#whump fic request

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Taking Zayne Whump Requests!

Well, what did I say at the end of my last Zayne fic?

"I swear if I end up pulling and get anyone besides Rafayel they're liable for getting the whumping of a LIFETIME!"

And look who decided to show up...

So go ahead! Send your best Zayne whump ideas and I'll pick my favorite one for a oneshot. The heavier the whump the better. Nothing is off the table as long as it's Zayne whump. (And if you don't want to comment on this post you can also send me an ask :3)

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Overprotective older sibling villain x younger hero sibling they'd find of but who IS a hero and they sedate them and have to watch their sibling take over the world? LOVE UR WORK. BONUS POINTS IF THIS IS A VILLAIN FAMILY SO THE WHOLE FAMILY KIND OF TEAMS ON THE HERO.

Thank you so much!! I think @oddsconvert wrote something similar with this exact prompt so I tried not to make it too similar to hers. I hope you enjoy!!😊

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"See that?" Villain asked as she slowly circled her prisoner. "All of that gorgeous carnage and destruction? Do you know why all of this is happening, Hero?"

Hero refused to lift his eyes to the news feed. He could picture the display already; the city he'd dedicated his life to protecting being reduced to fiery ruins, innocent blood soaking into the asphalt, sirens permeating the smoke-filled air. To gaze upon the display would accomplish nothing but solidifying the hero's defeat.

Hero didn't dignify her with a response. No. No matter how satisfying the thought of biting back was to him, the reality of his situation remained; he was in chains at her feet, his powers suppressed by the collar at his throat, and she was moments away from ruling the world. What good would a sarcastic remark be in a time like this?

"Well?" Villain said, still impatiently waiting for an answer. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" Still, Hero said nothing. Villain chuckled darkly, her arms folded over her chest. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you," Hero mumbled.

"Ah, he speaks!" Villain exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "How wonderful."

Hero couldn't look at her. He couldn't bear to see the monster she had become. But in the end, he didn't have a choice. She took two fingers and gently tilted his head up, forcing him to instinctually lift his eyes to hers. A wide smirk split her face. "There you are. It's nice to properly see you again, little brother."

Hero glared at her. "Let me go, Villain. You don't need to do this."

Villain hummed. "You're right," she said as she released her grip on his chin and sauntered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Her hands came to rest on her hips, a sadistic smile splitting her face. "It didn't need to come to this, Hero," she said. Hero glared daggers into her back. His wrists strained against the chains binding them at the small of his back. "I gave you a choice. Everything that's happening now is due to your own decision."

"How can you say that?" Hero asked, unwanted tears burning his eyes. "If I had decided to join you, all that would've changed is that I would be participating in this reckoning. This was your plan all along. Whether or not I joined you would not have changed this outcome."

Villain smirked. "Perhaps not," she said, spinning on her heel to face her youngest sibling once more. "But truly who's to say? Perhaps this could've all been avoided. Perhaps if you were just a little bit stronger. A little bit more...heroic." Hero's expression faltered. Guilt burned in his stomach and turned his blood to ice. He should've known. All his life, Villain always knew exactly what to say to make it hurt. "Perhaps you could've stopped me."

Hero could practically feel the strength draining from his body. He was utterly helpless, a sitting duck, while he listened to the screams of thousands of people he'd sworn to protect.

"What do you want?" Hero asked, his voice breaking. "What will it take for you to stop this?"

Billowing laughter erupted from the villain's chest. "Stop this?" She repeated. "There is no stopping this, Hero. Haven't you been paying attention?" With a snap of her gloved fingers, several henchmen descended upon the hero, snatching his head and guiding it to face the broadcast he'd been so cautiously avoiding.

It was just as Hero had feared. The frantic screaming of burning civilians was drowned out by the pounding of blood in his ears. Broken glass and debris littered the streets, as did the charred bodies of innocent people. People that had woken up that morning to the shining sun, that had unknowingly kissed their loved ones goodbye for the final time. Regular people with regular lives that had been cut too short. All because their hero wasn't strong enough.

"Are you finally understanding, Hero?" Villain questioned, tracing the edge of the screen with her fingers. "Soon enough, this city will be reduced dying embers and I will be here to rebuild it into my utopia. There is no stopping what is already happening. Face it, Hero. You've failed."

Tears slipped down Hero's cheeks. He couldn't help it anymore. Villain was right. He'd failed.

I'm no hero. Not anymore.

Content with the psychological damage she'd inflicted, Villain strolled over to a control panel against the far wall. She pressed a button and whispered something brief into a microphone before rejoining her prisoner in front of the screen.

"Don't worry, Hero," she said, ruffling Hero's tangled locks. "If you think this is bad, I have one more surprise for you."

