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itswhumpday · 1 year

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Hardened and no-nonsense (can come across as callous/exasperated) Medic + inexperienced and slightly terrified Whumpee, and Whumpee needs stitches or other painful field treatment without pain meds available?

I went with firemen, because they are a blast. Haha! Get it! Anyway, love this trope. Thanks for requesting it.

A building had collapsed. Again.

Caretaker barely noticed it anymore. It was just a part of living in a world of superpeople. They broke things to “save the city”, then ran off when it was time to pay the bill. And today seemed to be some major battle because the earth had been shaking more than usual and calls had been coming in from everywhere.

Before they left, the Caretaker saw the rookies getting ready. It would be their first mission. They looked so excited: eyes gleaming, hands nervously checking their equipment. Caretaker hoped they would get a good first run: something chill, to ease them onto the job. They would have many years like Caretaker had to regret going into this career. They could have a couple of days to believe they were heroes.

The building was pretty standard. Most people were already outside. Caretaker stayed out to help with first aid. Some of their comrades went inside to search for the rest of the victims. Everything was running smoothly: people were being put into ambulances and evacuated, bit by bit.

Which, of course, was when the world went to shit. Figures.

The Caretaker’s walkie-talkie blared. Their team was going to be split in two because they were the closest location to the attack. Supervillains trying to destroy City Hall. Caretaker didn’t know why they kept building that place up since it got blown up all the time.

“Some of ours were inside.” Said dispatch as the Caretaker got into the truck. “The rookies. They were picking up donations for last week’s victims.”

Caretaker swore. The truck lit up its lights and sirens and they raced to city hall. Another truck had arrived and was already trying to put out the fire. Caretaker runs inside, with two others right behind them. One separates once they enter the hall. The ceiling has a gaping, flaming hole, which isn’t very encouraging. As they went from room to room, their colleague gathered the people who could walk and started walking them back to the entrance. Caretaker was alone. But that was fine. That had happened many times before.

Caretaker helped a worker whose desk had fallen on her and handed her off through the window to a colleague. The rest of the floor was mostly evacuated. Then, as they walked past the elevator towards the stairs, they heard whimpering.

“Hello?” They called out.

“Here!” They heard, from below, through the elevator doors. Caretaker quickly took out the tool and got the doors opened. The elevator car was halfway here, halfway down. The cables were all twisted and it looked like it was the only thing holding it in place and keeping it from breaking down. “I- I’m here.”

Called the person again. Caretaker carefully looked inside. At the bottom of the car, laid one of her rookies, Whumpee. Boxes and boxes of donations were around them on the floor under the little light coming from her flashlight. Their body however, was on the floor. An insane amount of blood covered the floor of the elevator.

“They had—” They tried to say, eyes so pained they were unfocused. “They had donations— The… the elevator.”

“Shh. It’s fine. I get it. Let’s get you out of here.”

Caretaker assessed. Down was always better than up, especially in a flaming building. They raced down the stairs into the basement until they found the entrance to the elevator. Luckily, the doors were already opened there.

As soon as they arrived, they noticed the rookie was breathing too fast. “Stop that.” Caretaker said, drier than they meant to. “You’re going to hyperventilate.”

The rookie looked at them with tears in their eyes.

“I thought you’d left.”

“Why would I leave? You’re stuck with me. Now, where are you hurt?”

They pointed.

“My leg. It’s pretty busted.”

One look confirmed it. It was badly dislocated. But not broken.

“We need to get you out of that elevator before it falls. Got that?”

Rookie shook their head.

“I don’t want to.”

“I didn’t ask. Give me your arms.”

Caretaker pushed the boxer aside and grabbed the Whumpee’s arms, slowly dragging them. Whumpee yelled, but didn’t squirm. Caretaker grabbed them by the shoulders and finally got them out of the elevator, grabbing their knees before they fell.

That, of course, didn’t help their injury, and they yelled again, staring to hyperventilate again.

“Hey, hey. No. None of that.” Caretaker placed them down on the floor. They took out the cylinder of oxygen at their back, opened it and placed the mask on their face. “This is a burning building and we have to get out of it, right?”

Whumpee was looking at Caretaker as if they were speaking Greek.

“Right?!” They pushed.

“Right.” Rookie said in a small voice.

“And what to we need to make that happen?”

Rookie blinked and then looked at themselves.

“For me to walk?”

