#civilian whumpee

[automeris-io-moth]

Please please, can we have some rescued Civilian? From anyone, just, ✨ rescued civilian✨ 

Rescued.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"

Civilian offered no response, curling further against the wall, blood still warm, staining their face. 

They hid their face behind their knees and hands.

"Right, love?" Villain insisted, voice trembling as they kneeled before their partner "They wanted to use you against me, Hero wanted to hurt you.” 

Villain took off their mask with a harsh pull, throwing it to the side. They reached forward slowly, wanting for Civilian to face them, perhaps that way, they thought, the sight of their lover would ease them.

It didn't. 

As the blood-stained fingers brushed against Civilian’s face the trembling person whimpered in fear.

Shocked, Villain took away their hand. 

“I’m sorry, Civilian,” they whispered “I never meant for you to be involved in any of this.” 

“Let me leave,” Civilian’s voice trembled. “I won’t tell anyone who you are.”

Villain sighed. 

“I know you won’t. Stand up.”

A second, a heartbeat. 

As gently as they could, yet firmly still, Villain grabbed onto their arm, pulling them up. Trembling legs pushed them straight into the arms of the criminal, barely able to keep themselves up, Civilian felt the arms of their lover - the killer - sneak behind their waist to keep them upright, such a normal, mundane action from them, brought shivers to their spine. 

With a clean, white handkerchief, Villain cleaned their face. Then, they placed their jacket right back on, all sight of blood gone from view. 

“We’re going back home,” they said, looking right back at the wide, teary eyes that stared at them, kissing the forehead of their lover “I’m gonna take care of the wounds Hero dared to make on you, I’ll clean you up. Then, I’ll cook you something hot, something you like. We’ll eat dinner together, and then we’ll talk.” 

Civilian shook their head, crying harder. 

“I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. I would never, ever hurt you,” they grabbed their chin, lifting Civilian’s face up to make them face them “but I don’t have the same considerations for others, so be careful when we go out on the streets, love.”

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Masterlist

Rescued Civilian, yes. Terrified of their rescuer Civilian, also yes.

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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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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1249

Anon asked:

Prompts for civilian whumpee? (maybe including guilt from friends / lover)

I have some:

Wrong place, wrong time as always for this one - being on the wrong train/plane or in a taxi/car etc at the wrong time.

Maybe they just happen to be out in public when Stuff goes down - they could get caught up in the rush of people trying to escape.

If the characters are what caused the Stuff to happen, then when they find out the whumpee was in the crowd they're overridden with guilt.

The whumpee tries to comfort them, saying that "I don't blame you, it was my fault for being there!"

^ Which begs for the following: "People got hurt, regardless of if [I / whumpee] was there." - this just makes the characters feel worse.

If the characters were at home at the time, maybe they're watching the news/waiting for the whumpee to return home.

Maybe they try to go out to find them, only to be met with the chaos of the aftermath (destroyed buildings/crowds/emergency services etc)

#whump #writing #prompts #angst #worry #civilian whumpee

[whumpasaurus101]

Heyyyyy! Your writing is absolutely amazing I love it! I was wondering if you could do something with a civilian being chased by a group of men, they quickly turn into an ally and hide as the men run past but the villain is there and see’s the civilian so they try to scare them but they realize that the civilian is badly injured so villain decide to help civilian?

WAAAAAA oh my goodness thank you youre so sweet!!!!!! I hope this is okay!!💜

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Civilian’s heartbeat was practically thumping in their ears. Their throat feeling tight as they took in choked gasps. Their body felt on fire.

Each step they took lit up every nerve in their body. They ran with one hand, the other clutching over their side as blood dripped from the gash. They grimaced but forced their legs to keep moving.

“Get back here you little shit, we’re not done with you,” One of the men roared. God, how did they get to this?? One minute they met a stupid bet and the next they were being chased by a bunch of hooligans.

Civilian’s eyes darted around the street before they saw an opening between two buildings. They forced themself to quicken their pace and turned into the alleyway.

Their back hit the wall as they watched the men run by, completely oblivious.

They were heaving for air, bloodied hand clutching to their side. They gasped in breaths, not enough for their liking.

“Well well well, what a pretty little thing to be wandering around these kind of streets.”

Civilian tensed as they unwillingly turned around, “St-stay back!” They tried to ignore the way their voice shook as they spoke.

Villain stared at them for a moment before bursting out laughing, taking a step forward as they tucked a curl behind Civillian’s ear, “My my, you are a cute one, hm?”

Civilian practically trembled under their touch, looking up at Villain with tears brimming their eyes. Villain gently shushed them, dragging a knife along Civillian’s kneck, stopping just under their chin, “You scared?”

Civillian couldn't even muster up the words, their mouth opening and closing, only a rasp escaped their throat as they watched the Villain- who loomed over them- with wide eyes.

“Ohhhhh, I could have my fun with you~ you’d look absolutely devine with my name branded along riiiiight-” they dragged the knife down Civillian’s throat, ghosting it just under their collarbone and stopped, “Here.”

Civilian flinched back, whimpering as their head spun, Villain’s voice barely coherent. They felt their knees buckle and watched as Villain’s face quickly turned to concern.

Villain was quick enough to catch Civillain, “Heyheyhey, easy,” Villain whispered against them, “Who did this?

