#civilian caretaker

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

The 24th One

TW: Blood, guns, attempted murder, fear, pain, stitches, painful wound cleaning, emotional breakdown, threats, slightly flirtatious drama queen villain, male whumpee

"Take it easy," a firm, but somehow saccharine voice called out from Civilian's living room.

Treading lightly and letting out an involuntary sharp gasp, her gaze flitted over to a figure mostly hidden by the shadows, like a charcoal drawing, the first rays of the sun peeking through the sheer, half-open curtain outlining his edges.

"Who are you?" she questioned, going back into her room to fetch a gun from the safe.

She tiptoed into the room, fingers tightening on the weapon as she flicked off the safety.

Civilian was met with a soft, amused chuckle. "I thought the spandex would be telling," the man she now identified as Villain replied, practically slouching in her armchair like he owned the place.

Her breathing went shallower, and her face paled. The all-too-happy figure in a dark, form-fitting suit with heavily mussed up light brown hair lounging around in her living room was one of the city's most dangerous criminals. And she was all alone with him and a gun she barely used. She wished to curse the fact that she'd chosen to live somewhere quiet, right on the outskirts, closer to her job. It didn't seem all too convenient now, did it?

"I'm gonna need you to put that down, love," the villain crooned, voice gentle and silky, but the hint of warning in it wasn't lost on her, much like a rose with thorns scattered across its stalk in a subtle manner, but still not invisible to the keen eye.

"And why should I do that?" she challenged, strengthening her death grip on the gun, defiance ablaze in her eyes. She wished she was as brave as she might have looked.

Except that didn't matter because the criminal seemed entirely amused with the situation, raising an eyebrow and letting out a soft laugh, greyish blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight with mirth. "Ah, as much as I admire the courage, I'm not in the mood for any games, so put the gun down and don't even think about calling the police. Not that it would save you anyway," he growled. The playfulness was still there in his demeanour, but he didn't make an effort to mask the threatening air of his tone.

"I hope you don't think I'm joking," he drawled lazily, pulling out a gun of his own and training it on Civilian's face.

"No," she stage-whispered, trying to ignore the nausea washing over her and the tightness in her chest. She mentally cursed herself for not shooting him the second she'd recognised him.

But killing people was not like the movies. It isn't something you walk away from, something a good night's sleep, if you could even afford such a luxury, would help you forget. Only truly terrible people, like the villain in her armchair, she presumed, could treat murder as a mundane part of their daily routine, like how one regards brushing their teeth.

But now, she didn't hold an inkling of power on the crime lord because while the civilian might hesitate, might back out completely, he wouldn't.

And besides, he had goddamn superpowers at his disposal; he could create wind. She would have to be extremely lucky to get a hit on him, and that was never something she was willing to gamble over when it came to her life.

She pried for any weaknesses, anything to use against the villain, but all she saw was a calm, almost relaxed person and a deadly weapon in his merciless grip.

"You know I really didn't want to do this. In all honesty, it's been a while since I've seen a girl this cute," he supplied, and if she didn’t know better, Civilian would've sworn he actually sounded disappointed, "but I don't like having to repeat myself," he concluded, a slight downturn of his lip being the only indication of any negative emotion he may have felt, with nothing behind those cold, steel-coloured eyes.

He rose up from the chair, and panic gripped the civilian. Both of them shot and missed, except the villain cried out, letting out a sharp gasp as he fell to the floor, holding onto the chair's leg like a lifeline. His gun was hurled across the room with a loud clattering noise, far away from his grip. A nasty laceration across his his abdomen spurted out blood.

She wondered how he'd gotten hurt if no bullets had hit him, and when the sunlight moved further into the room, she noticed that he'd popped some poorly executed stitches with his sudden movements. He tried to use his powers to pull his gun closer but to no avail. The pathetic, little breeze he'd created could barely move a leaf. Apparently, his injury had affected his power tremendously.

For a moment there, Villain looked terrified. Frantically groping around for his gun, looking two seconds away from howling out in agony as he moved as fast as his injured body could handle. There were bruises on his face, no doubt from a previous fight, and his eyes were wide as saucers, his breathing laboured. He was now at Civilian's mercy, and he knew it. This was his end, no way around it. For a man the heroes said claimed to 'dance with death', he seemed incredibly frightened of it. For the first time that night, he looked unbearably human.

She didn't understand why some sort of misguided empathy had led her to crouch down to his level and ask, "Can you walk?"

"What?" he choked out, snapping his head up sharply at her. And as though the fear from before had never been, he clenched his jaw, contracted the muscles in his face to pull it into something stone-hard and expressionless, trying his hardest to pull his form up into a semi-standing position, holding onto the coffee table with a white-knuckled grip. He tried again for his powers, but they failed him once more. Still, she could see the hint of wariness in his eyes as his gaze trailed over to her gun.

She got up and threw it aside. "Goddamn it," she snarled, drawing in a sharp breath and exhaling slowly. Well, if she died for being foolhardy, at least it would be a noble death. However, she'd made sure to keep both guns in her room. No more chances.

The villain's eyes widened again, not out of fear, but out of shock, clearly not being used to any displays of kindness. She walked over to him, letting him put his arm around her shoulders, struggling to shoulder his weight. He was incredibly tall, lean muscles outlined by his suit. The civilian finally managed to get him over to the couch. "I'm a med school student, final year," she supplied, and he let out an overly exaggerated sigh of relief.

She would've smirked, but she caught herself. Don't get too familiar. "Friendly reminder that I don't have any anaesthesia on hand right now."

He simply responded with a scoff, rolling his eyes at her.

"Alright tough guy, how would you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?" she asked, looking for a needle, thread and some antiseptic.

"Seven," he answered coolly. It still surprised her how he managed to preserve his composure while wounded like this, no wincing or shivers. But she reminded herself again that he was not a normal person.

Civilian unzipped the suit down to his abdomen, and the villain gave her an unbearably cocky grin, somehow managing to do that with blood snaking down from the ugly laceration on his body.

"Don't flatter yourself," she scolded, and she didn't understand why she'd said that, as though they were old friends used to exchanges full of banter. The civilian wondered if she'd become so secluded and terribly lonely that human interaction with anyone seemed appealing to her.