“Fantastic. And how do we do that?”

Caretaker placed themselves in front of their dislocated knee.

“No.”

“Yes. Count to three.”

“No! You’re going to do it on two!”

“They give you too much training on that school! One!”

“No, no, no, no!” Rookie cried, hiding their face, but otherwise firmly secure by Caretaker’s experienced hands.

“Two!”

“Just go already!” Whumpee yelled, read in the face!”

“Three!”

“You’re supposed to go on two!”

“Four!” Caretaker pulled the leg back in its place and Rookie screamed in pain. Whumpee slumped back, their eyes rolling back, their body covered in sweat, breathing heavily.

Caretaker slapped their face lightly.

“Hey. Wake up. This is still a burning building. We have to get out.” Whumpee blinked, in pain, their breathing difficult. Caretaker held the mask closer to their face. “Deep breaths, rookie. You can do it. I’m right here.”

Caretaker sat them down. Whumpee slumped, looking like they would fall. Their hand grabbed the mask and they took two deep breaths before nodding they were ready.

Caretaker stood them up, one of their arms around their shoulders. They were carrying the Rookie more than helping them, but it was alright. They stepped once. Then twice and Caretaker had to use their injured knee. They gritted their teeth and gave another step.

Together, they would make it out of this burning building.

Thank you for reading all the way here! Reminder I take requests, I just take a VERY long time to get through them.

#whump #beanwhump #whump request #whump drabble #whump scene #fire whump #broken leg whump #whumpblr #whumpee #caretaker #medic #no proofreading we die like illiterates #am i still relevant #is anyone still aliv #beanprompts

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1whump-dump1 · 2 months

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Shortland Street Episodes 6652 & 6653

#whump #whump gif #shortland street #broken leg #male whump #comfort #hair stroking #blood #pneumothorax #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort gif #the quality is horrible but the only video i could find of this had shit quality so.... that's what you get :)

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just-here-for-the-whump · 4 months

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Monk 4x7 Mr. Monk Goes to a Wedding

#monk #randy disher #leland stottlemeyer #adrian monk #whump #injury #hit by a car #care #cared for #wheelchair #broken leg #broken arm #helped to walk #so adorable

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wildlife4life · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @hippolotamus, @eddiediaztho, @disasterbuckdiaz, @forthewolves, @giddyupbuck @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela and @daffi-990 Thank you all so much! You all so amazing and I look forward to all of your upcoming works! Go check them out!

Ya'll I have been riding on an ecstatic high since Sunday. Not only did my Kansas City Chief's win, they blew out the Chicago Bears. And to top it all off, my favorite player Travis Kelce, who I have been a huge fan of for years (long before Taylor Swift, before the super bowl wins, and before Patrick Mahomes) got T-Swift to come to a game and freaking broke the internet. I have loved every moment and I am just so elated about it all. So to keep with the trend of the NFL, here is NFL Buck... and his leg injury.

They didn’t even make it to half time and Christopher never showed his touchdown dance to his grandparents. Midway through the second quarter, linebacker Jayon Brown sideswiped the left tackle, leaving him free and with a direct shot to the quarterback. Just as Buckley was releasing the ball for a pass to the endzone to DeAndre Hopkins, Brown tackled him, knocking his throw off and allowing Adoree Jackson to intercept it. Brown swears up and down to this day, the tackle was clean, but deeply regrets the damage that came from it. What he doesn’t tell anyone but those closest to him; he heard and felt Evan Buckley’s leg break under him and when he got back to the sideline, he puked his guts behind the bench. Evan’s cries of pain were barely heard over the roar of the crowd celebrating the pick and it took a short moment for anyone to notice that the Texan’s quarterback had not gotten back up. Right tackle Kendall Lamm was the first to notice Buckley’s injury and frantically waved over the training staff. He would go on to tell the press, “Buckley is a tough son of a bitch and to hear that sort of anguish coming from him, I knew something was wrong.” Then when asked about the injury the large offensive lineman would pale slightly, “Legs aren't supposed go that way, but I ain’t no doctor and we can only pray Evan comes back from this.”

The amount of research that has gone into the section is crazy. All players besides Buck are real players on those teams at that time. The interception actually occurred in the 2nd quarter of that game, but I'm putting the whole broken leg twist into there. If you have any questions about the NFL or American football in general please shoot me a message. Hope you all enjoyed! Go Chiefs!

