June Of Doom Day 21

June of Doom Day 21

"On three"

| Dehydration | Memory Loss | Choke |

Cw: Implied torture, the tags above

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Villain cursed as they tried to lift Hero from the ground. They were weak and limp, their legs too wobbly to stand on their own.

"Who-" Hero swallowed, their mouth so dry it was hard to talk. They hadn't had any water for almost two days. "Who are you?"

Villain looked away. Hero hadn't recognised them when they arrived. They were counting on it staying that way for a while. "A friend," they said, finally, and managed to hoist Hero's arm over their shoulder and lift them, half dragging Hero away from the cell.

Villain could still feel the bruises on their neck from the collar that had choked them every time they swallowed, but they didn't say anything to Hero. They didn't need Hero to worry. They needed Hero focused on getting out.

"Come on," Villain muttered and Hero tried their best to get their feet under them.

The pair limped out the door and into the weak sunlight, and Villain immediatley turned towards the woods. It wouldn't be long now before Superhero returned.

They had just reached the treeline when the rumble of the car could be heard coming around the corner, and Villain gripped Hero tighter and turned to run.

Whumptober Day 1

Technically its gonna be past midnight when I post this but I only decided to do this like 15 mins ago so Imma still count it yall. Also loving the prompts today this is such a comeback.

Morning Coffee

Drugging / Sick / Poison

Sidekick tried their best to stay awake as they stood waiting for their coffee. They were wrecked, having spent the last three weeks working non-stop trying to track down Villain after they broke out of prison. Even despite their exhaustion, they knew Hero had it worse, at least Sidekick was stuck on desk duty as Hero raced all over the city putting out fires both literal and metaphorical.

Sidekick yawned as they took the americano from the barista, just nodding a thanks, before turning to the little stand to pour in sugar. They hated coffee, but something needed to drown out the taste of the triple espresso shot. They permitted themself a few minutes to sit in the little cafe and drink their drink before they returned, needing just a minute out of their office.

They were totally out of it, scrolling through their phone as they drank the cup dry, leaving it on the table after only a minute and grabbing their things to leave. It was only as they were rounding the corner at the end of the street that they realised the caffeine didn't seem to be waking them up, that they seemed to be getting more tired as they walked. The weariness spread from the shoulders and neck down to their legs, and they soon found themselves leaning against the wall for support before sliding to the ground, only realising something was wrong when they were too weak to fish their phone out of their pocket and call someone.

They tried to pick themselves up, using the wall to support themself, but they were only halfway upright when a wave of nausea made them lose their balance, and the only reason their head didn't hit the ground was that strong arms wrapped around their middle, holding them up.

"Shit," they murmured, their eyes meeting Villain's right as they lost consciousness and everything went dark.

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Hero only noticed something was wrong when they hit the fifteen-hour mark. Sidekick had dropped off communication, but Hero had just assumed they'd finally gone to bed to get some much-needed rest. But at the fifteen-hour mark, a message popped up on their screen from Sidekick, and they clicked into it absent-mindedly, expecting more intel, but instead there was a picture of Sidekick, lying on their side on a concrete floor, looking pale and sweaty and in pain, their wrists chained to the wall, and a little message underneath:

You want to know where they are and how to cure them? You for them, come alone, eight pm, you know where :)

Love Villain

Hero scowled at the message, but then deleted it, erasing Sidekick's contact and all their correspondence. They didn't have time to deal with failures.

Hola

Welcome to my blog, I'm well aware I should have made this post about three months ago but oh well.

I'm Eli, genderfluid, 21 and I write sfw whump but always include the content warnings cause those are important.

I'm gonna try to post regularly but we'll see how that goes. Feel free to send asks or messages, I'll do my best to respond! I love writing from prompts because inspiration can be hard to come by.

I mostly write drabbles but who knows, maybe I'll get my ocs in here one day.

Thank you for reading, have a nice day :)

June of Doom Day 24

"I think I'm going to be sick"

| Bleeding out | Illness | Cold Sweat |

Cw: The tags above

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Civilian had no idea what they were doing as they packed bandages into Supervillain's wound.

They had stayed home, in bed, all day because of their cold. They were drugged up on cough medicine and enough pain killers to down a horse, which was the only reason Civilian could justify what they were doing, kneeling on their kitchen floor, as Supervillain bled out in front of them.

They had stumbled in at the door, bleeding all over the carpet as Civilian was trying to make themself some soup, and Civilian had, for some reason, decided to help.

