Chaotic Orphan

Okay so I just saw the-modern-typewriters prompt calendar for December and I saw today’s prompt and ran with it sooo~ enjoy this snippet of hero getting very relaxed, and cosy😌 not stressed at all- it’s fiiiinnneee

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Enjoy!

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Hero’s heart stopped when their sister walked into the room, villain on her arm looking entirely out of place in a Christmas jumper and a Santa hat.

“Oh, hero’s sister (sister), he is gorgeous. My, villain she told us you were good looking but not model worthy.”

“Nan, stop-“ sister said blushing bashful. But hero wasn’t tuned into the conversation. No right now, Hero was raging holy war silently against villain who smirked triumphantly at them.

This had crossed a line neither of them dared to before. Villain couldn’t be here. Villain couldn’t be here! Not now. Not today. Hero had intel they were going to be out of town for a few days, but they didn’t think it would be hero’s town!

“Hero?” Hero snapped back into their body when their sisters voice piqued through the mental marathon. Hero looked down at sister and swallowed before asking “hmm?”

“I said what do you think of them? Usually you have comment after comment on people I bring home,” she said, elbowing hero playfully.

Oh, hero had comments alright. Most of them being Run, and take everyone with you and I’ll try not destroy the house while I kill your new conquest.

How? How did villain know hero had family, hero had been so careful. They hid everything.

Villain walked over to them then, face full of mirth as they stuck out their hand for hero.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m villain.”

“I’m pretty sure I know you from somewhere,” hero said, not reaching their hand out to shake.

Villain had the gall to look taken aback, they glanced at sister then back at hero straightening up. “Umm, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do.”

“Hero! Stop it, you’re being rude,” sister said, grabbing villains arm and walking into the dining room. Hero stood there frozen in place.

Villain’s here. Taking account of everyone hero loves. Learning their names. Their faces. He had to warn everyone at the hero tower. There was a mole, a dirty rat who sold them out and when hero got their hands on them-

Hero took the stairs two by two going into their old bedroom and going straight to their desk drawer. Pulling it open, hero paled.

A little sticky note with a smiley face was left where their comms was supposed to be. Hero cursed, slamming the drawer shut and grabbing their jacket instead. Time for plan B.

Just as hero got to the door, their gran called from inside. “Hero, it is Christmas Day. Where do you think you’re going?”

How did the old bat even know they were going out? They hadn’t laid a finger on the door yet.

“It’s just- uh, I forgot something at work-“

“Whatever it is can wait!” Hero wanted to slam their head against the wall, but instead took their coat off. Leaving their family with one of the most dangerous villains in the city probably wasn’t the best idea anyways.

Hero went to hand up their coat when they got an idea and started rifling through the coats looking for villains. It would be some extravagant, stupid long, evil-looking coat-

“What are you doing?” The sound of villains voice stopped hero in their tracks. Hero turned, glaring at villain.

“No what are you doing? This is my house.”

“I’m aware.”

“And my sister? Villain I knew you were sick but leave my family out of this.”

“Sorry, I think there’s something wrong with my hearing,” villain said putting a hand behind their ear, palm facing hero, “I’m not hearing any begging.”

Hero grabbed villain by the collar of their stupid Christmas jumper and slammed them against the wall. Villain didn’t look phased by the act, eyes shining with amusement.

“Temper, hero. I thought we talked about this,” villain smiled.

“Listen you smug piece of s-“

“HERO!” Sisters voice rang through the house, but more importantly the hall. Which she was currently storming down towards them.

“Sister, listen- you don’t understand-“

“Oh, no I understand plenty,” she snarled stepping between hero and villain. Hero let go of villain and stepped back unconsciously in fear of her wrath.

“Who do you think you are to put your hands on anyone? Let alone a guest?!” She yelled, and hero shrunk back from the sheer volume. Even villains eyes were wide behind sister who stood protectively in front of him. “How dare you. What if I did that when Love interest was over? Hmm? You want to see me throwing her against a wall?”

“I-“ was all hero got out before catching villains eye. Villain tilted their head, that devilish smirk on their lips as they mouthed ‘Temper’ over sisters shoulder.

“Exactly. Jesus, I just wanted a nice Christmas and to introduce you to villain. Why do you have to ruin it?”

Hero sagged, their shoulders dropping from defensive and said softly, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ve been rude. I’ll just go-“

“No.”

It wasn’t sisters voice that said that. It was villain’s. A little too quickly if you asked hero, who fixed villain with a suspicious glance. Both siblings looked around to villain who acted sheepish. Jesus, the villain should have been an actor with how good he was at playing innocent.

