#sick supervillain

[sunnynwanda]

Supervillain gets sick. Very, VERY sick. Will someone help him or is life about to get much, much worse for the master criminal?

Supervillain is sick

The air feels cold against their clammy skin, sending chills down their spine and arms. Their chest movements are uneven as they try to suppress another fit of coughs choking on their throat. Supervillain squeezes their eyes shut, waiting for it to pass. Their eyelids are heavy as lead when they try to open their eyes. They attempt a deep breath but end up wheezing through another cough.

Superhero be damned. 

That ice-cold bath in the frozen river must have been the last straw. They had landed on the bridge to wipe the perspiration off their forehead and run a hand through their damp hair. Meningitis was the last thing they wanted to die from, not after such a brilliant career as a master criminal and head of everything underground. Superhero didn't entirely mind the state of affairs in the city either. Their battles were nothing more than a warning. A display of power on both their ends to ensure no one attempted to defy the balance they had achieved.

Supervillain huffs out a shuddering breath, pressing a palm against their chest. It hurts all the way up to their throat and head. Their back feels stiff despite the softness of their couch. They did not expect the push and had to regroup under the surface, loosing precious time and, apparently, their lungs to the water.

The room is getting too hot, so they throw their blanket off, allowing the air to touch their burning skin. They inhale sharply at the sensation before realising they are no longer alone in the room.

"That's not a good idea," Supervillain glances in the general direction of the voice. What an astute observation. Had they not been this exhausted, they would have jumped up or searched for a weapon. Superhero shakes their head, walking out of the shadows.

"I'm not known for good ones," Supervillain admits, earning a low chuckle from their nemesis.

"How long have you been burning up like this?" Superhero asks, seizing them up. Supervillain raises an eyebrow watching Superhero point at their eyes. Ah, yes. Thermal vision. 

"What day is it today?" They ask. Their mouth is dry, but when they take a gulp of water, it feels stale against their tongue. "I've been down since Monday night."

"Are you out of your mind?" Superhero's voice goes unusually high. It must be about a week then, Supervillain assumes. They suspect it is pneumonia, and judging from the frown in Superhero's brow, they must be correct in that diagnosis. They want to ask how bad it is but opt for a safer route.

"I didn't exactly throw myself into a goddamn frozen river, did I?" They retort before going into a violent coughing fit. Superhero pulls them into a sitting position, rubbing circles on their back until they calm down. "You did."

"I know," Superhero looks ashamed, which they thoroughly enjoy despite the fever and weakness. They lean back against the couch, resting their spinning head. Dehydrated, Superhero mutters under their breath. "What do we do?"

Supervillain has to suppress a laugh at the risk of going into another uncontrollable fit. Their chest hurts from constant coughing. "How would I know? You're the ex-doctor here."

"There's no such thing as an ex-doctor," Superhero smiles, collecting their thoughts. They need ibuprofen, coughing syrup, some antibiotics, rest and lots to drink. "I wish I could listen to your lungs."

"Can't you do that with your eyes?" Superhero can't help the laugh that escapes their lips.

"Just how clueless are you?" They don't wait for a reply, marching into the kitchen only to come back with a new glass of water and some medicine in their hand. "Take this. It'll help you sleep while I make run for the pharmacy."

For some unfathomable reason, Supervillain obliges without question. They must be really weak, Superhero figures. They drape the blanket over Supervillain's form and find another for when their fever drops and they start shaking. They make a cup of lemon tea and place it on the coffee table, ordering Supervillain to drink it before their return.

Superhero knows who is to blame for the ice water bath, yet they can't help but wonder why there's no one taking care of the master criminal. No henchmen, no followers, no minions. Just them, alone in their lair. Their life behind the curtains feels eerily identical to Superhero's.

They glance back, wondering who and what they are fighting for and find no answer. Would anyone notice if one day Supervillain went missing? Seeing them now, they could as well be gone, and no one would come looking for their lifeless body. They could die alone in their living room, and no one would know. Would anyone notice if it were Superhero? They didn't know. They didn't want to know.

Hi, lovely anon! I might have taken this into a slightly different direction from what you expected but I hope you still find it fun. Thank you for the request :)

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#supervillain #superhero #sick supervillain #caring superhero #but then again it's their fault #in the first place #existential thoughts #hero and villain #villain x hero #community #creative writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #requests open #sunnynwanda

[turn-the-tables-on-them]

Darkness Falls chapter 2- Broken.

Warnings: Torture, sickness, fear, begging, whipping aftermath, torture aftermath, whumper turned whumpee, scared whumpee, Supervillain whumpee, infected wounds, graphic infection.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @oddsconvert @whumpsday @interdimensional-chaos @mylifeisonthebookshelf @elrys-creates, @wolfeyedwitch @whumpwillow @pigeonwhumps

Joey wasn’t actually expecting to find any members of the Rogues when he entered the warehouse. He was expecting it to be empty, they usually were by the time he got there. Over the past eight months, only 5 members had been arrested. However, once he got in the main door, it became clear that it hadn’t been abandoned for long. Fresh cigarette smoke hung in the air, and there was mud on the floor that was still drying. He’d been close to catching the bastards.

It wasn’t Vigilante’s that Joey had a problem with, hell, he was one himself, it was their use of excessive violence to those they deemed to deserve it.

Plain torture, there was no other way to describe what was done to their victims. Even the worst criminals shouldn’t be tortured, in Joey’s opinion.

He came to another door, which proved to be locked. Joey sighed, taking a step back, and kicking it in.

Joey strode in, only to freeze up in shock as he registered the scene before him.

In the corner, restrained to the wall by a leather collar, was one of the most vicious people he’d ever had the misfortune to encounter.

“Slipknot?” Joey breathed, immediately wary of a trap, even as the other man flinched back. He was covered in blood and bruises, with several long gashes across his muscular chest. The sharp smell of vomit hung in the air.

Joey shook his head. It wasn’t a trap. Slipknot would never willingly put himself in a position that made him seem vulnerable, let alone… this.

Releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, Joey approached the younger man, who cowered back into the wall.

“N-no.” He whimpered. His glazed blue eyes widened in terror as Joey continued towards him. There wasn’t even a shadow of the arrogance that had always surrounded him.

“No, I can’t- please, I wasn’t, I-I didn’t- no, no please!” He cried, trying to scramble back as Joey stopped a few steps away.

He was shivering like a leaf in a hurricane.

“Please.” He moaned, his voice thick with terror, and hoarse from screaming. “Please, no more. I c-can’t… mercy, please, I’m s-sorry.”

“Hey.” Joey said, fighting to keep his voice calm for the younger man’s sake. He carefully reached out, and touched the supervillain’s shoulder, and he jerked back with a yelp that was gut-wrenchingly similar to that of a wounded dog.

“Please!” Slipknot whined, sweat beading across his forehead as Joey sighed. Even through his glove, he had felt the heat of the supervillain’s fever.

Noticing a haphazard bandage around Slipknot’s lower abdomen, Joey reached out to remove it.

Trembling, the younger man, God, he was more a boy, tried to turn away, revealing his back to Joey, who sucked in a shocked breath.

The lashes on Slipknot’s chest were nothing compared to the ones on his back, which was, not to put too fine a point on it, in tatters. 

Layer upon layer of wounds marked him from his shoulders to his hips.

Joey grimaced, unable to imagine the pain the boy must have been in. He slowly reached out to unhook the chain from the leather collar around Slipknot’s neck.

The supervillain sobbed, trying to pull away, choking slightly as the collar tightened around his throat.

When the chain fell away, Joey reached out to him, intending to remove the collar as well, only for Slipknot to shy away from him, his arms gave, and he collapsed onto his side with a weak cry.

Joey took a deep breath, and began to unwind the hardened bandages around Slipknot’s waist, which were crusted with blood and pus.

"N-no please..." Slipknot moaned, squirming fitfully on the dusty floor. Joey could never have imagined Slipknot begging like this.

“Hush, you’re going to make things worse if you keep squirming like that.” He said, keeping his voice low and calm.

The last of the bandage finally peeled itself away from the wound on the supervillain’s side, causing Slipknot to cry out.

Joey stared in horror at the hideously infected wound that had been concealed beneath the soiled bandages.