A sob escaped Hero's throat. "What more could you possibly do to me? Kill me?" He'd expected Villain to laugh again, but no such sound reached his ears.

Instead, she knelt down to look him in the eyes, her face a mask of intensity. "Is that why you think you're here?" Hero said nothing, but his expression must've given away his confusion because Villain said, "Hero...you may hate me. Lord knows I deserve it. But you're here so you don't get caught up in the reckoning."

"So I can't stop you?"

"So you don't get hurt," Villain corrected. "You can hate me all you want, but I'm your sister. It's my job to protect you, and I will do so until the end of my days, whether you like it or not." Hero had nothing to say, but he silently cursed the traitorous tears that seemed to fall harder beneath the weight of her words. Villain sighed. "I'm disappointed in you, Hero. You could've been a part of this. With power like yours, you would've been absolutely brilliant. We would've been unstoppable."

"You already are," Hero said. "As long as you have me prisoner, there's no one to stop you."

Villain shrugged, standing to her feet once more. "Still, it's a shame. It would've been nice to have all been together."

A crease formed between Hero's brows. "All? All of who?"

As if on cue, the massive chamber doors slid open and Hero craned his neck in order to see who entered. All the blood drained from his face and his pounding heart skipped a beat. "Mother? Father?" He whispered in disbelief.

Neither of his parents even bothered to glance in the direction of their youngest child. Instead, they made a beeline toward Villain. Hero couldn't help the ache in his chest as he witnessed their clear lack of concern for him. He shouldn't have been surprised. Villain had always been the golden child. But that still didn't make it hurt any less.

"What is this?" Hero exclaimed, wrists straining against his shackles. Tears threatened to overwhelm him, but he fought them back. "Mother, Father! You can't possibly be okay with this, with what she's doing! This is a massacre!"

As they stood on either side of the eldest daughter, they finally bothered to look down at their son. "Don't be so naive, Hero," his Mother said. "Villain is right. The world is broken and needs to be reset."

"Besides," his father continued. "Villain offered us a place at the top of her hierarchy."

Understanding bloomed across Hero's face. "So that's what this is about? Power?!"

Villain sighed and unlatched the locks on a briefcase that Hero hadn't noticed. After reaching inside, she extracted a syringe full of clear liquid. Hero's stomach dropped.

"This isn't about power, Hero," Villain claimed as she approached her brother with the syringe. "This is about rebuilding a broken society. Those that survive will be more than welcome to join us. Those that resist, well...let's just say, they won't be."

Hero eyed the syringe nervously. "What are you gonna do with me, then?" He asked. "I'll spend the rest of my conscious life resisting you!" Villain's henchmen snatched a fistful of Hero's hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing his neck.

Villain smirked. "I'm counting on it," she said as she plunged the mysterious liquid into his bloodstream.

Hero almost instantly felt his body go limp, his eyelids fluttering despite the strength of his willpower.

A sense of utter hopelessness settled over him as darkness began closing in from the corners of his vision. With his very last shred of awareness, all he could think was,

It's over.

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I hope this was okay! I've never written a hero/villain fic before so I wasn't quite sure if this was right, but I'm happy with it! I hope you enjoyed it!

If anyone else has a request for a non-worthless whump fic, feel free to send me an ask!

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Heyy sorry I don't know if u write non worthless related stuff atm but if u do can I request something

2 characters, the big protective one and the innocent cinnamon roll, get kidnapped together and the captor always chooses to torture the cinnamon roll . The big protective one is furious and says to take them instead but its useless. so all they can do is cradle their friend's unconscious body and comfort them when they wake up

Of course!! So sorry I haven't gotten to this sooner. I wanted to finish chapter 19 first, but I'm finally getting around to it! It's fairly short, but I wanted to get it out quickly since this has been in my inbox for so long. I hope you enjoy!!

Content: captivity, mention of blood and bruises, mention of self-sacrifice, creepy whumper, protective caretaker, hurt/comfort

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Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest. Their small body was trembling from both fear and the cold of the dank cell they were trapped in. The warmth of Caretaker's strong arms calmed them slightly, but it wasn't enough to completely rid them of the fear plaguing their mind and body.

"C-Caretaker?" Whumpee stammered. "I'm scared."

"I know, sweetie," Caretaker said as they began carding their fingers through Whumpee's tangled locks. "I'll protect you. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise."

"Oh now, Caretaker," a separate, sinister voice cut in. Whumpee flinched and squeaked as they tried to bury themself in Caretaker's protective embrace. Whumper strode into the cell, a devilish smirk splitting their face. "Don't make promises you know you can't keep."

Caretaker glared at Whumpee with fire in their eyes. "What do you want with us, Whumper?"

