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I Don't Remember

Hi, it's been 3 years since I've posted lol.

Warnings: head injury, dying mention, loss of consciousness, abandoned, drugged, feeding tube, hospital setting, memory issues

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Sometimes, the villain wondered if he was really the villain of this story. Or was that a made-up concept to protect the real villains.

How could he be the villain when he were the victim?

Villain gasped as he lay across the bench in the park, fingers grabbing onto nothing. His head throbbed, and his vision went in and out of focus as he watched the stars in the sky.

Why did it have to be so beautiful? For such an ugly world, why did it have to be so beautiful?

Tears streamed down Villain's face. Why did he have to be so alone and so cold? Why couldn't he have someone to go to?

Blood trickled down Villain's face, from the gash in his forehead and from his broken nose. He struggled to breathe. Every breath made him dizzy.

He hurt so much, but he couldn't tell if it was from his body or his heart.

He knew that Hero had someone to go to after he beat Villain into a senseless pulp about thirty minutes ago. He knew that he would've been caressed and taken care of.

More tears trickled down Villain's face, but he wasn't as aware of them. He was slowly losing consciousness as the world swirled and numbed around him. Maybe it was from blood loss, maybe from a concussion, or maybe just pure exhaustion.

Prior to being beaten up, Villain hadn't slept for about 24 hours trying to escape Hero's pursuit. He ran, desperately trying to evade capture. Maybe capture would've been better than this. Maybe in capture, he would've been warm...

Villain felt himself being pulled under. Maybe he would die. Maybe he would never wake up again.

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Villain struggled to open his eyes.

Bright lights blinded him.

He felt no other sensation.

Blackness took over again.

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"... restrain him."

"We need law enforcement to do that."

"We can justifiably sedate him, right?"

Villain was hardly aware of what was going on, but he was moving. Moving. Villain struggled to grasp the concept. What was going on? Where was he?

He couldn't move and everything hurt. Bad.

Villain let out a small sob and the voices stopped.

"He's awake."

"We are 4 minutes away from the hospital, and he's extremely out of it. Let's just wait until then and let law enforcement deal with it."

Law enforcement? Like heros? Villain thrashed and started to panic.

"Don't!" He screamed. Hands grabbed his.

"Shh, shh. Don't hurt yourself."

Villain stopped, immediately exhausted. He opened his eyes and made out an unrecognizable face.

"Do you know where you are, Villain?" The person asked. Male. Big. Strong.

"No," Villain responded.

"You are in an ambulance. You're getting help."

"Okay," Villain whispered and fell limply against the surface he was on. He was confused but accepted it.

About 30 seconds later, he was out again.

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The next time Villain woke, he knew instantly that something was wrong but he couldn't fathom it.

He felt suspended in the air. His arms were restrained above his head, and his ankles were tied to the sides of a bed. He felt no pain.

He glanced around, recognizing a hospital. His eyes drifted to his body. His ribs were wrapped in bandages, and his lower leg had a cast on it.

Broken?

Villain didn't know. He didn't remember what happened or how he got there.

His eyes flicked to his suspended arms. An IV stuck in his right elbow.

"Drugs?" Villain whispered, his tongue thick and barely movable.

"Hey."

Villain jumped and glanced to his other side. A nurse stood there, shaking.

Villain didn't reply.

"I have some food."

Villain glanced down at the plate she was holding. Mashed potatoes and a green substance.

"I'm going to feed you."

"Oh," Villain murmured.

"Then I'm going to give you your next dose."

"Of?" Villain weakly asked.

"I-I have been ordered to keep you moderately sedated and on pain killers," the nurse replied and spooned Villain a bite. Villain took it, but he felt too weak and woozy to swallow.

"You need to swallow."

Villain tried, but couldn't and started to cough. The nurse hesitantly rubbed Villain's throat and he eventually swallowed.

"I'll be back," she said and ran out of the room.

Villain was exhausted, barely awake at this point. The room morphed and spun. After what seemed like ages, the nurse came back with a man.

"He can't swallow?" The man asked.

"He's very, very weak and probably too drugged up to swallow," the nurse replied

"We can insert a feeding tube, but I don't want him awake for that. He hasn't eaten in two days. He needs nutrients. Or we can give him liquid nutrients. I'm going to consult my colleagues."