“I mean... I’m sorry that we got off on a wrong foot, but that doesn’t mean you have to leave. It’s still Christmas and there’s dinner cooked and everyone’s waiting-“ villain looked to sister then.

“Sister I haven’t been completely honest with you. I do know hero, we work at opposing firms in the city. I only remembered when he said I looked familiar. We kind of had a heated couple of run ins-“ hero snorted at that. Yeah, hero had the scars to prove how heated they could be.

Sister narrowed her eyes in the same suspicious way Hero did it was nearly scary how alike they looked. “You work in Law firm evil, and-“ sister turned her head to hero and realisation seemed to dawn on her face. “You work in hero’s law firm! Of course. That makes sense why you were so weird. Okay, villain’s right let’s go make the best of today.”

Villain smiled over sisters head at hero. “Yes, let’s.”

Before hero could pass villain, villain pressed something into Hero’s hand and walked away. Hero looked down to see their comm link and immediately put it in, turning their back to the dining room.

“Tower? Tower is that you?”

“Hello hero.”

Hero’s blood ran cold immediately.Their heart seeming to have frozen over and sending only stuttered beats of blood around their body.

“I see villains done their job perfectly.”

“Wha- what do you want?”

“I want you to go enjoy a nice Christmas meal, relax. Take a break! You deserve it hero! You save the city everyday, and I want you to have this nice cosy family dinner. In celebration and gratitude.”

and not leave your house til dawn.”

“What?” Hero asked, utterly baffled at supervillain’s request.

“See, this reaction just shows how little time you get of holidays. Superhero really works you to the bone huh? All the more reason to stay home today, hero. Really, just enjoy the people you love.”

“What are you up to? What are you planning?”

“Hero, hero, hero. Curiosity killed the cat,” supervillain sing-songed.

“Good thing I’m not a cat, but I am curious, supervillain. Where are you?”

“It doesn’t matter hero, you can’t get to me anyways.”

“What?”

“I mean, if you step outside your house before dawn breaks tomorrow villain has strict orders to kill everyone in that house. If you try to sneak out in the middle of the night, like a sneaky little mouse, I have snipers marking the exits. Go on snipers say hello.”

Hero looked down to see a red laser pointed at their feet and rising to go to their chest. They looked out the window but didn’t see anyone. Fuck!

“Why are you doing this?” Hero asked, their voice coming out scared, but they didn’t care. Supervillain had hero on lockdown for 24 hours there’s no telling what they could do to the city by then.

“I just need you out of the way for a couple hours. Remember no one is allowed to leave the house, hero. Merry Christmas.”

“Wait- wait, supervillain! Wait! You bastard! Answer me. What are you doing? What are you up to?”

“Hero?” Grandad called. Hero turned, hands shaking eyes wide as they stared at their grandfather standing in the arch in the hallway, their mouth going dry.

“Hero?” Grandfather asked again, walking towards hero worry colouring their features. “Are you okay?”

Hero stared at grandfather, completely numb. Supervillain was going to do something today. Something big. Something both villain and supervillain wanted hero away from. So they couldn’t help. Couldn’t- couldn’t interfere.

“Is it love interest? Is she coming? Hero talk to me.”

“Love interest?” Hero asked, just as there was a knock on the door. Hero’s heart hammered so hard against their ribs they thought they would break.

Grandfather reached out and opened the door, glancing back at the frozen hero with concern.

“Hero!” Love interest beamed, walking in and kissing Hero on the cheek before bringing them in for a hug.

“L- love interest? You can’t be here. You can’t be here,” hero mumbled.

“Hero?” Love interest asked, and looked to grandfather who shrugged.

“They’ve been like this all day. See if you can cheer ‘em up, yea? And try get them in for some dinner or grandmother is going to throw a fit,” grandfather added, slipping into the dining room.

Love interest had her hand on hero’s arm, going to their neck and cupping hero’s cheek turning them to look at her. Her big brown eyes stubborn and concerned.

“Hero, what is it?” She demanded.

“Villain- villain’s here. Villain’s here because supervillain is doing something big today and they want me out of the way… and Villain’s here and there’s snipers and if I try to warn anyone villain will kill everyone-“

“Hero, hero! Sssh, it’s okay. It’s okay. This isn’t your fault.”

“I should have known. I should have met sisters partner before today. She invited me over and everything but I said no, and I should have known.”

