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fallenwhumpee · 3 days

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Traitor

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Warnings: Panic attack(?), hospital settings.

Leader couldn't breathe. They couldn't breathe as Doctor went on and on about how they used Leader's trust, Leader's... Leader's emotions. Which would have been hidden if it wasn't for their desperate need for something to lean on.

They wanted to cry. Cry and shout and maybe beat up something, just... just anything to get rid of this feeling of dirt over their skin, under their nails and in the air they tried to draw in.

It was wrong. Leader never wanted to just get the emotions out of their chest like that. They always had been able to shut those down, and not being able to do that now felt like another slap to their face.

But the feverish feeling sticking to them ever since their stubborn attempt to train was now suffocating them. So they ran away. They didn't wish to be seen like this, and they couldn't stand being in the same room with the reason for their suffering.

Stumbling through the hallways, Leader's heart hammered in their chest, each beat echoing painfully in their ears. Their breath came in short, ragged gasps, catching in their throat as if the air itself was too thick to inhale, coughs wrecking the posture they tried to hold. The walls seemed to close in around them, the lights overhead too bright, blurring and merging into each other.

Leader's hands shook violently, trying to grasp the freezing metal wall as they leaned heavily against it, trying to find some stability. Their vision blurred further, dark edges creeping into their sight. They had to stop, had to breathe, but each breath was a battle against the tightness in their chest, against the feeling of betrayal that choked them more than the literal lack of air because of the coughing fit they were stuck in.

They slid down against the wall, pulling their knees to their chest, trying to get themselves together and stop their feelings, but of course, they failed that too.

The cool surface of the floor did little to ease the heat radiating off their body, the fever burning through their skin and thoughts.

How many missions failed because of their interactions with Doctor? Because of their asks for help in analysing strategies? How many times did they fail just because of Doctor? How many times did Doctor just send their team into a trap?

The thoughts flipped their stomach. Squeezing their eyes shut, they wished it only to stop. They couldn't handle everything spiralling out of their control.

They chuckled, the sound mixed with their coughs. There who they really were, a crumbling imitation of a leader no one listened, weak and betrayed not only by someone they trusted, but by their own body and mind too.

Between coughs, their desperate gasps for air turned into choked sobs, each one tearing at their raw throat. They clutched at their chest, the pain radiating through their body like a wildfire. The air felt heavy, like shards of glass cutting into their chest with every breath. Panic consumed them, dragging them deeper into the abyss of their own despair.

And then, mercifully, everything faded to black. They didn't know how long passed before they could breathe again, but when they did, they were feeling terrible. Crying themselves to sleep didn't make them feel better. This was the first and the last time they were doing it.

They took some time before opening their eyes. Their head throbbed distantly, their forehead cool. They didn't remember raising their head from their knees, so the absence of their head over their joints was unsettling. The back of their head was not against the coldness of the wall, too.

Before they could grasp what was going on, they coughed violently, their chest aching with the motion. The ache wasn't sharp. None of their pain was like before. All dull, as if...

Leader opened their eyes into a hospital room, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room blinding them for a moment. Blinking away the haze of confusion, they tried to piece together what had happened.

"What were you thinking?" Mentor's voice was laced with frustration as they stormed over to Leader's bedside.

Leader flinched, their movements restricted. They looked down and saw the soft restrains, a mask hanging loose on their neck and a few IVs.

"I wasn't thinking," Leader breathed out, their voice hoarse. They coughed again, their strength failing them again. They saw no point in lying. They were at the bottom of the sea of shame already.

Mentor stood and put on the oxygen mask over their face. "You scared me."

Leader couldn't help but frown. Mentor and scared in the same sentence was like a hallucination. Maybe they passed out on the floor and were now dreaming...

Mentor's concerned expression cut through Leader's foggy mind. They couldn't remember a time they had seen Mentor look so genuinely worried.

"But not only me. What have you done to your second in command to make him so worried for you and scared of you at the same time?"

"They tried to sneak up on me in the dark. Your training happened to be too well even if I'm not at my best." Leader croaked, forming a sentence taking embarrassingly long with how often they stop to gather their breaths.

"Somehow they seem genuinely concerned about you. But knowing your... messed up dynamics, it shouldn't supposed to be this way. Do you have any idea about why they are acting like that?

Leader shook their head.

"What about we begin from the start? Why were they so prejudiced to you in the beginning anyway?"

"Look where me opening up led us." Leader forced out. It was not a good idea to show and share what they felt. It was against their training in the first place, and it didn't end with anything else than pain and misery.

"But..."

"You were right, Mentor. On the first day of my training. Emotions were only problems that I needed to get rid of."

Mentor sighed, shifting in their place uncomfortably. "I know it's hard, but shutting yourself off from others won't make the pain go away. It'll only isolate you further."

Leader's shoulders tensed at Mentor's words, a mixture of frustration bleeding into their posture and tune. "It won't change anything then," they murmured, their voice barely audible beneath the hum of machinery.

"My training failed to erase your emotions, I'm glad it failed. And I won't let you do it to yourself." Mentor sighed. They continued after a moment of silence. Leader didn't look at them. "You know what? You should get some rest and clear your head."

Mentor turned to leave the room, pausing at the doorway to glance back at Leader one last time. "I will come back tomorrow," they murmured tiredly before stepping out into the corridor, leaving Leader to their thoughts.

Alone in the dimly lit hospital room, Leader let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of their own emotions pressing down on them. They didn't need these burdens disguised as emotions on top of everything.

With a heavy sigh, they allowed themselves to sink into the hospital bed, the softness of the mattress a foreign but welcome relief.

