I Guess This Is My Life Now

Leaning on cabinets and against walls in people's houses. Propping their head up with their hands at the dining table. Steadying themself against a banister on the stairs. Holding on to the post of the traffic light for dear life while they wait to cross the road because if they stand still unsupported they will fall to the ground.

Here is a scenario that i just can't get out of my head, in case you feel like creating it😍😍😍

Villain is dating civilian ( yeah , I am so basic...but why change somthing olif it works??), who is actually Hero's sibling. Hero does not know , and they want to keep it that way, as Hero is kind of...not very hero-ish and definitely has some loose screws.

But they find out...and they kidnap Civilian, they lure Villain to a trap by using their lover's life as a bargaining tool, and they force them to watch each other being torured. By some miracle/stubborness/ pure luck they escape and try to recover, all the while trying to evade Hero and plotting their downfall.

I am also a sucker for happy endings...

Anyway, thank you for listening to my rambling. Have a nice rest of the day/night and remeber to drink water!

Hello, Anon! Sorry this took me so long to answer, but I would be happy to write this for you! Please enjoy

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, torture, forced to watch, bruises, physical violence

Villain made their way to Base. They knew this was a trap. Knew that they were walking into the dragon's den unarmed and unprepared. But they had to for Civilian.

Villain had never loved anyone as much as they had loved Civilian. Civilian made them want to be better. To do better. To give up on a life of crime. They just had to save up enough money for the two of them to disappear.

Villain had no idea that Civilian was Hero's sibling. Had no idea that Hero was so hell bent on defeating them. Had no idea that Hero would stoop so low as to kidnap their own sibling to lure Villain into giving up.

And so here Villain was, ready to give it all up to keep Civilian safe. "Let Civilian go," Villain shouted as they walked into Base.

"In time, Villain, in time," Hero's smooth voice came coldly over the intercom. "Put those cuffs on before I admit you."

Villain put the power suppression cuffs on without hesitation. They had to get Civilian out of there. The door to Base opened and Villain walked in. Villain tried to hide their horror as they saw Civilian tied down to a chair, their face swollen and bruised. "If you harm a--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, spare me. I've already harmed them. I'm going to harm you. There's nothing you can do if you want Civilian to make it out of here safely."

Villain glowered at Hero. They were going to make Hero pay for beating Civilian. They were going to make Hero hurt. "Let them go."

Hero smirked. "I will. After they watch me break you."

Before Villain could respond, Hero lashed out with their power, knocking the breath from Villain's lungs as Villain collapsed. They heard Civilian call out to them. But all they knew was pain. They couldn't get enough air to respond.

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Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: hidden injury, head injury

Villain grimaced as they sat down next to Supervillain. Both of them were exhausted from the day and neither wanted to do anything but sit in silence. 

“What’s the matter with you?” Supervillain asked as they saw Villain frown again. 

“Just got a bit of a headache is all,” Villain said as they massaged their temples. “Long day.”

“Indeed,” Supervillain said as they tried to focus once more on the tv. 

Villain coughed once, hand still pressing on their forehead. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Supervillain didn’t want to have their quiet time ruined by Villain having a migraine. 

“F-F-Fineeee,” Villain slurred as they suddenly tipped sideways. 

“Villain!” Supervillain jumped  up, immediately trying to ease Villain onto their side. “Villain, tell me what’s wrong.”

“H-H-Hurtssss,” Villain said squeezing their eyes shut. 

“Where?”

“‘y h-h-he-he-headdddd. H-H-H-Hero–” their words suddenly cut off as they began to gasp for breath. 

The parents/guardians/friends of Whumpee are told what happened to them. But not by Whumpee themselves. No, they have to hear it out of the mouths of doctors and specialists who are treating Whumpee after they escaped from Whumper.

"No, no, stop, you don't need to sit up."

"Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to... t-to..."

"Nothing, sorry, I just... thought you were getting better..."

"The meds make you loopy for a reason, sweetheart. Just let it happen, it's okay."

"Who the fuck did this to you?"

"Wow, you... really downplayed this over the phone."

*Bursts through the door, out of breath* "I came as soon as I heard!!"

"You know what the doctors told me while you were still unconscious? They said that if I hadn't found you and called an ambulance, you wouldn't have made it through the night."

"I know you think hospitalization was unnecessary, but you weren't the one who had to find their [partner/best friend] passed out on the ground in a pool of their own blood/vomit."

"God, your poor face..."

"That cough still doesn't sound good."

"Don't think you're going right back to work once you're out of here. You won't be walking on that injury for a while, I'll be spoiling you rotten~"

Recipient of a third-degree burn in front of witnesses. IE, "I won't take that shit from a man dressed like a ghostbuster"= "Gostbuster" or "Buster"

A distinctive personal feature or quirk. IE, "Have you noticed how that new guy is always eating bell peppers?" = "Peppers", or "That chick has a massive forehead" = "Forehead".

An embarrassing thing you said or did. IE, "Did you seriously call Dale "Dad"?" = "Junior", "Baby boy", "Sport"

A game of name-mutation telephone. IE, "Donny Clyde" = "Bonnie 'n' Clyde" = "Bonnie" = "Bon-bon".

Irony. IE, calling a tall person "short stack" or a particularly dour person "sunshine".

