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Summer of Whump- Day 22- Magical Exaughstion

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE TROPES, I HAD TO!!!!

@summer-of-whump

Cw: Sidekick referred to as kid but is 17/18/19, magical exaustion, sidekick whump.

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“Again,” Villain instructed. Sidekick whimpered, lowering their shaking arms, “P-please Villain, I cant… it's too heavy!!!” Villain sighed, squeezing the bridge of their noise with their thumb and pointer finger, “That was an order, Sidekick, not a request.”

“Villain, i cant, I really cant!!!”

Villain growled, backhanding Sidekick hard across the face, “You think you're better than me, don't you? You think you don't need all this training. Making me out to be the bad person here. I saved you sidekick, I put a roof over your head and I can easily take it all away from you.” 

Sidekick’s eyes blew wide, “N-no.. please.. I'm sorry, I don't think that at all!!!” Villain took a step forward, “Then.do.it.again.” Sidekick gulped, shakily lifting their hand as they quickly used their powers to lift Villain’s car, lifting it up with grunt and setting it back down to the ground. “Good, now teleport.” 

Sidekick bit their lip to hold in a whimper. They closed their eyes and blipped to the inside of the car before back to their original position, stumbling slightly but managing to catch themself. Villain simply nodded, “Good. Now suit up, we have our mission today.”

Sidekick nodded, quickly running into the base and into their room. Their hands shook like mad as they changed into their uniform. Keep yourself together. It was too much. Villain’s constant training was ruining them. Everytime they teleported, they felt as if they could collapse, everytime they lifted something heavy, they felt as if their knees would collapse from under them.

Oh shut it, stop feeling sorry for yourself.

They let out a sigh, looking at themselves in the mirror, fluffing their hair slightly before dusting down their uniform and nodding. They thought it would be best not to collapse before the mission so they walked back to Villain who was waiting for them outside the base. 

“Oxford bank, teleport us there.”

Sidekick gulped, quickly blinking back tears as they slowly nodded. They placed their hand on Villain’s shoulder, closed their eyes and blip.

They quickly clung onto Villain as they stumbled, starting to feel weak, “S-sorry…” Villain shoved Sidekick’s hand off, “Hurry, grab what you can before Hero gets here.” 

Sidekick nodded once more before running into the bank, trying to ignore how their vision swayed. Villain worked with the safe as Sidekick went to the smaller rooms, full of wads of cash. They took out their bag and quickly shoved as much money as they could into it.

“Drop the bag,” A voice came.

Hero.

Shit.

Sidekick yelped, spinning around quickly, met with Hero’s eyes as they held a gun pointing at Sidekick. Sidekick quickly raised their shaking hands, not dropping the bag, “W-wait… don't shoot…”

Hero smirked, taking the safety off of the gun, “Oh? Then drop.the.bag.” Sidekick whimpered, Villain would kill Sidekick if they ruined this mission!!! “I-I can’t…” “Oh, you cant, can you? You even have a superpower which could save your life right now and you're not even using it. Villain mustn’t be training their Sidekick very well, so why don't we start training?” Hero smirks before quickly firing the gun.

Sidekick cried out, blipping to the other side of the room to dodge the bullet, making Hero chuckle, turning around slowly, “Hm, you don’t look too good, Sidekick, something the matter?” Sidekick couldn't tell them! If Villain found out they had snitched to them, oh boy- they would be dead.

Hero raising their gun once more was enough to make Sidekick blip to their original spot, stumbling sloppily as they clutched onto a vault. Hero chuckled, “Tired already? My my, Villain is a terrible mentor!!!”

Sidekick whimpered, “H-Hero, st-st’p, pl-please….”

Hero barked out a laugh, “Oh, I'm not doing anything, you're the one who's tiring yourself out, dear!!!” They raised the gun once more, Sidekick didn't fall for it this time until they say Hero’s finger slowly press down on the trigger, they yelped and quickly blipped, but this time, they glitched.

They glitched, stumbling into Hero with a sob, their whole body seizing in pain as they broke down crying, “‘m s-sorry…I ca-cant.. Pl-please.. No m-more!!!” Hero’s eyebrows furrowed in concern , quickly dropping the gun and holding Sidekick close.