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Thank you @porschethemermaid for proofreading <3

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whump-kia · 7 months

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i see your crawling tropes and i raise you: leader whumpees crawling.

the strongest one, the untouchable one, stumbling to the ground. one hand outstretched, reaching for a weapon to defend themselves; the object they're protecting; a phone to warn their team to be alert, that they're being taken, they can't protect anyone, nobody is safe anymore. the unbreakable leader, ruined to the point where they can't lift their battered body from the ground.

#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #crawling whump #leader whumpee #leader whumpees

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bleedingintogold · 1 year

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A leader who is cold and aloof.

He doesn't join the team when they attempt to bond, sticking to only training them and giving orders. He won't even eat with them at the same table, let alone initiate conversation outside what is necessary. The team don't push, out of respect and borderline fear for him. They believe that he’d sacrfice any of them without a second thought if he had to. They trust him to lead them, but they don’t trust that he’d keep them safe.

The leader is scary. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't even look angry when he's reprimanding any of them. His voice is a monotone to a point where they wouldn't be surprised if he was actually a humanoid android. Until one day, the youngest screws up badly, almost costing the entire team their lives. Fortunately, the leader manages to save them, getting them all back to safety.

When he is sure that they are secure, he explodes at the youngest. His fingers bunch into fists, drawing blood from his own palms as his fingernails scrape at the skin. They wonder if he was about to punch the youngest across the face. The Leader's words are harsh but true, making his junior look at the ground shamefully. One of the other teammates decides that everyone has had enough for today, physically pulling Leader away.

The teammate feels something wet drop onto his hand. That's when they realize none of them had actually been looking at Leader's face. His face didn't read anger, as much as it read fear. His eyes were wet with tears that had yet to fall.

Leader realizes that he's crying, quickly pulling away from his team to retreat to his room after telling the second in command to make sure everyone is patched up.

In his room, he can't help but glance at the frame on his bedside. A younger version of himself stands in the centre of a group of five, all of them with their arms around each other, proud of the new stripe the youngest wears on his shoulder. The same youngest that got them all killed.

The youngest member who was now a leader himself, so close to losing his team again.

Leader hadn't been angry at the youngest, who had tried their best. He had looked down at them, and seen himself. Naive, immature and guilty of killing the people who had loved him.

He cares about his team. Of course he does. But he doesn’t think he’d be strong enough if he were to lose people he loved again.

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leafywritingwhump · 1 month

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"You like to think of yourself as a hero. A saviour."

"Not in as many words, but yeah! Maybe I do think I'm doing some good in this godforsaken world!" Leader bit out, struggling against their bonds.

Whumper scoffed. "Of course. But you know what I think? You're just a silly little shepherd, sending their lambs to the slaughter."

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redd956 · 1 year

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Whumpee's eyes fluttered open, still slimy from sleep, stinging from last night's crying. For a moment they debated getting up. Just the natural stretch of their body trying to wake convinced them otherwise. Pain shot out from their side. They recoiled instantly, curling back into a ball.

It wasn't optimal, their team needed them, but a few extra hours of sleep wouldn't hurt. The pain would surely dull by then. Whumpee was so tired they failed to register the runny nose, or ear splitting headache starting to form. They focused on the radiating pain of their side. Idly they picked at the stuffy bandage, while slipping back to sleep.

Caretaker would know though, when they entered their leaders room late that afternoon to find them sweat drenched and delirious in bed.

"Leader?", They asked, more fear than they wanted lacing their tone.

"Just five more minutes.", Whumpee murmured.

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #leader #leader whumpee #whump leader #leader whump #sick whump #sickfic prompts #whump prompts #whump stuff #fever whump #infection whump #totally not me trying to make a whump scenario out of my own similar pain this morning #i swear it :)

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chaotic-orphan · 10 months

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Defiant Leader x Confident Villain

Is it self indulgent? Yes.

Do I post team Whump anyways? Yes.

*ignoring all my other WIPs* I hope you enjoy

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Leader grinned as they fell with villain, hands twisted into villain’s black shirt. Villain let out a soft breath as their back hit the ground. They moved to buck Leader off but Leader was faster. Leader was always faster. Leader settled their weight against Villain’s stomach keeping them pinned.

“Always so smug,” Villain said with an effort, moving their neck slightly to get more comfortable.

“What can I say?” Leader asked, flashing their signature smirk. “You always made it easy to best you.”

A flash of metal and Leader’s hand shot out, not breaking eye contact with Villain, as they held Villain’s wrist and squeezed.

“Nice try,” said Leader as they slammed Villain’s hand to the ground. They slammed it again, and again, until Villain let the knife go. Villain’s other hand shot up and Leader caught it, pinning Villain’s hands to the ground above their head.

Villain’s lips pursed before they got that glint in their eye that always made Leader nervous. “You know, I think you just like being on top,” Villain said and smiled at the warning squeeze Leader gave Villain’s wrists. “I’m right, am I?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Villain.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Leader. I think you look good like this,” Villain raised their head off the ground, the blood on the side of their eye dripping from their previous scuffle. Leader wanted nothing more than to lean backwards away from them, but they stayed as still as they could.

“I just think you’d look perfect on your knees in front of me.”

Leader actually laughed despite themselves. “In your dreams.”

“Everynight,” said Villain without hesitation. “But I don’t know. Somethings telling me you’ll do it before the day’s out.”

Leader’s lip curled back into a snarl, “I’ll never kneel to the likes of—“

“Leader!”

Medic.

“Leader!”