"Please." Slipknot whimpered. "Please, it hurts, make it stop, please, I-I won’t hurt anyone ever a-again... please." He begged, breaking into a sweat as he struggled to sit up.

“Lie still.” Joey murmured, pushing him back down, eliciting a terrified sob.

"Please... please d-don’t hurt me. I-I know you have every reason too, but please- I-I can’t." He pleaded. 

"Easy there bud, calm down."

Slipknot sniffled, trying to curl up. He made a small noise of pure terror when Joey grabbed his arm, pulling it across his shoulders.

“Easy, easy. I’m getting you out of here.” Joey murmured. Slipknot was both tall and quite muscular, but Joey was even bigger than him, and lifting him wasn’t too much of a problem.

Slipknot trembled in his hold, crying freely now. Joey couldn’t help but wince as he again felt how badly the poor thing was burning up.

Joey adjusted his hold on the younger man, and made his way out of the warehouse, and out to his car.

The drizzle had turned to a downpour, and Joey noted how Slipknot’s shivering worsened, his pity for the supervillain running even deeper.

Joey opened the back door of the car, and propped Slipknot up against the back seat. It was abundantly clear by now that Slipknot was too terrified to see reason, and Joey wasn’t going to risk him injuring himself further in panic.

He closed the door, and went to the trunk, grabbing the bed sheet he’d taken to keeping in the car for road-trips, back when he was still in medical school.

Returning to his feverish ward’s side, Joey draped the blanket across his shoulders, before wrapping it as tightly as he dared around his chest. He repeated the process as Slipknot wriggled and sobbed.

“N-no.” He moaned.

“I know, bud.” Joey replied softly, tucking the last fold in, effectively cocooning Slipknot, and restraining him, just like he had done with Nemesis the night he found her.

Slipknot’s chest heaved, sweat shining on his face and neck as he writhed helplessly against the walls of his cloth prison.

“Shadowdancer, please…” He begged, tears flowing freely from his terrified eyes.

“Easy bud, you’re safe now.” Joey told him, gently pressing the back of his hand against the fallen supervillain’s damp, scorching forehead. Slipknot sobbed, trying to pull away.

Joey gave him a sad look, closing the door, and going around to the driver’s seat.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Slipknot whimpered.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe.” Joey said, smiling softly as he looked back at Slipknot. One glance confirmed that the supervillain didn’t believe him.

“Ple-please, I’m s-sorry.” The fever-stricken boy stammered. “I’ll be good. I- please… mercy… I can’t t-take it anymore.”

Joey just sighed, and turned the key in the ignition.

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Nemesis stretched out on the bed, grinning as she pressed play on the tv, before popping a sour gummy worm into her mouth.

She was just adjusting her pillow when she heard a car door slam. Nemesis glanced at the clock, which read 11:24.

Joey was back earlier than she’d been expecting.

“Nem, come open the door!” He shouted.

Nemesis frowned, putting aside her gummy worms, and pausing her movie.

Jogging down the stairs, she unlocked the door.

“Did you forget your key or some-” She cut off as Joey rushed inside, out of the rain, carrying with him a shivering mess who was weakly begging not to be hurt anymore.

Her lips parted in shock as she recognized said shivering, begging mess.

Slipknot.

The Supervillain’s skin was deathly pale, aside from his cheeks, which were flushed with fever.

He was shaking uncontrollably, moaning incoherent words of distress.

Nemesis shook herself, looking up at Joey.

“What. The. Hell?” She hissed.

“The Rogues got their hands on him.”

“And?”

“I need your help.”

“No.” Nemesis snapped.

“Nem-”

“No. He’s a monster.”

In Joey’s arms, Slipknot sobbed, trying to hide his face.

“He needs help.” Joey said softly.

“Okay, so take him to the hospital..”

“We both know why I can’t.”

Nemesis crossed her arms, looking at the floor.

“We do not condone torture, and we are not about to start.” Joey said firmly, heading upstairs.

Nemesis sighed. “So much for a quiet night.” She muttered, before trotting up the stairs after Joey, and following him into the master bedroom.

She stood beside Joey as he lay the barely-conscious menace down.

Slipknot whimpered, shifting weakly in the blanket-cocoon he was enveloped in, just like she had once been. He was soaked in sweat, and obviously delirious. Or, close to, at least.

He flinched as Joey began to unwrap the sheet.

Slipknot’s glassy blue eyes were half-lidded, but still full of terror. Nemesis glanced down at the four lashes across his chest, clicking her tongue in dismay,

He groaned in protest as Joey turned him onto his side, revealing the countless lashes that were ten times worse across his back.

Despite her bitterness, Nemesis couldn’t help the pity that welled up inside her.

“Ple-please...” He mumbled, his voice weak and raspy. “D-don’t...”

“Nemesis.” Joey said, and she tore her eyes away from the horrible wounds. “I need you to put aside the resentment for now. I need you to help me treat him.”

Nemesis hesitated for only a split second, then, with a sigh, she nodded.

“What do you need me to do?” She asked.

#torture #Slipknot #Nemesis #Joey #whump #supervillain x vigilante #Supervillain whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #fever #panic #begging #sick Supervillain #begging Supervillain #infected wound #infection whump

[turnthetablesonthem]

Darkness Falls - 11

Warnings: Past torture, slight panic, past child abuse mention, past child abandonment mention, comfort, a bit of fluff.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpwillow, @whumpsday, @briars7, @shydragonrider, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @interdimensional-chaos, @elrys-creates.

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Slipknot peeled his eyes open with a low groan. He swallowed hard, stiffening as he felt something shift on his throat.

Panic shot through him, and he shuddered, desperately wanting it off, but not daring to touch it.

Lena had made it very clear what would happen if he ever tried to remove his collar.

He didn’t realize that he was hyperventilating until Nemesis stirred beside him.

“Slipknot?” She asked, sitting up.

“Please.” He begged, a sob catching in his throat. “Please, I-I don’t need a collar... I- I’ll do whatever you want.”

Shock flashed through Nemesis’ green eyes. “No, no no, it’s not a collar, Slipknot, it’s a bandage. The damaged skin wasn’t healing as well as it should have, so Joey decided to use a bandage to help it heal. There’s nothing to be afraid of, I promise.” She paused. “You should have told me, about your stitches ripping.”

Slipknot looked away, ashamed.

“I... I didn’t want to make you angry.”

Nemesis gently cupped his cheek in her hand, tilting his face back towards her. Her touch was so different, so far from Lena’s cruel one, that he couldn’t help but lean into it. He looked up at her, his breath shuddering slightly.

“How could it make me angry?” She asked quietly.

“It always made her angry... when she had to... when she had to...” He trailed off with a sob.

“When she had to what, Slipknot?” Nemesis asked softly.

He groaned, pressing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut, desperately wanting to escape the memories that plagued him.

“W-waste resources to k-keep me alive.” Slipknot managed, his voice shaking. “She- she said I wasn’t allowed to die until she was d-done with me.”

Nemesis hissed in anger. “That fucking monster.” She growled under her breath, before dropping her tone to something far softer. “It isn’t a waste of resources to help you recover.”

“I’m not used to... to anyone caring. Even before Lena, I didn’t...  I didn’t have anyone.”

“Well, you do now.” Nemesis told him. “You have me, and Joey.”

“Joey?”

“Shadowdancer.”

“Oh...” Slipknot replied. “I haven’t gone by my birth name since I was ten years old.”

“I don’t have one. I’m just Nemesis.”

“Your parents named you Nemesis?”

“They didn’t name me anything.” Nemesis replied, and Slipknot just stared at her, processing what her words meant.

“They didn’t call you anything?”

“They called me girl. Or brat. Or sometimes, very rarely, my mother would call me “Sunny”, but not often.”

“I’m sorry.” He said finally. “That’s awful.”

“It’s over now.” She said with a forced smile.

Slipknot was searching for something else to say when something jumped up onto the bed.

Both he and Nemesis jumped, before she began to laugh.

“Serafina, give me some warning next time.” Nemesis said, reaching out to pet the tabby cat, which stretched and yawned.

Then, the cat sauntered up to him, and butted her head against his cheek. Slipknot smiled at the feeling of the soft fur.

“That’s interesting.” Nemesis noted.