"Don't flatter me yourself with those eyes, love- ahggg!" The velvety tone and the lazy, half-lidded gaze were swiftly replaced with a sharp hiss as the villain squeezed his eyes shut, contracting and relaxing his muscles rhythmically to distract himself from the agonising sensation of the alcohol seeping into his wound, leaving his skin feeling like it was on fire.

"Easy, it'll be over soon," Civilian soothed awkwardly, unable to conceal the pang of sympathy she felt for him right now.

"Don't coddle me," he snapped, clearly more concerned with his wounded ego above anything else. Even beneath the smug smiles and stoicism, he clearly loathed the vulnerability. He hadn't been afraid of dying, she realised; he was afraid of dying in such a humiliating state.

Tragically poetic how he had the words 'Pride is my sin' tattooed on his right arm in all capitals, dark ink and a stylish font.

The civilian got him through the stitches, years of intensive studying and practice overriding her nervousness, stopping her hands from shaking the way they desperately wished to. Villain barely shivered or flinched during the process, and while he raised a sceptical eyebrow at her when she offered him a glass of water and painkillers, he swallowed them readily.

She washed her hands and threw him an icepack for the swollen bruises.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, and you should be uh, fine here," she supplied, gesturing to the couch with one hand as she zipped up the criminal's suit with the other.

"I guess this means I owe you a favour," he stated bluntly, a thoughtful, enigmatic look in his steely eyes.

"What?"

"I'm a crime lord, but that doesn't mean I'm a complete bastard," he reasoned, "you didn't kill me even when you had the chance. It's only fair."

"Why would I need a favour from you of all people?" She raised an eyebrow at him, moving a strand of ash blonde, wavy hair away from her eyes.

"In this city, you'll never know when you might need a favour from a guy like me. Anyway, take care of yourself, love." He sounded genuinely concerned, and the civilian hated it, so she awkwardly nodded at him.

When she got into the shower, finally away from the villain, her emotions came crashing down on her shoulders like solid rock. Her brave face in front of the villain had been a facade. She was terrified, incredibly guilty, all of the worst outcomes tormenting her mind in flurries of terrible thoughts. Try as she might, she couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face. There was no going back now.

Civilian may have preferred to stay awake after sunrise, but she was too exhausted. Or actually, she wished to escape her hellish thoughts, and this was the fastest and easiest way to free herself from her shackles.

We all dream of being kind, of offering help to those in need, yet in an imperfect world, acts of kindness come with an expensive price, one not everyone is willing to pay. This hour's enemy is the next hour's victim, today's proud and cruel are tomorrow's weak and defenceless. But the beautiful irony of life is that no matter how far one runs away from it, vulnerability is a destined fate, written in stone, an unavoidable risk. It is the one thing in a person's nature that marks a human being as such.

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[hadesstan]

June of Doom Day 24

"I think I'm going to be sick"

| Bleeding out | Illness | Cold Sweat |

Cw: The tags above

...

Civilian had no idea what they were doing as they packed bandages into Supervillain's wound.

They had stayed home, in bed, all day because of their cold. They were drugged up on cough medicine and enough pain killers to down a horse, which was the only reason Civilian could justify what they were doing, kneeling on their kitchen floor, as Supervillain bled out in front of them.

They had stumbled in at the door, bleeding all over the carpet as Civilian was trying to make themself some soup, and Civilian had, for some reason, decided to help.

So there they were, on the floor, packing the wound with as much finesse as a twelve year old as Supervillain broke out into a cold sweat.

Civilian cursed, shaking Supervillain to try and wake them, but they only succeeded in causing a few bubbles of blood to foam out of the wound.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Civilian muttered, reapplying pressure to the wound.

"You're going to be fine," a voice said from behind them, and Civilian whipped around to be face to face with Villain. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Boss with want to talk with you when they wake up."

Civillian panicked, their breathing turning erratic before they promptly fainted, ending up on the floor beside Supervillain, equally unconscious, as Villain and Henchman bent down to retrieve them.

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[whumpwillow]

False Target 3 | villain whump

Our whumper now has a name! I got it by combining the names Viren and Silco so there ya go 

warnings: past beating, implied past abuse, blood, torn lip, bloodstained teeth, referenced kidnapping

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“What should we do with the girl?” one of the guards holding Lea asked.

The girl...oh that’s me, she thought.

Virco waved a hand noncommittally, as if to shoo away the pointless question he couldn’t be bothered with. Logically, it did make sense if he were to use her as a hostage, but well, Lea wasn’t going to point that out to him.

“I don’t care,” he said. “Maybe she can capture True Target since my own men can’t seem to follow basic orders. Now come with me.”

The two guards released Lea’s arms and she stepped back to rub them, glaring daggers at Virco’s back as he walked away.

She heard a groan and turned to Kaiden, still a bloody mess on the floor. He lie there, writhing, a shattered form. He wrapped his arms around his midsection and curled in on himself, gritting his teeth. He breathed in shallow gasps and his face showed a mask of pain.

Lea made her way over to him now that she was free to move around. She knew she should try figuring out a way to make her escape, but there was nothing to be done about it when she was situated at the very heart of Virco’s base and likely surrounded by any number of his guards. Instead, she decided to focus on what she could do in the moment, which was to comfort a beaten man. Even if he was the one who got her into this mess in the first place.

Kaiden. That purple-haired freak.

He’d dogged her and True Target’s steps all throughout the past few weeks, driving them from one safehouse to another. Always on their heels, casting tension onto their shoulders.

Yet Lea felt no bitterness now, looking down at him. Clutching his bruised sides, his jaw drenched in blood, he looked worse than she’d ever seen him. And she knew he’d been in more than a few scuffles, having observed a new scratch or bruise on his face every time he appeared while trying to capture her and her brother, True Target.

Thinking back on it now, maybe those weren’t due to fights, but beatings.

She crouched down and set her hand on the man’s shoulder. He flinched at the contact, but only stared at her with bleary eyes and did nothing else.

“Hey.”

“What?” Kaiden snapped.

He narrowed his eyes at her. The action caused a few tears to fall and Kaiden turned his face away, covering it with his hand and aggressively swiping at his cheeks. Lea didn’t comment on it.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Kaiden sucked in air and coughed, though Lea thought it might have been meant to be a laugh. He turned back to face her, hands falling into his lap, tears and embarrassment forgotten in his bewilderment.

“I kidnapped you.”

Lea rolled her eyes. She sat down unceremoniously, feeling like this was going to be a long conversation.

