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@whumpgifathon || Day 15: “You’re Safe Now.” Rescue | Dragged to Safety | Protective Teen Wolf - Stiles Stilinski (3x13)

Omg, guys, I forgot to post this!

June of Doom 2025 | 15. "Please" (blindfold—fall—touch starved)

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Part 1

Hero didn’t realize they were falling until it was already too late. The world tilted, crooked and bent, and suddenly up was down and down was up—

Then, gentle hands caught them, steadying them with surprising ease.

“Hello, there,” said the Villain, voice smooth like silk and far too familiar.

Hero was too exhausted to muster annoyance. All they wanted was to postpone their inevitable collapse until they were back home, ideally face-down on the thin mattress in the corner of their room. But encounters with villains never ended with rest. Usually, they meant losing the little sleep Hero was allowed to have.

“Please,” they mumbled, blinking heavily. “I need to get home.”

“I’m here to help, love,” Villain patted them on the head. “You almost sound that you forgot my little promise.”

Oh. That.

Even though seeing Villain’s place was a tempting offer, Hero didn’t have time for that.

“I can’t,” they said, rubbing their eyes. “I have to be back at work in four hours.”

They checked their watch again, as if it would change anything. They really needed to go. Any second wasted here was another blow to their already sleep-deprived body.

“I called to your job and said you’re sick.”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did. Told them you’ve come down with something nasty and shouldn't be out in this weather. They were quite sympathetic, actually.”

Hero fumbled for their phone, panic prickling up their spine. "You didn’t. You can’t just—this is bad, Villain. I need to fix this—"

Villain caught their wrists gently, pulling their hands away.

“People are dying, Villain.” Hero failed to keep their voice steady.

“Yes. And they’ll keep dying. With or without you running around. You can’t stop that.”

“But—“

“No buts. You don’t have to die with them today. Now, come.”

Hero didn’t know what urged them to comply, but they did. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the softness in Villain’s voice. Either way, they didn’t resist as Villain guided them to their car, almost savouring the gentle touch on their wrist.

Villain opened the driver’s side door and picked up two black cotton bands from the seat.

“The blindfold?” asked the Hero.

“So you do remember.”

“What is the second one for?”

“Your hands.”

“We didn’t agree on this.”

“I don’t want your picky fingers anywhere near the blindfold.”

This was stupid idea. Letting the Villain blindfold them, tie them up… they were stupid. Yet they turned and clasped their hands behind their back. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I can’t promise that.”

The knot wasn’t anywhere near tight. Hero could probably wriggle out with little effort, if they wanted. They stayed put.

The ride was quite long, but the Hero suspected Villain took some unnecessary turns to further confuse them—not that it would be needed. Exhaustion fogged Hero’s thoughts until they couldn’t focus on anything except the quiet hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of bumps in the road.

At some point, they dozed off, the black blindfold grounding them in comfortable darkness—and soon after, they were rudely waken up again, when the car stopped and the humming sound of the engine died.

Hero felt Villains touch on their arms, as they guided them to lean forward, their fast fingers working on the binds to release their hands.

“And my eyes?”

“Not yet.”

They were helped out of the car, steady hands keeping them from stumbling as they were led forward.

 “Careful. Stairs.”

Inside, once the door shut behind them, it finally weighted down on Hero what they have done: this was very, very stupid idea. They stood motionless, blindfolded, heart hammering. I’m so dead.

But the Villain quickly undid the knot on the blindfold. The soft piece of fabric slipped from their face and fell to their shoulders.

Hero blinked.

The space was... beautiful. All the windows were covered with blinds or heavy curtains, but the interior was spacious, clean, and warm. So unlike the chaos Hero usually associated with Villain’s name.

Villain gently took their hand and led them further in, to the bedroom. “On the bed.”

“Do you like bossing me around like that?”

“Very much.”

Hero laughed, startled by the sound of it. This was getting ridiculous. They shouldn’t be here. The villain shouldn’t be doing this.

But that was the thing about villains. They never cared about what they should or shouldn’t do.