“Who’s to say villain wouldn’t have ambushed you that day either? Whatever happens is not on you, okay? Just worry about your sister, we’ll talk to her and try and turn her off villain, but right now you need to get inside and have dinner. Okay?”

“If villain sees you-“

“Don’t worry. I know the best hero in the business,” she said with a smile so confident it snapped hero back from the edge of the cliff their mind was bout to plummet off.

“Love interest?”

“Yeah?”

Just as love interest turned hero leaned in and kissed her. Love interest melted into the kiss with a smile, then pulled away.

“Merry Christmas,” hero smiled.

“Merry Christmas, hero.”

Meanwhile. . .

“We’re ready for you, boss,” sycophantic villain’s voice came through the comms and supervillain smiled. They stood up, buttoned their suit jacket and followed sycophantic villain through to the hero tower holding cells. Currently holding the top hero’s in the city. Supervillain smirked when he stopped outside superhero’s cell. He made sure superhero was put in a cell alone. Their nemesis had a habit of inspiring even the most miserable in dire times. No. Superhero had to be alone. To not just break their teams spirit, but superhero’s as well.

Superhero slammed their hand on the power dampening glass separating the pair.

“What did you do with hero, supervillain? Where are they?!”

“Don’t worry about them, darling. Let’s worry about you. You look so cosy in there, white really suits you.”

“When I get out of here-“

“If. You built these cells yourself, superhero. You never miss a trick. Don’t worry. Hero’s nice and cosy too. Having a lovely little chat with villain over a turkey.”

“Hero will come. They’ll find us,” superhero said and supervillain laughed.

Whumpee waking up to Whumper sitting at their bedside.

"Aw, were you worried about me?" they sneer in a weak voice.

Hasan and Declan, illustrated by the wonderful Dean @punishthemplease !!!

I commissioned her to draw them and the result is simply GORGEOUS I haven't stopped looking,,,, the essence of these two packed into one image.

Hey! I’ll keep my introduction brief, but if you haven’t seen already: this is a submission by the lovely @as-a-matter-of-whump!!!! They were so kind as to write this fanfiction of Hasan and Declan which I am absolutely in love with.

Tagging the crew because y'all deserve to see this: @suspicious-whumping-egg, @hurting-fictional-people, @stab-the-son-of-a

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And yeah :D!!!! Enjoy, and thank you so so much, Juno!!

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(Chapter audio)

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CW: blood, body modification (kinda), creepy/intimate whumper, captivity

“Rise and shine, my darling!” Hasan cheered as they entered the room.

Declan turned around until he faced the wall, pressing his eyes shut. The light was way too bright after being left in the dark for… well, however long it had been. He had lost track of time a long time ago, his only clue being Hasan’s visits - a short one in the morning before they went to work and longer ones when they returned in the evening. Since he had been able to sleep recently he felt certain that it was morning and that his captor would leave him alone again soon; he just had to try his best to keep his mouth shut for the next 15 to 30 minutes, maybe he’d be granted some peace and quiet after that…  

He had been doing his best to comply with Hasan’s bullshit lately, had tried to stop opposing them at any given opportunity and mostly kept his thoughts to himself. Maybe he could allay their suspiciousness until he finally got the chance to-

“Dec, I don’t like the way you’re constantly overthinking,” Hasan snarled, grabbed his chin and turned his head around until their eyes met.

also sorry I kinda misinterpreted Declan’s hairstyle and forgot you as posted a ref sheet until I was onto coloring :P

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they are so PERFECT I love Hasan's knife and their smile and Declan's scared little wince !!!!!!!!!!!! The way he's grasping at them! And the way you draw hands oh my godddd!!!!!!!!!! Middle and ring finger together supremacy!!!!!!!!!!!

AND HASAN'S RIBBON TIE GOD YOU'RE SO RIGHT THEY WOULD ABSOLUTELY WEAR THAT!!!!

Your ears ring. 

The back of your head hurts- everything, hurts.

Your eyes won’t open, or- Maybe you can’t see, she doesn’t really know. Thinking is out of the question.

Your only measurement of time is the dull throb of your heart, the pounding in your head, the pulsing agony that ebbs in and out, like the tides on the beach.

A tide of blood.

Your eyes finally, slowly, open, adjusting to the dim light of… wherever you are. You had been at home, hadn’t you?

Oh, right. Shopping. You were about to go shopping

Thoughts begin to coalesce as your brain finally begins to spin into motion. Many questions surface, but the most important two- where are you? And what happened? 