Tagging (no pressure): @exhuastedpigeon @try-set-me-on-fire @rogerzsteven @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @devirnis @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @loserdiaz @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @shortsighted-owl @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @monsterrae1 @lover-of-mine @watchyourbuck @eowon @911onabc @911-on-abc @brokenribsdiaz @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @bvckandeddie @arthursdent @elvensorceress @glorious-spoon @bigfootsmom @buddierights @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz

#wip wednesday #tag game #my wip #911 abc #911 show #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #nfl #houston texans #tennessee titans #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #football injury #broken leg #buck whump #angst

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whumpdrivethru · 10 months

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Hey.. uhh.. can I get an order of enemy soldier finding a civilian who's injured and takes pity on them? Civilian is probably shot or has a broken bone and soldier provides basic first aid and comforts them and stuff. Maybe even a side of trying to keep civilian awake?? It can end with whatever you want :3

Hi there! Let’s get that started for you! Thanks for choosing the Whump Drive Thru!

Soldier marched down the streets of the ruined city. They were meant to be looking for survivors. Gunfire rang out behind them, sounded like one of their fellow soldiers had found a survivor. Soldier shuddered and heard a whimper and the sound of rubble shifting. Soldier whipped around, aiming their rifle at the noise. They stared into the frightened eyes of a civilian.

“P-please,” they begged.

Soldier held their rifle tighter, despite their shaking hands. Their finger hovered over the trigger, but they couldn’t bring themselves to squeeze. Another gunshot in the distance. Another survivor. Soldier cursed and slung their rifle over their shoulder. They knelt down next to the civilian and started pulling the rubble off of them. They saw their eyes start to flicker in and out of focus. Their lids started to slip closed.

“Hey,” Soldier said, slapping them, “none of that. Talk to me. What’s your name?”

“C-Civilian,” they said tearfully.

“Keep talking,” Soldier said as they worked, “are you hurt?”

“Yes,” Civilian said.

“Where?”

Soldier got their answer when they removed the last piece of rubble trapping Civilian. Their leg was bent at an unsightly angle. Soldier winced at the sight.

“I’m gonna pick you up now,” Soldier said, “it isn’t safe here.”

Soldier heaved Civilian up into a bridal carry. Civilian screamed.

“Shush!” Soldier hissed, “I know it hurts, but you can’t make noise.”

…

Soldier laid Civilian down on the bed. They didn’t know whose house this was, but they obviously didn’t need it anymore. Half of the roof was blown off and it was a wonder the bedroom was intact at all. Fortunately, this part of the city had already been scoured by Soldier’s comrades. No one would be coming back here anytime soon.

Soldier pulled out a first-aid kit from their pack.

“I need to set your leg,” Soldier said.

“Please, no-”

“I know what I’m doing. I was in medical school before the war. Please, it needs to be treated.”

Civilian looked at Soldier with pleading eyes, then nodded. Soldier worked quickly, trying to ignore Civilian’s screams. Once their leg was in the splint, Soldier sat back and breathed a sigh of relief.

“There,” they said, “that will keep it still. You need to see a proper doctor, but this will do for now.”

Civilian sniffled and nodded.

“Thank you,” Civilian said.

Soldier sighed again.

“I’ll take you to the train station in the morning. We can only go so far on foot.”

“Train station? I don’t understand-”

“We need to get you to a doctor. The nearest town is several miles away.”

“But why are you helping me?”

Soldier smiled ruefully.

“I don't agree with killing civilians. Besides, I’ve just betrayed my country for you. Seems a pity to abandon you now.”

Thanks again for choosing the Whump Drive Thru, you have been served by Huffle!

#broken leg #tw broken bones #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpdrivehtru #huffle #whump #hurt/comfort #enemy soldier #soldier caretaker #civilian whumpee #whump writing #answered asks #whumpdrivethru #whump community #guns #military whump

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callaeidae3 · 8 months

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Whumptober2023 Day 5: Debris | Pinned down | "it's broken"

Susan tending to Kyle's broken leg, making a makeshift splint out of broken wood debri and the rest of the bandages she has on hand.

The broken leg isn't the most concerning injury, however...

#whumptober2023 #no.5 #debris #pinned down #it's broken #art #kindall k series #OC #blood tw #injury tw #bandages #first aid #broken leg #unconscious #whump art #kyle kindall #susan harrison #kk3

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 13: CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

fracture | dislocation | “are you here to break me out?”