“What is?” Slipknot asked, apprehension tinging his voice.

“Oh, she’s usually a bit of a brat when it comes to new people. But she seems to really like you.”

“She’s lovely.” Slipknot replied, carefully scratching the tabby cat behind the ears, smiling again as the cat began purring loudly.

______

Nemesis smiled at the purring.

“Her name is Serafina. She runs the household.” She explained.

“Oh, she’s a lady, then.”

“She likes to think so.” Nemesis said, relieved to see Slipknot showing some humor.

“She has an irregular sleep schedule, a mild obsession with blankets, and I found her in an alley.” Joey said, appearing in the doorway.

“Which one of us do you think he’s talking about, Serafina?” Nemesis asked.

Joey chuckled. “In this instance, I was referring to Serafina.” He turned to Slipknot. “How are you feeling, bud?”

“Oh, I’m okay.” Slipknot said quietly.

“Better than last night?”

Slipknot nodded slightly, and Joey smiled. It was never lost on Nemesis how kind his eyes were.

“Funny, I brought that cat home when she was a kitten, and she still hisses at me sometimes. I guess you must be pretty special for her to warm to you so fast.”

At Slipknot’s uncertain look, Nemesis added. “See, I told you she could be a bit of a brat with new people.”

“She doesn’t seem like it.” Slipknot murmured, and resumed petting her.

“Oh, you traitor.” Joey said with mock sternness. “How quickly you forget who gives you tuna treats.”

Nemesis chuckled.

“You need to eat something, Slipknot.” Joey said after a moment, his voice calm, and gentle. “Would you like toast? A bagel?”

“I’m not hungry.” Slipknot replied, timidly.

“Yeah, I know bud, but trust me, it’s not good for you to not eat.”

“Um... some toast then... please...”

“Sure thing. Anything on it?”

“No. No thank you.” Slipknot said, rushing to add the last bit.

“Nemi, what about you?”

“Avocado toast.” Nemesis replied, smiling.

“Two orders of toast, got it.” Joey announced, and headed back downstairs.

“Nemesis.” Slipknot said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you helping me?” He looked like he was afraid of the answer.

“What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?”

“Don’t you hate me?”

“No.”

He looked surprised. “I thought you did.”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I never hated you.” He said finally. “I mean, we were enemies, but I always admired you.”

“You did?”

“Mhmmm.”

“I didn’t know that.” Nemesis said, quietly.

“I’m sorry.” He said finally, meeting her eyes. “For everything.”

“I forgive you.” Nemesis replied. “For everything.”

#Slipknot #Nemesis #Joey #Darkness Falls #whump #villain whump #supervillain whump #supervillain whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #sick whumpee #sick supervillain #begging #fever #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #past abandonment #past abuse

[blood-of-ink]

Like Broken Glass- 3

Warnings: Fever, past torture, mild pneumonia, scared whumpee, begging, mentions of nightmares.

Taglist: @whumpwillow, @stuck-in-this-mortal-form, and @equestrianwritingsstuff,  and @neverthelass

Supervillain drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes he was aware of who was with him, other times he wasn’t.

Right now, it was Civilian curled up in the chair next to his bed, wrapped in a blanket.

“She had nightmares about you.” Supervillain flinched at Villain’s voice, shrinking back as the other man walked into view.

“About how you were going to drown her.” Villain glared at him. “Do you have any idea how awful it is to hear your sister screaming in the middle of the night, crying that she doesn’t want to die?”

Supervillain closed his eyes, shaking his head.

“I doubt I could ever explain it to you.” Villain hissed. “So, I’m sure you understand why I’m not too sympathetic towards you.”

“Please.” Supervillain whimpered. “I... I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are.” Villain replied. “Because you know exactly what it’s like now, don’t you?”

Supervillain sniffled, looking away.

“Don’t you?” Villain growled.

“Yes.” Supervillain whispered.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” Villain sneered.

“Neither will your head after I pound it so hard you have three tongues in your shoes.” Civilian’s voice said coolly. “This isn’t the time for your ranting, Villain.”

“Did you just threaten to beat me over the head?” Villain demanded, ignoring the rest of what his sister had said.

“Yes.”

“Way to show appreciation Snip.” He huffed, shaking his head slightly.

“Stop being a bully, then.”

“Was anything I said untrue?”

“No, but it’s not what you said, it’s the reason you said it. To be an asshole.”

“Hey-”

“Oh come on. We both know that’s why!”

“He needs to-”

“No, you need to stop.”

Villain just scowled, and stalked away.

Civilian sighed, and looked down at Supervillain, who flinched back with a groan.

“Please, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise, please-”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Supervillain.” Civilian said, though she wouldn’t look at him.

“I’m sorry I tried to hurt you... I-I’m so sorry.”

Civilian just nodded, then tentatively, she put her hand on his forehead, and winced.

“I’m gonna go get Hero, you’re still burning up.”

Supervillain swallowed thickly as he remembered what he’d done to Hero. Whipped him, beaten him, broken his leg.

“N-no, please don’t.” He stuttered, reaching out and weakly grasping at Civilian’s wrist. “Please- I don’t-”

“Supervillain, it’s okay. No one is going to hurt you.”

“Please.” He whined, too terrified to listen to reason. The memory of the torture, the whip, the beatings, the water boarding. It was all too much.

“N-no! Please, no more! I’ll never do it again, please, please make it stop! I’m sorry!”

_____

Civilian knelt next to Supervillain as he fell into a full blown panic attack.

“Please, please, no more! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! Please, don’t hurt me!”

“Hush.” She said softly, cupping his flushed face in her hands. “Hush now, it’s alright.”

“No...” He whined, terrified eyes locking onto hers.

“Lie still, Supervillain, it’s okay now. You’re not there anymore.”

He took a shuddering breath, and began to cry.

It was so unnatural, watching a once deadly criminal mastermind sobbing like a frightened child, shaking uncontrollably in the blankets.

“Hush, it’s alright, you’re safe now.”

He looked up at her with wide, imploring eyes.

“Please...” He whispered again, his eyelids beginning to droop. “Mercy.”

With that, he passed out.

Civilian sighed, going into the bathroom to get a wet cloth, which she laid across his blistering forehead, brushing his damp hair back.

“It’s alright now.” She murmured, gently taking his hand.

#whump #past torture #supervillain whump #supervillain whumpee #whumperee #feverish supervillain #sick supervillain #whumper turned whumpee #begging #fear #panic attack #crying #feverish whumpee #fever #sick #illness #torture mention

[wolves-and-winters]

A White Haze

Request: do u write about supervillain turned whumpee, who are experiencing withdrawal symptoms after they've been drugged by a whumper for quite a long time and the hero/vigilante/civilian is helping them during there symptoms?

Warnings: Drug withdrawal, fever, nausea, very mild vomit mention, scared whumpee, Supervillain whumpee, begging, sickness.

Supervillain.

The most vicious, ruthless criminal in the entire region. He‘d stop at nothing to achieve his own goals, he never hesitated to resort to brutality to get what he wanted.

Even the mention of his name filled people with fear.

He was cold and cruel, the worst of the worst.

And here he was, shivering uncontrollably in Civilian’s bed, soaked in sweat, and deep in the grip of fever.

Civilian sighed, adjusting the covers over his trembling body.

“Pl-please...” He whimpered, so different from his usual commanding snarl. “Please, I-I can’t do this... I... please.”

“Supervillain-”

“Please... j-just give me them.” He begged.

Civilian shook her head, knowing exactly what he meant.

“I can’t Supervillain.  You need to recover.”

“Please.” He whined, even more desperation edging his voice now. “I just want it to stop.”

“It will stop.” Civilian promised, gently wiping a damp cloth over his feverish brow.

He’d been drugged for months. It was how the so-called heroes ensured he didn’t cause anymore trouble. Keeping him chained to a bed, doped out of his mind.

It was no wonder he was addicted to the stuff.

She’d found him totally by accident, just a lowly intern at the base. She’d gotten lost, and stumbled upon Supervillain in his sorry state.

Breaking him out had been surprisingly easy. The heroes didn't have him too closely guarded. Because there was no way he was going anywhere in his drugged up state, and who would ever want to break out Supervillian?