“Over here!” Leader said without looking away from Villain. They were a slippery sort, and Leader could never trust them when they turned their back.

Villain smiled, getting comfy on the ground again. “I think you should turn around.”

“I think you should shut up.”

Villain just smiled, that awful glint in their eye. Leader turned their head to look over their shoulder and their grip on Villain slacked. All of their teammates were behind them, but that’s not what shocked them to their core. It was that they were all currently disarmed and had knives to their throats from what must have been Villain’s henchmen.

But villain never had henchmen. They were always a solo act.

“You had your friends,” Villain said beneath them, and Leader tightened their grip on Villain’s wrists. They turned back to face Villain, eyes shining with hatred. “I was feeling left out of the bonding experience. So I got some friends of my own.”

“Let them go,” Leader said, voice coarse and brokering no leniency. Villain just smiled up at them.

“I don’t think I will.”

Leader cursed, raising their fist in threat. Villain just cocked their head, a mimicry of Leader’s confident smirk mirrored on Villain’s lips. A hand caught Leader’s, another grabbing their arm still pining Villain to the ground, and was yanked back off of them.

For a single terrifying moment, Leader was suspended in the air from shock before their training kicked in. Leader threw their head back and found nothing but air. Eyes still on Villain as they slowly got to their feet, Villain’s eyes gleaming with a sick sort of glee.

Leader struggled furiously in the henchmen’s grip, but it was relentless. Every elbow Leader slammed backwards was met with resistance, subduing them until they quieted, feet on the ground taking in slow breaths as Villain stood. Villain stopped to pick up their knife, a pretty thing now that Leader could see it. Functional, deadly, and decorative — the exact things that Villain was made up of.

That Villain prided themselves on.

Villain stepped up to Leader, smile as deadly as the blade. “Can’t beat me on your own? You need your goons to do it for you?”

“I respect your skills too much to underestimate you,” said Villain honestly. Then their hand sliced up in a swift brutal arc and Leader suppressed a hiss as the warm blood started flowing down their face. “Now we match.”

There were shouts of protest from Leader’s team behind them. “I’m going to offer you a deal, dear Leader. In exchange for your precious little friends.”

“Go fuck yourself, Villain!” called Rogue from behind Leader, followed by a scuffle and a yell and a body hitting the ground.

Leader struggled harder against the bruising grip holding them back as Villain disappeared from sight. “Villain!” Leader called, the panic seeping into their voice. “Don’t touch them!”

Leader hooked their left leg in behind one of the henchmen’s and yanked it forward, tripping them. The henchmen was falling, grip loosened in surprise which Leader took to their advantage not wasting a second as they turned on the other one, punching them in the throat.

Leader hooked an arm around the henchmen’s neck and turned to face their group, their face going pale as they saw Villain standing in front of Rogue who was kneeling on the ground in front of them. Villain had Rogue’s dark hair in their grip and their pretty knife to Rogue’s throat, a smile on their face as they watched realisation dawn on Leader’s.

“Let him go,” Villain said and Leader obeyed. As soon as they did Villain’s henchmen turned and punched Leader before grabbing their arm again with both hands. The one on the floor stood and glared furiously at Leader, but just before he reached him Villain said: “hold on. Leave them free. Leader’s going to be a good little hero now for me, aren’t you?”

Leader swallowed thickly, eyes going to Medic and Sniper and their Second who shook their head slightly.

Telling them to fight.

To disobey.

To not give into Villain.

But they didn’t know Villain. The real Villain. Not like Leader knew them. So Leader relented, their shoulders sagging in defeat and Villain could have singed at the hopelessness on Leader’s face.

“Let them go,” Leader said, voice thick with emotion.

Villain’s smile grew into a toothy grin, “oh I intend to, Leader. Right after you get on your knees and surrender yourself to me, that’s the deal.”

“Leader don’t d—“ Rogue cried, but was cut off by the hilt of Villain’s knife slamming against their temple.

“How stupid are you, Rogue? I honestly expected you to gain some brain cells since the academy days.”

“You’re not taking Leader,” said Medic coldly. Villain pursed their lips at that. Leader had to suppress a laugh, of everyone in their group, Villain only hated one and that was Medic, because Medic always saw right through Villain’s smiles and lies.

Before the rest of them had realised what Villain was.

Villain glanced back at Leader and shrugged, going to slit Rogue’s throat and Leader lunged forward but was caught by the arms again. It wasn’t only Leader who jumped. There was a cacophony of struggle as Villain drew blood from Rogue’s neck. A small knick. Just enough to show who has the power on their side.

Their biggest strength was each other. Villain just realised it was their biggest weakness too.

Leader should have come alone. Like Villain asked, but deep down they knew that their team would never let them.

“All paying attention now? Yes?” Villain asked, humour drained from their voice. Villain was all business now. Threats bleeding into promises as the cat showed it’s claws. “Another interruption from the peanut gallery and I slit little Rogue’s throat.”

Rogue went to speak, and Villain lifted the blade under their chin and closed their mouth. “That includes you too, Roguey.”

“Okay we get it,” said Leader and Villain looked at them again with a shark like smile. The henchmen holding Leader let go and Leader stepped forward again.

“If you want the rest of them to get out of here alive,” said Villain, voice soft. “Then get on your knees.”

Leader just looked at Villain. They didn’t break their gaze, because they knew if they looked at one of their teammates they’d lose the nerve of what they needed to do.

Slowly, Leader sank to their knees. They hit the rough ground, humiliation burning their lungs, their chest, in their gut, but to their knees they went.

For their team.

A flash of silver and a pair of handcuffs landed heavy on the ground in front of leader and Second in command jerked forward before being wrestled into a forced calm.