Whumper chuckled. "Well, I don't want anything with you, you see. You merely got in my way, and I couldn't have you alerting your friends, now could I. Whumpee, on the other hand." Whumper reached a hand out to stroke Whumpee's hair, but Caretaker swatted their hand away before they had the chance.

"Don't touch them!" Caretaker shouted. "I won't let you hurt them!"

Whumper chuckled again. The sound was lower and much darker than before. "And how would you, in your predicament, be able to stop me? Hm?" Caretaker was silent, but they held Whumpee tighter. Whumper smirked. "That's what I thought. Now, hand them over. I'm in the mood for some entertainment."

Caretaker shielded Whumpee's body with their own. "Over my dead body."

Whumper scoffed. "Don't tempt me." They reached forward and pulled Whumpee out of Caretaker's grasp with surprising strength. Whumpee screamed and reached out to Caretaker, but Whumper manhandled them with ease and began lightly petting their hair. "Shh, don't be scared, little one. I promise to take good care of you."

Whumpee sobbed and tried with all their might to pull away from Whumper, but to no avail.

Caretaker furiously yanked against the chains binding them to the wall. "Let them go, Whumper! They're innocent!"

Whumper chuckled. "So? The innocent ones are the most fun to break."

Caretaker's energy began to dwindle the longer they fought their restraints. "Please, Whumper. Please, don't hurt them. Take me instead, please!"

"Not a chance," Whumper said. "You both belong to me now and I'll play with whomever I choose whenever I choose. Come now, darling. It's time to have some fun." Whumpee screamed and sobbed as Whumper began dragging them out of the cell.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted, desperate to reach their friend. "No, please! Let them go! Whumpee, I'm sorry!"

With that, the large iron door shut with a loud clang and Caretaker was alone.

. . .

Caretaker had been drowning in silence since the moment Whumpee was dragged away. They hadn't heard any screams or weaponry or even any footsteps that would indicate what was going on. They didn't know how long it had been, but as the seconds ticked on, Caretaker grew more and more frightened for their friend's safety.

Just then, as if on cue, the heavy cell door swung open and the small, frail form of Whumpee was shoved inside.

Caretaker gasped and scrambled over to their friend's limp body. "Whumpee? Can you hear me?" They lifted Whumpee off the ground and brushed away the hair that clung to their sweat-slicked forehead.

Whumpee groaned and opened their eyes slightly. "C-Caretaker?"

Caretaker sighed in relief and hugged them close. "Oh, Whumpee. I was so worried. Are you okay? What did they do to you?"

Whumpee whimpered into the hug. "H-Hurts."

Caretaker immediately released them. "I'm so sorry. I'm just so relieved you're okay. What happened?"

Whumpee coughed, blood trickling out of the corner of their mouth. "C-Can't talk. J-Just wanna s-sleep."

Caretaker nodded. "Okay, that's okay. Just sleep, I'll protect you, I promise." Whumpee was already asleep before Caretaker even finished their sentence.

As Caretaker stared upon the face of their bruised and beaten friend, fury began to boil in the pit of their stomach. Whumpee didn't deserve this. They were so sweet and pure and would never do anything to hurt anyone. So why was this happening to them? Why would Whumper want to hurt them so badly?

No matter the answer, Caretaker knew they had to protect Whumpee, even if it meant giving up their own life in the process.

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I hope you liked this! Sometimes it's refreshing to write something outside of Worthless. I will never turn down a writing request, unless it's something I'm extremely uncomfortable with, of which there isn't much.

If anyone else has any writing requests, suggestions, or questions, feel free to send them to me!

I don't have a general taglist, but if anyone wants it, I'd be happy to start one!

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Hii!

Could you write something about Whumpee having a nightmare and shaking, mumbling and kicking in their sleep. But. Caretaker is an empath and they send out waves of calm emotions, feelings of love, care and peace, until Whumpee has fallen into a deep peaceful sleep a faint smile on their face.

Thank youu

Hi!! Thanks for the request!! Sorry this took so long. I haven't written a general whump fic in a while, so please bear with me!

I hope you enjoy!

Content: nightmare, insomnia mention, brief mention of past captivity, implied past torture, mostly comfort

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Whumpee hadn't slept in weeks. Caretaker had tried everything, from calming tea to white noise, but nothing had worked. They'd even suggested a sleep clinic, but Whumpee had nearly had a panic attack at the very mention. At this point, they didn't know what else to do. Whumpee was clearly exhausted, so Caretaker tried the last thing they could think of.

Whumpee sniffled as Caretaker climbed into their bed with them, wiping away their tears and offering Caretaker more space than was necessary.

"I-I'm so sorry, Caretaker," they mumbled as Caretaker settled beside them in bed. "You shouldn't have to do this for me. I know you don't like sleeping around other people-"

Caretaker gently shushed them and brushed away their tears. "Don't be sorry, dove. I'll sleep better knowing that you're not alone. I offered to do this for you, remember?"