Copper s01e02: “They broke my leg!”

+bonus:

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mj-iza-writer · 8 months

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Whumptober Day 11

All the lights going dark, and my hope's destroyed /animal trap / captivity / No one will find you

"Hey Rosie, could you check the cupboard for me? I left a mousetrap in there. I think a mouse had been stealing our fruit", Caretaker struck a match, and lit the fireplace.

A squeal from his daughter sent Caretaker running. Did he catch the mouse?

Rosie held the cabinet door shut with shaky hands.

"Did we catch the mouse?", Caretaker paused a few feet from his daughter, "I felt bad using that, but..."

"Dad?", his daughter cut him off, "you caught something, but it's not a mouse."

"What?", Caretaker looked concerned, "what did I catch", he opened the doors, and instantly his jaw dropped.

A terrified figure looked at them, one that had their leg trapped inside of the mouse trap, one that had been weakly trying to escape, there was several lines on the figures skin where the trap had reclosed on them. This figure would have stood five inches. Now Caretaker was certain they couldn't even stand.

"Dad that's not a mouse", Rosie looked at it in bewilderment, "what is it?"

"I have no idea, um, I'm sure it would like the trap removed though", Caretaker cautiously reached in to remove the trap.

The figure cowarded away from his hands and threw a blind punch. They made a wincing face when their leg moved.

Caretaker jumped a little but went on to remove the trap. He cupped the figure into his hand.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, can you even understand me?", Caretaker looked at the figure.

The figure looked at him sadly, and nodded that they understood.

"Can you talk, at least in a way that we understand", Caretaker carried the figure, "Rosie can you grab that soft pillow, I believe their leg is broken."

The figure shook their head no.

Rosie approached with the pillow.

"Thankyou", Caretaker gently placed the figure on it.

"Are you part of the fae?", Caretaker questioned.

The figure shook their head no again.

"Are you the fruit thief, and have you been living here long?", Caretaker grinned.

The figure nodded yes, and held up five fingers.

"Five... uh.. days", Caretaker thought, "yes that's about when the fruit started to disappear. So you're not fae, you are just this tiny."

The figure winced again as they moved their leg and shook their head yes again.

"Oh right I am so sorry", Caretaker hurried, "I'll have more questions later, let's get you taken care of."

The small figure smiled weakly and nodded.

"First step is figuring out what to do, I've never taken care of five inch person before", Caretaker stroked his beard, he gently poked the leg, "I'm sorry your leg got broken from the trap."

An idea sprung on Caretaker, "one minute", he went to grab something.

Rosie sadly looked at them, "I hope you are okay, my dad will fix you right up."

Caretaker came back with a few supplies, "I've got ribbon and some sticks. I'll make a makeshift splint. I'll wrap this with bandage tape to make sure it stays on."

The figure watched as the leg was set, they winced a little, but Caretaker was as gentle as possible.

"I wish you would have shown us you were present, you would have been welcomed in, and this may not have happened", Caretaker frowned, "I'm sorry you got injured."

The tiny figure reached for Caretaker finger, they gently shook it.

"I think I'll take that as I'm sorry, and thankyou", Caretaker smiled.

The tiny figure nodded approvingly.

"Alright then", Caretaker watched his daughter enter the room.

Rosie set a bowl of fruit and a cup of water down close to the little figure, "please don't feel like you have to steal, we have plenty."

The figure reached for a berry, and looked up with a smile.

"Your welcome", Rosie giggled.

"You can stay here as long as you need to, especially with that leg. No one will find you and hurt you either", Caretaker looked at the tiny figure, "no telling what could happen to you if the wrong people found you."

Rosie and the tiny figure agreed.

"We won't have to worry about that though", Caretaker smiled.

Taglist: as always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not an issue at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #no.3 #tiny whump #tiny whumpee #oc #writing #broken leg #mousetrap #whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #whumper #caretaking

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tildeathiwillwrite · 6 months

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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 8: Bedridden

(I may or may not have procrastinated this one)

TW: hospital, broken bones, pain meds

Caretaker rapped softly on the door. Whumpee blinked awake, groggily checking the time. Almost eleven in the morning. They hadn't meant to sleep in so late but stuck as they were, they didn't have much else to do but sleep.

“Hey,” Caretaker said softly, poking their head in, “You doin’ okay?”