"Okay, what should I do now?" The nurse asked.

"Give him his painkillers and sedatives. He's too awake right now if we aren't going to feed him."

The nurse nodded and started to prep the sedative. Villain didn't feel awake. He was barely keeping his eyes open.

What even happened?

Before he knew it, Villain's thoughts left his head, and unconscious took hold.

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"... still unconscious..."

"He's waking..."

"...be out of it... back later."

Voices filtered through Villain's extremely drugged mind. He slowly peeled his eyes open and immediately felt like him was falling...

He jerked.

He was entrapped. He felt his ankles tied aggressively to the bed, and his arms were suspended in the air. He looked across his body. His ribs were bandaged and his leg was in a cast.

"Hey."

Villain's eyes felt thick as they shifted to his side. It was a girl, a nurse.

"Are you with me?" She asked.

Villain just stared at her, trying to absorbed her features.

"You've been asleep for a while. How do you feel?"

Villain couldn't bring himself to reply. He didn't even know what he would've said.

"Good or bad?" The nurse pressed.

"Bad," Villain forced himself to rasp. He felt his eyes drooping again. Soon, he'd pass out again, and he knew it.

"How many days has he been like this?" Another spoke spoke, oddly recognizable, but Villain felt as if he was imagining that detail. He was really high on drugs anyways.

"About five," the nurse replied as Villain drifted into unconsciousness once more.

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The next time Villain was awake, he felt more with it, but he didn't remember what he was comparing it to.

"Oh my gosh Villain!"

Villain looked at the man running into the room.

Hero.

"Oh my. Who did this Villain?"

Villain stared at him for a while before saying,

"I don't remember."

#villain whumpee #drugged villain #hero whumper #hospital setting #injured villain

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I have an idea.... an injured and sick villain escaping a hospital trying to help him.

I love seeing when your asks pop up. You’ve always been a comfort blog for me and I’ve always adored your writing.

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Medical Care

Villain writhed in their bonds, the two cuffs that restrained the criminal to their hospital bed. There were too many people, too many noises, too many lights. Too much of everything and it sent Villain spiralling in a crazed panic.

There were voices, some recognizable, others not. It didn’t really matter, in the end Villain was too overwhelmed to care about what they had to say. They had to get out. That was their only goal.

“Villain, you have to calm down.” Hero pleaded urgently, trying to pin some of their enemy’s flailing limbs as the nearest nurse grabbed a sedation drug and prepped it.

Hero stared down at the weakened cuffs holding back Villains arms as they screamed, it was hysterical, but expected. They had just been recovered from the rubble of a building and there was definitely head trauma and PTSD involved. Nonetheless, if Villain didn’t let up on those cuffs they would-

Snap-

…yup. As soon as the cuffs broke off, Villain had managed to maneuver themselves from Hero’s grasp and make a b-line for the door.

First they pushed through a couple of unsuspecting nurses, two screams emerged from their throats as one of the most feared criminals of the city came charging through the door in front of them. Then it was past a security guard who tried to tackle them, narrowly missing as Villain dodged and bolted down the hallway.

Not even quite sure what was going on or how it was happening as they passed multiple floor workers, doctors, nurses and authority figures. All Villain knew was that something was wrong and being in the hospital wasn’t helping that.

Hero charged through the crowd after their escapee. Following the trail of blood and angry medical staff was not difficult, and soon they were face to face with a cornered and dangerous nemesis.

“Villain…”

“Shut up.”

Hero sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy. They were scared, bleeding and backed up. That was a recipe for disaster. “Villain, listen to me. If we don’t get you back in that room, on that bed you are going to die.” Hero kept their voice as stable as possible. They knew a whole crowd was about to arrive and that would only send Villain further into a frenzy.

Villain simply stared, eyes unblinking and bloodshot, heavy bags hanging under them as they sat, glossed over.

“Please. I want to help you.” Hero tried, desperately as they heard the approaching commotion behind them. They wouldn’t be able to hold anyone off if they made an attack against Villain.