“Put them on.”

A command like a dog. Like they knew Leader couldn’t refuse because they couldn’t. Not when Villain held Rogue like that. So tentatively Leader reached out and slapped a cuff loosely onto their wrist and was going to slap the other on but was interrupted by Villain again: “ah-ah. Behind your back, there’s a good little hero.”

Leader huffed a breath out their nose, their heart thumping beneath their chest, but they couldn’t not obey.

So Leader put their hands behind their back and slapped on the second cuff. Their eyes closed at the sound, like a judge’s gavel falling heavy on its podium.

Villain smirked, tossing Rogue aside and into the arms of one of Villain’s waiting henchmen, and advanced on Leader. Leader kept their eyes shut not wanting to look at Villain’s eyes. Not wanting to look at anyone.

Then a hand was on their chin, tilting their head up to look at Villain who stood above them. A knot tied in their throat that they tried to swallow down but couldn’t.

“Open your eyes, Leader.”

And Leader obeyed.

Trying to force every ounce of hatred into their glare. The grip tightened on their chin as Villain’s gaze turned hungry.

“Didn’t I tell you you’d look perfect on your knees,” said Villain, quiet enough so only leader could hear.

“Go fuck yourself Villain,” was the reply but there was no real bite in it.

Villain laughed. “We’ll have to work on your foul mouth, but we’ll have plenty of time for that.”

Villain’s eyes flicked up to the henchmen behind leader. “Get him up.”

Leader was yanked to their feet by the arms, a hand covering the loose cuffs on their wrist and tightening them until they bit into Leader’s skin. Leader pulled at the chain but there was barely any give on it before the chain snapped taut.

Leader looked past Villain’s shoulder to see their teammates unconscious on the ground and they lunged at Villain before being caught by the wrists and held in place.

“You said you’d let them go!” Leader barked, panic lacing their voice.

“Relax, Leader. They’re just passed out. A little failsafe so your friends don’t try and follow you. I intend to keep you out of my way for a long time, Leader,” Villain said, putting a hand on Leader’s cheek. Leader recoiled, chest heaving up and down as they were dragged away from their unconscious and vulnerable teammates.

They had failed. They had failed them all. Leader was supposed to be strong enough to protect them!

Leader continued struggling the whole way, until a henchmen handed Villain one last syringe. Leader struggled more, but the henchmen holding them kept them still and arched their neck so Villain could plunge the needle into the side of their throat.

Leader hissed, but Villain hushed them as they thumbed the liquid into Leader’s bloodstream. The effect was instant. The world swaying. Colours bleeding into blurs as they stumbled forward a step.

“Nighty, night Leader. Save your strength. You’re gonna need it for the foreseeable future.”

The weight of the day crashed down on Leader and they let themselves be whisked away by whatever drug was knocking them out. Shutting down their body.

Leader’s eyes fluttered shut. The last thing they saw was Villain grinning down at them.

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cpt-winters · 5 months

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Team Leaders Can't Ask For Help

A tremor ran through Leader's hand. Shuddering, he readjusting his grip on the tweezers, the metal cool against his clammy hands as he worked. The crimson liquid contrasted against his pale skin as the blood ran down the upper portion of his leg and pooled around the torn flesh, his black trouser leg frayed around it.

A shaky groan escaped him as he pulled the last piece of shrapnel clear of the wound, ripping an overlapping strip of flesh as he plucked the debris away. The tweezers fell to the tray with a soft clink as he reached for the needle.

"Leader?.."

He bit back a sigh, recognizing his teammate's voice as his hand smacked against the tray harder than intended, fumbling to retrieve the needle and spool of thread.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Leader's brows pulled together, his utmost focus on the minute loop in the needle as he willed his trembling fingers to push the thread through.

A warm hand pressed against his own, carefully lifting the from his weakened grasp.

"I can do it myself."

"Yeah?" Teammate raised a brow, their eyes briefly meeting. "Well you don't have to."

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shywhumpauthor · 10 months

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Two Weeks of Whump—Day Two

Bio-Weapon // Isolation Chamber // Needles

TWOW Masterlist

Cw: injuries, self-wound care, self-neglect (in some sorts), potentially uncomfortable descriptions of improper/impromptu wound care, possible slight gore

By the time Leader adjourned the meeting, their vision was already beginning to sway, speckled with dark spots that littered across their sight like stars against a night sky.

The mission had been a success, for the most part. A few minor mishaps, but no major issues across the team. Some had suffered some bumps and bruises, but thankfully the worst Medic had diagnosed among the small team was Teammate’s dislocated shoulder. An easy enough fix, a sling and some time off using it. The plan had worked, they had gotten the information they needed. Tomorrow they would start planning their next actions, how they would use the intel they had gathered to destroy Villain’s operation from the inside.

Tomorrow seemed so far away, and yet looming close, taunting Leader with the tugs of dawn rising across the compound, though it was still the early hours in the morning. The dead time, as Leader had come to know, when everyone was either asleep or quietly busy with their own work. Silence stretched through the compound, thick and muffling.

The toe of Leader’s boot scuffed against the floor, throwing off their balance mid-step. They threw a shaking hand out, catching the bare hallway wall to steady themself. An airy fog flooded across their mind, sending the room swaying around them as they stood, bracing against the wall as they waited for it to pass. When they pulled their hand away, a smudge of red remained on the tile. They fumbled to pull their sleeve over their palm, trying clumsily to wipe it away.