Civilian let out a sob. Clinging onto Villain’s shirt as the pain engulfed them. “Please make it stop,” They sobbed, “Ple-please… it-it hurts.”

“It’s alright,” Villain whispered, “I’ve got you. I need a name though…”

Civillian whimpered, looking up at Villain, tears slowly rolling down their face, “He-Hero-“ they choked out before breaking into sobs, “Hero and their g-gang, they- they did it! I uhm..I made a be-bet and.. and I lost and- they did it…”

Villain stopped. How could Hero? Not only the city’s protector- but Villain’s own significant other? They held Civilian tighter, “Don’t worry… I’ll sort them out. They’ll never hurt you again.”

#THANK YOU ANON!!!! #asks my beloved #the best way to pass time until therapy is post hurt beans NSNSJSJSJSD #whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #civilian #villain caretaker #hero whumper #civilian whumpee #lee wrote something :o

[shywhumpauthor]

Two Weeks of Whump—Day Seven

Cyanide // False Imprisonment // Blindfold

Masterlist

Heyyy this is really short and awful sorry, I didn’t really know what to do for it and usually I’m able to just keep writing something but that was not the case for this. I know I’ve said this a hundred times in the past few days but Noah is the only thing I can write easily now. I don’t have to fight for the words like with this, they just come. But hey, halfway through!

Cw: kidnapping, corrupt authority, restraints, bruises, false imprisonment

“Please!” Civilian screamed, throwing their entire weight against the door. Banging on the steel with their bound hands, ramming their shoulder into the metal. “Please! I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t know Villain! Please!”

The door was sealed with an airlock, they could figure that much out on their own. The sleek slab lacking any sort of handle. Impossible to open from the inside. Only by a small keypad outside to the left of the door that they had noticed while being dragged in.

“Please!” Civilian cried again, but they were met with nothing but the hum of the vent, a steady stream air being emptied into the small room.

Cell, Civilian thought bitterly, craning their neck so they could wipe their eyes on their shoulder sleeve. The calm beige walls and faux wooden floor did nothing to conceal that.

A nice cell but a cell nonetheless. A cot in the corner, sitting a few feet off the ground with soft looking linens. A nightstand with a lamp fixed to the wall above it. A little bathroom area separated by a half wall. Warm lighting.

None of that distracted from the cameras fixed in opposite corners, or the walls bare of any windows. A cage, wrapped in drywall and false comforts.

Civilian slammed their forearms against the door again with a final yell, which only sent the cuffs biting into their skin as they slammed against the metal. Ugly bruises were already beginning to bloom beneath their skin, deep patches of red already beginning to settle into a dark purple. Expectedly, the metal slate didn’t budge.

Frustration swelled in their chest like fire, a heat that threatened to devour anything in its path. Their eyes stung, tears they couldn’t fight back slipping down their cheeks. The room blurred around them, clearing with each blink only for more to well.

Most of the fear had settled, deflating into anger. Hot, unsteady anger that churned in their stomach as they turned away from the unmoving door.

How many times had they told them? How many times had they begged and pleaded for those heroes to listen? They didn’t know Villain. No amount of time chained to an interrogation room table or locked in a cell would make them admit the affiliation that didn’t fucking exist. Why wouldn’t they fucking listen?!

Civilian’s muscles twitched, yanking their wrists against the short chain that bound them. Their skin crawled,tension building beneath the flesh with the need to get out. To move. Claustrophobia like spiders, burrowing and biting inside them, the awful, vivid imagery flashing before their eyes enough to make their stomach twist with nausea.

Exhaustion tugged at their limbs, but they couldn’t sit down. They couldn’t stop moving. Feeling that if they did, the crawling feeling inside of them would devour them whole. They didn’t even notice as their breath began to pick up, feet stumbling as they paced the small length of the room.

“Hero, please!” They croaked, voice wavering, hoarse from yelling. Yelling for hours, trying to get someone to listen to them. Yelling when Superhero had sat across from them at the metal table, spitting accusations and not hearing when Civilian would deny them. Yelling when they had been left alone in that room, wrists tethered to a bar on the table for hours. When they had been taken to the cell by emotionless escorts, whose grip bruised against their bicep and fingers dug into their skin. Yelling since the moment they had been taken into the Agency’s custody, torn off the street as they walked home after grabbing a coffee. A fucking coffee. They hadn’t taken two fucking sips.

Civilian raised their hands, digging the heels of their palms against their eyes as nothing but silence responded to their pleads, trying to soothe the desperation and the ache. The chains around their wrists clinked.

“Hero,” their voice broke quieter, knowing no one but themself was listening.

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@promptsforyourwhumpfic

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[thegirlwholived1213]

Overdramatic

“Please, Civilian, the fresh air will do you good.” 

“No- I told you, I don’t feel well.” The citizen sniffled, a tiny sneeze following their pitiful defiance. 

“No, I’m not giving you a choice. You're being overdramatic, get your coat.” Superhero ordered, ducking into a closet to grab their own cozy jacket and boots, rolling their eyes as Civilian sighed and got to their feet. Their hands shook as they pulled on their sneakers and coat, and they pulled their arms close to their chest. Cold, brisk air flowed through the door as Superhero pulled the glass handle. 