Except she had, and now she was in hiding in her parents hunting cabin, with the master criminal begging her for more of the drug to ease his pain.

“I-I can’t do this... please, d-don’t make me do this...” He moaned, shuddering violently.

“Supervillain, I don’t have it. Any of it.”

He sobbed in despair, whining and writhing on the bed.

Civilian sighed, and sat next to him, tentatively resting her palm on his scorching forehead.

“It hurts.” He sniffled.

“I know it does.”

She stayed by his side as he cried himself into a fitful sleep, feverish and terribly weak.

“I promise it will get better.” She murmured, stroking his hair gently. “I promise.”

#supervillain whumpee #civilian x supervillain #sick supervillain #drugged #whump #drug withdrawal #fever #begging #requested #fugitives #cruel treatment

[shydragonrider]

Into the Silence - 4

Warnings: High Fever, past torture mention, IV, pneumonia, delirium, panic attack, oxygen masks, restraints, respiratory distress.

Taglist @whumpwillow @whumpsday, @purple-heart-x, @equestrianwritingsstuff, and @everynameistakencarrots

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He was just getting worse, Bella had already paged Joe, and now, she was kneeling beside Wrath, scanning his temperature with a thermometer, and grimacing at the wet rattle of his breathing.

The thermometer beeped, showing a temperature of one-hundred-and-four degrees.

Any higher and it could kill him.

Bella stood, and practically sprinted down to the freezer, grabbing as many of the large ice packs that she could carry, and returning to the feverish Supervillain’s side.

Carefully, Bella placed one on his bruised stomach, and another behind his neck, before laying a smaller one across his forehead. He made a small noise of relief at the cold touch.

Joe arrived moments later, and immediately began assessing Wrath.

“I’d hoped these antibiotics would be enough, but unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case.” He said, wincing as he saw the Thermometer reading.

“I’m going to put him on something stronger, as well as get him on oxygen. He’s having too much difficulty breathing to avoid it."

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Caspian whimpered at the tightness in his chest, the pulses of pain running through his abdomen.

No. Not this again. He let out a strained sob, weakly trying to squirm around. The realization that he couldn’t sent a spike of terror through him.

“No...” He moaned, his voice weak and hoarse. His plea went unanswered, and he felt something press over his face.

Caspian panicked, wriggling around as much as he could manage, gasping for breath. All he did was exhaust himself.

With a sob of defeat, he fell still, unable to resist the darkness that claimed him.

_____

It took another 17 hours before Wrath woke up, during which time, Ben and Joe had taken turns watching him, before Bella had taken her turn again.

Bella was alerted by the increase in the Supervillain's raspy breathing. Closing her book, she stood up, and cautiously stepped closer.

Wrath groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He shifted, trying to sit up, only to be stopped by the restraints.

His eyes widened in panic, and he began to struggle, breathing heavily.

"Stop." Bella told him, closing the distance between them, and holding him down.

"Ghost-" He cut off as a violent coughing fit shook his muscular body. Bella grimaced at how painful it sounded.

His grey eyes locked onto hers, filled with helpless terror.

"Please." He begged when the fit subsided, his voice muffled by the oxygen mask. "Take it off."

"Wrath-"

"Take it off." He pleaded, dropping his head back to the pillow with a soft groan.

"Take what off?"

"The m-mask. Please." He sobbed.

"I can’t, not until Joe gives the go ahead.”

Wrath whimpered, tugging weakly against the restraints on his wrists. "Ghost." He pleaded again.

"Wrath, I can’t take it off. It’s helping you breathe, okay? It’s helping you.”

The Supervillain looked at her with wide, terrified eyes. She could tell that he didn’t believe her.

“Wrath-” She began, starting closer to him. He struggled anew with a frightened moan.

Bella stopped dead in her tracks. God, you can’t even manage to calm someone down. How fucking useless can you be? Her thoughts scolded.

Bella sighed. “It’s okay.” She tried, inching closer to Wrath, who could do nothing but watch, utterly helpless.

She carefully reached out a hand, and the Supervillain cowered back with a blubbering sound.

“Please.” He whimpered. “N-no. I can’t take this a-anymore.”

“Ssssshhhh, ssssshhhh. It’s okay.” Bella murmured, dropping into a crouch next to the bed.

Wrath’s chest heaved with panicked breaths, and Bella mentally scolded herself again.

“D-don’t hurt me. Please, no more.” He sobbed, writhing futilely against his restraints.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” Bella whispered, reaching out again. Wrath flinched, closing his eyes.

Bella gently rested her hand on his burning forehead, watching as he opened his eyes, now full of tears. He looked up at her in confusion and terror.

“Wrath, it’s going to be okay.” She said quietly, grimacing at the way he shivered, drenched in his own sweat.

His pleading whimper made her heart ache.

“Ssssshhhhh, you’re going to be okay.” Bella soothed, pushing his sweat-drenched blond hair off of his forehead.

He shuddered weakly, a soft moan slipping through his parted lips.

“You’re going to be okay.” Bella repeated, as he again fell unconscious.

She knew that he didn’t trust her, that he was just to exhausted and weak to hold consciousness, but at least it was a start.

#supervillain whumpee #sick whumpee #sick supervillain #scared supervillain #begging #pleading #scared #fear #low self worth #crying #begging supervillain #fever whump #pneumonia whump #pneumonia #illness #sickfic #internal injuries #broken ribs #Panic #hero caretaker #medic caretaker #antibiotics #iv #oxygen mask #respiratory distress

[hotchocolatewriting]

You felt that, didn’t you?

When Hero woke up the room was still dark. Everything, except for the one candle burning at the other side of the iron bars. A soft orange glow filled the dark room and provided the only bit of light during the night. It had something cosy to it, even though everything else about the situation was not something you would call ideal. Hero had no idea what time it was and with Villain taking away their phone and smartwatch they wouldn’t be able to know either. They sighed and turned around pulling the blanket over their pounding head to keep the cold air away. They could feel their body shiver, their teeth clattering, but they didn’t give it too much attention. Villain somehow never really kept it warm in here, but then why would they? Hero was their prisoner and had been for weeks. There was no way out. Not one that Hero had managed to find at least and so the days passed by slowly but surely. Villain would visit them daily. Coming downstairs to give them the food they needed and bring them clean clothes. Sometimes Villain let them go upstairs to take a bath or a shower, but every single time they would be put back in the cell again. Escaping was impossible, even during those moments, because even though Villain would give them all the time and freedom in the world for their bath, they would wait outside and make sure there was nothing Hero could use.