They kept walking, their pace growing slower by the second. Leader’s jaw clenched, teeth gritting together. Pain laced across their side, hot and sharp, each step tugging at the wound and sending another prickling stab through their abdomen. They forced themself to move faster, breaths heavy from their parted lips as they staggered down the hallway.

Their quarters weren’t that far from the conference room, thankfully. Their door was only a few steps around the next corner, which they brought themself around as fast as their legs would allow them to move.

Leader’s hand shook as they raised their fingers to the keypad, pushing the wrong buttons their first attempt at putting the code in. They reentered it, and the door slid open with a soft hiss, allowing them to slip inside. It shut behind them, locking with a mechanical clunk.

Leader let out a heavy breath, turning into a small gasp at the end as they peeled off their dark uniform jacket. The weighted fabric crumpled to the floor as they dropped it, unable to suppress their groan as Leader reached for the hem of their black undershirt.

Hidden behind their armored uniform, a dark stain spread against the black fabric. Leader winced, drawing in a sharp breath as they slowly pulled the shirt off.

Pain laced up their side as the movement tugged at the wound, pulling at the edges as the blood had begun to dry to the fabric. They let that fall to the floor as well, hand moving to press against the gash that split just below their last rib.

It wasn’t as bad as it looked. Normally they would go to Medic if they thought things were serious enough, but they rarely were. Leader was skilled enough in combat that they could avoid getting injured, but this one had caught them by surprise. A slash from behind while they had been distracting the pair of guards so Teammate could finish downloading the files onto the hard drive. Really, it wasn’t deep. Their jacket had protected them from the worst of the very sharp sword. It was only a scratch, albeit a very sensitive scratch, but nothing. A flesh wound. It was supposed to be Medic’s night off, especially with the stealth mission. They hadn’t been expecting the room to be guarded, which had changed their plans by necessity. It was late, and Leader was fine, they really didn’t need to keep Medic up with this. If it was still this bad in the morning, Leader decided, then they’d go get it checked out.

But hell, it hurt.

Leader stumbled over to their dresser, their back hitting against the wall next to it as they slid to the floor. Cold sweat was beading on their skin, hand shaking as they fumbled to tug open the bottom drawer. They pressed their other palm tight against the cut as they grabbed out their first aid kit from inside, setting it down with a soft clatter.

They knew first aid. Nothing like Medic knew, but enough to take care of themself so they didn’t have to bother Medic with the small injuries. The latch gave them trouble as they tried to open it one-handed, with a soft grunt they let go of the wound and used their other hand to hold the gear box down so they could open it. A bloody handprint was left against the lid as they flipped it open.

They had forgotten to restock it after their last use, a week or something ago when they had scraped up their knee pretty bad.

They were out of the antiseptic solution, so the small keychain-sized hand sanitizer would have to do. They only had a few pads left, but a few rolls of bandages so if need be, they could use those to clean the wound. They had scissors and thread, they had never remembered to slip a full suture kit from the infirmary, but they knew how to work with what they had. The needle left a worse scar than the surgical thread would have, but it was better than the first time, before they had worked up their stash at all, and had used a safety pin to hold the wound closed until they could sneak into Medic’s office.

They would admit, that time they should have gone to Medic. That was a wound worth actual treatment, but that had been way back in the beginning, after their second mission as leader of the team. They needed to look strong, so they made a choice.

Leader grabbed the hand sanitizer, flipping open the cap and emptying a small amount onto their hands. They winced as the alcohol burned some of the small scrapes, but it was better than an infection. Much better, from painful experience.

They blinked hard, willing the edges of their vision to clear. It was like someone smeared a brush across a watercolor canvas, the colors fading together to ruin the sharp lines. They grabbed one of the previous gauze pads, once they had decided their hands were clean enough to work, and spilled some hand sanitizer onto that as well, until it was fully soaked.

Leader took a deep breath, letting the air sit in their lungs as they bit the inside of their cheek as they prepared themself, both mentally and physically. Their hand shook awfully, but before they could second guess their plan, they pressed it to the wound.

They couldn’t stop the small cry, jaw clenching until they tasted blood. The sharp copper was a small distraction from the pain, easing their mind away from the burning pain enough so they could finish cleaning the gash, then wiping the excess blood from around the edges so they could see clearly.

For what might have been the thousandth time since they had put the kit together, Leader thanked their past self for threading the needle again after its last use. They had thought ahead, at least that far, and it became routine. The next day after use, or however soon their hands stopped shaking, they would reset and restock—if they could—the med kit. It had saved them many times, including now, when they were certain they wouldn’t have been able to fit that small thread through the small needle’s eye.

They rummaged through the kit, pulling out a small ace bandage roll. With a final glance up to ensure the door was closed and secure, they raised the roll to their mouth, biting down on the fabric. The walls were thick, but they weren’t taking any chances. The process wasn’t really a fun one, they admitted.

They took the needle in their dominant hand, allowing themself a few breaths to steady themself. They could do this. They would do this. Had to.

They brought the needle to the skin, pulling excess thread from the spool so they wouldn’t have to during the task, and began the first stitch.

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@promptsforyourwhumpfic

I’m going to reblog this tomorrow morning but I wanted to post it tonight.

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snaillamp · 7 months

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Sicktember - day 7

7. "You're a jerk when you're sick."

Leader sniffed, groaning as they pushed themself up. They eased out of bed, shuffling over to their small closet and changed into their running gear. Quietly, they crept outside and took off, going for their run in the morning cold.

As they ran, they coughed a little, their throat feeling a little raw. Slowing to a jog, they put a hand on their chest, rubbing it, before stopping all together. Hands on their knees, they leaned over, coughing and wheezing until they felt light-headed and they were about to throw up. Their stomach squeezed, as if it was trying to force bile out of itself. Straightening, Leader turned, staggering a little, before walking home.