“Yea, I know,” she replied with a droll tone. “But you deserved a punch. Something to knock that arrogant smirk off your face.”

Kaiden cough-laughed again, smirking at her. It looked odd and distorted with his torn lip. The blood staining his teeth was not helping matters either.

“Not…this,” Lea finished, gesturing vaguely at Kaiden’s battered body.

Lea reached out and Kaiden flinched slightly, but she kept her motions slow and visible as she placed a hand on his face. She gently tried to wipe away some of the blood before he abruptly turned away.

“I—I was…afraid,” he said, haltingly. “I thought he’d kill me.”

The shame was thick in his voice. Lea said nothing.

“...I’m sorry,” he continued.

Lea sighed and her shoulders sagged.

“I don’t forgive you,” she said,

Something happened then that Lea never thought she’d ever see. Kaiden squeaked. It was a pitiful sound, shrill and fearful. He began shivering again, and Lea realized he’d never really stopped after the beating, his body wracked with small tremors that ran up an down his spine. His chest rose and fell with his rapid inhalations.

“P-please—” he said with a sense of urgency.

Lea sat there and stared at him. She’d never heard him beg before today, and she’d never seen him beaten so mercilessly either. Seems the day was just full of firsts.

“Please,” Kaiden tried again, noting her lack of response. “I’m sorry, I really am, I’m sorry. I know—I know I did wrong by you—I’m sorry, just—just please—”

The words tumbled out from his bloody lips, trembling and breathless. His eyes were wide and wet. His trademark smirk was absent, and Lea found herself missing his snarky attitude, even when she’d hated it before. She hated this submissive creature in front of her even more.

“Hey,” Lea said. “Shh.”

Kaiden quieted.

It unsettled her how easy it was to get him to obey.

“I don’t forgive you, but...I understand. You have your reasons, and they just happened to get in the way of mine.”

Kaiden turned his face up. He looked like hell, but Lea smiled softly at the burgeoning hope she saw in his eyes, glistening along with his tears. She held out a hand to him and he stared at it for a second, surprised, before settling his own onto it.

“You don’t have to worry,” she continued. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

And Kaiden broke.

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[whump-a-la-mode]

Supervillain and Civilian

“I got- I got the message.” That menacing voice had been reduced to a bare croak, fingers trembling in a desperate attempt to keep their grip. Black bruises marked along their arm, in the form of what looked like… Bootprints. They’d been stomped on.

Who could stomp on Supervillain?

Supervillain and Civilian

Supervillain and Civilian Pt. 2

Supervillain and Civilian Pt. 3

Supervillain and Civilian Pt. 4

Supervillain and Civilian Pt.5

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[finaldreams1106]

That's Enough Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

They left Civilian in a small room with a table and two chairs, though not before giving her another thorough pat down. She sighed, and plopped into one of the two chairs, then slowly stood back up as the blood stains on the table registered.

Examining the furniture more carefully, Civilian saw the chair had restraints that had previously been hidden by the table. Swallowing dryly she looked around trying, and failing, to find cameras or mirrors or something that would match her idea of a legitimate police interrogation room. But there was nothing here, just four solid walls and the stained wood.

She backed into the far corner and slid to the ground, burying her face in her hands. Everything. She was beginning to suspect she had given up her literal life, rather than her figurative life.

The door slammed open several hours later, yanking Civilian out of her ruminations. She looked up to see Henchman standing in the doorway, he jerked his chin towards the table walking forward and closing the door behind him. He sat in one of the chairs one, Civilian noticed, that did not have the restraints built in.

"Come on, I need to talk to you." Henchman said.

Civilian stood and walked back over the chair, trying to avoid looking at the rusty streaks on the table between them. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, trying to keep her chin high and voice calm.

Henchman smiled, "relax. I just need you to tell me what happened, leading up to when I got in the car."

Civilian examined him, he looked relaxed. Leaning back, feet out, a faint smile encouraging her to speak. She sighed, "my phone died. So I didn't get the warning that Villain had been spotted."

Henchman didn't react when she said Villain's name, giving no clue as to his state.

Civilian took a deep breath and continued, "I, I realized what was going on after a while of not seeing anyone. But I didn't see what direction everyone went, or where Villain was so I picked a direction. Turns out it was the wrong right direction."

She closer her eyes, remembering her horror when she saw the beating. How much sicker she felt when she realized Hero was doing the beating rather than Villain.

"I took out my gun," it had been stupid to do so and she knew it. What use was a gun against Hero? "and, I knew that wouldn't be enough. The only weapon I had was the public. . . so I pulled my phone and pretended to record Hero while I approached."

Henchman whistled, and Civilian opened her eyes again remembering where she was and who she was talking to.

"Hero flew off when they saw my phone. I'm not a medic so I . . . I stole that car and Villain told me to drive to the burrows. He had activated a tracker so I just drove around until you found me."

Henchman nodded, leaning back even further. They stared at the ceiling for a moment, rocking on the two back legs of their chair.

"How is he?" Civilian asked, words tumbling out before she could stop herself.

Henchman's chair struck the floor loudly as they sat up straight again, appraising her. "Still alive."

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[warmfungi]

What fucks with me is an evil, despicable character, lost and alone while violently ill – abandoned without anyone to care for them... And then someone Finds them.

Someone who has no connection to them or isn't even remotely aware of their actions. To them, it's just a stranger that looks to be on the brink of death. As the villain, who's got more blood on their hands than they can brag about spilling, collapses onto the ground, this person rushes to them, completely unaware they're about to save the life of someone who's not worth their time.

However, I'm tired of this trope ending up with the villain back to their old ways in an instant. If that's your thing, sure – but I always find it annoying. Sometimes, I think, it takes a monster facing its own death to realize they should treat people better – were it not for mere coincidence, death would have swallowed them whole.

Instead, it only got to graze them – because someone cared. For once, someone cared, and the villain didn't plan to use it against them.

#whump #sickfic #villain x reader #villain x civilian #illness #look man when i say 'x Whatever' i mean platonic romantic or familial ok i do not care #this is being written as i think about a char whos my best friend #caretaker #fainting #caretaking

[trusthevillain]

"w-what you're gonna do?", the civilian asked as the Villain placed them on the ground, safe and sound.

"No one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.", Villain stated before getting up. "and they certainly shouldn't touch you without consent.", Villain glanced at the civilian one last time.