“After you.” They smiled, and Civilian cursed themselves silently. They had always held onto the bad habit of faking an illness, either to get out of grade school as a kid, or work now as an adult. Some days everyone needed a day off, and faking coughs and snivels over a phone proved simple. 

They should have known Superhero would catch the excuses when they’d been placed under their care. After all, breaking up with someone comes with backlash on its own, but when it's the most feared Supervillain in the city, even though Civilian was oblivious to their ‘side hustle’ well… 

“Civilian, what’s wrong?” 

They looked up at their savior, eyes returning from the glossed-over, zoned-out state they must have fallen into before. They stole a quick glance around the street, arms shaking violently. Chills racked their body even through the coat. They wiped their nose with the sleeve of their jacket, feet crunching in the snow as they shifted back and forth. Superhero brought a gentle hand to their forehead and recoiled. 

“I- ’m sorry..” They sniffed, but Superhero’s brow knit together. 

“No, I shouldn’t have pulled you out here, I’m sorry. Let’s go home now.” They extended their hand, and Civilian gratefully took it. Once their interlocked palms were tucked away, safe in Superhero’s sleeve, the two walked back to the house. Once through the doorway, Superhero motioned for them to halt in the foyer while they went into the living room. Civilian started to untie their boots, but strong hands scooped them up in a warm embrace. They yelped in surprise, teeth chattering as Superhero brought them to the couch, blankets prepared and ready to receive them. 

Superhero set Civilian down on the soft cushions and departed again, returning with a steaming bowl of soup. Civilian’s mouth watered at the sight, and Superhero climbed onto the couch beside them. They pulled Civilian into a warm embrace, the television turning onto a nature channel. 

A bowl of soup and hour of TV later, both of them were fast asleep, Superhero’s arms still wrapped protectively around Civilian who had ceased their shivering, a content smile still touching their lips. 

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[syncope-syndrome]

— Everything You Know

"Unhand that civilian, Villain!"

This isn't the first time you've used some variation of that phrase. This isn't even the first time you've heard that phrase this week, which makes you wonder about how — or if — The League of Heroes communicate with each other.

The look on Villain's face is almost worth it, however, as they set down their half-empty cup and regard the blue-clad hero with an expression of utter contempt. lips curled into a patronizing sneer.

"Tell me, dear Blue..." Villain says, sweeping a hand over the table laid out between them. "Does this... anything about this... look like a kidnapping to you?"

You can see Blue's brow furrow as they take in the scene before them in full — the cups of tea set out in delicate porcelain saucers, the half-eaten charcuterie board, the Villain's loyal hound curled up at your feet, the lack of restraints on your arms. "What... What is this?"

"It's tea." Villain raises their own cup as if to emphasize. "Customary to serve to a visiting friend, in case the League is unfamiliar with hospitality."

"A... friend?" Blue's baffled gaze turns to you instead. The uniform shields their face, but it does nothing against the heat of their stare. Blue makes a sputtering sound, gesturing a hand weakly towards Villain. "Do you... Do you know who this is?"

"We've been friends since we were children, Blue," Villain explains, lowering their cup only to fill it again. Steam curls up and caresses their cheek before it vanishes, and the teapot is set down again with an elegant clink against the glass table. "They're so rarely in town, and given they're here for such a tragic reason, I felt it best to invite them over and provide a bit of succor."

Blue's arms fold across their chest. "What reason?" Villain's mouth opens, and Blue raises a hand to silence them. "I want to hear it from them, thank you."

"A cousin's funeral," you say quietly. "They were... killed, suddenly. I came to help get their affairs in order." Shock still coursed through you when you spoke the words out loud. Yellow hadn't asked, simply turning away with a judgmental scoff, and Red hadn't asked before they'd tried to attack Villain over the kidnapping that wasn't happening. Your family, even as they started to converge to attend, was disquietingly close-lipped about discussing their own emotions, so this is unfortunately, the first you felt able to speak about it.

Villain's gaze is sympathetic. "So, as you can see," they say to Blue curtly. "I'd prefer you and your silly little heroics did not interrupt someone's grieving. Again, mind you."

You see Blue's shoulders rise and fall with the heavy breath they take. "Forgive me," they begin. "But can I ask how?"

"No you can not." Villain cuts you off before you can reply. "You can, however, see yourself out. If you're too dull to remember how to properly exit my facilities, Henchman is more than willing to escort you."

"No, Villain, it's okay —" You speak just as Henchman manifests themselves behind Blue. "They're... My cousin worked for the local news... apparently they were reporting on an incident within the city, and... they couldn't get out of the way as some debris came down." You can still see the footage clear as day, even though you could never stomach watching it again. Their panicked waving as they tried to tell the camera person to run, their hand reaching out to shove them to the ground and to safety... their scream, and the camera panning over to the wreckage they were buried under...

"Journalist?" Blue says, and you look up at the sound of your cousin's name in surprise. "Yes, we know them. ...You... have our condolences." Blue's body language is suddenly tense, posture as rigid as stone. They give a final curt nod to you and Villain, hands clasped tight behind their back, and retreat just as swiftly as they came. It's so abrupt you start to rise to go after them, but Villain stops you with a flick of their wrist and a murmur of dissent. "Henchman," Villain calls to their ever-loyal butler. "See after them. My friend and I would like to continue our visit in peace." Henchman sweeps into an elegant bow and departs, leaving just you, Villain, and an unspeakable weight in the air.