They stumbled through the door, kicking off their shoes and leaving them by the doorway. Their head was pounding as they went to go shower. Despite not running far, they were sweating buckets. Peeling off their sweat stained clothes, they stepped into the shower, letting the steaming water wash over their skin.

Sighing after they felt their sinuses clear a little, Leader turned off the shower, drying off and walking into their room. They groaned in annoyance, the towel wrapped around them sagging as they slouched, looking at what they had to wear. Picking a loose shirt and sweatpants, they eased them on, before grabbing a jacket. They felt a little cold today and their joints felt stiff and achy, despite the hot shower.

Slinking out of their room, Leader made their way to the kitchen, where the team was beginning to congregate for breakfast. “Hey, morning Leader!” Youngest piped up, smiling brightly. Leader glanced at them, before continuing by them. Right-hand watched Youngest’s face fall slightly. Right-hand stood, coming over to stand by Youngest.

“Leader.” They said firmly. Leader glanced over their shoulder, looking at Right-hand and Youngest. “Youngest said good morning to you.” Right-hand put their hand on Youngest’s shoulder, showing who’s side they were on.

It was strange, Leader had a massive soft spot for Youngest, this was out of the ordinary, especially for them. Leader’s face grew dark, as they mumbled a reply. “Sorry… morning.”

Leader grabbed a glass of water, not being able to stomach the idea of eating food right now. Walking by Right-hand and Youngest again, they sipped their glass, avoiding eye contact with their two teammates. They were being strangely annoyed by their team for no reason today.

Wanting to just be alone, they stalked over to the breakfast table, sitting and sipping their water. Right-hand slid up beside them, leaning in and murmuring. “Hey. What’s with you? You’re not acting like yourself?”

Leader glared at Right-hand. “I’m fine.” Right-hand sighed, so Leader was gonna play this game, huh? “Come on, Leader. What’s up? Didn’t sleep well? Something bothering you?” Leader’s eyes flashed as they bared their teeth, hissing at Right-hand. “Yes, you. Now drop it, Right-hand.”

Right-hand drew back in shock as Leader sniffed, rubbing their face and pushing out of the chair. Leader walked to the sink, coughing as they tipped out their water and walked off. They cleared their throat, stopping for a moment to hold their forehead. It was starting to pound again. Leader swayed, grunting slightly, before shaking their head.

Right-hand appeared by their side, wrapping an arm around Leader’s shoulders. “Leader, you know you can come to me if you’re not doing okay, right?” They frowned, “Hey, you’re running kinda warm, are you feeling okay?” Leader sighed, looking at Right-hand, their eyes narrowing. Leader couldn’t understand why, but Right-hand’s arm around them made them angry.

“Just drop it, okay?! I’m fine, Right-hand, stop pushing!” Leader shrugged Right-hand’s arm off them, storming off down the hall, looking down as something tangled in their feet. The floor came rushing up to meet them as they tripped, their head hitting the ground with a loud crack. Right-hand rushed forward, helping Leader get up, but Leader grabbed the shoes, storming back to the team in the kitchen, who were all watching in shock.

“Who left these in the hall huh?!” They yelled, their voice cracking as they raised it. Their team stared at them with wide eyes, in stunned silence. “Nobody, huh? I expected so much better of all of you! Do we live in a fucking pig stye? Who’s are these?!” Their team jumped as Leader snapped at them, their chest heaved a they vibrated in anger, shaking their head in disgust.

“Uh… Leader…” Youngest mumbled, staring at the table, “Those are… your shoes…”

Leader frowned, doing a double take at the shoes. “What?” They breathed. Lowering the shoes, they shook their head, this time in confusion. “When did I…” Leader looked guilty, staring at their feet, “Sorry…” They mumbled, “As you were…”

Wandering to the bathroom, they looked at their reflection. A large bruise was forming on their head, exactly where they had smashed it against the floor. Washing their face with cool water, they breathed, trying to calm their racing heart. Feeling lightheaded, they leaned heavily against the sink, panting as they tried to stay conscious.

Right-hand stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them and walking up to Leader. They noticed Leader was quivering slightly. Putting a hand on Leader’s shoulder, they leaned in, whispering quietly. “Leader, what’s wrong?”

Leader took a deep breath, glaring at the sink. “Get off me.” They growled. “Leader. You’re warm, too warm.” Right-hand said, gently guiding Leader away from the sink and to the floor. “You’re sick. Get Medic to check you out, hmm?” Leaned groaned, pushing themself away. “I’m not sick, I’m just…. I don’t know why but everything is annoying me today and I’m just… not feeling great…”

Right-hand looked kind of stunned that Leader wasn’t putting two and two together. “Yeah, cause you’re sick. Leads, you look like death warmed up right now. You’re not okay, just take the day off and take it easy.” They put a hand on Leader’s forehead, feeling their temperature. “And you need to get that bump looked at. Leader, come on, let’s see Medic.”

Leader groaned again, more like an annoyed teen, and pulled their head away. “I’m fine, just fuck off and leave me alone! I don’t need to be babied Right-hand! I just need some space right now, before I fucking snap!” Leader’s voice cracked, before they coughed again, they felt like they were going to throw up. “I need some air.” They gasped, leaving the bathroom.

Right-hand stood alone, staring after their leader, frowning in concern.