"I'll make sure they lose their eyes and hands first. "

#villain prompt #villain arc #villain #angst dialogue #caretaker x whumpee #whump prompt #villain x civilian #supervillain x civilian

[whump-blog]

Okay here comes the request. Hope this isn’t too specific :)

Caretaker finds their friend Whumpee drunk out of their mind. They don’t know what happened but nevertheless they bring Whumpee home and take care of them. Whumpee, being rather incoherent, accidentally confesses something (maybe their treatment with whumper, maybe a love confession of what they think is unrequited love, maybe something else…)

Sorry it took me so long to answer this, but there wasn't enough creative juice in me, haha. I know it's not exactly what you asked for, but I still hope you like what I wrote :)

Thank you @whumpinthepot for helping me with this and doing a proof reading.

CW: drunk whumpee, abuse, alcohol abuse, protective caretaker, wounded character

“What are ya' doing Hero?” asked Civilian blinking slowly, trying to get used to the light in the flat while Hero dabbed his face with a wet cloth.

“What am I doing? I'm trying to wipe all the scratches off your face, you- idiot!”

“Wh- what scratcheees?”

“The ones you got when you decided to start a fight with that guy from the bar.”

“Ooh yeees! Well- he deserved it. He shouldn't have taken my drink.” Civilian swayed, and Hero had to grab his shoulder to keep him still.

The night among friends had been going smoothly with drinks and laughter, until Hero lost sight of a drunk Civilian for a few minutes and things got out of control. Resulting in Hero having to drag him out and take him home.

“That wasn't your drink!" Hero started, but he knew it was a lost cause, "ahh- never mind, can you take off your shirt? I want to see that you don't have any more cuts under it.”

“Heh, are you trying to flirt with me?” Civilian teased, trying with trembling hands to remove his torn clothes.

Despite the evening's outcome, the friends were enjoying their time together, but when Hero saw under Civilian's shirt, his face turned pale and the room fell silent.

The multiple scars covering Civilian's chest showed just how negligent Hero had been as a friend. How was it possible? Hero wondered. How was it possible that someone had been hurting his friend and he hadn't noticed? 

“Who- who did this to you? When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?!” Hero bombarded Civilian with questions, while guilt and worry overwhelmed him.

“Wait- m’ head…” -Civilian pressed his eyes closed- “don't talk so- so loud," he said as if what Hero had just found out was not a big deal.

“Tell me, and I swear I will see to it that you get justice.”

“Wha- what ar-e you talking about?”

“Don't play dumb. Where did all those scars come from? Civilian, someone's been hurting you and that's- that's not right...”

In the silence after Hero spoke, all that could be heard was the gentle breeze ruffling the curtains. Civilian was quite drowsy from all the alcohol, and looked as if he would pass out before answering Hero's questions. Until he finally managed to put his words together to give a halfway coherent answer.

“I- well, all these here," Civilian pointed to his scars, "you don't have to wo-worry Hero, they we-were my fau-lt.”

“Civilian..." pity could be heard in his voice, "I don't know who told you that, but it's not true. None of this can be your fault.”

“Yes, yes it was. I- I got involved with the- the wrong-g people. If I had never met Supervillain… things wouldn't have gone this far.”

Civilian seemed lost in thought. But Hero now had more questions than answers. Suddenly, nothing seemed to make sense.

“So, was it Supervillain who hurt you like this?”

Hero was trying to remain calm, but a storm was raging inside him. What could Supervillain want with Civilian? No matter the reason, as soon as he got his hands on that son of a bitch, he would make him regret ever having scratched a kind and gentle person like Civilian.

“Well, yes- in part…”

“In part? What do you mean? Has someone else been hurting you?”

“Ah well…yes… hm- erm, I,” Civilian hesitated looking at Hero in the eyes, “I told you it was my fault… if only I had been better… I brought this on myself."

“Civilian, you have to tell me the truth, you can't go on like this." Hero pressed.

As the conversation went on, Civilian looked more and more stressed until a few tears managed to escape from his eyes. “I- I just, I don't want to tell you.” 

“Why?”

“You're going to get mad at me.”

“Civilian, that's not true, we are friends.”

“You won't want to be my friend anymore.”

“Everything is going to be okay. Just tell me. I can't see you hurt like this”

Hero took Civilian's hand into his own in a gesture that was intended to reassure his friend. But, which in fact ended up breaking Civilian, who began to sob inconsolably.

“I'm sorry, Hero, I'm sorry... It- It was you-”

If the night hadn't been strange enough, that last sentence had knocked him off his feet. That was not possible. For a long moment, Hero stood frozen without saying a word, without moving a muscle, just listening to his friend sobbing in the background. Until finally it all clicked. The answer had been so obvious. Only, he had been too blind to see it.

“Villain?” the question leapt from his mind and escaped his lips.

At the mention of that name, the sobbing turned to heavy weeping, and that was more than proof enough. Hero hesitated for a moment, but ended up sitting on the sofa next to- his friend? Perhaps the years of friendship had been a lie, all a great manipulation. It was the first thing that crossed Hero's mind. If it wasn't for the alcohol, Civili- Villain would never have revealed his identity. But the good times he had spent with his friend had felt real, Hero couldn't remember Villain ever taking advantage of Hero's ignorance of his identity and trying to get information out of him as Civilian. Besides, the scars on Villain's body were very real. Those could not be faked. Now that he thought about it, on occasions when Hero had fought with Villain, he had inflicted wounds to defeat him that he could now see reflected in some of the many scars on Villain's body. But he was definitely not the cause of all of them.

With that in mind, Hero moved his arms slowly until he wrapped Villain in a gentle hug. At the unexpected physical contact, his friend flinched, but when the surprise passed, he just rested his head on Hero's shoulder and cried there for a long time. By the time Villain had calmed down, the night breeze had stopped.

“So- you don't hate me?" was the first thing Villain asked, "can we still be friends?"

“Of course I don't hate you. Whatever happened doesn't change anything, you have been my friend for many years and always will be.” Hero shook his head. “I- I just don't understand why Supervillain would do something like this to you, you're his ally.” 

If Hero wanted answers, it would be better to get them now. Once the alcohol had cleared out of Villain's system, he would probably return to his charmingly stoic and cocky self. But... was it really the right thing to do to take advantage of the situation? Villain would never have confessed to something like this in his right mind. But before Hero could further question the morality of his actions, Villain voiced one last thought.

