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Maneuver

Warnings: referenced torture, restraints, escape, dislocation, field medicine, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, Whumpee," Caretaker huffed as they reached the torture chamber. They had been running as fast as they could to get to Whumpee while everyone else distracted Whumper.

"'m here," Whumpee called back weakly.

Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. They opened the door and gasped. Whumpee had clearly been tortured, but they were alive. And not bleeding. Whumper had them in standing cuffs, though Whumpee's right shoulder was pulled at an odd angle. "How bad is it? Can you walk?"

Whumpee nodded. "I can. I...I just need you to pop my shoulder back in. I slipped when Whumper....when they....well that doesn't matter. I slipped and it popped out."

Caretaker nodded grimly. "Are you sure? It's going to hurt?" They quickly uncuffed Whumpee.

Whumpee cried out as their right arm fell. "Yeah," they hissed, "I won't be able to run out of here if we don't. Just maneuver it fast, Caretaker. Please."

Caretaker grasped Whumpee's wrist tenderly. "Big breath, Whumpee," and before Whumpee had finished opening their mouth, Caretaker popped their should back into the socket.

Whumpee screamed loudly before their knees buckled. Caretaker caught Whumpee before they could hit the floor. "Whumpee! Say something!"

Whumpee was completely limp in Caretaker's arms. No matter how much Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee, they remained unconscious, finally succumbing to all the pain they had endured. "Hold on, Whumpee, I'll get you out of here. Just hold on. You're safe. You're safe. I've got you."

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[serickswrites]

Hug

Warnings: nightmare, PTSD, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker was groggy. They weren't sure what had woken them. It was still dark and their alarm clock read 3:22am. Why had they woken up?

The soft moaned, "Please," next to them had them rolling over.

Whumpee's face was sweaty, their hair clinging to their forehead. They gripped the blanket tightly in their hands as they thrashed wildly. "Please," they moaned.

Caretaker's heart twinged. Another nightmare. Whumpee had terrible nightmares of everything that happened. Had them every night. Caretaker put a gentle hand on Whumpee's shoulder. "Whumpee," they murmured.

Whumpee thrashed violently. "PLEASE!"

"Whumpee, darling," Caretaker continued, "wake up. It's just a nightmare. Please wake up, Whumpee."

Whumpee's eyes shot open, their chest heaving. "A nightmare? It felt so real. I was....I was...." they began to cry, their words becoming unintelligible.

"Come here, darling, I've got you. You're safe. I've got you," Caretaker said as they hugged Whumpee close. Whumpee sobbed and sobbed and Caretaker held them tight. Would hold them tight until Whumpee drifted off to sleep again. Even then, they wouldn't let Whumpee go. Whumpee only felt safe in the circle of their arms. And so they would make sure Whumpee felt safe enough to sleep and get some rest.

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[serickswrites]

I adore straight jacket whump and will give you my first born for any writing with it in it PLEASE

That is a serious gift! A first born! I can definitely write this for you. Please enjoy!

Warnings: captivity, restraints, white torture, sensory deprivation, gag

"Please, Whumper," Whumpee cried out as Whumper tightened the straps on their straight jacket. Their arms were pulled across their body, their shoulders painfully tight.

Whumper didn't respond as they continued to tighten the buckles. Whumper hadn't said anything to Whumper. Hadn't said anything and had only put the straight jacket on Whumpee. Had only tightened it until Whumpee cried.

But Whumpee now saw what Whumper intended to do. They could see the noise cancelling head phones, the ear plugs, and ball gag. They couldn't let Whumper do that. Whumper already trapped them in a room. They couldn't let Whumper trap them in their own body.

"PLEASE!" Whumpee screamed as they threw themself to the ground. If Whumper cuffed them to the chair it was all over.

Whumper was strong. They dragged Whumpee along with little effort. Whumpee sobbed harder as Whumper cuffed them to the chair, the ankle cuffs diffing into their tender skin.

"Please, please, don't do this," Whumpee begged as Whumper slid the eye mask over Whumpee's head. Whumpee's world was complete darkness. Moments later, it became silent as the noise cancelling headphones slipped over their ears. Whumpee squealed as Whumper pinched their jaw open and shoved the ball gag in.

Whumpee panicked, feeling as though the invisible walls were closing in and an elephant was sitting on their chest. They couldn't do this. They couldn't. Whumper couldn't do this to them. But as their panic grew and grew, Whumpee realized Whumper was, indeed, doing this to them. And they had no intention of stopping any time soon.

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[serickswrites]

I'm Back (Well Sort of)

Hello all my lovelies. I have missed you all. And I have missed writing terribly so. Thank you for bearing with me over this year (holy shit it's been a year) of a nightmare hell scape. I am nowhere near where I want to be, but I'm holding onto hope that things are sort of on the up and up (ok, very delulu but I need it right now lol) and I'm going to try and start posting again. Slowly. I definitely can't do my two or three a day any time soon. I will be answering the asks, I promise.

I had this big elaborate plan to post a new story (that was only 9 parts lol) that I had completely finished for May 1, but I'm 45k words into planning and world building and I've realized it's definitely more than a 9 part lil story. So, if anyone wants to get snippets of that or be a beta reader for that, lemme know lol.

I'm going to be really slow with what I do post, and I'm sorry about that. I'm operating on negative spoons and at this point my luck is running out of being able to pull that off. But I miss writing. It makes my mood so much worse when I can't be creative. All of this is to say I miss you. I miss writing. And if you've made it this far, you are amazing! And I so appreciate you.