Whumpee squinted at them, gesturing to the pair of white blobs that were their legs, trapped in casts after they’d fractured both shin bones. “I'm confined to this bed for another several days,” they stated, “the pain meds are wearing off again, and—” they lolled their head dramatically on the pillows— “I'm booooored.”

Caretaker shut the door behind them and raised an eyebrow at Whumpee’s antics. “First of all, it's not that long, the doctor said maybe Monday. Second, that's a you problem.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes. “You gotta bust me out of here.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Caretaker smirked. “Because you'd probably break your arms somehow.”

“I can't even walk! How am I supposed to—”

“You'd figure something out I'm sure.”

Whumpee folded their arms and pretended to pout. “By that logic I'm probably gonna wreck my shoulders using a wheelchair and crack my skull trying to do wheelies.”

Caretaker closed their eyes and exhaled slowly. “What would you even do if I took you home?”

“Watch a movie,” Whumpee said with no hesitation.

“You can watch a movie here!”

“But they don't have any good channels!”

Caretaker glanced over at the TV mounted to the wall opposite Whumpee's bed. “I wonder if I can plug my phone in and play something. I do have the extra-long cord…”

Whumpee stared in disbelief. “Really!? How did you know to—”

Caretaker grinned at them, pulling out their phone. “You texted me last night complaining about the lack of good movies.”

“...I don't remember that…” Whumpee began before Caretaker showed them their phone. It was open to their messages.

Yesterday, 10:32 p.m. Whumpee: thods plqxe hS nothng goood om imbsuferin Caretaker: You'll be fine you big baby Whumpee: okfbejbskfjodkn

“According to the hospital,” Caretaker said, desperately trying not to laugh, “you had just been given your pain meds for the night. I downloaded Megamind, you can enjoy your quality cinema.”

Whumpee perked up immediately. “Really?? You're the best!”

Caretaker settled into the seat next to the bed. “Naturally!”

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whump #fluff #whumpee #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump hospital #whump broken leg #banter #established relationship

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clickerflight · 3 months

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Fleeting: Part 2 - Jaguar

I finished this earlier this week and just forgot to post it. Introducing a new character! She is very cool :)

Masterlist

Part 1

Content: Female whumpee, vampire whumpee, human whumpee, whumpee on whumpee violence, pet whump, captivity whump, dehumanization, interrogation, torture, broken leg, minor character death, cannibalism? I guess? Let me know if I missed anything this part is a bit crazy.

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Jaguar laid out on the cold stone. There had been a time where it had bothered me. At least, she was pretty sure there had been a time. She couldn’t really remember. She couldn’t really remember what it was like to be warm, to have soft things. She knew those things existed, she knew she had experienced those things, but she couldn’t actually picture what she was doing or where she was or who she had been when she last had those things.

Now there was cold hard stone, silver chains coated in something to keep it from burning her, and hunger. There was always hunger. Even after she was fed she was hungry. There were just too many years to catch up on and too much silver and too many beatings to heal from for her to free herself from her exhaustion and hunger and aching pains.

Speaking of being fed, Jaguar heard movement outside her enclosure. Out in the hall. The only thing she knew of besides this room as she caught glimpses of it through the door as it opened and closed for her prey.

She sat up, licking her lips and whiskers, prowling back and forth now, her back hunched up as she paced on all fours as far as her chain would allow her, a soft clinking filling the room where the chain wasn’t coated and where her claws clicked on the floor.

The sounds were close enough she could make out the words now. She knew she shouldn’t understand them. She was Jaguar. She was not a person, but she understood them anyway. It was a good thing, she reasoned. It meant that she obeyed even better.

“Hear that?” a voice laughed. “Our Jaguar is hungry.”

She growled low at that. It was good that her Master was pleased after just hearing her moving around.

“Come on, guys, I didn’t know that information was bad,” said an unfamiliar voice. It was shaky, scared. It was prey. “H-How did you even get a jaguar?”

“How about you take your guess since that’s what you seem to be good at. Guessing and telling us things as though it were fact.”

“Come on, Ashton, I swear I didn’t-”

There was a blow and the prey yelped in pain. It made Jaguar want to throw herself against her chains to try and get to the door. She was well trained, though. She wasn’t going to misbehave. Not when her Master was already on his way with food. She licked her tongue over her fangs, tail twitching as she waited.