You try to sit up, only to be stopped by a metal band circling your throat: tight, giving you no room to move. Similar bands hold your wrists, pinning them outstretched on either side of you onto the unforgiving table beneath you. An uncomfortably large gag sits between your lips, pressing down on your tongue.

Your legs remain free, for- whatever good that does you. You’re not sure yet.

Somewhere to your left is a lamp- the only light source currently illuminating the cold, dark room. You can barely make out the top of a door towards your feet- and a shelf to your right.

The items contained within make you shudder- things you’d rather not have used on you.

After an indeterminable amount of time, the door creaks open,  bringing with it a pair of footsteps. 

A woman of Auburn hair, unnatural pale grey eyes, and walnut skin enters your field of view. “Awake?” The woman purrs, a hand trailing uncomfortably up your leg. You swallow, unable to speak through the gag. You’re suddenly aware of your lack of clothing, though that is the least of your problems right now.

When you don't reply, she pinches your nose shut, and you’re struck with the sudden realization that the gag really inhibits your ability to breathe through your mouth. It’s not- not impossible, but it’s quickly getting very difficult. At the Same time-

All the air is forced out of your lungs by a scream that is pulled free from your mouth, only to be stopped by the gag and end in a pathetic, choked whine. Your legs kick, muscles locking as the taser is held firmly to your stomach.

It’s pulled back just for a moment before it touches another part of your body- your side- just for a moment, but a moment is all it takes to make you scream again. And again, and again.

Your wrists burn from pulling against the unforgiving cuffs holding them- the skin red and raw from struggling. 

The taser lands- and holds- just under your breast, pressed firmly to your ribs. But no amount of jerking or struggling lets you escape the taser, or the pain it brings.

Out of breath, with tears blurring your vision, the aching in your muscles amplified by your obstructed breathing. Each inhale is a struggle and each exhale is a surrender.

“I’ll let you rest for a moment.” She murmurs. “A kind Keix won’t afford you, so enjoy your moments of peace while you can. So a word of advice: respond when spoken to. The faster you give us useful information, the less you will suffer.”

Recognition tickles the back of your brain. Keix. A Man associated with the league of Nine. An interrogator. A infamous one at that.

Not much is known about him- no one does. You vaguely recall him being one of the Association’s most wanted. Never a good sign.

The woman takes a step away from you, her attention turning to the implements on the shelf. “He’ll be here soon.” Silence fills the room, save for your own shaky breathing.The door clicks, signaling her departure.

You feel Keix approaching before you see him, like you feel all Psionics before you see them. A shared connection to the Source.

The door creaks open again, and a tall man steps through. Brown eyes, black hair tied back in a bun. He looks… ordinary.

Something tells you he isn’t.

“My, my.” the man- you presume to be keix- drags his eyes over your body in a rather uncomfortable way. “I was not informed of your state of undress.” His tone is amused, but you detect no lust.

You glare at him, biting down on the gag.

“I’ve got a job to do.” He moves on, ignoring your glare. “And I hope you can have your cooperation in completing it.” he meets your eyes. “Miss.”

He reaches behind your head, unbuckling and removing your gag. A cough escapes you, your lips dry.

“Name.” he uncaps a bottle of water, taking a sip.

“If I tell you, will you give me some water?” you cough out.

“Perhaps.” Keix drawls.

“Mack.”

“Good girl.” he brings the bottle to your lips, unceremoniously pouring some water between your lips. “And your rank?”

“Rank?” your parched throat works to swallow the mouthful of water.

“Your clearance within the Association.” he clarifies. 

“Clearance Three.” harmless information… so far.

“Hm.” Keix sits, pulling a stool closer. “So you would know the whereabouts of the Association headquarters?”

Uh oh. “T-the headquarters is public…” you begin.

“The real headquarters.”  Keix leans forward. 

“I don't know where it is.” you whisper.

In a Vain attempt to distract him, or to escape, you try to use your psionic powers, the psychic abilities you've had since birth, trained and honed-

- nothing.

His psychic aura crushes yours, suppressing every bit of potential resistance you could’ve possibly mustered- and with it, your connection to the Source.

Crushing pain flares deep in your head. A deep, cold emptiness that simultaneously stabs and twists, a clawed hand squeezing your heart so intensely you feel it might explode. Little needles worm their way under your skin yet no blood is spilt, only white hot pain.

Psionic domination. The exertion of a psychic’s power over another psychic, the suppression of their power- a victory of wills. His presence in your mindscape is suffocating, pushing your thoughts around despite your best attempts to shield them, sliding around freely like your resistance means nothing.