There was stretching silence between the pair, Hero’s worried look and Villains blank stare. Until finally, the latter gave in. Shrugging slightly as they snapped the word “Fine.” Before instantaneously passing out.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #drabbles #medical equipment #hospital #hospital setting #whump #villain whumpee #hysteria #villain whump #villains and heroes #hero caretaker #wow this was amazing #thank you for answering my ask

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Ooo

From the Ashes - 2

Warnings: Fever, infection, delirium, graphic injuries,

@befuddled-calico-whump and @whumpwillow (Hope it was okay to tag you)

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I like the same as you too. But let me add...

Concussion/head trauma

Drugging/sedating

Broken legs and ribs

Beaten up in the street

And I've been thinking about writing something where a whumpees legs get ran over by a train.

Tagging, no pressure: @shydragonrider @epiclamer

I dare you to write your favourite oddly specific whump tropes

These are mine:

Hidden injury

A stubborn whumpee and a caretaker who's angry at them for constantly risking their life

Exhausted due to excessive use of magic (and fainting afterward)

Trying to get up, then being immediately hit by dizziness and collapsing

Limping or staggering (this ain't even a trope but I'm obsessed with how whumpees are depicted as so vulnerable when they can barely keep themselves upright)

Tag a friend or five so they can add theirs!

Some accounts I absolutely adore and would love to hear from (hope you don't mind):

@teheranb @the-baby-storyteller @silverthedreamergirl @secretlysheikah @s1utspeare @itsleighlove @misselko

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Him. And horses.

@shydragonrider @the-sky-writes

Respond to this ask with what's currently on your mind right now, and then tag 5 ppl to see what they're thinking of too

I’m thinking of sad Thai commercials right now?

@cascadingfloralwaterfall @theboxfort @soapycocacola @saintsugoi @kirstenonic05

What about you guys?

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

*hands you a tiny ball of serotonin* <3

Aw thanks

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FOUND YOU!!

I lost your blog, and I looked for it over and over, now I found it!! (thank you for not changing the profile picture)

😂 well I'm glad you found me again!

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For when you are taking requests again...

What about an injured Supervillian lashing out and trying to attack Hero, because he hates being so hurt and scared. Hero was already afraid of Supervillian, so she runs, fearing for her life.

Then Supervillian gets caught in the rain, and ends up semi-delirious from a fever. Hero later comes back, and finds him collapsed under a tree. This time, when she approaches, he begs her to help him?

Thank you!

Under the Maple

Warnings: fear, broken bones, fever, injury

*not edited*

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"Get away!" The supervillain shrieked, clawing away from the approaching Hero. His face was a mess of tears, dirt, and blood as rain washed over it in a downpour. He raised his hands in defense, backing up until his heels tapped against the iron train tracks. His breathing unsteady, he tried to punch her.

Hero whimpered, fear coursing through her veins like alcohol. She gulped, her consciousness playing tug of war with instinct. Supervillain was a dangerous man, explosive and ruthless. Now, injured and fearful, he was as feral as a wild mustang.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Hero tried to reason, stepping deeper into the supervillain's personal bubble. He narrowed his already hooded eyes and scooted backwards. He was almost tripping over the tracks.

"Come on Supervillain," Hero murmured, loud enough so that it only reached her ears. The supervillain stared at her, terror lining the blue irises of his eyes.

"No!" Supervillain screamed and rushed at Hero. Momentarily she winced at the further damage to his broken, bloody leg, but that thought quickly diminished as she felt the villain's hands around her neck.

"Get off!" Hero yelled, adrenaline coursing through her. She brought her muscular arms to his weak hands and wrenched them off of her. He gasped and fell backwards as Hero fled.

Some time later, Hero found herself nervously sipping on a cup of expresso in a coffee shop. Being almost ten o'clock at night, the place was nearly vacant. Behind her, the steady stream of headlights and rain mixed together on the highway. She shivered, drawing her scarf tighter around her neck.

But she still couldn't get warm. Her hands shook, as did her lips as she took another tentative sip. Gosh, she must've gotten a nasty chill.

"Hero?"

The hero looked up, heart racing. Her eyes connected with a young woman's- about her age- warm, brown eyes.

"Yes?" Hero asked, her irratic heartbeat dwindling down to rhythmic drum beat.

"I spotted Supervillain," the woman said, her voice nearly a whisper. Only then did Hero notice the lady's obvious distress.

"Where?" Hero asked, stomach churning.

