spy whumpee is discovered, and the enraged and betrayed people they were spying on take all their anger out on them, beating them bloody until they're practically holding onto life by a thread, then tossing them in a cell and leaving them for interrogation, if they don't die from their injuries first.
whumpee's squad back home begins to get concerned after whumpee doesn't give them their daily update. they send whumpee a message of their own... and get nothing back.
concern turning to genuine worry and fear for their friend, leader sends caretaker and two other teammates to go find whumpee, and bring them back if needed.
when whumpee wakes up again, they're laying in a military hospital. they feel like they've been run over by a semi-truck, but they turn their head to see their hand intertwined with caretaker's, who had fallen asleep in a chair at their side, and the deepest relief they've ever felt washes over them as they realize they're safe.
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Escape by ajility
Ectoberhaunt, Days 8 and 10, Splatter (trick) and Doppelganger (treat)
Summary: The escape plan goes both better and worse than they expected it to. Better, because they're actually out, it worked... worse, because neither of them were supposed to get hurt in the process.
A clone oc fic featuring Fen (mine) and 31 (@13thcat's), because I couldn't not use "doppelganger" as an excuse to write clones (read on ao3)
Warnings: mentions of past torture, blood and blood loss, this is technically hurt/comfort but it might be skewed towards 'hurt'
(Originally posted: 12 October 2021)
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(After the latest BVZ episode, I have to get this out of my brain. Enjoy Albus visiting home out of panic.)
Faith barely heard the door open and slam shut over the low buzz of the early evening. Faith was working on dinner, Kerano was doing her homework at the kitchen table. If anything, she expected the sound to be Devlin. It wasn't until she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her in a tight grip, burying his face in her hair.
It was...odd. Faith almost didn't want to breathe, lest she break the atmosphere. Albus didn't do hugs, Faith would know. But here he was, clinging onto her like she'd disappear if he didn't. If she really listened, she could hear him mumbling something. "She's safe, she's okay, he can't hurt her now." Over and over like a mantra. Just what had happened out there?
She slowly reached up, smoothing over the warrior's hair. "Albus? Are you okay?" That seemed to snap him out of it as he lifted his head, his near death grip loosening. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine, Faithful. Just...had a rough mission." Faith leaned her head back to raise an eyebrow at him, unable to resist a teasing smile. "What's this? The impervious Albus York admitting he had a bad day?" He snorted, almost offended as he pushed her away. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Next time I'll just leave you to worry like an old housewife." "Don't you dare, I will march out to Maya myself and hunt you down if I have to." Faith warned, brandishing her spoon like a sword. Albus only chuckled, pushing her spoon down and kissing her forehead. "You're cute when you think you're intimidating, you know that?"
The healer could only sputter and blush, unable to find the words to counter him before pointing towards the table. "Just...go sit for dinner. You came all this way, you're not leaving until I know you're not going to drop over dead from hunger or something." "Stickler as always, Faithful." "Go!" "Alright, alright, I'm going."
Albus wandered to the table, settling into the chair across from Kerano with a sigh. "How ya doing kid? Listening to your sister?" Kerano’s head popped up with a toothy grin. "Mr. Albus! When did you get here?" "Ah only a couple minutes ago, you didn't miss much." "Oh well that's good! Big sister really misses you when you go away for so long." "Oh does she now?" "Yeah! I mean, she has Mr. Devlin and she's always happy with him but she talks about you a lot. Wonders where you are or what you're doing or if you're okay. She really worries about you. She tries not to show it but she acts different when you haven't been around for a while." Albus raised an eyebrow at that. "Acts different? How?" "Her shoulders get all tense. They get closer to her ears bit by bit like a wind-up toy. And she gets really nervous. Then you come by and she relaxes again. It's kinda funny to watch." Kerano giggled as Albus’s heart flipped. She really worried about him. Gods above, if only she knew how much he put on the line to protect her.
"Kerano, honey! Can you clear the table? Dinner's ready!" "Yes big sister!" Kerano hopped down from her seat and quickly cleared her papers off the table, setting out dishes as Faith brought in a delicious smelling meal. As they both took their place at the table, talking and dishing out food, Albus sat quietly and watched. He watched his girls talk and laugh, watched them be happy like a mom and daughter.
This was his mission. This was the thing he fought so hard to protect. Fuck whatever he told people, fuck his own life, he fought for his family. For the woman he loved, the girl he cared for as his own, and the brother he'd grown to have. He would never deserve it, never deserve a place in their picture perfect life, but he'd be damned if he let his actions be the thing that destroyed it. So he would defend them with his life.
"So Kerano tells me you get all jumpy when I'm away. Haven't convinced Vinny to give you any stress relief, eh?" "Albus!!"
(There. Brain worm satisfied. I can finally finish my homework in peace-)
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spent a while last night thinking of a situation where there are two characters, both badly injured and waiting for help... and when help finally comes, one of them is unconscious, heartbeat failing and breath imperceptible.
"help them," says their badly-hurt friend, barely on their feet anymore, eyes haunted and terrified. "never mind me. I'll be all right..."
"it's too late for them, we have to help you." the healer is already pushing them to the ground, getting their magic or kit ready to hand.
"no. not me." they flinch away, desperately. "help them."
"well fine. but - we're going to keep an eye on you and if you even start to decompensate and pass out then - "
so they sit there, breathing shallowly, trying their best to cling to consciousness so they don't distract - clenching their teeth against the pain as they watch the healer and the others working over what seems to be their friend's dead body, hoping, hanging on until there's some sign of life again and it's not too late anymore...
hanging on until they can't possibly any longer, and their last waking thought is a frantic hope that nobody will notice.
they wake up, later, with their friend in the next bed over, and despite the pain and the soul-sapping weariness they reach out to take their hand, and let themselves relax at last.
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