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TW: mild/implications of torture, kidnapping

Villain does not let you leave empty-handed. Their parting gift is a dagger, engraved with gorgeous silver filagree that hides a paralytic toxin inside. You try to refuse it, but they insist, something about having a feeling you'll need it during your stay here. And you do, almost immediately. But you're overwhelmed before you can even think to reach for it.

Your poor defense — or, more charitably, their impressive offense — brings you here, in the center of a cold, dark room, strapped far too tight into a rickety dining chair. Blood oozes from your nose, and bruises ache with every shiver that runs through you. Your vision's blurred from a repeated assault, hitting you again, and again, and again, always with the same questions, always expecting a different answer. "I really don't think they know anything," says an unfamiliar voice from the shadows. Another snarls at them to shut up, a red-gloved hand fisting itself into your shirt and dragging you closer with a yelp. You stare at the big, black eye covers in their bright red mask as the hand shakes you again, hard, rubbing the rough hempen bindings against your already sore skin.

"Don't act fucking dumb, Civilian," says Red, as Green sighs in the background. Yellow simply stares, arms folded tight across their torso, saying nothing as Red continues their assault. "You said so yourself! Villain's your friend! What the fuck do you know about them?"

"I don't —" you try to say, but Red's hand comes down and slaps you across the face again. A fresh wave of blood bubbles from your nose and falls into your gasping mouth, coating your tongue in the taste of iron. "I can do this all day, Civilian," Red sneers. "You're going to tell us everything and anything you know about Villain. I don't give a shit for your little innocent act, you're fucking friends with a literal supervillain!"

But it's not an act. Villain moved away to Metropolis after graduation, and you'd barely kept in touch until they'd had the grace to reach out to you. You didn't know what they had been up to in the years since then, too busy eking out an existence in Beachfront City to keep up with almost anyone, let alone them. You'd bought their story of being a military arms dealer and researcher, understood their unusual requests for how they'd bring you to their abode, tactfully ignored the armored car and tinted windows and the near unnecessary amount of security upon arriving... but that was it. This was your only exposure to their so-called villainy — someone who'd been so kind to invite you to their home, and let you cry on their shoulder over a terrible grief.

And these so-called heroes were... hurting you, for that.

"Red," calls a voice from the doorway. Your head snaps up despite the hurt at the sound of it, at the heavy thud of their footsteps against the tiled floor. You don't need them to step into the light to know who they are, but they do, looming over you and a snarling Red. "Stand down."

"Fuck you, Blue," Red pushes you away from them, whirling on their companion and jabbing a bloodied finger into their chest. "This was your idea in the first place!"

"I know." Blue steps around them to stare you down, and you see their head move as they look you over, taking in your pathetic form. Your skin crawls with betrayal and fear, your hurt multiplying at the news that it was them — not Red, nor Yellow — who decided to treat you this way.

"But you don't know when to change tactics, Red," Blue says coldly, kneeling down to meet your eyes. "I do. And I know we're not going to get anywhere if we don't use the best weapon we have against them." Oh God. Your body starts to shake, your eyes squeezing shut in preparation for anything they might throw at you. A superpower? A knife? A syringe? A hostage that they'll threaten unless you talk? Your mind scrambles to think of who they could have possibly taken when Blue's voice cuts through your panic, sharper than any blade they could have taken to you.

"Villain was responsible for the building collapse that killed your cousin. They killed Journalist. Along with hundreds of others. That's the kind of person you're protecting."

"I'm not protecting them..." you whisper, tears spilling out of your eyes from shock. You strain against your bindings, not caring about how raw your wrists are. "I don't — know a-anything, I don't know! I've said that! W-Why are you doing this?"

"Alright," Green says suddenly, stepping forward now to pull Blue away. "Alright, that's enough. Think of what Vi's going to say to this —"

"Justifiable restraint of a rumored enemy to the state," Blue rattles off, yanking themselves out of Green's grasp. There's nothing save for your sobs, your mind trying and failing to wrap itself around the idea of someone you thought you knew so well, someone you'd been through so much with, causing so much harm to others. You and Villain had never had the easiest lives, but... you'd vowed to fight that hurt, to end that cycle. What had happened to them while they were gone...?

"F-Fine..." you choke out. Guilt surges through you at the thought of even remotely betraying your old friend, but Red's started to advance again and if Villain is really the person the League says they are... then even you can't justify letting them go on. "I-I was just a childhood friend. That's it. But i-if you stop, I'll talk. Just — stop, stop this, please."

"And what use is that information going to be to us..." Yellow speaks up for the first time all evening, only for Blue to cut them off with a raised hand. You can hear the smile in their voice when they address you again, and it makes you nauseous.

"I knew you would cooperate," Blue says, their voice suddenly, sickeningly kind. "Tell us everything you know."

#whump #whump writing #civilian whumpee #hero whumper #torture tw #kidnapping tw #syncsynd: writing #league of heroesverse #i'm not entirely sure what this is or where this came from #i saw a goofy little prompt about a civilian being friends with a villain and the heroes constantly trying to rescue them and it spiraled #so here it is #my first bit of long form writing #i'm a little nervous about it honestly but it's better to put it out there #will i write more of this? it's possible! i really should be doing whumptober though...