The first week had passed without any words, most of the time Hero didn’t even know that Villain had been there. Other times they wondered what the villain was thinking about. But after that week some conversations had started. At least if that was what you wanted to call them. Their conversations had been short, defensive and with a lot of arguing. Hero had tried every single argument to get them to freedom, every single technique they knew to get Villain to think about letting them go. Over time Hero gave up and slowly they got to know each other. After two weeks Villain would carefully start to tell about their days and sometimes even share little bits about themselves. Hero learned about their dog and their love for tea and cooking. Villain in return learned about Hero’s favorite foods and book obsession. It took a while, but Villain seemed to like the company more and more. Short conversations turned into longer ones, sometimes even more than an hour with Villain sitting on the other side of the bars as both of them ate. Both of them enjoyed each others company and Hero had to admit that they had a lot in common. They loved the same movies, the same parts of the city and even though Villain had killed, somewhere they cared. Villain’s visits made sure that the days were less boring and sometimes Villain would look away from them with guilt written all over their face. "I'm sorry for keeping you here," they would say, but they wouldn't let Hero go. They never did. One day Hero had asked about the outside world. Were they still searching, did they even try. Villain had not looked at them and tried to ignore the question. “I have to know, Villain,” Hero had said. Villain had not immediately given an answer, keeping quiet and eventually saying they didn’t know. A day later they couldn’t hold it anymore. “I’m sorry, Hero. I have never seen anyone try.” At that moment, after all the effort that Villain had put into keeping the truth from them, Hero immediately knew that it wasn’t a lie. It had been one of the hardest things to hear and Hero hadn’t been able to hide that fact from Villain who had stayed with them all day to keep the tears away as best as they could. They had even made Hero’s favourite food to cheer them up. Hero turned again to watch the flame dance on it’s candle. Something shifted in the corner of their eye and Hero quickly found someone laying at the other side of the bars. No blanket, no mattress or pillow. Just someone sleeping on the ground, using their arm to sleep on. "Villain?" Hero asked, their voice hoarse and painful. All they were greeted with was a soft murmur. Hero smiled at seeing them asleep like that, but they couldn’t help but wonder why they would be there. Besides, it was cold and Villain slept on the ground without any blankets or pillows. "Villain, what are you doing?" Hero asked again, louder this time, their voice still cracking. Villain turned around and looked up at them. "Hm?" They asked while rubbing their eyes. Even their hair peaked out. "Why are you here?" "To keep an eye on you of course,” Villain exclaimed, “I was worried!" They got to their feet and opened the door to sit down at Hero's bedside. "Why? I've been here for weeks and nothing has happened." "But you fainted when I brought you back from the shower! You swayed on your feet and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then I figured you were burning up and then you wouldn't wake up when I came back with cold water. I.. I thought you were dying!" Hero blinked surprised. Then a cold hand gently touched their forehead and Hero leaned into it. They hadn't realised their skin was so hot while they felt so cold. They couldn’t stop themselves from shivering still. "I'm fine," Hero muttered through clattering teeth, but they closed their eyes when Villain used the remote to turn the lights on. Their head felt like someone was testing their hammer on it. "You're not and we both know it," Villain said. They took a glass from the bedside table and held it in front of Hero. "Please drink some, I want you to be okay again." Hero thought about refusing. They weren’t thirsty or even hungry for that matter. But the pleading look in Villain's eyes made them reach out either way as they sat up. Their head was pounding even more and sitting up took a lot more effort than Hero thought at first. They were swaying, but Villain quickly threw their arm around them to keep Hero in place. How did they not realise that they felt so sick. "Do you need ice for your head? I couldn't catch you when you fell and you hit it quite hard." They looked away and added, "I already cooled it for about an hour when you were asleep, but I can imagine it still hurts." "You care way too much for an enemy," Hero said quietly. They shifted in place and could feel their muscles protest at the movement. Their body screamed for them to lay down again, to sleep. But they were so freezing cold that they weren’t sure if they could manage to sleep through the shivering. "I thought by now you would have figured it out," Villain said, a small but friendly smile playing around their lips. "Figured out what?" "I don't see you as my enemy, not anymore at least. I thought.. nevermind I dream too much. Just know I care and I want you to be okay." Hero nodded but inside they were trying to get their mind together. What did they mean? At least they didn't want them dead, but that was already known otherwise they wouldn't be here. But then again, Villain cared so much, way too much. "What time is it?" Hero asked, closing their eyes and holding a hand against their temple. They felt their heart beating with every painwave that went through their head. Villain shrugged. "I don't know, 3 am or so?" "And you're still here taking care of me?" "I don't care about the time. I will even bring you to the bath if that's what you want. I will stay here with you to make sure you're okay." A bath sounds nice, Hero thought. The warmth sounded even better. But Hero didn’t feel like drying themselves with a towel and being in the nice, calming warmth only to return to cold dark cell. "Warmth does sound nice," Hero said, turning their gaze towards Villain. "It's always cold here." "Sorry," Villain said quietly. "Didn't mean to." They took the glass over and put it back, helping Hero to lower themselves down. Hero closed their eyes again. Then they felt Villain’s hands underneath their back and legs, before they knew it Villain pulled them towards their chest. Hero yelped surprised, but Villain held them firmly. "It's okay, I will just bring you to my room. It's warmer there." "Sounds good," Hero mumbled, closing their eyes once again. Sweat was streaming down just beside their eye, but they were so cold that Villain’s body warmth almost felt like it was a nice burning fireplace. Hero could feel their head roll against Villain’s chest, but they didn't have the strength to move anymore or open their eyes. They felt the vibration of Villain’s soft chuckle, felt how their muscles and body were burning with pain now they had tried to move. Felt.. soft lips against their forehead before Villain lowered them down and tugged them in some warm covers. Hero's brain was too sleepy to work properly for a moment but they could hear Villain walking away. Warmth was slowly coming and not much later something even warmer was pressed against their chest, waking them up from their half sleep. "Warm water bottle," Villain said when Hero managed to open their eyes for a questioning look. "Sorry for waking you again." "I was awake," Hero said, their eyes closing, then opening again to see Villain’s shocked expression and the heat that had reached their cheeks but they said nothing. "I will let you sleep now," they said as they walked away. Hero hugged the warm water bottle, pressing it against their cold body. Villain had done everything to keep them warm. To help them feel better. "Stay." "What?” Villain asked, surprised. “Do you need anything else?" Their voice turned to worried again. Their eyes wandered over Hero, looking for any signs of pain. Anything that they might need. "Just stay,” Hero said. Villain nodded and quietly sat down at the edge of the bed. Hero took their hand in their own. They were so warm. Hero held their hand against their cheek, there it felt cool which reminded Hero that after all they were still burning up. "Sleep," Hero said, their voice soft. "Here. You're warm, nice." Hero could see them blushing again right before they turned their head away again to hide it. "I can't," Villain said. "Just do it, I'm cold." Villain shifted nervously, then sighed and lay down behind Hero. "You felt that kiss, didn't you." "Maybe I did."

#hero #villain #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes #villains #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #superhero #supervillain #hero and villain fluff #villain and hero fluff #sick hero #trapped hero #hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #write #writeblr #my writing #writing blog

[thepenultimateword]

Short Prompt #98

“You’ve long evaded me, Villain, but today is the day you meet your match!” Hero cried, bursting the door off its hinges in one powerful kick. The heavy piece of oak slammed flat against the floor with a resounding bang!

“Shhhh!” Villain hissed sharply as they burst around the corner. “Supervillain has the flu, and I just got them to sleep, if they wake up I swear—“

“Villlaaaain,” Supervillain’s voice whined pathetically from the other room.

Villain glared murderously at the hero. “You’ve doomed us both.”

#still sick #feeling miserable #but here’s this #short prompt #writing prompt #villain x villain #supervillain x villain #hero x villain #hero x villain community #heroes and villains community #prompt

[epiclamer]

Heyo I just had a great idea for a request. Hero wakes up in a hospital run by Villain and tries to escape, leading Villain to have to try to calm them down and explain the situation. Hero was super injured by Supervillain and a regular hospital wasn't enough to treat them. Will Hero trust Villain or will Villain have to knock them out to get them to stay?? Anyway could you write a snippet based on this pretty please??? It's okay if not!!!

Of course I can, sorry it’s been so long—

Overnight Stay

“Hero…” The one in question jumped, startled at the intrusion of their space when they had been so sure they were alone a simple minute ago. Eyes wide and frantic as they locked on the villain, an untrusting hunch in their body language; it was all too recognizable.

The villain almost felt bad for sneaking up on them. They hadn’t meant to scare the younger hero. They were just a kid after all.

Villain took a deep breath, readying themselves. “Hero, I need you to come back to the medic’s room with me.”

That didn’t seem to change anything.

“You’re hurt, Hero. I just want to help you.”

Another failed attempt.

The criminal was beginning to lose their patience. “Look, Hero. We can do this one of two ways, the easy way or the hard way. I don’t want to have to drag you back unconscious, so bear with me will you?”

They were so jarred, Villain half expected them to shake right out of their skin. It was unnerving—to say the least—to watch such a young hero be hurt so badly.

The poor kid’s body was littered with scars they shouldn’t have. Not even years from now, nobody deserved that kind of suffering, young or old, good or evil.

“I-I d-don’t… d-don't want to g-go back—” The hero whispered, unsteadiness in their voice and tear tracks crisscrossing down their cheeks.

Villain had to remind themselves that they were dealing with someone no older than seventeen, someone who was hurt and someone who was hurting. They shouldn’t have threatened them, that was no way to start. They shouldn’t have raised their voice either.

The kid was sickly pale, covered in dirt and grime, suffering from a terribly high fever and walking on legs that couldn’t hold their own weight.

It was only by chance and pure, unmistakable luck that Villain had noticed them trapped under the rubble of Supervillain’s destruction. No one else had. Not the rescue teams. Not the heroes.

But, Villain had seen the flicker of movement and flash of colour hidden beneath the pavement. The poor thing had been stuck for at least three days.