“Woahwoahwoahwoah, kid, hey, it's alright, what happened, buddy?” Sidekick sobbed against Hero, their whole body shaking, in abysmal pain They couldn't manage any words, a cloud of pain filling their brain.

“Sidekick I-” Villain paused, their face darkening, “Let go of my Sidekick, Hero.” Sidekick felt as Hero tightened their grip protectively on Sidekick, “Not happening, what the fuck did you do to them?”

Villian only scoffed, “Oh will you stop falling for their dramatics, they’re fine! Now I suggest you let them go before I make you.”

“Villain, I am not letting this slide, you're clearly not training them properly if they show up to a fight. Their power drained.” Villain’s face darkened as they raised an eyebrow, “Oh, well their power better not be drained because I warned them what would happen if they run out of power so they can’t teleport us home.” 

Hero felt Sidekick flinch against them, realizing their mistake. Hero only ran a hand through Sidekick’s hair gently, feeling how they leaned into the touch. Villain took a step forward, hand raised, fire blazing from their palm, “Let.Them. Go.”

Sidekick looked around them, just before Villain’s blaze could touch Hero, Sidekick raised their shaky arm, picking up a money box from the corner of the room, using all the rest of their power to move the box through the air at full speed, quickly knocking it into Villain’s face, sending them sprawling back unconscious.

Sidekick fell limp against Hero, just about conscious, Hero held them tight and gently rubbed their back, “Heyheyhey, it's alright, I got you kid, you're safe. You don't have to put up with them anymore.”

Sidekick sobbed into Hero’s shoulder, clinging onto Hero’s shirt as tight as they could.

Pathetic.

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tagging: @shywhumpauthor

[inkscribes]

Prompt 14: Counting

The one thing that surprises Otabek the most when it comes to Yuri, is that the younger man wavers, just a bit, before each competition. Performance anxiety, Katsuki Yuuri explains, though Otabek is more than able to work that out, and more than able to see it isn't just that. Yuri usually deals with it alone; in the seconds before he's due on the ice, but one day, Beka walks into the changing rooms, and simply pulls him into his arms, murmuring, counting helps, Yura. Count with me now, da? Forward, then backward, then forward again. After that, Yuri would go to Beka when he needs the assurance, but he doesn't because Otabek is automatically there before each competition, and together they count - even when its over the phone and miles away from each other, until Yuri feels like himself again.

[overflowing-with-words]

double edged blade

[Cole accidentally hurts a teammate in training, and Zane is there to reassure the earth ninja afterward.]

A/N: tryna catch up life’s a bitch. i like how zane’s either being traumatized or being therapist in my fics. anyways i think cole would accidentally forget he’s strong and break stuff and break people i mean uhhh read the fic 

@summer-of-whump *coughs in I just realized I had to tag you for a reblog I'm dum*

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The thing is that Cole knows he has super strength. He’s always had a heavier body build, and reaching unlocking the full potential of his elemental powers only multiplied it even more.

And he tried to keep it under control, he really does. He stops fidgeting with cups, having broken too many handles already. Jay offers to design a special durable one for him, but he declines, not wanting even more work for the lighting ninja. 

He limits physical affection as much as he can, afraid to accidentally hurt someone in a touch or a casual hug. 

It’s all a bad coincidence, in the end. 

They’re split up into pairs for training, and Cole’s confident enough in Lloyd’s skills to let loose with his powers a little. 

He swings at the wrong height, Lloyd ducks at the wrong time, and is sent flying across the room, back hitting the opposite wall with a terrible crash. He lands on the floor with a cry, nose already streaming blood to the floor.

“Lloyd?” 

The others are at his side in the matter of seconds, and the fire ninja peers down at his worriedly, kneeling down to help him up. 

“Shit.” Lloyd mumbles, propping himself up weakly, and reaches up gingerly to dab at his nose. The crimson only flows faster, and Kai bats his fingers away with a frown. 

“Careful, you might’ve broken your nose. Don’t wanna let your super healing set it the wrong way.” He says, and Lloyd lets out a groan. 

“Serios’ly? Ab’ain? I swear, Jay just did that la’d mission when he sla’bed his nunchucks’ a’ross my no’de.” He complains, wincing as he talks, and Kai gives a short laugh, slinging the blonde’s arm across his shoulder.

“I told you it was an accident!” The lighting ninja lets out a cry of disdain, and his argument goes down with a chilling glare from Lloyd. 