"Over in the back, against a tree. The big maple," the woman replied, pressing her palms against the table.

Here? How the heck did he get all the way over here with a broken leg? Hero wondered, pushing herself away from the table and standing up. She took one last gulp from the scorching coffee and walked to the door.

Before she could think, her empathetic, hero complex took over and walked her and her body to the huge maple tree that shaded the quaint coffee shop during the day. Underneath, as the woman reported, was Supervillain slumped very unmoving against the tree.

Hero's feet switched gaits into a quick jog. She crouched next to the nearly unresponsive man. His eyes were lidded, hands limp to his sides. His broken leg strewed out in front of him, head dangling off his shoulder. The little light from the coffee shop showed his flushed yet pale cheeks.

"Supervillain," Hero whispered, pricking terror eating at her as she tentatively brought her hand to his cheek. His unfocused, glassy eyes fluttered open and he groaned.

"Please," he begged, soft and almost unintelligible, "help me." Then his eyelids slowly closed, muscles going completely lax.

"Dammit," Hero murmured under her breath and flipped out her phone, promptly calling an ambulance.

She sat with him, after asking the coffee shop workers to get a couple cups of water and a blanket. She tossed the blanket over his body and brought the water to his cracked, loose lips.

"Here," Hero whispered, bringing her hand around his head and guiding him to it. "Drink."

The semi-conscious supervillain obeyed, taking a tiny sip from the styrofoam cup. He whimpered an incoherent word of gratitude and leaned his entire bodyweight against Hero.

"Easy there," the newfound caretaker cautioned and held him up. He shivered and closed his eyes.

"Oookay," Hero hummed and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Suddenly, the dark night lit up in red and blue lights. A siren soon followed. The ambulance.

Supervillain stiffened beside her, followed by a chorus of protests, "No, no, no, no."

"Shh," Hero comforted and brought her hand through his drenched hair. "Quiet. They are here to help."

The Supervillain nodded, feverishly pressing against Hero. She sighed and hugged him as the paramedics ran closer. Upon seeing the sudden blanching of their faces, she knew that it was going to be a long night.

#injured supervillain #broken bones #caretaker hero #hero caretaker #fear #heros and villains #hero x supervillain #fever

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The Best Laid Plans - Part one

Assassin - Ziva

Supervillain- Kiran

Based on an ask sent to @whumpwillow,

Tagging @equestrianwritingsstuff

Warnings: Blood, injury, infection, fever, begging, knives, assassination attempt (Kind of) Delirious Whumpee. Shirtless (Non sexual), reluctant caretaker. Mentions of past deaths.

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#this is gonna be so good!

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Will you be writing again soon?

I hope so!

I'm just totally unmotivated at the moment, and I just tore my mcl and a muscle in my thigh so I can't sit somewhere and write because I feel like I always have to move it around, or it cramps.

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Mud flooded into his mouth, drowning him almost if it wasn't for the instinctual gag, the instinctual cough that forced the gunk out. He groaned, tilting his head backwards for air that seemed slow to come. Pain slashed as his chest as it begged fruitlessly for air.

He was dying.

Villain allowed his head to loll towards the side, body going slack in the swamp. He reckoned that the acrid, thick water was seeping into his wounds, saving him from bleeding out.

Bleeding out would be quicker.

Villain drooped his temple into the mud, sighing raggedly. He was exhausted from running away from the heroes for days, he was starving, dehydrated.

He was dying, but that wasn't all. No, he wanted gone.

#just a small prompt to help get myself back into writing! #villain whumpee #hero whumper #prompt #writing prompt #whump prompt

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Torn - Chapter seven

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of death of a minor, mentions of death of a family member, survivor’s guilt, grief, panic attack, breakdown, emotional whump, vomiting, tears, emotional Lady Whump.

Taglist: @whumpwillow​, @equestrianwritingsstuff​, @brutal-nemesis​, @teheranb​, @whumpilicious​, @befuddled-calico-whump​, @professional-idiocy​, @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19​

A/N: We learn about Pandora’s past. This is quite a sad chapter. (Yes. I wrote it right before going into work.)