Supervillain’s rampage was too much for the emergency teams to handle and one section left unsearched could’ve only added to the pile of deaths. They worked as fast as possible, but sometimes they were too late.

The villain had made sure that once they had secured their patient, they were never going to fight again. Not after they had seen the small, malnourished and pained thing hiding under the mask of a hero.

A child was not to hold the guise of a martyr.

“M-My team—”

Hero’s frail voice rung out again, summoning the villain from their thoughts as their attention refocused.

“P-please…”

Villain took a few steps forward, finally standing in front of the hero. Taking in their terrified state from where they sat on the floor, reaching their hand out slowly to the other.

“We can deal with your team later. For now let’s get you healed up, okay?”

And the hero took their outstretched hand carefully, promising them a better future.

#IM SICK #IM GETTING SICK AGAIN #IM GONNA LOSE IT #hero #villain #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #hero whump #whump #whumpee #whumper #Caretaker #villain caretaker #supervillain whumper #heroes #Villains #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #heroes x villains #villains x heroes #hurt comfort

[spearxwind]

Im sick of studying

#im sick of studying im sick of studying im sick of studying #its making me annoyed and irritable and its making me lose sleep and im turning into A FUCKING SUPERVILLAIN #THUNDERCLAP #SORRY I JUST NEED TO VENT OUHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHH #knuckles turning white as i grip the chair. just one more month. #the way you can tell i have zero passion for this

[mayoiayasep]

ok but like. is there going to be a ryuseitai event that addresses chiaki and the way he puts all the burdens onto himself and would rather people hit him when they're angry or like. am i just goin gto have to lay awake at night thinking about this until the end of time

#enstars #chiaki morisawa #^ thinking about the supervillain prologue again #genuinely its so. i love chiaki. really i do. but also. gah. gahhhhhhh #no wonder the ryuseijuniors were fucking sick of him im sick of him rn and i dont even see him every day #happy late birthday chiaki btw. i wish i could punch him about it but it probs wouldnt do anything #and like its not like the story hasnt 'addressed' it its just. when will it get through that fucking idiots thick skull that the people who #-care about him dont want him to do that?? augh. fuck. i need to reread more ryuseitai stories

[turnthetablesonthem]

Darkness Falls - 5

Warnings: Very mild vomit mention, fever, delirium, sickness, panic, fear, begging, scared whumpee, non-sexual partial nudity, platonic bathing, belief one is going to die, belief that one is hallucinating.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpwillow, @briars7, @shydragonrider, @whumpsday, @kira-the-whump-enthusiast, @mylifeisonthebookshelf, @interdimensional-chaos

Take her down, Shadowdancer. Or I will. Nemesis’ voice replayed in his head. She meant it, and he knew it.

Joey remembered what Mark had said, when Joey was stitching his leg up after the prior encounter with Slipknot, about how much he would give to see the smug smirk wiped off of Slipknot’s face.

Joey had agreed, saying they all wanted to see that. But now, looking down at the Supervillain, he was nearly overwhelmed in guilt. This isn’t what I meant. He tried to tell himself, but this did not ease the guilt.

The injured boy shifted with a soft whimper, sweat beading on his face. “Mnhhh.” He groaned.

Joey sat up as Slipknot’s pale blue eyes fluttered open, still glassy with fever. It was clear from one glance that the poor thing was terrified.

“Wh-what’s happening?” He moaned, struggling to prop himself up on his elbows, before collapsing back to the bed with a pathetic whine.

“Slipknot, it’s okay.” Joey said, keeping his voice low and calm as he looked down at the shivering boy.

He shook his head, tears spilling over his lashes, and down his flushed cheeks.

“How is he?” Nemesis asked, appearing in the doorway, her white and red still wet from the shower.

“About the same. I need to go on patrol. See if I can find any leads. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

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Things had just gotten worse, and it must have been utter hell for Slipknot, who had spent the past hour and a half throwing up in the bathroom. Nemesis rested her hand on his shoulder as he curled up on the floor, crying.

“Ssssshhhhh, ssssssshhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Slipknot.”

He just sobbed, hiding his face against his arm. He was shaking, soaked in sweat, his fever was still holding at 104.3 °. At least it hadn’t gotten any worse.

Nemesis sighed, rubbing the Supervillain’s shoulder.

Seeing as he had been held prisoner for three months, Nemesis was surprised by how muscular he still was. Still lean and broad chested, his currently tense muscles rock-hard, and and he was at least 6′3.

It had been hell on Nemesis’ back and arms to half carry him into the bathroom when he’d started gagging.

And there was no way she’d be able to get him back, as he now seemed utterly incapable of getting up.

Nemesis sighed, trying to figure out what to do next when Joey’s voice shouted that he was back.

Nemesis silently thanked whatever foresight had lead to her giving Joey a key, as she didn’t want to leave Slipknot alone, even for a moment. He was already scared out of his mind, he didn’t need any added stress.

“Shadow, I need you in the bathroom.” Nemesis called, gently carding her fingers through Slipknot’s damp blond hair. He flinched, whimpering miserably.

 The door opened, and Nemesis looked up a Joey, even as Slipknot curled into a ball with a frightened sob.

Despite Slipknot’s height and muscular build, Joey was bigger than him. Then again, Joey was 6′6, and almost three hundred pounds of pure muscle. Nemesis, if she had to guess, would have pinned Slipknot at around two-hundred pounds. Significantly smaller than Joey.

Joey’s eyes were soft, as he gently gestured to Nemesis to move out of the way, before lifting Slipknot into his arms like it was nothing.

“Joey.” Nemesis said quietly. “Let’s take him upstairs. To my room. It has a bathroom en suite. Make things easier.”

Joey nodded, even as Slipknot shuddered in his hold. “We need to get him cleaned up anyway.” Joey said.

Nemesis showed him the way, grimacing as Slipknot groaned when Joey set him down in the bath. His glazed eyes widened, and he whimpered as Joey cut the bandages away.

“W-wait!” He begged weakly. “Pl-plea-please no.” 

Nemesis climbed into the tub with him, and pressed the back of her hand to his scorching forehead. The man whimpered pathetically, trying to pull away.

Joey gently pushed him forward, giving him proper access to the wounds on Slipknot’s back. Pathetically, he squirmed and wailed, and Nemesis closed her eyes. She held him, letting him lean against her as Joey turned on the shower, and used the hand-held nozzle to rinse Slipknot’s back off. The supervillain whimpered, clinging to Nemesis.

It was strange. She’d hated him so much, yet now, she felt nothing but pity for the crying, shaking mess that had curled himself against her.

“O-oh God, pl-please.” He begged, pressing his face against her shoulder. “N-no more. I-I- Please, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Nemesis murmured.

Slipknot jolted with a cry of pain as Joey used a disinfectant soap on his back.

“Hnngghh- please, stop.” He whined, a choked groan slipping past his lips as Joey gently eased him back against the rim of the tub.

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Slipknot whimpered, blinking hard to clear his vision. Nemesis inched closer to him, and he tensed, bracing for pain.

But she just sat in front of him.

“It’s going to be okay, Slipknot.” She murmured, putting her hand on his forehead as Shadowdancer tilted his head back.

Slipknot sobbed. Why would they expose his throat if not to cut it?

“Please- I’ll do better, I-”

“Ssshhhh.” Nemesis said gently, as warm water cascaded through his hair. “Sssshhhh, it’s okay.”

Slipknot closed his eyes with a sniffle. There was no way Nemesis would ever help him. Not after what he’d done. Not after how he’d held her underwater.

No, it had to be a dream, a hallucination. Fevers could cause hallucinations, couldn’t they? If only he could think clearly.

A warm, wet cloth gently touched his face, and he flinched slightly, before falling still again, too exhausted to keep struggling.

_________

It wasn’t long before Slipknot passed out again.

“I can finish up here.” Joey said quietly. “Go get changed into something dry. And grab a spare pair of boxers from the guest room. You mentioned that Mark had left a few.”

Nemesis nodded, drying herself off, before changing into a shirt that was several times too large for her, and grabbing a pair of boxers like Joey had requested.

It was about twenty minutes later that Joey carried out Slipknot, who was bandaged again, and still unconscious.