“You broke it by smashing your weapon across my face.”

“Accident! I said I was sorry, and you were fine like five minutes later!” Jay protests, and Kai waves him down. 

“You have special Oni healing, it’ll heal in like an hour. Let’s get you to the medbay. Cole, some help?” The fire ninja glances over to Cole’s earlier spot, only to see a quietly swinging door in response. 

“I will go.” Zane tells him, and Kai nods gratefully back. 

“Tell him it wasn’t his fault!” Lloyd calls back as he’s being half dragged away by the fire ninja, waving his remaining free arm at the nindroid. “Jay broke it way worse two weeks ago!”

“ACCIDENT, LLOYD, I SWEAR TO GOD— “

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Zane finds the earth ninja sitting on his bed, expression sullen and dull. He doesn’t look at the nindroid as he walks in, eyes flitting to the floor. 

“Is Lloyd okay?” Cole asks, and he nods steadily.

“Kai and Jay brought him to the med room, and his Oni blood should take care of the rest easily. It wasn’t your fault, Cole, everyone loses control once in a while.” 

“I can’t. I’ll kill someone if I do.” 

Zane gives him a small smile, and holds out his hand wordlessly. Cole looks at it, eyes filled with fear, like it’ll crumble if he touches it. 

“It’s okay. You could never hurt me.” He taps on his wrist, a dull metal thunk sounding. “Metal, remember? Even you can’t break this, enhanced strength and all.”

Cole glances up at his face, dark brown eyes to icy blue. He hesitates, but puts his hand into Zane’s. 

“Sometimes I wish I could go back to normal,” he says to Zane quietly, after a few moments of silence, and the nindroid furrows his brows in confusion.

“Normal?”

“When I didn’t have to remember not to accidentally hurt people.”

Zane thinks back to his days in the forests and the small village, where days were peaceful and short and sunny. He didn’t have to worry about being attacked, or hacked into, or where his family’s next meal would come from, or anything, besides the next day and the next.

He gets it.

“I know what you mean.” He says softly, and Cole hunches further into himself, anger coming off in waves.

“It’s so stupid. They’re part of me, and I still can’t contain them.” He breathes, and the ice ninja nods, giving his hand a small squeeze. 

“Then we’ll learn.” Zane tells him.

Cole looks up at him, and this time his gaze is a little brighter. 

[lumpofwhump]

Summer of Whump, Day 2: Left Behind

Content: Monster whumpee, captive whumpee, abandonment issues, death wish, emotional whump, beating, starvation

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Monster Whumpee had always been a disappointment to their Handler. They'd been smaller and less impressive than the rest of the team's monstrous companions from the beginning. Handler, feeling slighted at having been stuck with a companion so beneath their station, hadn't bothered to help Whumpee develop their own skills. Instead, Handler endlessly berated and even beat Whumpee for failing to keep up, literally or metaphorically, and for making them look bad.

The idea of Handler giving up on them was terrifying - both because of the nature of the bond between a monster and their chosen human, and because Handler made it very clear that no one else would want such a useless companion.

So when Whumper captured Whumpee and the rest of the team's monsters, they found the separation as painful as the other, much more cherished companions did. Maybe even more. Nothing that Whumper or their associates could inflict on Whumpee - starvation rations, cramped conditions, brutal collective punishments for the monsters' escape attempts - compared with the crushing anxiety over what had happened to Handler, and whether they would ever find Whumpee. After the first few days of frantically throwing themself against the wall of the cell, they spent most of their time face down on the floor in an agony that started to become as physical as it was emotional.

The team eventually came for their companions, though. Whumpee looked up at the sound of creaking doors, concerned human voices, and overjoyed roars and shrieks from adjoining cells.

And then Handler opened the door.

Whumpee sprang forward with their own raspy screech of relief. Or tried to. Instead, they tripped on weakened legs, skidding against the rough ground up to Handler's feet.

Handler prodded their frail body with a sturdy riding boot, and Whumpee let out an involuntary gasp of pain. "Pfft. Even more useless than before," they said with contempt, more to themself than to Whumpee.

Whumpee looked up at them, surprised and then crestfallen.

Handler rolled their eyes and turned to go. They didn't so much as look back as they slammed the door to the cell directly in Whumpee's face.