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#whump #tw death mention #viviseciton #emotional whump #death #grief #death of a minor #panic attack #anxiety #villain whumpee #hero whumpee #loss #vomit tw #survivor's guilt #wow #this is some great stuff

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this is gonna be a really dumb question but umm what does whumper/ee mean? (ﾉ∀＼*)

Its not a dumb question at all!

Whumper is the one that inflicts pain whereas a whumpee is the one who receives it.

I hope I explained it right.

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Raisins taste like ass. That’s my only statement.

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@equestrianwritingsstuff

@flywhumper

Part 1 Part 2

The Sweetest Pt.3

Villain shivered as they were placed in the back seat of Hero’s car and covered with a blanket. Hero gave their hair a gentle roughing-up before they climbed into the front seat and started the car.

The ride back to Hero’s house was silent—with the break of an occasional whine or scream that drew itself out of Villain as their muscles spasmed without warning. By the time they had made it to Hero’s driveway, Villain was crying softly and their body was covered entirely by the thin blanket Hero gave them.

Hero gently tapped Villain on what they assumed was their shoulder from the shape of the blanket. “Villain?” Hero called softly, Villain whining in response. Guilt pained Hero once more but they moved smoothly to pick Villain up and out of the backseat and bridal-style carry them inside.

Hero shut the door with their foot as they carried Villain into their bedroom and laid them down on the plush bed. Villains fingers quickly let go of the fabric of Hero’s shirt as they began to cramp up and the muscles began their screaming once more.

Hero pushed the blanket off of Villains head to reveal a red, tear-stained face and puffy eyes. Villain was biting their lip to keep in their screams as their body began its unshakable cycle of strains for the fifth time that night.

The shocks had stopped, but to Hero the aftermath almost looked worse. Villains neck—where the collar had been—was now home of a large spiky scar that would forever mark their time in Superhero’s hands, their muscles spasmed at every other second, their movements slow and heavy, every breath seeming to pain them. And it was all Hero’s fault.

Hero carded a hand lovingly through Villains hair and lifted their head up just the tiniest bit to slide a pillow underneath. Villain buried their face in the softness right away, determined to get as much rest in as possible before another long day.

Hours later Hero had finally changed into pyjamas and was about to crawl onto the couch and pass out. They had successfully lulled Villain to sleep, the spasms becoming small enough for Villain to experience in their unconsciousness without waking and Hero could only hope Villain wouldn’t wake during the night.

That was, until a knock sounded at their front door.

#thanks so much for tagging me! #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero #villain #hero and villain #villain and hero #whump #villain whump #villain whumpee #hero caretaker #superhero #superhero whumper #drabbles

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Just found out I reached 300 followers today and I wanna say Thank you to all of you! And hope this continuation is sth you would like to read, please let me know if anyone of you want to be tagged if there’s a part three (I cannot be sure there will be tho) but if there is I would say I’ll write something from Hero’s POV. This is such an interesting story to write tho.

Also tagging @equestrianwritingsstuff @canigetanamenforbritney thank you guys for always liking and supporting me🥰

Klotski

Part 2

Part one here

Warning: (non-traditional) Hero x Villain, Villain Whumpee, fever, delirium, gunshot injury on arm, weird relationship.

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He’d fallen in love with her since the very beginning.

Six years ago, when his skin was still too pale and he was too slim, his hair remained naturally blond before he dyed it brown, he bet she’d never matched him with that haggard boy.

Yet he remembered. Every detail even the slightest ones. From her soft tone to her worried look. That was the first time he was taken care of by someone, and it felt almost overwhelming. Too good that even frightened him.

He’d been waiting for the day for so long, till he felt he gained enough power and courage to run away from the orphanage which raised him. When it came, he ran as fast as he could, covered with the bruises they gave him, all over his body, and never looked back.

But freedom was combined with complications, he was too young to be hired, too wounded to keep looking for opportunities. By the time she found him, which to be exact the third night after he escaped, he was already too weak, laying in a corner of Grand Central Terminal, so ready for his own death.

It never scared him. He didn’t have anything in the world that he felt worth treasuring anyway.

Then she showed up.

“Oh my god. Hey kid, hey! Can you hear me?”

Someone‘s shaking his shoulder, actually too hard. He felt as if his consciousness was drawn back unwillingly. But that was she, the Hero he found out later, bending over into a very unfeminine position and slapping his face.