The door opened and there was her Master. There was a guard behind him who dragged her prey in. She growled, prowling forward, watching the way the prey’s eyes started to bug out of his head in fear, but her Master clicked his tongue.

“Back, Jaguar.”

Jaguar, still growling low in her throat, did as she was told, her tail flicking back and forth behind her.

“That’s an actual jaguar,” the prey gasped as the guard hauled up the overturned chair- Master had given her permission to knock it around and play with it as she liked when they were gone- and forced the prey down on it, tying his hands to the chair.

“Not quite,” Master said, approaching Jaguar. He ran a hand over her head, rubbing her ear for a moment before he stepped back. “Did you know that many ancient vampires gain more powers as they age?”

“Y-yes….”

“Some of the really old ones can access animal forms,” Master said, grinning at the fear on the prey’s face.

“That’s a vampire!? You can’t be serious! I thought you hated them!”

“Oh, but she’s not a vampire anymore. She’s my Jaguar.”

Jaguar purred at that. She was his Jaguar. No matter the complex thoughts in her head, she could always be his big soft cat when he needed. Or she could be his weapon. Whatever he needed.

“Now, Nathan. How about you explain to me why you fed us that false information. I know for a fact you didn’t just make it up for some extra money. Who told you to tell us that?”

The prey struggled against his bindings. “No one told me! I overheard it from Yacy and his guys. I didn’t know it was false! Should I have done some extra research? Maybe, but how are you supposed to research a cult like that when the police have already licked up every scrap of information about them and hid it from the public? My police contact got busted last month, remember?”

“Mmhmm, I heard about that. Was it Muir?”

“Yeah,” the prey spat. “No one can keep a contact in the police for more than a few weeks anymore because of that goody two shoes.”

“Mm, we have been meaning to deal with him. It’s tricky when he’s so ingrained in the community, nevermind him being Hemijeoa. But tell me, Nathan, if that were true, then what is this?”

Jaguar saw him lift up a device. She still wasn't certain about what they were for, but she knew they somehow conveyed information. But she was just a jaguar, it wasn’t like she needed to know how to use one.

Whatever was conveyed, it made the prey go very pale and very still. Jaguar licked her lips, kneading her paws into the stone in excitement.

“That’s what I thought. Wanna tell me what actually happened?”

The prey swallowed hard, but he set his jaw and shook his head defiantly.

Master smiled, his eyes flickering to Jaguar. She sat ready at attention.

“Ocelome.”

She growled in response to her other name. He always mispronounced the words a little, but that was okay. The old words always soothed and excited something deep within her. Something that couldn’t really be remembered anymore. She just knew that she liked it, especially when the prey couldn’t understand it and it only made them more scared in return.

“Xopitzactli.”

The command was clear and familiar. She threw herself forward, the sound of the prey’s scream echoing off the stone walls as she dug her teeth and fangs deep into the flesh of his leg. She felt the bone snap, tasted the fresh blood that gushed out onto her tongue, and ripped away with a large chunk of flesh that she eagerly threw into the air and snatched up again, mostly to impress her Master and scare the prey, but also to release her excitement over the feed as she began chewing on her prize.

The prey was still screaming, thrashing and sobbing loudly as Master stepped forward, grabbing Prey by the hair to force him to look at him and keep him from toppling the chair over.

“Wanna tell me the truth now? I’m happy to let my Jaguar play with you for a while if not.”

The man sobbed for another long moment, shaking and babbling on until Master shook him by the hair.

“It was Cortez! Please, please! She blackmailed. Please, help me, please!”

“Cortez,” Master said, looking displeased. Jaguar hoped he wouldn’t take his anger out on her.

He sighed. “Should have known. The boss won’t be happy about it. Ah, well. Thanks for helping out.”

Master turned, along with the guard. Jaguar licked her lips, whiskers quivering with excitement as she waited for the signal.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to untie me?” the prey said with tears streaming down his face, shaking as his leg still bled on the floor, filling the room with the scent of his adrenaline and fear.

“I know Cortez is good at swaying people, but I can’t have people thinking they can get away with lying to me. Jaguar, have your fun with him.”

With that, Master and the guard left and the door clicked shut.

Jaguar leapt on the man, his screams echoing off of each wall as she scratched at him, the chair falling back.