“H- he do- doesn't like useless- people. Losing to you…” he sighed, “I will always be a failure to him…” 

After that statement, a last tear rolled down Villain's cheek as he fell asleep in Hero's embrace.

Hopefully the next morning he won't be able to remember anything, Hero thought as he laid Villain on the couch to finish treating his wounds. Some of which he had apparently caused himself.

He would definitely pay Supervillain a friendly visit tomorrow.

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[whumpdrivethru]

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.”

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[automeris-io-moth]

Tis, I the weirdly obsessive fanatic of your blog. Yes, I have slipped into your asks. No, you cannot get rid of me, I will forever be a piece of gum stuck to your shoe.

Anyway with that being said, (I dont know if you are open to part two requests but if you are) may I request a part two of “One to go”? I know you’ve posted it very recently but I’m a selfish, greedy fool who is in desperate need of your writing.

Sincerely, the weirdly obsessive fanatic.

(Seriously though, if I’m getting annoying feel free to spray me with a pesticide.)

- 🤎

One to go pt.2

Part one

The room smelled of ash and wood, warm, orange light illuminated the room, flickering shadows on the walls. The walls were painted in an ashy kind of brown, as in their father’s old studio back at the hills, tainted in a light yellow undertone. Then, they concluded, it could not be the Hero’s base Civilian last remembered being, they wouldn’t smoke and leave ash roaming around for long enough to taint inside of their building, the press would talk. 

Civilian was finding themselves counting aimlessly the cracks and lumps up in the ceiling looking to dissipate the fuzziness they still felt, the usual sensation of being barely woken up, known and common, still, that time, it felt heavier, harder to break off of.

Something was off, many things. Their head was heavy, and an odd feeling settled deep inside their stomach, they could identify the reason for neither, swallowing harshly to soothe the dryness on their throat, and trying with that to ground themselves a little better. 

Warm fingers settled over their freezing skin, holding their right arm carefully, thumb caressing over her skin steadily, almost mechanically. 

Until it stopped. 

“You’re awake,” a voice said, a voice they remembered having heard from somewhere, even when the where was still quite blurry “I’m glad, how are you…?” 

It was nausea, they came to find the unsettledness in their stomach, as they sat up straight, throwing their head over the side of the bed and emptying their stomach on the dark wooden floor. 

…On the dark wooden floors.

There was no such thing in their home not in the base of the friend they had so stupidly go to visit, it wasn't worth it, everyone said, with blood and ash constantly staining the carpets and marble, fancy, expensive wood was simply a bad idea, harder to clean, easier to stain. 

They sat up back straight after thinking themselves finished, holding their arms close with their hands, aiming to prevent the shivering from both the morning coldness and the fear building in their back and their arms and their legs.

“You’re all right, Civilian,” Supervillian said, voice calm for such a situation “oh dear, you certainly can’t handle sedatives very well, I’ll write it down.” 

“Se…sedatives?” their voice trembled.

The other stood, gracefully reaching for a glass on the nightstand, handing it to the Civilian, who watched it closely yet never really took it.

“None of that now, you need to drink something, you’ve been out for two days and a night,” they said, pushing further against the other’s hands, Civilian shook their head, pushing it right back at them.

Supervillian sighed, gulping down a drink from the glass, then offering it back again. 

“It was not me who drugged you.” 

After being offered it yet again, Civilian grabbed it quickly, drinking it down to wash the taste left in their mouth. They took a deep breath, and stared back at the criminal sitting so casually before them. 

No one said anything for a minute. 

“It wasn’t Hero.” 

“Were they not?” 

“Of course they were not!” of course, they repeated in their head, trying to remember the events of the night prior.

“You don’t remember, do you?” the criminal asked, brow lifted and smile amused. “You were laying on the secondary living room when I reached the place, they kept the fire on, so very considerate, smoke gathering around a very closed room with a very much locked door.” 

Civilian laid back, nausea threatening to return. They stayed focused or so they tried, in the other’s words. 

“You did say some very interesting things, probably was the fever more than the sedative speaking.” 

“What did I say?” Civilian asked, heart racing at the thought of saying something they shouldn’t have with such a character listening. 

“You talked about Hero quite a bit, how excited you were for them to return, you didn’t quite finish telling them about your discovery, the DNA fragment which predisposes, after a certain activation through epigenetic changes, the appearance of powers, if I remember correctly.” 

“I don’t…I shouldn’t.”

“I’m guessing they weren’t a fan of your discovery, circumstances given.” 

But of course there was an explanation, Civilian thought, an event of great relevance between them telling Hero about their investigation, being locked in a room full of smoke, and Supervillian getting to them. They were not even sure if what the criminal said was true or a very elaborated story to make them hesitate andescape. 

They wouldn’t, of course, they had to leave, they’d already talked enough.

“I’d love to have that head of yours on my side.” 

Civilian threw up once more.

***

Supervillain stared at the security cameras in their office. 

First escape attempt, three hours and forty-five minutes after leaving them to sleep. 

They had to go catch their new official personal scientist. 

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Part three

Part four

Masterlist

I am, in fact, open to requests for second parts, even more so for one that I was really excited about doing.

It feels a bit strange that people are really liking what I write, I'm quite happy about it.

Thank you very much for the request :) I hope it lives to the expectation, maybe I will continue it to a third part with a bit more Supervillain-Civilian closeness

By the way, rereading some pieces I've seen that I have some typos and grammatical mistakes, I've been correcting them as I go, sorry :(

That's all, bye :)

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[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #124

“Civilian?” sounded the voice tentatively from the dark.

Civilian didn’t bother lifting their head from their pillow. They were used to these late night check-ins by now. “Hm?”

“Do you…love me?”

Civilian’s eyes shot open. That was new.

Supervillain stood huddled by their bedside, head bent, arms folded tightly across their chest.

“It’s just, you saved me, and you’re nice to me, and you let me stay with you, so I thought maybe… Sorry, stupid question.”

Civilian caught Supervillain’s wrist, immediately regretting the abrupt movement as the ex-criminal’s entire body flinched away from them. Civilian released them fast, holding up their hands in a soothing motion even though they knew it was too dark to see.

“Hey. It’s ok. It’s all ok now.” They took their hand again, this time softer. “Of course, I love you.”

