June Of Doom Day 27

June of Doom Day 27

"I'm so sorry."

| Sacrifice | Obsession | Display |

Cw: The tags above, chains, abandonment

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Hero struggled against the cultists as they were dragged forward towards the altar, but their hands were bound tight, and there was nothing they could do to stop from being forced to their knees before the decorated podium.

They watched as the cultists arranged themselves, in circle, their robes dragging on the ground dramatically. They would have scoffed at the theatrics if they hadn't glanced up.

Above them, hanging from the ceiling by various chains, were seven people. And one of them was villain.

Villain appeared the only one that was awake. They gave a little half-hearted wave to Hero, seemingly nonchalant, but Hero could see the wince of pain from here.

A tear slipped from Hero's eye. They had arrested Henchman when they came claiming Villain had been taken. They had convinced everyone it was trap. Convinced no one to go after them.

But here was Villain, very much kidnapped, hanging from a cult's ceiling.

"I'm so sorry," Hero muttered, and Villain frowned, then gestured towards the altar.

Or what had been an altar.

When Hero turned their attention back to the centre of the circle, the draped table was gone, replaced by a kneeling woman.

One of the cultists kicked Hero forward and they stumbled, falling to their knees before her.

"We have brought them to you, our goddess," the cultist said, bowing.

The woman nodded and shooed them away.

She turned to Hero.

"My child, I have been looking for you for so long. I took this from you so you would come but you never did," she gestured at Villain. "I'm sorry if my people were harsh, but all will be well now that you are here."

"Wait, what?" Hero cocked their head. They had never seen this woman before in their life. "Do I know you?"

"No my child, not yet. But I know you. And now, you will be mine."

"Wait, no-"

They didn't get to finish their sentence as the woman gripped their shirt and pulled them towards her, until her face was mere inches from theirs.

"And now that I have you, I will never let you go."

June of Doom Day 30

"Are you scared yet?"

| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |

Cw: the tags above

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Hero banged on the wood above them, but it didn't budge. This wasn't happening. Hero was hyperventilating already. This was not happening.

They heard a chuckle from above as Villain dumped another shovelful of dirt onto Hero.

"Are you scared yet?"

When they recieved no response, another wad of dirt fell onto the coffin Hero was trapped in.

"You shouldn't have tried to run away Hero. You know I can't let this go unpunished. I'm going to bury you here until I think you've learned you lesson. And who knows? Maybe it will be too late when I finally dig you up."

Another shovelful. Some dirt cane through the gaos in the wood and fell into Hero's mouth. They spat it out, shutting their eyes tight.

"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," they muttered to themself, but to no avail, they didn't magically wake up and find it was all a dream, they just began to hyperventilate even worse as another shovelful of dirt landed above them.

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.

...

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.

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."

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.

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