Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears

Contains: generic characters, aftermath of captivity, aftermath of rescue, panic, crying

Whumpee woke with a start and immediately couldn’t breathe. Everything around them was blinding white and unfamiliar, they didn’t know where they were, what was Whumper doing to them now? They struggled to sit up, but they were so weak that their arms just collapsed underneath them.

Then someone was there, looming above them and putting their hands on their shoulders. Through the haze of fear, they were just a silhouette, but it couldn’t be anyone but Whumper. It was always Whumper, always with some new method to hurt them. They stopped trying to move, instead lying there trembling with their eyes shut, waiting for the pain to start.

“Whumpee! Calm down, breathe. You’re safe.”

This bit of the hero/villain verse takes place in between the other two I've written this month - after Leave Me Alone and before Interrogation (both of which you can find on the masterlist!)

Bruno aka The Brute belongs to Izzy, who wrote most of his dialogue for this piece and helped come up with the idea for it.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

Contains: lady whump, supervillain whump, beating, broken ribs, mild blood, corporal punishment, talk of death, referenced parental abuse, brief self-deprecating thoughts, touch aversion, passing out

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“What do you think you’re doing?”

Kamaria whirls around, heart lodging itself in her throat as soon as she hears Roderick’s voice. Swallowing past it, she gestures lamely toward the end of the alley where she’d been heading. “Going back to headquarters?”

He takes a couple of slow steps forward, eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe you finished your mission.” 

She grits her teeth. This was bound to happen, she just thought she’d have until she got back to prepare herself for it. He’s never met her outside of headquarters like this before. “I couldn’t. Got stopped by The Brute.”

Whumptober 2022

NO. 30 - NOTE TO SELF: DON’T GET KIDNAPPED

Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me”

Sorry not sorry for overloading y’all with Kamaria this month. I’m a little obsessed with her. This one is canon universe.

Contains: lady whump, fantastic racism, misogyny, noncon touch, noncon kiss, threats of noncon, referenced corporal punishment, death mention, stabbing mention

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“Where do you think you’re going?”

Kamaria tenses at the voice. It isn’t often, thankfully, that anyone speaks to her when she walks through camp, and it’s never good when someone does. She almost doesn’t stop. Every fiber of her being wants to keep walking, ignore the man, pretend she didn’t hear or maybe, for once, make it clear that she did hear and just doesn’t care.

But she knows better. So she stops, and reluctantly turns to face Roderick, staring him straight in the eye. “My tent.” As if she had anywhere else she’d be going after a mission besides the guardhouse if she’d somehow failed, and he’d certainly know if that was the case. He’d be the one joining her there to carry out her punishment.

He saunters closer. Her fingers curl into fists, fingernails digging into her palms, but she resists the overwhelming urge to step backwards until he’s less than an arm’s length away. As soon as she does, his hand shoots out and latches onto the hair at the crown of her head. Forcing her to step back toward him, he twists her head sideways and backwards so that he can sneer down into her face. Kamaria glares back.

Whumptober 2020 - Day 29

Okay, quick explanation of the next few days. I started writing Abandoned Part 2 for today's prompt. It's turning into a monstrosity. I ended up deciding that I was going to need some more time to finish it, and skipped to write the other 2 days first. So today's fic is actually the prompt for Day 30, and tomorrow's will be the prompt from Day 31. Day 29's prompt, the Abandoned sequel, will be on the last day. Everybody capiche?

Without further ado...Keith is an idiot, an ongoing saga.

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Day 29 (No. 30) - Wound Reveal/Ignoring an Injury

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: explosions, stab wounds, blood

The stitch in his side kept getting worse the longer they ran. It was odd, considering he didn’t usually have that issue, but he attributed it to some muscle he had pulled the wrong way when fighting with that Galra lieutenant and just kept running. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice. Pidge and Hunk had planted explosives all over the base, and they had less than a dobash left to clear the area before they went off.

Bursting out the front door of the building, Keith and Lance dove behind the boulders where Allura, Pidge, and Hunk were already waiting, just in time for the detonations to start. Heat washed over them as the ground shook.

“Cutting it a little close there, were we?” Pidge quipped.

Lance scoffed. “Maybe, but you have to admit that would have been an awesome action movie sequence right there.”

Still panting for breath, Keith cupped his waist where the pain was originating, only to feel a slight rip in the fabric. Startled, he pulled his hand back and saw that the fingers of his glove were wet. Huh. Guess that lieutenant got a knick in, after all. No wonder it had been hurting.