Whumpee let out a panicked scream and launched themself at the door with everything left in them. They smashed their head repeatedly against it, crying out for Handler to come back and please, please just take Whumpee home, or maybe just come back and spend one more minute with them, they'd waited for so long…!

"It's too damaged," they heard Handler say to their teammates through the door.

"You could at least put the thing out of its misery," one of them responded.

"Nah. It'd be a waste of a bullet."

At that, Whumpee collapsed in a heap on the floor with a last, long scream of despair. They stayed like that for a long time.

Over the hours, and then days, they sporadically called out, hoping for anyone to respond. First Handler, then any of the rest of the team, then even for Whumper. Nothing but echoes. In their loneliness, they wished creatures like them could starve as easily as humans did.

One day, though, an echo screamed back.

Whumpee let out a softer, questioning cry, wondering to themself if they'd just imagined it. They coughed with the effort of calling out again so soon.

"H-hello…?" a shaky voice called out. A human voice. Not Handler's, but it was something. Someone.

A hooded figure with bright, curious eyes looked through the window into the cell, and their eyes widened, but then they disappeared from view. Whumpee's heart sank.

Then the door rattled, and slammed open. The newcomer stood in the entrance, their face slowly widening into a grin as they pulled down their hood. The same one that had been on Handler's face, ever so briefly, the day they'd first met Whumpee.

But this human's smile only grew. "You're a… haha, this is AMAZING! Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful there, you don't need to get up. Sheesh, how long have you been stuck here on your own?!"

Everything in Whumpee wanted to throw themself at their… no, they didn't dare think of this person as a rescuer yet. In resisting the urge, though, they remained stock-still, large eyes blinking at the human as they tried to figure out the best way to convince them to stay. At least for a while.

And then the human sat down right in front of Whumpee, tiny nose only inches away from Whumpee's much larger snout. "I'm Caretaker, by the way. It's okay if you don't have a name yet. We'll think of one!"

We'll…?

Whumpee let out a fragile sound of hope, staring at down at Caretaker with luminous eyes nearly the size of the human's head. Caretaker responded by reaching a hand toward Whumpee, who readily rubbed their head into Caretaker's soft palm.

"If that's alright with you, I mean," Caretaker added, running their fingers gently over Whumpee's forehead. "I'd say I'm taking you home, except I don't really have one anymore. But I guess if you're up to it, we can find one together."

Whumpee let out a happy trill of agreement, and wrapped themself tightly, protectively around the laughing Caretaker. They already felt more at home than they ever had with Handler.

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@summer-of-whump

[callaeidae3]

June 8th, Bedside vigil - a few hours after Yuuki's rescue from the shed.

@summer-of-whump

[rizzoto-whump]

Summer of Whump day 4: Hostage

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Tied to a Pole

@badthingshappenbingo​ , @summer-of-whump​

TW: Bruises, Torture

"No one has contacted you?"

He laughed, then kicked the man's back in front of him until the screaming sound slowly came back. The red and blue on the skin. He was just annoyed, and he needed something to release his frustration.

"You know, I spent a lot of time and energy to catch this piece of shit, and none of his family responded to me. Damn! He’s really useless."

He now kicked the head, and this time, there was no scream anymore.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Return To Base - a Top Gun Maverick fanfic

Written for @summer-of-whump, day/prompt 25: "Don't leave me." Summary: 'It took Maverick a full minute to notice Rooster had not moved at all. One might assume he needed a moment, but the look on the young man's face told Maverick something was seriously wrong...' Contains spoilers for Top Gun Maverick. Larger summary inside the story due to possible spoilers. Characters: Pete Mitchell, Bradley Bradshaw Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Warnings: contains descriptions of blood, gunshot wound and anxiety. Mentions medical procedures / surgery. THE SECOND AND FINAL CHAPTER IS NOW UP! Read on FF.net: click here Read on AO3: click here ------------------------------ You can still request from my prompts list or from my BTHB bingo card. A full list with the fandoms / characters I write for can be found here. You can make a request through the Ask/Request button.

[animalmothereff]

Day 15: Whumpmas in July - Numb

@whumpmasinjuly

He dropped down heavily on the side of the road. Too tired for anything, he is waiting for it all to catch up too him. Ready for any reaction locked inside of him to spill over and finally release. Inwardly he begged to finally feel some relief from the pressure inside.