Whumpee sniffled again and nodded. "But I don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for my sake. You already do so much for me."

Caretaker smiled and brushed Whumpee's hair out of their face. "Now's not the time for guilt, dove. All you need to worry about is sleep."

Whumpee's eyes wandered. "But...what if I can't?"

"Then, I'll be right beside you. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Whumpee's lower lip was wobbling. "But, what if-"

Caretaker shushed them again, wrapping their arms around their frightened companion. "There's nothing to be worried about, dove. Just relax and close your eyes. I'll watch over you."

. . .

Caretaker was beyond relieved when they heard the evening out of Whumpee's breath. They couldn't remember the last time Whumpee had slept through the night, and they prayed to whatever god was listening that Whumpee would make it even half that.

It had only taken a little over an hour, which wasn't as long as Caretaker had expected. They were so proud of Whumpee. They had been put through hell by a despicable human being. It was no wonder they couldn't sleep. They were probably terrified of being plucked from their bed and taken right back to that awful place without so much as a cry for help.

Caretaker snuggled closer to Whumpee, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. With their incredible relief came overwhelming exhaustion, and Caretaker's eyelids fluttered. Their body sagged against Whumpee's, and with a soft breath that ruffled Whumpee's tangled hair, Caretaker closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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Caretaker awoke a few hours later to the sound of soft whimpering. At first, they assumed it was their dog begging for attention, until they heard spoken words.

"N-No, Wh-Whumper, p-please."

Caretaker's eyes snapped open. They quickly pushed themself into a sitting position and flicked on the lamp to their right. Their eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the person Whumpee was begging to. As their eyes adjusted to the sudden light, they recognized the emptiness of Whumpee's room.

"Please, no. I-I don't want it, please..."

Caretaker shifted their gaze down to Whumpee's small, quivering form. Their light curls stuck to their sweat-slick forehead and tears were oozing out of the corners of their tightly-clamped eyes. A quiet yelp escaped their throat, followed by more soft begging.

Caretaker absolutely deflated. They knew all about how awful Whumpee's nightmares could be. Whumpee told them about each one in detail, and they were all worse than the one before.

Caretaker hated seeing them like this. It broke their heart to see the brilliant, joyful, funny person they once knew reduced to something so pitiful and broken.

Caretaker forced a sad smile to their face. They'd always been told that they had a gift for making people feel safe, without even saying a word. They just hoped they'd be able to reach Whumpee through the horrors they were surely reliving.

Caretaker gently ran their hand through Whumpee's hair, softly caressing their tear-stained cheeks. They wanted Whumpee to know that they were safe, that Caretaker was never going to let anything bad happen to them again. They wanted Whumpee to feel loved and accepted and heard, despite the pain and the loss they'd experienced.

Sure enough, Whumpee's trembling seemed to slow, their whimpers quieted, and the wrinkles on their face smoothed out. Their tense body relaxed and they shivered beneath Caretaker's cool touch. Even once they'd calmed down a bit, Caretaker didn't stop caressing Whumpee and wiping away their tears and sweat.

As much as they knew Whumpee would feel guilty for it, Caretaker was beyond grateful that Whumpee had woken them up. They much preferred that to Whumpee waking themself up. If they were given the option, Caretaker would never sleep again if it meant Whumpee never had another nightmare. They didn't deserve to live in such fear and turmoil, and Caretaker vowed that they would do whatever it took to take that pain away from them.

Even if it meant hunting Whumper down themself.

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I hope this was okay!! I'm not used to writing regular whump fics, so I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's a little shorter than I intended, but I hope you enjoyed it!

If anyone else has any requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them to me!

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Allanon whump fic request: When Arion finds the warlock’s sword, and Allanon tells them how dangerous it is... but then king Eventine says: “It is you who are the danger, Druid.” Would love to see Allanon’s thoughts in that scene... how he maybe thought Eventine no longer trusts him, but then realizes that the demon has killed his friend. And of course the pain/hurt of being stabbed by Arion.

Thank for the amazing request! Talk about inspiration!

here is the fic: What More Can I Do Alone?

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Allanon whump fic request: S2:E3 Graymark; Allanon is captured and tortured by General Riga. Would love a missing scene of what Allanon went through; we only get a small glimpse in the show. Would love to see what he endured through the trip to the castle and while in his cell. What he was feeling throughout it all, knowing he wasn’t going to make it out alive this time if Riga had his way. And how it felt to be completely powerless with that collar on him.

@swingrlm Fantastic request! I lived for that episode and I totally agree that we were cheated of more great Allanon moments.

I wrote up two quick fics for this. Here you go!

Captured

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