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[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Bloody Love Letter

The overdue fluff (I tried, okay?) snippet for @thelazywitchphotographer

TW: Blood, murder mention, knife mention

To most people, the sound of footsteps padding across asphalt in the middle of the night would have been worrying, but Villain didn't exactly fit into the category of 'most' people. Besides, these particularly heavy footsteps were dragging across the street slowly, probably belonging to a drunkard, all the more reason for her not to give a damn.

Still, she decided to humour her unfortunate stalker, turning around to face them, the expression on her face something between irritable and smug, one dark eyebrow arched and a very slight upturn of her lips.

The familiar mask that she was so used to wearing seemed to practically melt into nothing as she realised who the footsteps actually belonged to: Civilian. The man was dressed in his usual business casual, a pair of jeans and a white shirt, except this time, it was more of a shredded rag of blood-stained fabric than a shirt.

Scratches and bruises littered his face, dark crimson encrusted on the corner of his lips, and he was also sporting a black eye. Except the civilian was unfazed in the slightest, as though this was some sort of everyday occurrence. "I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," he remarked casually in response to the look of utter shock the villain had failed to hide, her eyes going wide.

"What happened?" she questioned, as the muscles of her face worked to pull it into a neutral expression.

The civilian snorted incredulously. "I skipped my skincare routine, so I don't look as pretty as usual," he retorted, his lips stretched into something between a smirk and a dark scowl.

This was the kind of insolence that the villain would kill people for, but Civilian had been sharp enough to notice he was an exception, an idea that was frankly poisonous to the villain. She wished to remind him exactly just how dangerous the game he was playing was, but in his current state, it really didn't seem like the time.

So, she simply ran a hand down her face exasperatedly, "Who did this to you?" she demanded, a slight edge of well-concealed anger to her tone that she knew the man would catch.

"What I did to him. You should've seen the other guy." He grit his bloodstained teeth in a feral grin, an expression the villain had never known he was capable of, thanks to his usually mild-mannered nature.

The villain sucked in a sharp breath, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever had warranted this kind of reaction from the civilian was definitely terrible.

Or maybe, if his words and cocky attitude weren't misplaced, this was an indication that the man was a lot more dangerous than he'd seemed, and she just wasn't entirely pleased with that conclusion.

"Alright, hotshot. What did you do?" she challenged, her own piercing blue eyes trained on the civilian's sage green ones, trying to stare through him as though he was no more than a sheet of paper, as though something in his resolve would crumble.

It was the civilian's turn to take in a heavy, measured breath, his gaze refusing to meet the villain's. He seemed almost lost, for lack of a better word, worrying his lip between his teeth, his smug attitude crumbling incredibly fast. "I- killed him," he admitted, trying hard to hide the solemness in his tone with a matter-of-fact intonation, a poor cover-up he failed to paint over the nervousness.

The civilian was never the type to take risks. Before he'd met the villain, he was as cautious as could be, a normal man with a normal job who lived in a very normal neighbourhood. Or that was what the criminal had took him for at first, until she'd found out that this was merely the tip of the iceberg. The civilian had gotten tired of trying to glaze over every side of him with well-fabricated normalcy.

But to confess to murder? That was lightyears away from "trying to change things", from driving a little faster than he was used to or any of the new things he'd done after he'd known her. If there was any shred of his old self, of any basic common sense, he should've already noticed by now that there was a great chance he'd ruined his life, shredded it to pieces.

"Why?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper, instinctually feeling like she would despise his answer.

This time, there was no hesitation in the civilian's tone. "He said he'd go after you. Said he'd hurt you, and I wasn't giving him that chance. Consider it my bloody love letter," he half-snarled, his fists clenched and the muscles of his face taut with conviction.

The villain tried for a few false starts, only for nothing to come out, her lips left parted in surprise. 

At that, the civilian's expression softened into something she'd never seen before, into something she realised she wished to see more often, something that lit up his features beautifully. 

The civilian was a good-looking man, in a strangely dishevelled sort of way. Dark, wind-ruffled hair with very slight flecks of grey and unwaveringly bright tourmaline eyes that never seemed to dim no matter how exhausted he was. Surprisingly, the crimson streaked across his face seemed to highlight the high-set cheekbones; somehow rendering his current frazzled state even more beautiful than what he usually looked like.

And the realisation that she found the civilian attractive seemed to hit her like a freight train, as did any wave of strong emotion she wasn’t accustomed to. Still, the lingering tension in the air as he crossed the distance between them was very palpable.

“I love you.” The soft smile he gave her at her expression of surprise was equal parts cruel as it was kind. The villain had never been the oblivious one, the shocked audience of a plot twist. So openly vulnerable with someone who downplayed his own cleverness more often than not as a protective tactic.

But she wasn’t exactly sure she hated it. Quite the contrary. She’d evaluated their relationship as that of two unlikely friends aware of each other’s attractiveness and no more, something surface-level and entertaining, but she’d come to realise in that moment, that she’d been wrong. 

“I love you too,” she offered as the civilian’s surprisingly warm fingers skirted across her hand, and Villain tentatively got closer, her lips pressed to his jawline, almost fitting there perfectly. She didn’t mind the blood on her mouth, she probably didn’t even notice as the civilian pulled away for a moment, her breath catching in her throat until he got closer again, a soft, almost high-pitched laugh of euphoria escaping his lips as they made contact with the crown of her hair, velvet-soft and blissfully cool against her skin.  

“Do you trust me enough to let me take you home so I can fix you up?” she asked.

He pulled away again, a wild, wolfish look in his eyes. “You know, I didn’t even need a knife to kill him,” he answered cryptically, except between the two of them, this was a clear enough response.

✨Timeskip✨

"Just one more left," she said placatingly.

"Well it burns," he hissed, pulling himself away from the cloth soaked in antiseptic near his face, and yet he made absolutely no effort to stop her from pushing him down on her lap again, unless you considered a petulant mock-pout an effort.

"I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," the criminal replied swiftly, quoting him from earlier with her lip curling upwards subtly as she wiped away the last of the blood and dirt on him. The civilian looked significantly younger with all the gunk off, the white hairs seeming to have shown up prematurely, with him being so stressed half the time.

