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Hand in Hand (part eleven)

cw: aftermath of whump, hospital setting, adult language

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Fleet soldiers come to collect him with weapons drawn and cuffs to replace his chains. They lift him from the bed and strap him to a stretcher, tight enough that he can barely move. Dan doesn't fight it.

They'll take him aboard and throw him in the brig. Probably interrogate him, probably transfer him to a place he has no hope of escaping once they're done. He doesn't care. Whatever they do to him, it can't be worse than Swift's ruthlessness and cold manipulation. Unlike her, the Fleet has rules.

He isn't so naive as to believe they actually follow those rules, but being an intergalactic organization puts them under a certain level of public scrutiny. And even if the Fleet-aligned public hate Dan, they won't be bold enough to condone his torture. He isn't safe, but he's safer. Wes is safer.

Maybe he can cut a deal with them. Comply and give them anything they want, in exchange for his friend's freedom. Something he'll never know again, but again, he doesn't care. He took his last breath of free air months ago.

He just has to hope they get to Wes in time.

#idk if ill write many more parts of this #it would be fun to explore because things will take a different turn due to Nabi not being involved #Jin and the rest will try to keep her away from the pair and since she doesn't know the state theyre in or how the rest of the crew reacts #she has no reason to seek them out #of course she might happen on something later and take a stand but it's not guaranteed #riotkings au #rescue #whump aftermath

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demondamage

Whumpee could only be described as colorful. Long multicolor hair. Bright pops of makeup. Enough piercings to end up on any 14 year old emo teens pinterest board.

With only scars peppering their face where gems once were, head shaved bald and skin sterilely cleaned; Whumpee barely recognized their own reflection in the tile walls. All they have to distinguish themselves is a red medical band, with blood type, an ID number, and the name of their new owner.

befuddled-calico-whump

I had two concepts and couldn't decide so...

Art kid turned lab rat, and---

punk uncle turned living weapon

#kinda rushed and i did minimal shading because honestly thats my least favorite part #i picture punk uncle (punkle) as the slightly older dude whos friendly and protective of baby punks #he was also the singer for his band but (see throat scar) not anymore #every time i draw the undercut i go into wes mode lololol #tw partial nudity #living weapon whumpee #lab whump #whump aftermath #whump art

befuddled-calico-whump

Recovery (lights on version under the cut)

#yes its uriah again #yes he gets comfort before like any of my actual whumpees and before you complain remember it was a GROUP EFFORT/lh #whump art #whumpy art #uriah fox #whipping #blood #bruising #whump aftermath #whumper turned whumpee #the proportions on the tub are a little weird now that im staring at it but uh IGNORE THAT

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whumpsday

linecrosser

After the hurt comes the comfort. They retreat to their dwelling to lick their wounds, so to speak.

#comfort 🥺🥺#whipping #whump aftermath #whump art

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whumpflash

Penumbra: Unjust

for Angstpril, Day 9: Devastation

cw: aftermath of torture, mentioned hand whump, death/war mention

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The trial of the Shadow King was surrounded by all kinds of ceremony. Gaiety and gruesomeness found common ground as people celebrated what was sure to be an impending execution.

Tansy wasn't sure what to think of it all.

The festivities were fun, more elaborate than they'd ever seen, despite the murmurs from the locals that it would've been grander were it not for the now-ended siege.

Siege or not, it was still many times grander than any of the small-town festivals Tansy had attended growing up. But they weren't exactly looking forward to the event it was all leading up to.

Not for any loyalty to the overthrown monarch. To hell with the Shadow King, his end couldn't come soon enough. But watching that end happen was a different story.

They knew the finer details of the trial had already been sorted through before the public portion; really, only the final verdict and sentencing was left, set to take place in the spacious city square. It was already full when Tansy arrived, people packed in like fish in a net. They were intent on at least watching the end of the trial, even if they hadn't made up their mind about whether they'd stay for the execution or not.

#rb #new pov :)#penumbra: shadow king #now i need to change chapter 2's title to fit my 'un' theme #also wanna draw the rune tattoos #villain whump #royal whumpee #hand whump #whump aftermath #tw torture #angst

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Abandoned

For Angstpril, Day 6

cw: aftermath of torture, mentioned hand whump, death mention

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Hero was troubled.

It wasn't the fight. He'd gotten better of the five supervillain-wannabes without breaking a sweat, stripped them of the tech they were using, and watched as they were all led away in handcuffs.

He'd dusted himself off, briefed law enforcement on the scenario, then started collecting the gear the criminals had used so it could be turned in as evidence.

It wasn't until he was holding the first piece—a cuff that let its wearer manipulate electricity—that Hero's blood ran cold. It was inch-for-inch identical to something he'd seen Villain use.

He collected the rest of the gear in a hurry, giving each item a quick once-over, and each piece further confirmed his suspicion.

Villain had made the tech that outfitted the aspiring criminals of the day. Dammit. He should've realized this was bigger than an attempted robbery. Villain was always a step ahead.

And he'd been missing for months. Plenty of time to plan something big. How many other petty criminals had he outfitted in that time? Would the city see a spike in crime? Or…

A chill washed over Hero as he remembered the last time he'd seen Villain. Running away, tail between his legs after a crushing defeat at Hero's hands.

Was this revenge? Had the robbery been a distraction?

He handed the rest of the gear off quickly, trying not to let the worry show on his face as he took off.

What if Villain had attacked his base? His team? His family? Even in route, he called back to the team's headquarters in a hurry.

#angstpril2023 #fic #day 6 #abandoned #whump writing #heroes and villains #reluctant caretaker #villain whump #villain whumpee #whump aftermath #hand whump #lot of leadup lol

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whumpflash

Never: Many Times Over

cw: brief death wish mention/discussion, some ableist language

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Peter at least had the courtesy to throw the barrel overboard first.

James quickly followed it, hands lifting him up, rolling him over the side, letting him fall into the waiting arms of the sea.

He must've blacked out when he hit the water, salt burning into the whip marks with such a fury it shut his mind down. He was screaming when the black was faded, screaming underwater, drawing in no air, just the salt, just the brine. He couldn't tell which direction would lead him to the surface but he knew he was sinking, and he couldn't find the energy to fight the pull of the deep.

An arm curled around his waist, lean and strong, hauling him through the waves until his head broke into air, and he was choking, coughing up seawater, his back feeling like it was blistering, though the water was cold.

Jeddy.

She seized the barrel by the rope twisted around it, wound it onto his arms in such a way it would keep his head above the water when she released her grip on him.

Far above, on the deck of The Scarlet Merry, James could hear laughter, hear Peter saying something, but couldn't focus on the words.

He closed his eyes.

Just for a moment, he thought, but when he opened them again the Merry was a silhouette on the horizon and the sun was setting.

Jeddy's arms were on either side of him and she was kicking into the waves, guiding them towards the rocky little shore that stood between them and Peter's island.

James watched it grow closer, little by little, with blurry vision. He couldn't tell how far they had to go, didn't know how long he'd been in the water, only that he was dizzy and cold and weak.

Shadows cast by the sinking sun gave the rock face the appearance of a grinning skull.

How fitting, was James' last thought, before allowing himself to slip back into the calm of unconsciousness.