A 'wrong place wrong time' one-off incident. IE, "He spilled oil on his pants and had to borrow a pair that were way too big and Jim saw him with the waistband pulled up to his nipples and called him 'Parachute'"

A batman-style origin story but not in a cool way: "One time she hit a deer with the company car and when she called the boss to tell her she was crying so hard we thought she was dying" = "Bambi"

The incredibly rare 'admiration' nickname, bourne only once a millennia under the light of the blood moon: "We saw him lift a truck once so now we call him 'iron man'"

+ How Nicknames Stick:

Your fate is determined by The Counsel

You hate it

❝ lay down. you need to lay down. put your head in my lap. ❞

❝ i think i’m about to pass out. ❞

❝ what happened to you? come inside. come inside. ❞

❝ i know it’s late, but… i need you here. ❞

❝ [name]. you’re bleeding. ❞

❝ the more you freak out, the faster you’re going to bleed. just take it easy. ❞

❝ just keep talking to me. ❞

❝ you’re safe. it’s just a panic attack. just squeeze my hands, okay? ❞

❝ can you talk? ❞

❝ stay with me— hey. [name]? oh my god, please don’t do this. ❞

❝ please don’t leave. ❞

❝ you’re not gonna die. i’m not gonna let you die. ❞

❝ i know you want to sleep, but you need to stay awake for me. ❞

❝ it’s okay. just go to sleep. i’ll be here when you wake up. ❞

❝ it hurts. oh my god, it hurts— ❞

❝ it’s not as bad as it looks, i swear. ❞

❝ i know it hurts. just hang in there, okay? ❞

❝ i’ve got you. you’re safe now. ❞

❝ i need you to tell me what’s wrong. what are you feeling? ❞

❝ it’s okay. it’s alright. let it out. ❞

❝ there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. you’re sick. ❞

❝ let me make you some soup. ❞

❝ let me make you some tea. ❞

❝ i didn’t want to worry you. ❞

❝ it’s okay to cry. i know it hurts. ❞

❝ wrap your arms around my neck. i’m gonna carry you. ❞

❝ i’m gonna take good care of you. don’t you worry. ❞

❝ please help me. please. ❞

❝ stop moving, just let me hold you. ❞

❝ breathe with me. in and out… good job. just keep doing that. ❞

❝ i can’t feel my hands— ❞

❝ i can’t move it. i think it’s broken. ❞

❝ i can’t see. ❞

❝ i’m not gonna let anything happen to you. ❞

❝ don’t look at it. just keep your eyes closed, and breathe. ❞

Rules:

No AI at all

Feel free to stretch the prompts as you see fit

Ao3 tag and collection: The Faustian Locust’s Roll To Whump Challenge

Whumper, meanwhile, knows exactly who Caretaker is and decides to play with them a bit. Knowing that Caretaker sees them as just another stranger, they needle them: "You look tired. Rough week?"

this is such a delicious question to me, recovery is the best part of whump to me. i love a lot of parts of whump, but recovery - the hard recovery, the rocky recovery, the up and down recovery, the early fragile recovery, the painful recovery - is where it is at for me.

some assorted bits and bobs that i enjoy in a variety of circumstances :)

whumpee's injuries are healing slowly but surely and whumpee is impatient - trying to do things too fast, too carelessly. they hurt themself, make things worse, and they're so ashamed when they just end up needing more help.

shame in general. shame in recovery, shame for the trauma they experienced, especially if it was abuse or sexual violence based. shame for needing other people. shame for other people knowing. for being pathetic, and needy, and weak. dirty. ruined.

touch. touch, touch, touch. the necessary touch - doctors, medical professionals, their friends when they need their injuries treated and are too weak to move and care for themselves. and the other kinds of touch. caring touch. soothing touch, comforting touch. i love every manifestation of it. whether whumpee struggles to accept it or is desperate to cling to it like it's air. i'm always all about touch. especially touch starvation, when it's so acute and powerful they feel just sick with it, and sick at getting it - at needing it, and getting what they need.

whumpee finally decides to tell someone. not someone who found out without their decision, someone who interrupted the whump while it was happening or was told by someone else. whumpee decides to with their own voice, of their own choice, tell someone.

struggling with sleep. whumpee who can't sleep in their bed for some reason - remembering being assaulted, remembering being chained down, just not feeling safe. they get up and they walk, all hours of the night. they explore the city. they work out. they run. they sit, quietly, in the dark. they show up at a friend's place and can't explain what they're doing there, they just collapse in relief when offered a place to sleep beside another person.

whumpee who has to look after a fellow whumpee because the other has it so much worse

whumpee who has to look after an injured whumper because "you don't get to fucking die before I drag your sorry ass to a courtroom"

whumpee who has to look after themselves, shaking and quietly whispering to themselves that they're okay, they're so brave, they're not gonna let anything else happen...

whumpee who is tasked to care for other whumpees by whumper so whumper doesn't have to replace them, under threat of injury

whumpee who's been out of the dangerous situation for years and suddenly finds out another whumpee has just emerged from a similar situation, and they do everything in their power to make things hurt less for this new whumpee

whumpee who decides to look after an injured/traumatised whumpee because the whumper used them as bait / they feel guilty about the situation the other whumpee is in

multiple whumpees in recovery taking it in turns to care for each other because no one else understands

This was one of the first whump tropes that really got to me as a little baby whumper back in the day XD

“Can I ask you to step forward, professor?”

Whumpee, eyes on anything trying to find a distraction from the men surrounding them and the guns pointed at them, had found solace in this incredible temple they were brought to. Their eyes flicked about, to the statues, the art on the walls and ceilings, the scrolls, the history of this place.

But they flinched out of their trance at the mention of their title. They clutched their bag tight against their chest, almost hoping like it could be a shield, trying to calm themself down. They looked around to see if maybe, hopefully, he was speaking to someone else, but all eyes were on them. Reluctantly, they brought themself back to the situation at hand. “Wh- what? Me?”