Except right now, he sported a lazy half-smile, looking at her admiringly through half-lidded eyes, lashes so enviously long they fell against his cheek when he blinked. He lifted himself upright, easily pulling her into his lap and tracing the shape of her cheekbone with his finger and then slowly kissing it. "It's never been fair, how gorgeous you've always looked, but now that you're mine, maybe it is, only slightly more just," he crooned, kissing the other cheek with a haunting gentleness that made it seem impossible that he could've killed someone, but with enough passion to prove the previous assumption incorrect.

The villain hummed thoughtfully, pulling him even closer somehow and running her fingers through his hair, smooth like strands of silk now that he'd showered. She felt him shiver, knowing full-well he was touch-starved, "It's alright. You'll get used to it."

"I will," he replied with a smirk, except he leaned further into the touch as she ran her hands through his hair and down to his shoulders, still unaccustomed but the small smile on his lips as he closed his eyes indicated his approval of the touch.

Love is not as concrete as we like to believe. It is certainly senseless to try and learn the exact mechanisms of it because only a fool would wish to learn of something that does not exist and never could. And sure, it is a terrifying product of fate, an outcome of a game where you can only control half of the moves, but still, love is such an awfully human quality; just as wild, just as unpredictable and just as beautiful. It holds the power to draw blood, to start fires but also to bring the taste of euphoria to your lips better than any drink or drug could ever hope to.

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[meraki24601]

Whumptober 2023 Masterlist

I successfully completed Whumptober! Woohoo!!!

I never thought I would actually make it to the end between work, making my Halloween costume, and prepping for NaNoWriMo, but here we are! Here is a list of all my posts for the challenge with short descriptions of each.

All of my posts have OCs. Please don't use or repost any of my writing, but you're welcome to use the prompts as inspiration. If you do, I would be grateful for a short shoutout. I'd love to see your work!

Fast List:

Not Sick (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8)

Prompts (Dialogue, Concept)

Accidentally Triggered

Pulling Punches

You're a Liar

Dawn (Part 2 and Part 3 written after the event)

Cliff (Part 1, Part 2)

First Mission

Quotes

New Collar

Taken Away

Not Tonight

Thief (Version 1, Version 2) (Part 2 of Version 2 written after the event)

Just a Fever: Part 3 (Part 1 and Part 2 written previously)

A New Pet: Part 3 ( Part 1 and Part 2 written previously)

You Look Awful

Don't Look at Me

Scented Candle

Held

Empty

Day 1- Not Sick: Part 1

Prompt: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Content: sickfic, refusing medical care, collapse

Whumpee is sick, dizzy, and completely in denial. Could they ask Caretaker for help? Yes. Are they going to hold out until Caretaker finds out on their own? Also yes.

Day 2- Not Sick: Part 2

Prompt: thermometer

Content: Sickfic, fever, touch starved, touch aversion, weak whumpee

A continuation of part 1, Caretaker is taking care of a very sick Whumpee. They'd never seen Caretaker so kind. It was kind of nice.

Day 3- Accidentally Triggered

Prompt: "Make it stop."

Content: Panic Attacks, learning triggers

Whumpee was just trying to research the symptoms of a panic attack. They didn't expect it to trigger their own. It's a good thing Caretaker was there to help them through it.

Day 4- Not Sick: Part 3

Prompt: "You in there?"

Content: Sickfic, fever, hiding, weak whumpee, found, protective whumpee

A continuation where Whumper comes to bring Whumpee back. If they weren't sick, maybe they could have done something to make sure Whumper could never find them or Caretaker.

Day 5- Pulling Punches

Prompt: Pinned down

Content: Hiding injuries, nongraphic blood, passing out, protective Villain

Hero has to fight Villain with injuries from another enemy. Of course, Villain doesn't know this. They can't let Villain know. Villain would kill them in a heartbeat, wouldn't they?

Day 6- Not Sick: Part 4

Prompt: Made To Watch

Content: Sickfic, fever, vomiting, implied self-harm, non-graphic torture

A continuation where Whumpee makes a deal with Whumper. If that deal happens to involve watching as Whumper hurts their friend, well, they don't really have a choice, do they?

Day 7- Not Sick: Part 5

Prompt: “Can you hear me?”

Content: Sickfic, fever, blood, mentioned blades, past torture, passing out, restrained

A continuation where Whumpee and Caretaker deal with the immediate aftermath of Whumper's visit.

Day 8- Dialogue Prompt

Prompt: Outnumbered

Content: Dialogue only, impossible situation

A few lines with two characters discussing the future.

Day 9- You're a Liar

Prompt: “You're a liar.”

Content: traitor, confrontation

Sidekick has betrayed Hero and given Villain their plans. Hero needs to gather proof before Sidekick realizes they know.

Day 10- Not Sick: Part 6

Prompt: broken phone

Content: Sickfic, fever, touch aversion, weak whumpee, injured, checking for injuries, refusing medical care

A continuation where Whumpee and Caretaker attempt to help each other recover now they both have a bit of their strength back.

Day 11- Dawn

Prompt: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” and animal trap

Content: Vampire Whumpee, trapped, left for dead

Whumpee is caught in a bear trap. Will their only hope (a human hunter) save them, or leave them there to die in the morning sun?

Day 12- Not Sick: Part 7

Prompt: “I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?”

Content: Sickfic, fever, blood, insomnia, injuries, ptsd, weak whumpee

A continuation where Whumpee and Caretaker are finally able to rest. Whumpee fully intends to do so, but they have to do something first. They can't rest until their job is done.

Day 13- Not Sick: Part 8

Prompt: “I don’t feel so good.”

Content: Sickfic, fever, weak whumpee, falling asleep, talking about mental health

The end of Not Sick. In this, Whumpee and Caretaker talk about what happened. Maybe if they're honest with each other, they'll both make it out alright.

Day 14- Cliff

Prompt: water inhalation

Content: drowning, falling, knocked out, passing out, rescue

Villain threatens to kill Civilian by dropping them off a cliff. Can Hero save them, or will they die trying?

Day 15- First Mission

Prompt: “I’m fine.”

Content: injured, worried, getting advice

Mentor is worried about Hero. Hero is worried about Sidekick. Can they talk it out or is there a reason for greater concern?

Day 16- Quotes

Prompt: “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Content: Hospital, LOTR quotes, hurt/comfort

Whumpee is a nerd. Their love of quotes means more when they're dying.

Day 17- New Collar

Prompt: Collar

Content: pet whump

Whumper is buying their pet a new collar. A friendly sales associate stops to help them find the perfect one. It amuses Whumper to know they don't know the collar is for a human, not an animal.