But there was nothing....all he felt was numb. He should feel something right? Any reasonable person would. He just felt so tired, but he would not sleep. He spent a long night alone in the dark.

Only one scene would repeat in his head on loop until morning. He desperately wanted to think of something else. Anything else. Or cry, get angry, feel sorry, feel something. Just numb...in the dark. Alone. No one could reach him.

[whumpasaurus101]

Summer Of Whump - June 2nd- Left Behind

~Prompt List Here~

@summer-of-whump

Cw: Sidekick referred to as kid but is about 17/18 / Whumpee abandoned to Whumper /

Sidekick yelped as another punch was sent to their jaw. They stumbled back, hand clutching the now forming bruise. “Give it up, kid, this isn’t the place for you.” 

Sidekick forced themself to stand up straight, ignoring the aching in their ribs. They reached up, wiping the slow-falling blood from their nose and clenched their fists, “N-no… I’m not letting Villain down,” They growled.

Hero only scoffed and crossed their arms, “Oh my, I think it's a bit to late for that.” A grin played on their lips, watching the confusion in Sidekick’s eyes. They simply pointed to the direction behind sidekick.

Sidekick’s heart dropped as they looked behind them. Villain was walking away. Not only were they walking away, they were walking away with someone. “N-no…” Hero just chuckled, coming up behind Sidekick, whispering in their ear, “Look’s like someone has left me a present behind!”

Sidekick spun around, their breathing uneasy as they shook their head, panic setting in, “NO! No, H-Hero, let me go.” Hero smirked, “Oh but Sidekick, where would you go to?” They took a step forward, stalking closer to Sidekick who only took a step back. “V-Villain..they- it- this must be a mistake!”

Hero barked out a laugh, making Sidekick flinch, “You see…that’s where you're wrong. Villain and I had an… arrangement… let's call it.” Sidekick gulped, their eyebrows furrowing, “A-arangement?” 

Hero smiled, kicking the back of Sidekick’s knees making them yelp and crumple to their knees, “I’m glad you asked! You see, if they won our little battle, they get my sidekick and I get you, and if I won, I get Villain’s layer.” It took Sidekick a moment to realize, but their eyes went wide, “No-” Hero smirked, “Yes, Sidekick, yes. They were desperate to get rid of you.” Hero grabbed a handful of Sidekick’s hair and yanked them up, bending down slightly so they were face to face. They dropped their voice, soaking in Sidekick’s shaking form, “I don't blame them either… you truly are pathetic.” Sidekick flinched, “D-don't call me th-that…”

Hero tilted their head, “Oh? Little one, I don't think you're in the right position to tell me what to do.” Sidekick whimpered, blinking fast, “Wh-what do you want from me?” Hero smirked, bending down and growling in Sidekick’s ear, “I want to hear your screams.”

[inkscribes]

Prompt 20: Fever

Let it be know that Yuri makes the worst patient. He's Russian, a skater, and being sick is just.... Unacceptable. He will slink onto the ice in the early hours of the morning to avoid Lilia's hard stare, despite the fact that the world swirls around him, despite Yakov's rolling of the eyes. Even Victor's narrowed gaze doesn't stop him as he lands a triple axel - not his best, but not bad by any means.

But when Yuri attempts a cannonball spin, the whole world rather alarmingly tilts --- and suddenly, Otabek is there. Catching him, pulling him into his arms. Everyone else would simply pick him up because he's small but not Otabek. Otabek wraps his arm around Yuri's waist, and nudges him off the ice, murmuring about fevers and -- oh, that makes sense. 

Later that day, when Otabek slips into bed next to him, still dressed, thank-you, Yuri has to conclude that having a fever perhaps isn't the most terrible thing in the world, not if he has Otabek to cuddle up to at night.

[overflowing-with-words]

unspoken

[Lloyd, and his views on the disadvantages that comes with being the Green Ninja.]

A/N: Shoutout to @secretlyharumi for helping inspire this fic!! On that note I HAVE CAUGHT UP FOR SUMMER OF WHUMP EVERYONE SAY YAY

@summer-of-whump

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The green gi comes with some unspoken burdens, and Lloyd learns this early on. 