[hhabaddon]

June of Doom (Day 28)

Prompt list [here] || Previous / Next

Prompt(s); “You’ll get used to it.” | Knife | Hostage | Surrender

I’m almost done with June of Doom! :( (I’ll have to do the extras after lmao) enjoy!

TW // Civilian is taken hostage, stabbing/stab wound

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“Please,” Hero started gently, “let them go.”

Villain tilted their chin up, pressing the knife just a little bit harder into Civilian’s neck. Civilian’s breath hitched at the action, a tear dripping down their cheek. Their hands, which were raised in the air, shook ever so slightly. 

“Surrender, and I’ll let them go,” said Villain, a wolfish grin adorning their face. 

Hero looked between Civilian and Villain. Finally, his shoulders slumped. 

He walked towards Villain, looking at them guiltily – almost fearfully. Villain grinned, releasing Civilian and shoving them to the ground. 

They then grabbed Hero’s arm, pulled him to them, and stabbed him in the stomach. Hero gasped, his legs shaking. 

“Don’t worry,” smirked Villain, “You’ll get used to it.”

June of Doom Masterlist [here]

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[whump-me-all-night-long]

Whumptober Day 14

No. 14 Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to Become a Villain

Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | “I'll be right behind you.”

CW: failed escape attempt, intimate whumper, captivity, imprisonment, uhhh implied future not fun times

After the waterboarding, the man released Carlen from the chair, before leading them to another, smaller room.

This one had a hard concrete floor, brick walls, and a thick iron door. A single, flickering lightbulb hung from the ceiling, just barely enough light for Carlen to be able to make out the thin cot in one corner, a ratty blanket on top, and a rusted toilet and sink on the other side of the small room.

With one last condescendingly sweet pat to the head, the undeniable screech of a metal lock turning signaled that Carlen was finally alone.

Immediately, their legs buckled underneath them, and they barely made it over to the cot before completely collapsing. Shaking, they wrapped the blanket tightly around themself, rocking slightly.

The room was nearly freezing, and Carlen's still-dripping wet frame was wracked with shivers because of it.

Eventually, like that, sitting up, pressed tightly into a corner, eyes fastened to the door, limbs squeezed tight together, they managed to fall into some restless sleep.

—

The bang of the door swinging open woke them, and they stared cautiously at the man as he walked in.

He squatted down in front of them, holding out a decent sized chunk of bread. “Here,” he offered. “Thought you might be feeling a bit peckish.”

Reaching forward, Carlen’s trembling fingers closed around it and they quickly brought it to their mouth. It was still a bit warm and soft, as if it had been baked recently. Glancing up at him, they whispered, “Th-thank you.”

He smiled at them, nodding his head slightly. At that, they immediately tore into the bread, nearly moaning at the taste, after who-knew-how-long of not eating.

Finally, after a few moments passed in tense silence, Carlen got the courage to speak up. “May, may I ask you something?”

The man chuckled, reaching out to pat their head. “My little bird, with such sweet manners. Of course, you can ask me a question.”

They swallowed their last bite, mouth suddenly dry. Bringing their arms to wrap around their drawn up legs, they softly asked, “What, um, what's your name? Or.. what should I-I call you?”

The man paused for a moment before his face cracked into a grin. “Well, that was unexpected,” he said, running a hand over the light stubble across his chin. “Huh, I guess it couldn't do any harm. My name is Brentley, and I'll allow you the privilege of using it, although the occasional ‘sir’ wouldn't be a bad thing.”

“Brentley,” Carlen repeated softly, tongue darting out to wet their lips. “Thank, thanks for the bread… sir.”

Ruffling their hair one last time, the man–Brentley–stood. “You're very welcome, little bird. Try to get some more rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

With that, he was gone, door closing behind him.

Carlen stared at the dark iron slab for a few moments, heart pounding with apprehension. After a few moments of the dim silence, they furrowed their brow, wondering if they were making up the thin line of light outlining one side of the door more than the other.

Blinking rapidly, they carefully stood and stepped towards it. When they reached it, they slid one hand over the frame of the door, squinting in concentration.

A moment later, they were certain: one side of the door was further out that the other. The door wasn't locked.

Glancing around nervously, Carlen carefully pried their fingertips between the door and the wall, slowly cracking the door open bit by bit, pausing frequently to check for any noises coming from outside.

Eventually, they were able to make a large enough gap for them to slip through, which they wasted no time in doing.

Stepping out into the hallway, they found themself surrounded by doors just like the one they'd come from. Unable or unwilling to think about any other possible victims trapped behind them, Carlen quickly made their way towards the staircase at one end of the hall.

Ascending as fast as their shaky legs could carry them, they quickly reached the top, where a wooden door blocked their path.

Holding their breath and praying to… anyone who was listening, really, they closed their fingers around the dull brass knob and slowly turned it.

Letting out a sharp exhale, Carlen pushed the door all the way open, quickly passing through it.

With their back firmly against the now-closed door, Carlen surveyed the hall they were now in.

The walls were plain, pristine off-white, without doors or decorations. Deciding to take a gamble, Carlen pushed off, heading down the left of the hallway.

After several different identical hallways, Carlen’s mind was reeling and their sense of direction was utterly shattered. A small voice whispered in their head to just go back to the cell, hoping for the best.