The force of Jaguar and the prey falling shattered the chair and the prey managed to free himself from her, skittering across the room to the far corner, Jaguar right behind him. She imagined digging her teeth into his skull, her fang sinking in through his eye socket as the other crunched right through the bone. She would-

She slammed against the end of her chain before she could reach the man and she fell back, choking and coughing, scrambling to get back to her feet.

She was at the end of her line and he was in the corner. This had never happened to her before. There was so much blood smell, the prey was right there! She yowled, swiping at him, trying to reach him, but there was nothing she could do.

The prey babbled and cried in the corner, cowering and pushing himself further against the stone. Jaguar tried, unsuccessfully, for ages to try and reach him. Still, her exhaustion got to her eventually and she went back to where the chair was, flopping down to lick up the blood from the floor. This was all she was likely to get. Would Master be disappointed in her for failing to kill him? But she was only a jaguar. Only a cat. How was she supposed to know what to do now? How was she supposed to succeed here? She couldn’t undo the collar. She didn’t know how.

She resolved herself to bear whatever Master had in mind for her. She was only a cat. She couldn’t catch her prey when she was too stupid to undo her collar.

…………………………….

Ashton came back to the room of his pet. The vampire wasn’t very healthy looking. He ought to feed her more often. She was all ribs and eyes and teeth. He was annoyed by how patchy her fur was starting to become. Why did she have to be so high maintenance?

He opened the door to a surprising sight. His jaguar was laying in the middle of the room next to a broken chair. She looked up from where she was licking up blood, eyes big and sad and pleading, and he quickly realized why. Nathan was pressed into the corner, pale and shaking. Ashton was very aware that the corner was out of her reach with the collar.

“Jaguar. You haven’t killed him.”

The vampire lowered her head, ashamed.

Ashton sighed walking forward. He looked down at her and said, “What are we going to do with you? What good are you for if you can’t kill your prey when it’s all tied down.”

The vampire let out a whimper, laying her head against her paws.

Ashton laughed and kicked her in the ribs, taking a moment to savor the way she curled in on herself before walking over to the wall, reaching up, and undoing the clasp on the chain.

Jaguar looked up sharply when she heard the chain hit the floor.

“Go get him,” Ashton said with a grin. The grin remained as he watched his jaguar, his prize and pet, jump at Nathan. The grin only grew wider when Nathan’s screams were replaced by a satisfying crunch.

“Good girl,” he said quietly.

Part 3

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cyberwhumper · 8 months

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Ringing. Darkness.

"Val!…. V….!"

A voice slowly comes into focus as he starts to regain his consciousness. The world seems to suddenly explode into a cacophony of noise and chaos.

"Valko! Can you hear me? Hold on!"

His stocky companion has been desperately attempting to stabilize his condition for what felt like hours. His damaged corneal display can only show a fraction of the critically compromised systems in his body that are struggling to keep him breathing and alive.

Having only heard wildly conflicting rumors and speculation over Watchtower's prototype weapon had lured him into a false sense of comfort. Yeah, sure, every corporate fuck is going to tout their latest product as state-of-the-art, as the all you need solution to whatever problems roaches like them have. He had heard it all before, a thousand times over.

He went in so confident that it was all just smoke and mirrors that when he finally realized they had walked straight into Dog's steel jaws it was too late to turn back: they had already graciously offered themselves for it to pick its teeth with.

His pained screaming is drowned out completely by the firefight and slaughter around them as he's pulled up to shoulder height. His leg bones are completely shattered and unable to move no matter how much he tries. Panic quickly sets in.

This is it. We're all dying here.

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xxx you better pray i don’t get up this time around

“The window,” Nureyev says, veering left.

“The window?” Juno repeats, not sure at all that he likes this plan. Very certain, in fact, that he does not.

“The window!” Nureyev fires two shots at the glass, shattering it. “Bend your knees, Juno. Tuck and roll. Remember your training!” And then he disappears.

“What training!” Juno shouts, and then he’s falling, and flailing, and the ground is rushing toward him fasttoofast and he does as Peter says and bends his knees before he hits the ground and maybe he didn’t do it right because there’s the sound of something going snap and his vision goes white and for a moment all he can do is scream. And then he looks at his leg and he screams again.

xxx

Nureyev is about to make an attempt at picking himself up off the ground when he hears a sickening crack, followed by a pair of screams from Juno that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his heart clench. He’s never heard his partner make a sound like that, not once.

Not even in the tomb.