Nemesis stood up, allowing Joey to set the injured man down on her bed.

“You get some sleep too, kid, I’ll make something for you both to eat.” He said, looking up at her. Nemesis nodded as Joey headed back downstairs. Not wanting to leave Slipknot alone by going to the guest room, she curled up on the edge of the bed, and closed her eyes.

#Platonic bathing #sick whumpee #tw mild vomit mention #tw sick mention #fever #delirium #begging #Supervillain whumpee #feverish supervillain #Supervillain character #poisoned supervillain #crying #villain whump #sick supervillain #whumper turned whumpee #scared whumpee #mild nudity

[em-writes-stuff]

mystery pill + gaslighting

day 13 of two weeks of whump @promptsforyourwhumpfic

672 words

villain and supervillain

warnings: drugging, gaslighting

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“Villain?” Supervillain calls from her room. “Can you get me something for my migraine?” 

There’s no reply, but she can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the water running, and now he’s in her doorway. He hands her a glass and pill. 

“Thanks,” she says, popping the pill in her mouth and taking a sip of water. She finishes the rest of the water and hands the cup back to him. 

He nods and leaves her room, placing the cup in the sink and sitting back down in front of his computer. 

Two hours later, Villain stands up and checks on Supervillain, pushing the door open without a second thought. She’s slumped over her workbench, a pencil in hand, and the blueprints for a weapon laid out in front of her. Villain smiles and opens her computer, typing in the password and getting to work. 

Supervillain wakes up in her bed, how she got there? She has no idea. Her head isn’t any better, so she rolls over to face away from the window and draws the blanket up to her chin. 

The next day, Villain gives her the same kind of pill and she downs it without hesitation, hoping it would work. She gets back to work on her weapon, falling asleep after just two hours again. 

Villain wakes her up before dinner, “Are you feeling any better?” 

“No,” she groans. “I think I’m worse somehow. What have you been giving me?” 

He shakes his hands and mumbles, “Just whatever you usually take. The label’s worn off but it usually works. Do you think you’re sick?” 

He presses his hand to her forehead and frowns, “You’re a little warm. Why don’t I make you some tea?” 

“I have that thing with Hero later today. I have to make it there.” she tries to push herself up, but Villain stops her. He gently lays her back down and shakes his head. 

“Don’t be silly, you can’t do anything right now. I can go meet him. I helped you write the deal, so I know the whole thing by heart. Maybe better than you since I was typing it for you.” He lays a blanket over her and nods. 

“No, I have to…I should do it. Hero’s expecting me, so I should be there to meet him.” 

“Sure,” Villain says, taking a step back. “If you can get up and get ready alone, you can meet him. But if not, then can I do it for you?” 

She takes a deep breath and takes a moment to decide, but she nods. 

“Thank you. I’m going to make you tea, and if you’re able to get ready, I’ll pour it in a thermos, alright?” he leaves the room before she can give an answer. 

Villain puts a mug of water in the microwave and sets the timer, then leans against Supervillain’s doorway. He watches her try to get up, and fail three times before stopping her. 

“Supervillain,” He says softly. “You can’t do this. Not today, okay?”

She sighs and falls back against her pillow, breathing heavily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel so weak. I don’t understand it.” 

He nods and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, “It’s probably just a 24-hour bug. You’ll be right as rain in the morning.” 

She nods, and lets him pull away with a sigh. He walks out of her room, a small, satisfied smile on his face. Quickly, he takes the mug out of the microwave and pulls apart a pill capsule above the boiling water. He tosses the empty capsule in the trash and dunks a tea bag into the steaming water. 

Villain sets the tea next to Supervillain’s bed and walks back out to meet with Hero. What Supervillain doesn’t know is that he’s not going over what they’d planned together. Supervillain wanted peace? After months of winning the important battles against Hero? It wasn’t smart, so she was going to do the right thing for them. 

#twow #two weeks of whump #whump #whump fic #whump writing #supervillain whump #supervillain whumpee #villain whumper #tw drugging #mystery pill #gaslighting whump #sick whumpee #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing

[thegreatyin]

also i may not be spoiling myself on the specifics of evolution's endings but i have learned about the existence of the neon future and im obsessed? i just know the scoundrel aka herr gacha spiel is living it up down there

#they feel like they'd go on to be a veils or fires sort of final boss main ambition antagonist master #they were born to be a dramatic cocky gay coded supervillain. it's in their dna. #i just know their ass is laundering genshin impact revenue #yin-thoughts #fallen london #they're the one rigging all of my ak pulls. that sick bastard #they've kept mostima from me for 4 fucking years

[shydragonrider]

Into the Silence - Chapter 6

Warnings:  combat training, guilt, character death mention, survivors guilt.

Taglist: @purple-heart-x, @whumpsday, @everynameistakencarrots, @equestrianwritingsstuff, @greenfrog001

Note: The next chapter will be very whumpy, I promise.

Bella growled as the staff cracked across her back.

“Focus.” Ben chided. “Stop giving in to your temper.”

“Stop hitting me with a stick!” Bella snapped in reply, earning a chuckle from her mentor.

“Your opponents will try and provoke you, Belladonna, don’t blindly charge them in anger.”

Ben watched his trainee roll her eyes, gripping her staff until her knuckles turned white.

He sighed. “Bells.”

She looked up at him, surprised by the sudden use of a nick name.

“Enough for one day.” Ben said. She frowned, but did not argue with him. She handed him her staff, and headed out of the training arena.

Ben watched her go, lost in thought, until Joe cleared his throat.

“You have something to say?”

“You’re too hard on her.”

“This is what she needs to learn. She needs to be able to survive-”

“Pushing Bella to killing herself from exhaustion will not bring Ethan back.” Joe said quietly.

Ben sighed. “Neither will blaming Wrath.”

Joe shook his head. “That’s different.”

“How? It wasn’t Wrath’s fault, Joe. Whatever crimes he has committed, that was not one of them.”

“We wouldn’t have been out that night if we weren’t looking for him.” Joe said.

“No, we wouldn’t have been, but it was Evernight who killed Ethan. Wrath wasn’t even there. You not wanting to treat him changes nothing.”

“Bella is getting attached.” Joe sighed, avoiding meeting Ben’s eyes.

“I’m aware. And I’m also aware that Wrath, or rather, Caspian, is becoming attached to her as well.”

“He calls her for help, and she never hesitates.”

“She hates seeing people suffer.” Ben said. “And I’ve never known you to enjoy it.”

“I don’t.” Joe snapped. “I just hate that it’s him I’m helping. I hate that I’m starting to feel sorry for him.”

___________

Bella sighed as she walked through the halls. This time of year was hard on everyone.

Tomorrow was the one year anniversary of her predecessor, Ethan’s, death.

Bella missed him terribly, missed his encouragement, his jokes, his friendship.

And she hated that she’d never be able to live up to his expectations.

“You’ll be better than me one day, Bells.”

“No I won’t.” She whispered aloud, arriving at the small memorial she and Joe had built. “I’ll never even match up to what you were. I can see it in Ben’s eyes.”

She sat down in front of the little shrine.

“I wish you were here.”

“We all wish he was here.” Joe said, coming up behind her.

“Tomorrow will be hard, on Ben especially.”

“Bella-”

“Ethan was his favorite. We need to be there for him.”

“It shouldn’t have happened.” Joe lamented. Bella felt something in her snap.

“I know.” She whispered, tears threatening to fall. “Too many people have died because of me.”

Horror dawned on Joe’s face.

“That’s not what I meant.” He gasped.

“But it’s true.” Bella replied. “My mother, Ethan... they both died because of me. I wasn’t there when my mom needed me, and-”

“Bella-”

“And I was supposed to be with you that night. Ethan was supposed to be resting.”

“You were sick, Bella, Ben told you to stay here. I agreed. Ethan was happy to go, you know he was. It wasn’t your fault.”

“And he’s dead because of it.”

“He’s dead because Evernight killed him. Not because you were sick.”

Bella shook her head, and stood up.

“Bells-”

“I don’t wanna fight right now.” She said quietly, and headed for the medbay.

_______

Caspian slowly blinked his eyes open, instinctively trying to sit up, only to gasp as pain bolted through his abdomen.