Still, Carlen pushed forward, and, at the end of the next hallway lay a door. Rushing towards it, Carlen was able to make out the window in the middle of it, and, through that, the green of grass and trees, with a pale blue cloudless sky above.

Letting out a soft sob, their hand had just closed around the door handle when a voice came from behind.

“Well, now, my little bird, I'm very disappointed in you. I thought you'd be smarter than this.”

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[leyswhumpdump]

A Little Louder

Day 25 of @themerrywhumpofmay​

Tropes and CWs: villain whumper, civilian whumpee, stress position, handcuffs.

“You understand why I had to do this, don’t you?” Villain said.

In spite of Civilian’s best efforts, they couldn’t quite suppress the sob. The height of the ring in the wall, and the kneeling position they’d been forced to assume, yanked their cuffed arms at an unnatural angle.

“I simply can’t have you running loose around my compound, tampering with my biometric scanners. It’s a security risk.”

They’d barely even had a chance to tamper, Civilian reflected bitterly. Maybe they should have focused on causing damage, instead of an escape attempt that was doomed from the beginning.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” Villain pressed.

“Go fuck yourself.” The words slipped out in a whisper, and yet Civilian longed to stuff them back down their throat. Villain paused in their tracks.

“Say that again, Civilian. A little louder this time.”

Civilian stared at the tiled floor and said nothing.

“Very well then. I’ll leave you here for now. But since you’re so set on being defiant…” Villain leaned past Civilian’s head. There came a little clicking sound from the tightening handcuffs. “Let’s see if we can’t leave a few reminders that it isn’t worth it.”

“Please,” Civilian burst out, as squeezing pain shot through their tendons. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I won’t do anything again, please—”

“I’ll be back for you later. Perhaps thirty minutes, perhaps a few hours. It depends on how many security systems I need to reset. And then I’ll ask you again what you have to say for yourself.” The door began to close. “Have your answer ready.”

Civilian sobbed again, and wondered whether Hero would even care enough to rescue them.

#whump #whump writing #the merry whump of may #a little louder #day 25 #villain whumper #civilian whumpee #stress position #original post

[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. 

_

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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[chaotic-orphan]

Febuwhump: Day Twenty

Truth serum— @febuwhump prompts

Is it Whump? If you squint, your honour.

TW: needles, fear of needles, needle phobia, being injected against will, restraints, kidnapping, grogginess, fainting, consent issues,

*~*~*~*~*

Journalist didn’t wake to their alarm or their phone ringing, both of which were the only things to rouse them from sleep. They groaned as they woke which, to be fair, was a usual thing because it meant they had to get up and work or meet a deadline or something equally groan worthy.

What was not usual was waking up strapped to a metal table. That was a new one, even for journalist.

I bet i am restrained, they thought, then tugged their arms for good measure. Oh, yep. Definitely restrained.

Cliché.

Which meant—

“You’re awake,” said Villain, a smile in their voice. Journalist craned their neck awkwardly trying to see Villain but groaned with the effort and the weight of their head like it was filled with lead. “Oh, yeah, no. Don’t move.”

“Got it,” Journalist groaned as their brain rattled in their head, making the room spin. “Uh, why am I here?”

“We need to have a little chat.”

“We had a little chat like — two days ago,” said Journalist with a groan. “It was far more civil and less dizzying.”

Villain finally came within view of Journalist and they had three heads. That was very different than last time they saw Villain, but alas, who was Journalist to judge.

“It’s actually about something we talked about,” said the Villains. Then they smiled coyly. “And Darling, get your facts right, we spoke three days ago.”

“Fuck,” Journalist whined and pulled at their restraints that clicked taut. “My boss is gonna be pissed—“”

“It’s fine,” said Villains with a shrug, now there was only two of them, the third having left the conversation. “Just tell them you were kidnapped.”

“Oh no, I mean pissed with you,” said Journalist. “You can so goodbye to any more favourable articles.”

Villain snorted then disappeared from view again.

“They will!” Journalist told them earnestly. Villain then reappeared beside Journalist’s left arm. Only one of them now thankfully, and a giant fucking needle.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Journalist shrieked, kicking their feet against the table trying to get away from whatever the fuck Villain was about to do. The sound of the restraints clacking against the table didn’t do anything to ease their panic. “Wait! Wait! Wait! Villain please, I’m— oh god, I’m terrified of— I can’t—”

Villain’s eyebrows furrowed as Journalist descended into a panic attack. They quickly lowered the needle out of sight but Journalist’s eyes were already rolling to the back of their head and their body went limp.

Villain stared, stunned. Then brought the needle up again and while Journalist was passed out injected them with the contents, thumbing down the plunger. Villain set the needle down on a table faraway from Journalist and sighed.

They should have known Journalist had a phobia of needles. Idiot, but… it had to be done. Villain had to know once and for all.

They walked back over to Journalist and lightly tapped their cheeks to wake them. Journalist moaned in protest, but then blinked up with bleary eyes at Villain.

“Relax,” said Villain softly when Journalist’s eyes widened again. “It’s gone. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Shit, I’m sorry for fainting on you,” said Journalist with a breath, relaxing back against the table. Villain chuckled lightly at Journalist.

“You’re such a polite hostage,” said Villain and basked as a red blush climbed its way up Journalist’s neck and spread to their cheeks. “You’re blushing!”