He can’t be weak, or tired, or a little done with life, because he’s the protector of Ninjago and people need the ninja, not a scared little boy who still wants to hug his dad instead of fight him. 

He can’t give up, because he’s the Green Ninja and everyone’s relying on him, him and his elemental powers that seem to suck on his energy every second of the day. 

He can’t have anything other than a perfect facade of the city’s hero when he’s out, because otherwise the cruel brand of imperfect and useless spreads through the city in whispers and news articles, no matter how much Kai storms the television anchors, anything wrong from Lloyd will be amplified by a hundred and told to everyone. 

Being a hero is every child’s dream. Being able to pull up jade fire at their fingertips, to wear a shining uniform, to have their name spoken through every home, has always sounded like an unreachable prize in a kid’s fantasy. 

Lloyd had never wanted it. Sure, there’d been a few times as a kid, when elation sparked through him at the sight of his power, bright green flaming at very his core. But more days past, and with it more missions, and with that too many times where he has to risk his own family and friends for the sake of something bigger. 

Lives sit on every decision he makes, and Lloyd hates it, hates being the one everyone looks up to for life changing choices. 

He would never say it, but burning the gi feels a little better, watching the jade cloth turn to ashes in bright embers. His powers are gone, and so is his uniform, and the disappearance of his brothers takes over his mind. 

But he finds it again and again, for another mission, another fight, another time people need the Green Ninja and not Lloyd, and it feels like the cloud of worries that seems to hover with it falls right back onto him like a ton of bricks when the uniform slips back onto his shoulders. 

There are times in between the seemingly never ending battles, when they rest and laugh and forget about their troubles for a little while. Times when Kai isn’t constantly burning from a raging fire, when Zane lets go of the logical part of his mind for a little while, when Lloyd doesn’t stare at the gi hanging in his closet and wonder when he can stop fighting. 

But these days never last long, because villain after villain rises out of nowhere, old regrets and prophecies and betrayals taking control of their lives again. 

Lloyd learns that the title of the Green Ninja brings unspeakable rules and limits with the powers and gifts. 

He thinks it just might not be worth the drowning pain that hangs over it, though. 

Nothing would ever be.

[alexversenaberrie]

[lasenbyphoenix]

Vermilion Bird

Boya - Yin Yang Master Dream of Eternity

Summer of whump alternate 7 - Bleeding Out

[callaeidae3]

Day 20, Fever

@summer-of-whump

A fever I thought you might not make it through...

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

They had made a game out of it. They’d let you go, unlock your door and highlight a path that led directly outside, and you’d run. It didn’t matter how many times it had happened before, you always ran. You had to keep the faint hope that maybe this time you’d get away. You were getting better, faster, stronger.

But then again, so was Brock.

No matter what — it was always Brock who’d find you, who’d hunt you down and catch you. Time after time after time. You might be learning to run and hide but he was learning how to hunt and capture — and kill. It wasn’t you yet but you knew it would be eventually.

Maybe even this time.

It had been away since you’d seen the outside of the facility and it even looked like they’d moved you during your time of unconsciousness. The stars looked wrong and the path they’d given you to take was completely new and confusing. Still, you ran. You pulled out every trick you’d ever learned, every scrap of knowledge to be had — you used it. Something that could be considered hope was rising within you. There was light in front of you — and it was the harsh buzz of an electric light, not just the moon and stars shining above you.

He was silent and swift and strong when he tackled you right on the edge of the clearing. Your hands were inches from the mowed grass of the well kept yard that represented your freedom but Brock was a solid weight on top of you, one of his hands collaring your throat and one silencing your breath, heavy and sure across your mouth.

“Almost got away, huh? Did you really think I’d ever let you go? Sweetheart, it’s like you’ve not learned a thing this last few years,” Brock’s voice was deep and you felt it rumble more than you heard it. As he was talking, he was slowly bringing you both to your knees, still tight against your back, looming over you even on the ground. You tried to fight him off — scratching at both of his hands, trying to kick your legs free, screaming through the rough palm locked across the lower half of your face — but he had you completely pinned against him and wasn’t shy about squeezing the hand located on your neck. When he felt your struggles finally settled, Brock leaned down to whisper against the side of your head, a secret for just the two of you.

“I’m alway going to find you. I’m always going to catch you. And I’m always going to keep you.”

@summer-of-whump @nekoannie-chan