Leader hit their chest, trying to clear it. They could hear Right-hand following them, their feet pounding in Leader’s ears. They whirled around to tell them to back off again, but there was no one there. Stepping back, they bumped into Medic, jumping in fright. “Jeez, Medic. Don’t creep up on me like that…”

Leader squeezed their eyes shut, shaking their head, their palm touching their forehead… but both their hands were by their side. “Wait… you didn’t hear me calling your name? I said it like, five times Leader.” Leader looked at Medic, who lowered their hand from Leader’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Come on, come back to bed.”

Leader tried to wriggle out of Medic’s arms, only for Right-hand to come up behind them and help Medic wrangle Leader into their room. Leader sighed, submitting to their two teammates dragging them to their room. They glanced over their shivering shoulders, watching Youngest follow behind them, they looked worried.

Medic sat Leader on the edge of their bed, leaving them there to go and get some things. When they came back, they checked Leader over, before sighing and laying them down. “Get some rest, you have a bad cold and what looks like a stomach bug.” Leader groaned, rolling over to face the other wall, not looking at anyone.

“Go away…” They moaned quietly, shivering. Their teammates raised their hands stepping out, all except for Youngest. Instead they drew closer, sitting beside Leader’s bed.

“I said leave me alone.” Leader growled, hearing the footsteps come closer. “Please…” Their voice faltered. “I- I just need to be alone right now.” Youngest sighed, leaning in a little more.

“Leader, I know you. You must be feeling really shitty right now, but we’re still here for you, you know. All we’re trying to do is help you.” Leader groaned in annoyance, pulling the blanket over themself more and curling up. “Can you just shut up and go away, please?! I want to be alone! How hard is that for any of you to fucking understand?!” Leader sounded like they were on the edge of bursting into tears, as they gulped, trying not to throw up.

Youngest stumbled back, in shock as Leader’s breaths began to shake. “You know…” Youngest started, their lip wobbling as their voice wavered. “You’re a jerk when you’re sick.” They turned and ran out the door, leaving Leader alone. Leader rolled over, turning to face the door, suddenly regretting what they had said. Youngest absence left them feeling hollow and small, the tears finally breaking as they burst into tears, their stomach tensing as they wretched through their sobs. ~~

They must have fallen asleep, because they were shaken awake by Medic, holding an ice pack. “For your head, it’ll make the swelling go down.” Leader’s shaking hand reached for the cold ice pack, Medic giving it to them, before they glanced around and shut the door. Leader sighed, the cold pack touching their sore skin as the small amount of light in the room was cut out.

“Hey, so, Youngest is really upset right now. You were really mean to them.” Leader’s eyes flicked to Medic’s and they groaned in pain. Somewhere deep down, Leader felt bad, but it felt like the sickness was smothering their emotions. “All I’m saying is, I think that you need to sit down with them and apologise. They were only trying to help, and you really rattled them.” Leader huffed, looking guilty.

“I know… I just, everything is making me mad and I don’t know why… I didn't mean to upset them.” Leader shut their eyes and groaned. “I’m such an idiot! Jeez! I can’t believe this, I’m so stupid I just- Aagh!” Leader hurled the ice pack across the room and resumed curling up in a ball. Medic sighed, walking over to the ice pack and bringing it back to Leader.

Leader begrudgingly accepted the ice pack back, holding it against their head for a while whilst Medic made more observations. “This is making it worse you know…” Leader mumbled. Medic looked up, frowning. “What is?” Leader flicked their eyes over to Medic, rolling them in annoyance. “The ice, it’s making my headache worse...” Medic nodded once, thinking. “Fine, give it back then.” The reached for it but Leader pulled away.

“Medic… Does Youngest hate me?” Tears were welling up in Leader’s eyes, as they whispered their question. Medic lowered their hands slowly, reaching out the grip Leader’s shoulder. “Look, I’m sure if you apologise to Youngest they will forgive you. You’re just being a dick cause you’re unwell.” Leader sighed in frustration.

“That isn’t an excuse. I shouldn’t have said any of that stuff, I just… I can’t… Medic… I'm g-gonna…” Leader’s voice stuttered as their eyes grew wide.

“Leader?” Medic looked worried, as Leader groaned, before rolling from the bed. Medic heard retching sounds in the bathroom, following their friend in and patting their back as they convulsed. They didn’t notice Youngest peering around the door.

~~ Later that night, Leader groaned, waking up again for the… fifth, sixth time that night? Rolling out of bed, Leader’s shaky legs collapsed under them, forcing them to the ground. They tried to stand, but their sweating, shaking legs couldn’t hold them up, until Medic’s strong, steady arms lifted them up, sweeping Leader into a bridal carry.

Letting their head fall back, Leader shut their eyes as they were carried to the bathroom, where they were laid down onto the cool tiles. They moaned quietly, turning their head and letting their cheek rest on the cold ground, before gagging, flying up to the toilet bowl and throwing up their guts.

The hand returned to their back, rubbing large, slow, comforting circles. “Medic… You should sleep… Don’t… don’t stay up for me…” Medic sighed, “Leader, Medic went to sleep hours ago. It’s me…” Leader turned, looking at Youngest, who smiled at them softly. “Youngest…” Leader deflated, hanging their head and sighing. “Jeez… Youngest… go to bed, don’t stay up for me… I don’t deserve it- mfph!”

Leader hurled again, until their stomach was empty and they were left dry heaving, hanging half in and half out of the bowl. “Nhgnn…” They gasped, pulling back, or Youngest pulled them back, they couldn't be sure, but they ended up lying against the tiles again. Youngest got a cloth, dabbing cool water against Leader’s bruised forehead, gently tucking a stray hair behind their ear.