You scream into your gag, writhing with an intensity you didn’t know you could muster- but all in vain, for nothing against the unyielding steel bonds.

“Not bad.” His Psionic aura recedes, and your mind is your own again. A spasm rocks your body, and the physical pain begins catching up with you. 

Three clicks and suddenly the cuffs around your wrists and neck are open. It's barely a reprieve, though. keix’s fingers thread through your hair, pulling you into a sitting position on the edge of the table. Your arms feel stretched, and your wrists- god. The tightness of the cuffs did not do you any favors.

“Walk.” his fingers never leave your scalp. “Dont even think about trying anything.”

You slide off the table and slowly trudge towards the door with his hand still in your hair. Your back and neck ache from lying on the hard surface for who knows how long, not to mention the cuffs.

Keix is anything but gentle, forcefully dragging you through pale white halls until you reach an unmarked door. Pushing it open reveals a dimly lit room. A mechanized chair in the center, illuminated by a surgical light. A messy workstation dominates the left half of the room, the right half a clean, office-like cubicle, a single lamp turned.

“That the one?” a soft voice questions, and you realize with a jolt that there’s a- you’re not quite sure- standing in the shadows of the room.

The voice is vaguely feminine. But the body is tall, maybe 7 feet tall, spindly legs and two pairs of arms topped with a head without a face. Its hunched-over position and skin-like… well, skin, makes it an uncanny sight.

“What are you?” you can’t stop the horrified whisper that slips from your lips.

“Dont be rude.” you realize the voice is disembodied- it doesn't come from the abomination. “This doll serves its function immaculately. I haven’t designed their face yet.” an eccentric-looking face peers out from behind the doll, messy brown hair slightly hiding deep blue eyes. “Hair.”

“What?” bewildered, you stare at her- him?- before Keix yanks out a strand of your hair and you flinch. “Ow!”

“Be quiet.” He mutters, handing the strand of hair to the woman and pushes you forward, seating you in the central chair. A strap runs across your chest and under your arms, holding your upper body while cuffs clamp shut once again over your wrists and ankles.

The stirrups ratchet apart slightly. The armrests, if you can call them that, slide up, pulling your arms with them.

“Zwei, is your Hex ready?” Keix questions, adjusting the light to shine directly into your face.

“Of course.” Zwei Mutters. 

“Good.” Keix tilts your chin up. “You, darling Hero,” His voice drops, cold, emotionless. “Will hand over everything you know. And I'm sure you won't do so willingly. So I will extract every bit of information from you forcibly.”

Extract? You swallow, hard, fear coursing through you. “What do you-”

“I find pain and disgust to be beautiful motivators.” he jerks your head to the side, forcing you to look at Zwei- who is leaning over a mannequin. Or an action doll, but much larger. “Zwei here has a very useful power- linking two objects in certain ways to become one. Sympathetic magic. I prefer to be hands-on, but I cannot parse your memory and inflict pain at the same time. So she-” he pauses. “You are she?”

“Today.” Zwei doesn’t look up.

“She will make sure you feel as much pain as you can without… passing away.” he turns back to you. “So. I will give you one last chance to tell me that one vital piece of information before I take you on a trip through Hell.” he leans back, clearly waiting.

Your lips part, panic coursing through you. You could tell. You could spill the beans right here, right now.

“W-we have keys.” the words tumble out of you, driven by panic. “They transport you to the HQ. For us it's a getaway key, a fast transport. It gives us fast transportation across the world without needing planes or boats.”

“And your key?” Keix inquires.

“My key ring.” you whisper. “A small brass key? Just among my other keys.”

Keix raises an eyebrow. “Hiding it in plain sight, I see.”

You don't respond. He flexes his fingers. “Very well. He reaches up- and lowers a visor over your eyes.

“W-wait, you said- i told you- i told you everything!” you cry out, panicking. “I told you how to-”

“And I made no promise to free you,” he murmurs. “Have fun, darling.”

Pain immediately explodes across every inch of your body. Horrible, all-consuming agony. Your screams are cut off by a thick gag sliding between your lips, muffled by cloth being secured over your mouth. You struggle but the bonds only seem to get tighter, which only makes you thrash harder.

The pain comes in waves- but every wave starts before the last one ends. Each wave is different- every method of injury inflicted all at once. It consumes you, erasing your thoughts, leaving behind empty space for the pain to occupy, carrying you along helplessly.

Drifting.

Nothing else exists.

Hasan and Declan wish you a very happy Pride Month, willingly sporting the flags of their identities! Hooray!