And to all of you who kept checking on me, I appreciate you to know end. You don't know me, and yet you cared enough to check in. That can't be said of all the people who know me irl and I just want you to know I see you and appreciate you so much.

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[serickswrites]

Exhaustion

Warnings: magical exhaustion, blood, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, we need more. Give us more!" Teammate One shouted back at them.

Whumpee was so exhausted. They barely registered Teammate One's words. Though they were a siphon, essentially they were a magical battery for the rest of the team. They had near limitless energy. But even they would reach a limit after a long battle.

"Whumpee's exhausted, are you sure?" Caretaker called up to Teammate One.

"Yes! The shields are failing. We need just one last push. You can do it, Whumpee!"

"Whumpee, are you sure you can do this?" Caretaker asked gently.

Whumpee nodded slowly. They were having difficult time focusing. Talking required too much energy. With a sigh, they drew on the final dregs of their energy, siphoning them into the team's weapons. One final push.

"Thank you, Whumpee!" A chorus of voices called.

Whumpee barely heard them. They felt the blood dripping from their nose as their vision went dark and they pitched forward. They could only hope that Caretaker wouldn't let their head smack on the ground. They had exhausted their magical resources.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice sounded so distant. But Whumpee didn't have the energy to respond as they sank into the quiet dark.

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[serickswrites]

Grab the Little One

Warnings: gun, gunshot, gunshot wound, blood, begging, gag, restraints, unconsciousness

Team Leader had to get Smallest Teammate to a safe place before they could confront Whumper and their goons. Whumper wanted Smallest Teammate and Team Leader couldn't let Whumper get them. They would protect Smallest Teammate at all cost.

They hadn't accounted for Whumper's team having night vision goggles. The first bullet ripped through their left shoulder while the other lodged itself in their gut. They didn't even have the breath to scream as they collapsed to the ground. They barely felt their blood beginning to pool around them.

Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate begging them to get up. Begging them to breathe. Begging them to move. And begging Whumper's goons to leave them alone.

"Grab the little one," a voice said coldly.

"And the other?"

Team Leader knew they were the other. Knew they were the other and that they should be afraid. But all they cared about was Smallest Teammate. If their death saved Smallest Teammate, they would happily give their life.

"We don't need the other. You know what to do."

"Please! Please, don't hurt them! Please!" Smallest Teammate begged.

"Shut that one up first."

"Stop! STOP! I SAID ST--" Smallest Teammate's words were cut off suddenly. Team Leader knew that someone must have gagged Smallest Teammate from their angry breaths. Knew that Smallest Teammate had to be bound and gagged from the sounds of a struggle.

They had to get up. They had to help Smallest Teammate. They had to get Smallest Teammate out of there. With an agonizing cry, Team Leader tried to roll to their side, their world whiting out with pain. They blinked, trying to clear their vision, trying to fight from being dragged into oblivion.

Smallest Teammate's face was pinched with worry as they struggled between two people. Their arms were bound behind their back and a rough gag was stuffed in their mouth. But still they struggled. Team Leader had to get up.

The next time they tried to move, their world went completely white. They could not breathe through this pain. They could not fight through this pain. And as oblivion claimed them, they could only hope that the rest of the team would arrive in time to save Smallest Teammate. That was all that mattered.

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[serickswrites]

Do You Trust Me?

Warnings: threat of death, violence, captivity, restraints, escape

Hero tried to pry the power suppression cuffs off their wrists. They had fallen for Supervillain's trap so easily. They cursed as the cuffs remained tight on their wrists.

A scraping sound outside their cell had Hero whirling round, fearful that Supervillain had come to make good on their promise to beat them to death. They raised their fists as they growled, "Come to finish me off?"

Villain's face appeared in the doorway. "No," they whispered back, "I've come to get you out of here."

Hero frowned. Surely this had to be a trapped. "Why, so you can just toy with me until your master is ready to kill me?"

Villain opened the door. "No, do you think so poorly of me?"

"Yes."

Villain held out their hand. "I'm here to rescue you, Hero. I am with Supervillain because..." their voice trailed off. "That's not relevant. Point is, I'm here to set you free. You weren't meant to be caught."

Hero stared at Villain's hand. This had to be a trap. "Do you trust me?" Villain said as they inched closer.

"No," Hero said uncertainly.

Villain sighed. "Well, I'm sorry about this then." They grabbed Hero's hand and teleported the two of them out of the cell.

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[serickswrites]

Sore

Warnings: referenced physical violence, referenced restraints, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort

"Ouch," Villain winced as they eased themself down onto the couch. They had been moving very stiffly and carefully. Hero knew they had to be in tremendous pain.

"How bad is it, Villain?"

Villain gave Hero a crooked smile. "I've definitely had worse."

Hero frowned. Villain had fought off Other World Creature after breaking out of some power suppressing cuffs. Hero knew it had taken a great amount of strength to do both. And that Villain had been seriously hurt by Other World Creature's attacks.

"Don't lie to me. I know they hurt you. I know you jumped in so I didn't have to fight."

"Sweetheart, I couldn't let you have all the fun. Besides, my power lends itself to physical fights. Yours...well, it has its uses." Villain attempted to lean back and grimaced. "I will admit I am a little sore."

"How about I run you a nice warm bath and put those fancy epsom salts in it that you like."

Villain smiled at Hero again. "That sounds amazing."

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