“Shut up,” Journalist said with a huff, with no real malice behind the words. Villain hummed and stepped closer, brushing the stray hairs from Journalist’s forehead. They loved the way Journalist’s eyes shuttered at the movement. When Supervillain said the truth serum made people putty in your hands, Villain wasn’t expecting this.

Villain ran their hand lightly through Journalist’s hair as they began their gentle interrogation.

“Journalist?” Villain asked. Journalist hummed in response. Villain smiled. “I need to ask you a question, and I need you to be 100% honest with me.”

Journalist hummed again. “Okay Villain.”

Villain licked their lips, suddenly nervous. Here it was. This was it. Journalist was right here in front of them, injected with truth serum ready to spill their secrets and Villain was hesitating?!

“Are you…” Villain began then cleared their throat. “Are you Hero?”

Journalist smiled dreamily. “No.”

Villain paled. “No?”

“No,” Journalist said again. Villain’s hands froze in Journalist’s hair. Journalist let out a small keen in the back of their throat, whining at Villain’s pause. Villain resumed more out of shock than anything.

“You’re not Hero?” Villain asked again. They were almost certain…

“No, I’m Journalist.”

Villain blinked. Okay, they weren’t expecting this. Hero wasn’t Journalist? Then—

“But our conversation, you said your source was 100% about Hero?”

“Yes,” said Journalist with a smile. “It was.”

“Your most trusted source?”

“Yes.”

Villain frowned, something like jealousy settling in their throat. “Is Hero… your lover?”

Journalist giggled, actually giggled at Villain’s question. “No.”

“Then who is your most trusted source?” Villain demanded.

“Me,” said Journalist. “The best person to validate facts is yourself, Villain. So I had it on good authority that my information was correct.”

Villain frowned. “But how did you—”

“I’m the Hero/Villain liaison for the city news, Villain, I don’t just have late night rendezvous with you.”

Villain deflated. They really didn’t expect this conversation to go like this, but this— they thought, they were a fool. They should have never done this, curiosity killed—

“But you are my favourite.”

Villain’s heart leapt in their chest. “I am?” Villain asked, their voice coming out in a whisper.

“Yes,” said Journalist. “You’re always kind with me. Hero’s too serious and annoying.”

Villain snorted again. “They are. So… you’re really not Hero?”

Journalist giggled. “Villain, don’t be so cliché. I’m not Clark Kent.”

Villain smiled softly at Journalist. “Though, I don’t like the way you kidnapped me. My boss is gonna be so mad at you.”

“I know, Journalist.”

“And stabbing me with a needle? Not a great look for you, you can’t just do that without consent.”

Villain laughed. “I didn’t even need to give you truth serum did I? You say whatever is on your mind anyways.”

“No time to think up lies, Villain. I’m a busy person.”

“You are,” said Villain.

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[cryptidwritings]

"Does That Hurt?"

@themerrywhumpofmay Day 8 - Broken Glass, Alleyway, Begging [masterlist]

CW: nausea/emesis, threats, beating with fists, stabbing with glass

There was nowhere else to run. Whumpee's muscles ached, pulsing in their legs and up to their back. They weren't fit to run anymore, Whumper had made sure of that; the hobby they used to enjoy seemed like a distant memory from another body. Certainly not this one.

Whumpee slumped over, putting their hand on the brick wall as they threw up. The liquid burned. Spots threatened their field of view, splashing over the sight of the dumpsters and the long alleyway that stretched to civilization.

It was past midnight. The moon was high in the sky. Barely a noise came from the surrounding buildings of Whumper's compound. Whumpee wanted to scream, but they couldn't. They could barely breathe.

"H-" they lifted their face, feeling the nausea come back so forcefully they had no choice but to slump over again.

The hair stood up on their neck, and they turned. Whumper stood at the entrance to the alley, watching. Whumpee tried to run, limping forward, body protesting to every movement beyond lying down in the rain puddles. They had to keep going; they were so close...

But their legs couldn't carry them anymore, and as they stumbled forward in the dark, their foot caught the side of a trash bag, sending Whumpee to the floor.

They collapsed with a wonderful splash, and Whumper followed at a leisurely pace. Watching them stumble, so fearful, it was gloriously exciting.

Whumpee checked behind them and tried to crawl, inching closer to the gate and to the cars and people beyond it. When they heard Whumper's foot in a puddle, they turned onto their back and inched away... staring as Whumper came ever closer, towering above them with a playful smirk.

"What a pitiful attempt," Whumper said, "I'm surprised you got this far."

Whumpee kept inching backwards, taking a quick glance around. They spotted a beer bottle a few feet away and lunged, grabbing the neck in their shaking hand as they hit the bottom on the ground.

The thick glass shattered, leaving a small jagged edge in Whumpee's hand.

Whumper laughed loudly; it echoed, hitting Whumpee in the chest. Then, Whumper stopped. Their laugh split into silence, and Whumpee could feel the emptiness growing.

Whumper took more steps forward, and Whumpee held the makeshift weapon up at their torso.

"D-don't come any closer!" They managed to say, backing up some more. Inch by inch.

Then Whumper's eyebrow twitched, and they lunged.

"Ah!" Whumpee held the glass up and closed their eyes, feeling it slice through skin as a fist clenched their shirt and dragged them back and back and back.