Villain climbed onto the bed behind them and, with a quiet sigh, wrapped their arms around Hero’s torso.

Hero didn’t mean to lean into it… yet they did. They were so tired. Every muscle in their body ached, each bone felt brittle… and the Villain was so warm. They felt tickling breath on their neck, beautifully slow, even and calm.

“When you wake up,” Villain murmured, barely above a whisper. “I will make you watch a cheesy rom-com while I prepare you a breakfast.”

Hero laughed softly. It sounded perfect.

“You want to poison me?” they teased.

“Come on, again?” Villain’s hand moved, slowly rubbing circles into their shoulder blade.

“It is fair for me to assume-”

“Don’t be stupid.”

They shifted behind Hero, not pulling away. Just adjusting, pressing closer, like they could warm Hero from the outside in. Their hand settled at Hero’s chest now, over their heart. Hero’s never been held like this—ever. And they knew, by now, they would always let Villain tie their hands and cover their eyes, if it meant to be touched like this.

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And I managed to fill the entire prompt!

Day: 15 the homestar runner

I doubt that sam could even run, maybe a brisk run like in the ttg games

Still a boy can play dress-up 💔💔

Idk he kinda ate this up

Urmm I love homestar runner 💔💔💔💔💔

I just read Zayne's Chilling Crescendo card 🤭🤭🤭 It was so funnn. Made me wheeze few times at the silliness. I love me some not so serious cards 🥰 Anyway any squash recipes?

You looked at the kitchen table covered in various types of squashes, wondering if you had taken a wrong turn down the hall and ended up at a farmer’s market. Too stunned to start checking the bountiful display, you turned to Zayne, entering with another vegetable in hand. 

“What happened?” You ask faster than he can greet you. 

“I… stopped by a farm on my way back from the conference to get us something organic. Just in time to help with a medical emergency.” 

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon (Animated Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Brave (2012), Tangled (2010) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Hiccup Haddock III & Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood) & Merida (Disney) & Rapunzel (Disney), Ms. Bennett & Jamie Bennett & Sophie Bennett & Jack Frost Additional Tags: Horror Elements, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - College/University, Hiccup moved to Burgess, Protective Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost is Jokul Frosti (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost is Jackson Overland, Jack is adopted into the Bennett family, supernatural horror, Ghosts, You might not be afraid of no ghosts but I am afraid of horrible descriptions, i wrote this in a day, Deal With It, HiJack Halloween 2025 (How to Train Your Dragon/Rise of the Guardians), Day 2- possessed, Day 5- haunted lake, Day 12- Ghost hunting, Day 15- "You're a witch", Day 17- Ribcage, Day 19- Ghost Jack/Human Hiccup, <- kinda - Freeform, you'll see - Freeform, slams hand on the top of this fic, "This fic can hold so many prompts", ambiguous ending, Tags might change, no beta we die like Jack did 300 years ago, no beta we die like I did trying to write a fic for halloween, Author Is Sleep Deprived, and stressed out, Nobody dies but I want you to worry, Hurt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Hurt/Comfort, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III Whump, Jack Frost Whump (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost Needs a Hug (Guardians of Childhood), definetly a kiss too, Merida and Raps are there but in spirit, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Halloween Series: Part 1 of Merida the Monster Slayer Summary:

When Hiccup moved into the small town of Burgess, all he had ever been told was to not go into the woods that surrounded their little town.

Apparently there was stories of a boy who died in the lake that lay in the heart of that forest. According to the stories he rose out of the lake later that night, freezing the forest as he searched for something. For what exactly? Nobody knows. The boy still roams throughout the forest, looking for a friend to spend eternity with. Or at least that's what they say.

But nobody believes that, of course. Or at least that's what they say. Hiccup couldn't help but notice how people still avoided that forest. How the people told their kids not to go anywhere near it or else they might get snatched by the spirit who wandered in it.

What else could Hiccup do but prove them otherwise.

Or- Hiccup decides to go exploring a haunted woods and finds the thing that died in the lake. And is it more familiar than he realized?