“Leader, you’re someone I look up to so much.” Youngest began, lying beside their shaking leader and wrapping their arms around them. “You’re there for me when I need you the most, and now… Now I will be there for you.”

They pulled Leader close, resting their head on Leader’s chest. “Get off… I’ll make you sick too…” Leader groaned, jokingly trying to weakly push Youngest off them. Youngest giggled, sitting up. “Fine.” They grabbed the cloth and began to dab Leader’s forehead again. “Youngest, I’m sorry… for how I acted today… I shouldn’t have done that. You all deserve better… better than me.” Leader looked forlorn as they looked away from Youngest.

A tear fell down their cheek as they rolled over, curling up and holding their stomach. “Mmmmnn... Ugh, I think I’m gonna…” Leader tried to push themself up, and with Youngest’s help, they managed to get there just in time, but nothing came up. “I don’t know… how much longer I c-can keep this up, Youngest…” Leader whispered, their head bopping as they fought to stay awake.

Youngest heaved Leader up, pulling them onto their feet and slinging Leader's arm over their shoulders, and walking them back to bed. “You shouldn’t carry me. I can do it…” Youngest chuckled. “Leader, you can hardly stand, I am not letting you walk by yourself.”

Leader groaned, coughing as Youngest tucked them in. “Oh, and… for what it’s worth Leader. I understand. No one likes being sick. I forgive you.” Leader laughed dryly. “I’m not just sick… I’m completely smashed…” They sighed, lying back into to pillows.

“And thank you, Youngest. You shouldn’t forgive me… but I’m glad you did.” They grabbed Youngest’s hand giving it a squeeze. “Get some rest, I don't want you getting sick too...”

They nodded at Youngest, who nodded back. “Night, Leader. Get better soon.” Leader was passed out before Youngest got through the door, making Youngest smile. Leader needed some rest, it was good they were finally getting it.

~masterlist~

and I promised to tag you in the next leader fic! @porschethemermaid

And again, thank you to everyone who reads my work, it really makes my day seeing all the nice things everyone has to say :D <3 ~ snail

#whump #sick whumpee #sickfic #leader whump #leader whumpee #whump writing #whumpblr #sick whump #snaillamp #original post #sicktember 2023

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amethystpath-writes · 1 year

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Could you do something with team having to lock up stoic team member. They expect him to be fine and they don't want him going on a particularly dangerous mission and getting hurt further. They don't expect him to spiral into panick behind locked doors and are guilt-ridden when they return.

He's Gone

NOT A PR0MPT

The mission went flawlessly; Team anticipated every backfire at Villain's base: alarm systems, security cameras, standing guards, Villain. They avoided each almost perfectly, which was a surprise to them. As confident as they felt, it was their first mission without Leader. After seeing the state he was in, it was easy to say the team was terrified; it aided their thorough preparation, to say the least.

There was no ease in the thought of escaping, but the Team felt better once they were on their way to base. Leader was there, and he would be so proud of them for orchestrating this mission on their own, and for carrying it out. They had all they needed to defeat Villain. All the trauma Leader had gone through could be laid to rest.

Arriving to the base, everything seemed normal. Of course, Leader had been left in the medical room, but they were sure he had ventured out.

Walking into the kitchen, they noticed otherwise. There was a cake in the fridge they had left for Leader, when he was ready to leave his bed. It was a celebratory cake, for Leader's return.

"Do you think he's still asleep?" Hero asked.

"Could be. He was in pretty rough shape when we left him. He must have taken the painkillers we left for the wounds." Other Hero shrugged it off, a little less concerned than she probably should have been.

Hero put a finger to her lips. Just on the way home, she had chewed every nail down to the quick. "I think we should check on him."

"You regret leaving him alone, don't you?" Other Hero sighed. "He said he would be fine. We were right to trust him; it's what he would have wanted-"

"But he was wrong," Hero argued.

"We don't know that yet."

But Hero did know. Otherwise, Leader would have been out here. He would have dove into the cake and hugged Hero and Other Hero when they walked through the door. Then, he would have offered a dinner with a team briefing. The house shouldn't have been this silent.

As Hero made her way to the medical room, she felt her palms sweating. "Leader? Leader, are you in here?" She didn't wait to open the door, and as she did, she drew in a quick breath. Her eyes burned with tears. "Leader, oh my god. Other Hero, come here- hurry!"

Leader was crumpled against the wall, clothes torn at the seams, skin scratched in frantic, zig-zagging lines- Hero couldn't believe her eyes. "Leader, talk to me, okay? What's going on? What happened?"

Of course, Leader was in no fit shape to respond.

"I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead. I killed you. I let you go by yourselves. You were dead. You were dead."

"Leader, I'm here! We're- we're both here. Other Hero, tell him you're here." And they did. They repeated it over and over again if only to stop the panic rising from Leader.

"Villain is dead!" Hero finally screamed, and although it wasn't true, and although Other Hero looked at her like she was insane, Leader stopped.

"But he killed you."

"He didn't kill us," Hero said. "We killed him. We are all safe, Leader. He's gone." Leader took heavy breaths, and staring into space, he leaned against Hero. "He's gone. It's okay," she assured. "He's gone."

Even though he wasn't gone at all.

#not a pr0mpt #He's Gone #i wonder if the term goosebumps is universal #you guys all know what those are right?#do we pull out the whump tags?#those have been retired for quite some time #leader whump #team whump #hero whumpee #leader whumpee #villain whumper #this one has been in my drafts for so long and I totally forgot about it. I apologize many times.#How is everyone?!#I've regained my motivation to write so I'm hoping to write more often.

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