"N-no!" They grunted, pulling the glass out of Whumper's abdomen and slicing it into their leg.

Whumper stopped walking, and Whumpee looked up at them. There was no trace of pain on their face, only anger. Rage.

"You think that hurts?" Whumper asked, staring into Whumpee's eyes as they clenched their fist.

"P-please..." Whumpee begged, dropping the glass, "I-I'm s-sorry!"

Whumper's fist came crashing into Whumpee's face. The familiar taste of blood covered their tongue.

"What do you think?" Whumper asked, punching Whumpee again. The wonderful crack as their nose broke under their fist was just as satisfying as the first time.

"Agh!" Whumpee cried out, trying to lift their arms only to have them slapped away easily.

"You like it?" Whumper asked, hitting them again. Whumpee fell back onto the ground, and Whumper pulled them up by the collar, punching them back again. Then again.

"P-please!!" Whumpee begged, their voice strained by the swelling.

"DOES THAT HURT?!" Whumper roared, unleashing another flurry of blows to Whumpee's face. Streaks of crimson fell from their nose and mouth, falling into the puddle underneath them, rippling the water.

Whumper breathed, then dropped Whumpee, watching as they fell into the puddle. They listened to their gurgles from the blood dripping down their throat as they lifted a rag from their pocket and cleaned their fist, then inspected the healing lacerations on their body.

Then they leaned down and picked up the broken bottle, looking at Whumpee, whose eyes began to swell shut.

"I'm going to have fun with you," they said with a smile, tossing the bottle into the air and catching it, "so much fun."

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[finaldreams1106]

That's Enough Part 8

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Kelly woke with a headache far worse than anything she had encountered in her college drinking days. She blinked, looking around in a daze. There was a loud pounding, at first she thought it was the blood in her ears. But as she came to her senses, she realized it was someone pounding on the door. Her door. To her apartment. That she was in. The only problem was that she had also been gagged and tied to a chair.

"Help me!" She tried to scream through the, thankfully clean, rag that had been taped in her mouth.

"Police, open up!" Was the answering shout.

Kelly screamed again, not bothering to try and form words this time. They'd be incomprehensible anyway.

The door burst open, it had apparently been unlocked, letting five officers and one minor hero shove their way into Kelly's apartment. The hero immediately zipped through the back rooms, checking for Intruders. One of the officers holstered his weapon and hurried over to Kelly, he leaned in to pull off the tape and whispered "play along."

Louder he said, "You have the right to remain silent, any--"

"Shut up Fred, we need to at least get her checked by medical first." Another officer pushed the first away, then knelt down to start untying her.

Fred grumbled, "And what happens when she says something before medical can check her out?"

"Jesus, fine."

"As I was saying, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."

Kelly stared at him blankly, trying to understand what she was supposed to play along with. "I am exercising my right to an attorney," she said. What else could she do.

He gave the slightest of nods, and Kelly realized that had been what she was supposed to do. Good. She really hoped whatever Villain had planned did not involve giving her a criminal record.

Hero emerged a minute later holding what looked like a harness covered in small packets, a small radio transmitter on its shoulder. "Micro-explosives" she said, her voice rather matter of fact, "rigged to blow if the wearer didn't do exactly as they - or should I say she - was told." Hero made eye contact with Kelly as she finished.

"Kava," Fred said, "please tell me you disarmed that thing before you brought it in here?"

The Hero shrugged, "I'm a telepath not a bomb technician." They paused for a few seconds, apparently waiting for something. When they were met with nothing but silence and round eyes they sighed, "yes Fred. I disarmed the bomb, or at least the receiver, before I brought it in here. You're all fine."

As everyone took a collective sigh of relief Kelly glanced at Fred, he was holding a finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture while simultaneously pretending to scratch his nose. Despite herself, she was impressed at the subtlety. Almost impressed enough to distract herself from the fact that that hero had just called herself a telepath.

"Care to tell us what happened?" Kava asked, looking at Kelly.

"Sorry Kava, she just asked for an attorney - you can't question her." Fred said, his voice a little too pleased with himself.

"Guess I'll just have to act as a private citizen rather than as a police operative then." Kava said with a shrug, as she reached towards Kelly's forehead.

Kelly immediately began leaning back, her ankles still tied to the chair legs, "I said I wanted my attorney."

"Sucks."

Fred was acting nonchalant, rolling his eyes along with the other officers. So Kelly took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes as Kava's hand made contact.

Relax Kelly, everything will be fine. The woman's voice filled her head. Villain's henchman kidnapped you shortly after the fight started, they had a hunch it was going to go bad. They put you in the harness, and stuck you on the street. Said you had to interrupt the fight or you were dead. There was a pause, and for good measure. If Villain died they said they were going to destroy a hospital.

Kelly gasped, her head dropping against her chest as soon as Kava released her. She shivered, cold sweat beading as the shivers turned to shakes. "What the hell." she whispered, teeth chattering.

"Ah," Kava said, "my bad - guess I went too fast. Anyway, she was threatened. Her life if she didn't do what she was told to do. A hospital if Villain died. So I guess if no hospital is blown up we will know Villain survived."

Again silence met her words. So she shrugged, and walked out of the apartment. Leaving the police to finish untying Kelly and dressing her in a shock blanket until the ambulance arrived.

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[shywhumpauthor]

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[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. "

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