“Yes I can.”

“You scared me. You look really sick kid.”

Like I don’t know. The childish side of him was whining silently, but he struggled to sit up.

In front of him was a girl few years elder, much like a college student, she was obviously worried, as if his health really mattered to her, she even reached out a hand, trying to feel his temperature. He pushed her hand away.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You’re running a fever.”

“It will pass.”

That’s when she frowned, her two brows furrowed dramatically. Yeas later he would know, it was just one of her very limited vivid emotions, something he might never have a chance to see again.

“Are you always like this? Honestly, how old are you? Why are you refusing people’s kindness like it’s nothing important? You’re like, deadly pale!”

How could he treat a kindness well and naturally when he’d never experienced it?

He thought quietly, biting his lips as the embarrassment made him flushed. It’s not just like that, for the first time he’d had a chance to talk with a decent, pretty girl, but look at him: he’s sick, deadly pale according to her own words, must have smelled awful as he’d been sweating all day and hadn’t showered for three days.

“Now you’re deadly red, by the way.”

“…Thank you?”

“I can take you to the hospital…emm…I mean…” she paused, as if thinking about how to express it in a more acceptable way: “you don’t really have to worry about the fees, maybe I can…”

“No, and thank you.”

He didn’t know why he said no that night, if to recall, was he really care about how he smelt, or was it eventually too overwhelming, or even maybe, he was actually, indeed ready for ending his own life. But there was a huge silence after he’d said that. They both frozen for a while until the quietness pained him. She, who’s meant to be a Hero, after almost one minute, finally decided to give up.

“…okay, emm…sorry, I just wanted to help.”

He knew, he knew it.

“Thank you.” was the last words he said before she left musingly.

Everything after it was a blur, so hazy and so confusing, the next time he became fully conscious, he was in his boss’s bed and on an IV, the man was smiling, comfortingly, telling him there’s an offer waiting for him, and he would never have to be so helpless again.

—————

His dream full of bittersweet memories stopped when that freezing hand touched his forehead. Too cold. He winced, opening only one eye for a start, he saw his boss standing by the bedside with an impatient frown.

“I did tell you to take some pills yesterday, didn’t I?” The elder man asked, his tone reproachful. It was just 9:00 in the morning, he’d known it by glancing briefly at the digital alarm clock as the other man knelt down. He closed his eyes for short, adjusting the light and headache, knowing his boss was working on undoing the bandage on his arm.

“You so we’ll-dressed, K. Anything particular to attend?

He asked carelessly, not really paying attention to the answer. He just ached, for now, even reopening his eyes would require such an effort, so he kept them closed, and allowed his mind drifting.

Too hot, too cold, too painful.

The sound of scissors cutting through gauze and the smell of iodine and hydrogen peroxide. He’d recognized them groggily. That had to prove his wound was seriously infected. So bad. But not surprising. Six years later he was still so bad at taking care of himself.

“Why are you refusing people’s kindness like it’s nothing important?”

“Part of me wishes you could die as well.”

“I’m sorry…” he murmured, not quite sure to whom. The fever and injury had obviously worn him out, her words haunted him. And all he was doing now was curling up limply in bed like a broken puppet, letting the elder man lift his arm up then put it down freely, again and again.

“….And you’re coming with me.”

“Emm…?”

“The event tonight. I need you to come with me, Assassin.”

Was he joking?

His hazy brain warned him silently that his boss never joked. An event for whatever reason he didn’t catch meant there would be a job awaiting. That there would be someone waiting to be saved, or more likely, to be killed.

His body tensed.

“And I heard there was a FBI yesterday at the crime scene…it was Hero, wasn’t it?”

This was not even a question, K always knew everything: “And she’s also the reason why you got hurt I guess, since you’ve never got yourself hurt before.”

He cursed in mind, becoming gradually sober as the conversation flew. He opened his eyes to look straight at the other man.

“It was not her fault.”

“See? She’s weakening you and making you soft...” K paused, then sighed, eyes on him. He must have looked really miserable that the old man decided to shut his mouth, putting a hand on his feverish cheek instead, “or maybe it’s not a good time for this conversation. Go back to sleep. I just need you to be ready by 6pm.”

“Who’s the target today, K?”