So there they were, on the floor, packing the wound with as much finesse as a twelve year old as Supervillain broke out into a cold sweat.

Civilian cursed, shaking Supervillain to try and wake them, but they only succeeded in causing a few bubbles of blood to foam out of the wound.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Civilian muttered, reapplying pressure to the wound.

"You're going to be fine," a voice said from behind them, and Civilian whipped around to be face to face with Villain. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with us, Boss with want to talk with you when they wake up."

Civillian panicked, their breathing turning erratic before they promptly fainted, ending up on the floor beside Supervillain, equally unconscious, as Villain and Henchman bent down to retrieve them.

June of Doom Day 20

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar"

| Cage | Pliers | Scrape |

Cw: The prompts above, rescue, implied abuse/ torture, self-sacrifice.

I'm actually really proud of myself for keeping at this so long. I fully expected to fail before day 15. I'm thinking I might start posting snippets from my whumpy novel once I get through this shitshow of a month. Anyway, enjoy some more hero/villain whump!

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Villain sat in the cage, bleeding all over, but refusing to cower. They didn't huddle or hide in the corners of the cage, they sat, dead centre, and glared at the door, waiting for Supervillain to return.

But when the the click of the lock echoed through the room and the scrape of the dopr opening grated their ears, it wasn't Supervillain coming through the door. It was Sidekick. The very last person they'd ever expect to be here.

"Sidekick?"

Sidekick raised a finger to their lips. "Shush". Villain understood the message and chose to watch out the door as Sidekick pulled a pair of large pliers from their jacket and began to cut the wires on the cage. One by one. Snip snip snip. It took way longer than was comfortable for Villain, and they grew more paranoid with every snip of a wire that Supervillain would arrive.

But they never did, and soon, there was a hole large enough for Villain to crawl out.

As soon as they were out though, they couldn't stand straight. The cuts crisscrossing their legs made it impossible to rest their weight on their legs.

Sidekick hissed when they saw the wounds.

"That's gonna be one hell of a scar," they muttered. The first thing they'd said since they arrived. They didn't say another word as they looped Villain's arm over their shoulder and carried most of their weight as the pair limped out the door.

They approached the front door but Villain began to panic. Where was Supervillain? They must have heard them. Why hadn't they showed up?

"They're distracted right now," Sidekick whispered, reading their thoughts. Villain wanted to question it, but at that moment they heard the loud crash as someone fell through a window somewhere out of sight.

They heard the tell-tale voices of Supervillain and Hero arguing and suddenly they understood. Hero was distracting Supervillain, hence why Sidekick was here.

Sidekick didn't seem fazed in the slightest and continued carrying Villain out the car outside, loading them into the back seat.

"Hero-" Villain started, but Sidekick cut them off.

"They'll be fine. My orders are to get you out of here."

"But-"

They didn't get to finish their complaint as the car jerked forward, shooting out into the road, just as Supervillain came crashing out onto the road behind them, bruised and battered, followed by a furious Hero.

June of Doom Day 19

"I'm not going anywhere"

| Wound Cleaning | Guilt | Chair |

Cw: The tags above, planning murder, implied betrayal and abuse.

I'm gonna do a continuation of Day 13 cause yall liked that as much as I did. No need to read that one though.

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Sidekick was slumped in the chair in Villain's lair, conscious but weak, as Henchman stitched them up.

"I should never have trusted them," they cursed out Hero, Henchman listening with clenched fists as they rinsed out the cloth and used it to wipe away the blood staining Sidekick's torso.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them for this."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Sidekick assured them. Henchman dropped the cloth into the bowl of water woth a splash.

"It is. I never should have left you with them."

"It doesn't matter, you can't change it. Just don't leave me now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Sidekick smiled weakly and Henchman picked up the cloth again, wiping away the blood and grime that coated Sidekick's arm.

"They're right, Henchman," Villain interjected, standing at the doorway to the room, leaning against the frame. Henchman hadn't heard them enter. "It's my fault. I never should have let Hero go this far. They're my enemy."

"What are you going to do?"

"That's up to Sidekick, actually."

Sidekick raised their head in surprise.

"I'm going to go after Hero, and I'm going to beat them to a bloody pulp. Do you want me to drag them back here for you to take a turn? Or can I kill them where they stand?"

Sidekick thought for a moment, before looking up at Villain with a sneer.

"Kill them, I don't ever want to see their face again."

Villain smiled. "Good."