His pulse is racing as he scrambles to his feet and turns around. “Juno?” He closes the gap between himself and his partner in mere steps. He sees Juno’s face first, twisted in agony, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He sees Juno’s leg next, and has to turn away as his stomach does a backflip.

“My god.” He forces himself to take two deep breaths, regaining a bit of composure before he turns back to Juno and moves to his side, kneeling in the grass and not caring at all as the damp stuff presses into his bare knees. “Oh, Juno, my god,” he repeats under his breath, still not as composed as he’d like to be. “My-”

“-god,” Juno gasps, managing to look annoyed despite his obvious agony. “Yeah. Got it. It’s-it’s bad.”

“I think that may be a bit of an understatement, darling.” He tries to inject some humor into his voice and does a poor job of it as he grips Juno’s hand in his own.

He must have landed wrong. Very wrong, given that his bone, all jagged red and hints of white, is protruding from his shin. It’s bloody and it’s horrific and Nureyev honestly feels like vomiting, but that’s simply not an option. Instead he takes two deep breaths and pulls out his comm puts a finger to his ear as Juno lays whimpering and groaning and gasping beside him.

“Buddy, where are you now?” he says as soon as the comm crackles to life.

The fear in his voice, the desperation, must be obvious because there’s a tinge of worry when she responds, “You okay, Pete?”

“We’ve got, um...a bit of a situation, here I’m afraid. Juno’s injured. His leg is broken.”

“How did he manage that?”

It’s all my fault, he thinks, the thought making his chest go tight. Deep breath. “Can you get in closer, Buddy?”

“...No. No, I’m sorry, Ransom. The anti-aircraft cannons would have us out of the sky before we landed. You’ll have to make your way to us. Is it bad?”

Nureyev almost laughs at the absurdity of the question, almost, except that Juno is in agony. The man’s hand goes limp in Nureyev’s at that moment, his pained noises quieting. Nureyev is concerned but not surprised to see that Juno has slipped out of consciousness. “Yes. It’s...It’s bad. What about Rita? Couldn’t she hack into them?”

“The computer’s on the fritz, dear, remember? There’s parts that need replacing.”

Nureyev lets out a string of curses under his breath. How could he have forgotten?

“It’s just a little over a mile, Ransom. Do you think you can get him out?”

“I…” Nureyev shifts his gaze from Juno’s face to his leg and swallows back a bit of bile. “I’m looking at his bone, it’s…out in the open. I’m afraid to move him.”

“Vespa can talk you through stabilizing the injury. Or we can come to you on foot, but--”

“But it’ll take twice as long to get him back to the ship,” Nureyev finishes, heart sinking. “They’ll be coming for us. We don’t have that kind of time.” He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. “Tell me what to do.”

xxx

Juno wakes up screaming.

“I know, Juno, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We’re almost there, darling. Just hold on for me. A little longer.”

Nureyev is carrying Juno on his back, doing his absolute damndest to keep from jostling the man’s injured leg. But even with the improvised splint, Juno is still getting bumped around with every step.

“Ju-ju-stop! Stop, please! Please.” He breaks down into loud sobs. “Please. Fuck! Please, Nureyev, please.”

Nureyev finds himself biting back tears at the sound of his partner’s begging.

“I can’t do that, darling. I’m so sorry. We must get you back to the ship so Vespa can do her work.”

Juno groans. “I hate you,” he mumbles.

He knows it’s the blood loss and the pain talking, but the words still send a shard of ice through Nureyev’s heart. He makes it a few more steps, and a few more shards puncture his ventricles, because he’s about to have to do something that he really doesn’t want to do.

Juno is slipping in his arms.

“My love?” he says.

Juno only grunts in reply.

“Darling, you’re going to want to brace yourself. I’m...I’m losing my grip on you and I’m afraid--I’m afraid I’m going to need to give you a boost.”

“Don’t.” The word comes out desperate and so very raw. “Nureyev, don’t!”

“Are you ready?”

“Don’t! Please, Peter please don’t do this please--”

Nureyev adjusts his hold on Juno, who barely manages to scream before going limp against Nureyev’s back. Nureyev steps a little faster, pushing himself to hurry, even just a little. His arms, especially his shoulders, are aching and his heart is hammering, his lungs burning, and he’s drenched in sweat. But it doesn’t matter because it’s Juno, stubborn, beautiful, infuriating, magnificent Juno, and Nureyev is going to fix this.

xxx

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