As if the blurry world stopped for a second, confirming the uneasy feeling deep in his heart, though his voice was weirdly calm. He reached out a hand, the injured one, to grab his boss’s shirttail, he knew it could stop him.

“Who I’m expecting to kill today?”

He’d asked again, firmly.

And K turned around to face him.

“We need you to kill Hero, Assassin.”

So Cruel.

The elder man said, he almost laughed:

“I thought we only kill bad people.”

“The policy ended yesterday, since you took a bullet for her.”

Holding his hand and tucking it back under the covers, K bent down, ignoring his pretended coolness, and placed his mouth close to his ear：

“And since you want a definition so much I decided to give you one, kid.” The elder man whispered, his voice cold: “finish this job and you’ll finish the transformation. From the best Assassin to the best Villain in the city…

“As you wish.”

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Stupid Villain forgot to take medication and got himself really sick and now he’s sent to kill Hero😏any reblogs and feedbacks are beyond welcome and thank you for reading😚

#this is awesome! #Hero x Villain #Villain whumpee #Hero Caretaker #weird relationship #sickfic #fever #fever whump #unconscious #whump

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Torn - Chapter 6

Warnings: Blood, tears, fever, infection, infected wound.

Taglist: @whumpwillow​ @equestrianwritingsstuff​ @brutal-nemesis​ @teheranb​ @befuddled-calico-whump​, @professional-idiocy​, @whumpilicious​, and @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19​

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#Vivisection tw #supervillain whumpee #villain whumpee #hero caretaker #anxiety #stress #tears #Begging #panic attack #infection #infected wound #fever #fever whump #wowsers

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Holy shit, there’s four hundred of you guys now.

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Cw: conditioned whumpee, wanting pain, broken ribs, injuries mention, kinda angsty villain but with fluff afterwards.

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Consequences Pt.4

Villain sobbed against Hero’s shoulder, waiting for something, anything that would give them foresight to the next chapter of their story—if they even got one. But Hero simply cradled them, they had gone silent after Villains last question and unusually stiff, which didn’t make Villain feel much better.

The truth was, Hero had no clue. They had pulled a complete blank on Villains question. On one hand, they were a hero so of course they were supposed to be turning Villain into the authorities and sending them to jail. On the other hand, Villain was in no shape to be sent away and obviously needed a bit of care—which Hero wouldn’t be against providing.

Hero shook themselves back into reality as they ran a hand through Villains hair. “I’m going to care for you.” They replied simply, adding a softer tone to their voice. “No one is going to hurt you.” They murmured, but they were confident. Whoever was making this kind of mess out of Villain was never going to see them again.

Villains throat burned and their eyes were glossy with tears but they couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped their lips. “I don’t w-want your fake s-sympathy.” They laughed, erupting a wheezing fit out of them as their broken ribs lashed out in protest.

“It’s not fake, Villain.” Hero soothed, bringing Villain in closer but they weakly pushed Hero away.

“Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” Villain cried out as they managed to maneuver away from Hero’s grasp and press themselves into a corner, back turned to Hero.

Hero gently reached a hand out to pull Villain back towards them but Villain only shrunk further into the wall. “D-Don’t play around like that! I HATE IT!” Villain sobbed, “you-you always pretend like you love me! J-Just hurt me… I d-don’t like t-the ga-games anymore.” Villain stuttered as they tried to keep air moving into their lungs. Their hands shook as they covered their head and waited for the blow, that’s what they wanted, that’s what they deserved.

Hero sat silently, legs crossed, as they watched Villain shiver and try to escape from some invisible monster that promised them pain. They were disgusted. Not by Villain per say, but by whoever had done this to them, whoever had made this out of them. That was disgusting.

“Villain, I promise you, that I am not going to hurt you in any way.” Hero reassured, their tone firm in a way that made Villain flinch hard and hit their forehead on the wall.

As much as Hero’s argument was convincing, Villain made no point to move—staying in their fetal position in the corner. Hero took this as their opportunity to communicate, so they talked, and talked, and talked, and eventually, Villain fell asleep. Slumping into the corner wall in an exhausted doze, finally asleep.

Hero gently wrapped their arms around Villains shivering form as they hauled them back to bed, tucking them in and kissing their forehead.

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