbie dropped his finger and sighed, shaking his head. Leah was just incorrigible.

"Now let me take a look at the cut..."

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[whumperofworlds]

During the midst of battle, Whumper takes Whumpee hostage. The team fighting Whumper's henchmen froze suddenly, and Whumper grinned.

"Drop your weapons, and I'll spare Whumpee."

Whumpee struggles against Whumper's grip, shaking their head. "Don't! Run while you still can!"

Regardless, the team drop their weapons, and the henchmen binds the team and captures them.

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