Day 18- Taken Away

Prompt: Blindfold

Content: Kidnapped, chloroform, knocked out, betrayal

Whumpee is terrified as they're taken from their own home. The heartbreak of being betrayed by the ones closest to them only makes it worse.

Day 19- Not Tonight

Prompt: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Content: Suicidal ideation, mind control, protective villain

Villain is ready to fight, but Hero is ready to die. When Villain realizes this, what will they do? Will they take advantage of the situation or force Hero to fight to survive?

Day 20- Whump Prompts

Prompt: Blanket

Content: Whump scenarios

Whumpy situations to put your favorite Whumpee in.

Day 21- Cliff: Part 2

Prompt: “Don't move.”

Content: Drowning, secondary drowning, waking up, rescue

Civilian and Hero survived the fall, but can they make it back to safety before anything else goes wrong?

Day 22- Thief Version 1

Prompt: “Watch out!”

Content: homeless, stealing, hiding injuries, framed, protective villain

Villain catches Hero stealing from their store. What happened to their rival? Is this the end for Hero, or do they deserve to be saved?

Day 23- Just a Fever: Part 3

Prompt: Stalking

Content: Sickfic, stalking, weak hero, kidnapped

A continuation of a series started before Whumptober where Hero finds themselves at the mercy of Villain. Taken from their home, can Hero even stand or will they anger Villain?

Day 24- Thief Version 2

Prompt: neglect

Content: homeless, stealing, hiding injuries, framed, protective villain

A second version of the story where Villain catches Hero stealing from their store. What happened to their rival? How is Hero even still alive? What will Villain do about it?

Day 25- A New Pet: Part 3

Prompt: Storm

Content: Pet whump, related caretaker and whumpee, injured, blood, training, kidnapped, previous torture

Caretaker has been reunited with Whumpee. Now, they just have to get Whumpee away from Whumper before they're killed.

Day 26- You Look Awful

Prompt: "You look awful."

Content: Sickfic

Whumpee is sick. Caretaker is ready for dinner.

Day 27- Don't Look at Me

Prompt: Scars

Content: Scars, Hero x Villain, panic attack

Hero is weak. They're not strong enough to be worthy of their enemy. Not in battle, not as a lover, not at all. Unsurprisingly, Villain disagrees.

Day 28- Don't Pass Out

Prompt: “We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now.”

Content: Stranded, non-graphic blood, injury, trapped, rescue

Hero and Villain are both stranded in the middle of nowhere. Will Hero follow their new orders regarding their enemy?

Day 29- Scented Candle

Prompt: Scented Candle

Content: Panic attack, flashback, triggered, hurt/comfort

Whumpee is triggered during their birthday party. Caretaker helps.

Day 30- Held

Prompt: Bridal Carry

Content: Injured, waking up, carried

Whumpee wakes up in Whumper's arms.

Day 31- Empty

Prompt: Empty

Content: Depression, ptsd, dissociation, threatened

Whumpee is scared, and the only way to deal with that is by making sure they're numb any time they're around Caretaker. Unfortunately, Caretaker isn't a fan of that plan.

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[whumpwillow]

False Target masterlist

Description: a villain’s henchman brings back the wrong person on a mission and is punished severely for his failure.

Content: kidnapping, henchman whumpee, villain whumper, civilian caretaker, heroes and villains, piercing pull, beatings

warnings for the series: beatings, piercing pull, mouth whump, kidnapping, individual warnings listed at the beginning of each chapter

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continuous storyline:

Part 1: failure

Part 2: snap

Part 3: comfort

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asides:

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picrews:

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other: 

names, 

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Supervillain and Villain

The pressure was more than enough to choke. If only Supervillain was allowed the privilege of choking. That would, of course, require oxygen. The ability to fight back. The ability to breathe.

All privileges they had lost.

Supervillain and Villain

Supervillain and Villain Pt.2

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That's Enough Part 3

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"Turn into that parking garage." Henchman's gruff voice had devolved into something a little more panicked over the last ten minutes as they spent less time worrying about Civilian going the wrong way and more time trying to fit their upper half into the back seat to look after Villain.

Civilian flipped their blinker on and swung into the garage, blinking as they drove out of the bright sunlight. Directly ahead of them were two more people, standing on either side of a hole in the wall the size of a large truck. What should have been solid concrete appeared to be a sliding door, blocking the curving path into the garage itself. Civilian glanced over their shoulder at Henchman, who was doing something with Villain's chest wound, but they didn't say anything more.

One of the two people waved impatiently, so Civilian bit their lip one final time, and headed into the tunnel. The dim light of the garage faded almost immediately as the surprisingly silent door slid shut. They fiddled with the various levers of the car, looking for the headlights. Only for them to be revealed a moment later as a dial on the dashboard by the sudden glare of red lights turning on around them.

Civilian froze, looking up at the half dozen weapons leveled at them through the windshield. Carefully they slid the car into park and lifted their hands. A second later they were pulled from the driver's seat, a black cloth bag pulled over their head. They were shoved down to the ground, their dead phone and wallet taken, then their gun pulled from its holster and immediately pressed against their temple, a gruff warning not to move or make a sound. They squeezed their eyes shut, feeling the heat of their breath against the bag as they struggled not to hyperventilate.

"Be careful, he's banged up enough without you dragging him out like that!"

"Well, it's not my fault we don't have room to get a gurney alongside the car."

More stifled shouting, the words barely carrying to Civilian's prone form.

"Who . . . is that?" someone asked, clearly hostile.

"She was driving the boss, followed every direction to get here." The two were getting closer, and Civilian recognized Henchman's voice.

"So you decided to lead her straight to us?"

"We were about to abandon this entrance anyway, seemed like a low risk. Besides, the boss must have told her to come to the burrows. He was no where near us when --"

The voice suddenly cut off, but Civilian knew what Henchman had been about to say. "when Hero got hold of them."

"anyway, she's done nothing but cooperate. At least we should wait to see what the boss thinks."

Civilian stiffened. What the boss thinks? They were going to keep her hostage until he recovered? But then again, what was her alternative. . . go to the police, get arrested, and lose everything? She choked a bit, again realizing what she had done. Everything. She had thrown away everything.

A hand grabbed her shoulder and hauled her back to her feet, "let's go," her captor said. Yanking her down the tunnel.

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