Ghost, or Belladonna, she’d said her name was, was sitting across from him.

It took him a moment to realize that she was crying.

“Belladonna?” He croaked out, his voice gravelly.

She startled.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” She said, wiping her eyes.

“Y-you’re crying.” He coughed, grimacing his lungs strained with the intensity. Belladonna winced too.

He struggled to regain his breath, a small whimper escaping him.

Belladonna gently took his hand, and Caspian looked up into her pretty blue eyes.

“Please stay.” He choked out, tasting blood as he blacked out.

#guilt #emotional whump #grief #combat training #character death mention #Belladonna #Caspian #Joe #Ben #hero x supervillain #supervillain whumpee #fever #pneumonia #sickness #sick supervillain #supervillain turned whumpee

[hotchocolatewriting]

You felt that, didn’t you #2

Part 1

Most of the night was easy enough. Hero managed to stay asleep for hours despite their sick body. Though when they woke up, their body felt heavy and every muscle was on fire. Beside them, Villain was still asleep. They lay at the edge of the bed with their back turned towards Hero. Somehow it was surprising to see that they hadn’t gotten up and walked away as soon as Hero had fallen asleep. Hero struggled to turn themselves on their other side and closed their eyes. Originally they had hoped to get out and wander around for a bit, see how far they would be able to come. But with a body as sick as theirs it was better to save some energy and not participate in some needless fights. Especially not now that Villain seemed to trust them enough to bring them here.. their room. Hero opened their eyes and tried to look around for a bit, wondering what they could find. But the curtains were closed and there was barely any light in the room. Hero could make out a big desk with lots of things on it, one shelf on the wall with books and a closet with a mirror on it. The rest was too dark to see.

It didn’t take too long for Villain to shift and turn around too. Hero had been trying to fall asleep, without any success but they didn’t move when they heard Villain and they didn’t when they couldn’t anymore, wondering what they were doing. Villain’s hand touched their forehead like they had done the other day and then stroked through their hair, gently, caring. The touch was light and felt good despite the fact that Hero’s head was still pounding. Then it stopped, just as Hero wanted to lean into it. They heard Villain mumbling to themselves, “Probably shouldn’t.” “But it was nice,” Hero said, turning their head to look at Villain who visibly jumped to sit straight up and then froze in place looking at Hero in utter shock. “Can you stop pretending to be asleep when you’re clearly not?!” Hero chuckled. “Not if that means you stop being adorable. Besides, I was.. well half.” “I am your enemy, you shouldn’t be calling me adorable,” Villain said as they got up and turned their head away. Hero turned around once again to watch Villain who opened the curtains now. Even with their back turned towards them, Hero could tell they were nervous. They could see Villain fidgeting with their shirt and knew they had barely looked them in the eyes since the kiss. Hero could even see a little bit of their face and ears that were bright red. It made them smile. Hero nestled themselves a bit further underneath the thick covers. Villain’s bed was actually very nice. Now Villain watched them, a small smile playing around their lips. “How are you feeling?” “Like I have been hit by a truck after running a whole marathon and more. Everything hurts.” “I think your fever has gone down at least,” Villain said quietly. “You didn’t feel like you were burning up anymore.” “I’m also not as cold anymore, thanks to you. Thank you for staying and.. for holding me.” Now it was Hero’s turn to blush as they realised what they were saying they had done. Villain grinned now, but they didn’t go into it. Instead they opened the other curtains and walked towards the door. “Would you like for me to prepare you a warm bath? I have bath salt that should help with your cold.” “That sounds nice,” Hero said. Villain nodded and stared at them as if they wanted to say something else. Doubt shimmering in their eyes just before they shook their head and walked away. What are they thinking? Hero wondered. Not much later Villain had guided them to the bathroom and given them a new stack of clean clothes. Again they had looked at Hero with such an intense gaze, opened their mouth to say something and then closed it again without letting any words pass. Somehow they gave Hero a confused impression, a sad one even, but Hero couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “What’s wrong?” Hero asked as they sat down on the edge of the bath. “Nothing, it’s just..Would you.. Nevermind it’s fine.” They turned away once again and all Hero wanted to do was throw their arms around them to comfort them. The only thing stopping them were their own morals, the knowledge that they had already taken this way too far. But once again Villain left and Hero sighed. Hero wished they could just push it on being sick, delirious even, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of them. Because even though it was stupid to fall for the villain that was keeping them locked up in here and probably got them sick in the first place, they had. Hero liked them and they wouldn’t have known, wasn’t it for Villain liking them back so obviously. For their friend, Hero did feel comfortable enough to call them that, to care so much. To worry about them, kiss them and be so damn gentle and sweet. Hero let their head rest on their knees as they sat in the hot water. “Dammit I fell for them,” they cursed to themselves. They’re way too nice for a villain, but then again they were also keeping them here, but they also comforted them way too many times and they had fun together anyway. And their meals! The meals were perfection! Hero smiled at the ridiculous thought. What does that have to do with any of this? They still killed people, only the bad ones according to Villain. They were a danger for everyone for the people of the city. But then the same people weren’t even trying to search for them. Those same people had hurt them and caused Villain to comfort them with everything they could have needed. Made Villain sad upon seeing Hero like that even. Villain might be a criminal, they had never really hurt them, not like that. And maybe that one day had been the start of this all. When Hero was fully rimpled and the water turned cold they finally decided to get out. Their muscles were still hurting, but the pain was a lot less and thanks to Villain’s special bath salt they could breathe through their nose. Villain was nowhere to be seen. Normally they would wait before the door or somewhere further in the hallway, but this time Hero didn’t see them. It gave them the opportunity to walk around and explore for a bit. When Hero made it to the living room Villain was still nowhere to be seen. The door to the outside garden wasn’t even that far away now. Hero still didn’t want to break Villain’s trust, knowing they could maybe use it to escape later with more chance of succeeding. “Less chance at breaking Villain’s heart too,” their mind screamed. But Hero was curious and wanted to breathe in some fresh air. They could just sit outside in the garden and wait for Villain to come back. Maybe walk around the house a bit and explore, get some sun even though it wasn’t that warm. They had only set two steps outside when they heard Villain’s voice from behind and froze. “I knew you would come here,” their voice was soft and there was not a single trace of anger or disappointment. Instead Hero felt a blanket being thrown around their shoulders. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to break your trust.” Hero said, turning to face Villain. They sat down again, their back against the wall. “You didn’t,” Villain said. Somehow those words were a bigger relief than they should be. Villain seemed to notice and gestured for Hero to sit down too. “It’s only fair. I didn’t realise how long you’ve had to miss this because of me.” Hero looked at them but Villain didn’t look back. They still had that frown on their face, that sadness and doubt in their eyes. So Hero didn’t say anything and let their head rest on Villain’s shoulder. “You know you’re only here so you wouldn’t stand in my way, right? Not because I want anything from you or to hurt you.. gosh I hate to see you hurt.” They fumbled with the cords of their hoodie. “I know I should have done it sooner, but then we started to get along even more and I enjoyed our time together. I was scared that it would go away. Selfish, I know. I’m your enemy, I know.. bad and all that stuff. But I should have let you go because I like you, not keep you all to myself because of that.” Villain looked at them. Hero hadn’t moved from their shoulder and only moved their eyes to look back at them. “Would you be able to.. forget.. well not forget, forgive is a better word I guess. Would you be able to forgive me if I-” Villain sighed and looked back at their hands. “If I turn everything around? If I try to do things differently, maybe I don’t know, help you?” Hero sat up now, surprised at Villain’s question or request even. “You want that?” “I know it sounds ridiculous. Sorry.” “No. No! It doesn’t!” Hero said. “I mean it’s unexpected but if you would want that, we can figure something out. But why?” Villain took both of their shoulders and stared them in the eyes, then slowly brought their face closer, closing their eyes and lightly pressed a kiss on Hero’s lips. When Hero looked at them again they saw a very shy, very red version of Villain staring down at their hands, then looking up at them again. “Because I would like to have a fair chance with you. If you are okay with that of course.” “Of course!” Hero said, taking Villain’s hands in their own so they would stop fidgeting. “As long as you want to be my personal cook too.” Villain laughed. “Sure, I can do that, my love.” “Love you too,” Hero said, kissing them back.

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