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mangachi · 5 months

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iwritewhump · 8 months

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"I thought you were dead" + under the radar + trail of blood

day 15 of @whumptember

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warnings: poisoned whumpee, blood, character death

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Hero pulls the window open the rest of the way and falls inside. He gasps and rolls onto his back with a hand covering his stomach.

The hallway light flickers on and Hero curses. He pulls himself over to the shower and pulls the curtain closed just before the bathroom door opens.

Villain pushes into the bathroom and turns the light on, instantly noticing the puddle of blood below the window that leads to the shower. She steps into the bathroom and tries to peek past the shower curtain, “Who’s there?”

A muffled whumper is all she gets in return. She pulls the curtain open and her jaw drops. “Hero?”

He pushes himself up against the wall and smiles weakly, “Surprise!” he coughs and slouches forward.

“Oh my god,” she says, falling to her knees and reaching out for him. “I thought you were dead. I…I looked everywhere for you.”

She pulls him into an embrace and his head falls into the crook of her neck. She peppers him with kisses and pulls away with tears in her eyes.

“Where were you?”

His smile falters, “Supervillain…he figured out who I was. I had to-had to leave quickly so he didn’t find out about you, too. Sorry, uh, sorry I didn’t say goodbye.”

She shakes her head and wipes his cheeks with the pads of her thumbs, “It’s alright, you’re here now.”

“Not for long,” he says. He tries to pull her closer to him, she obliges and rests her forehead against hers. “He killed me. Well, he’s killing me.”

She shakes her head, “What are you talking about? You’re safe now, you’re away from him and with me.”

“It’s a slow acting poison, um, he let me go because there isn’t an antidote. So, he just didn’t want to clean up.” he leans further against her and sniffs. “I’m sorry I came here, I don’t know…why I did that. Last time we talked I was horrible to you, so I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I’ll leave.” he pulls back from her and tries to stand.

She shakes her head and holds him steady while he sits back down. She sits next to him in the shower and holds his hand.

Hero leans his head on her shoulder and frowns, “I’m sorry, again.”

“Shut up,” she snaps. She runs her thumb over his knuckles and leans her head on his. “I’m glad you came here because I don’t want you to be alone for this.”

And he doesn’t argue with her. Its not until a few seconds later that she realizes why.

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember day 15 #i thought you were dead #trail of blood #under the radar #whump #whump fic #hero x villain #villain caretaker #hero whump #hero whumpee #poison whump #character death #my writing #whumpee #caretaker #whump writing

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whump-tr0pes · 6 months

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Lux in Tenebris, Medieval AU - Trail of Blood

@badthingshappenbingo

I completely forget to add the the bthb part. Red X for posted, white X for requested! Send in your requests! If you don’t see a prompt here that you already requested, please send it again!

This AU grabbed my brain and didn't let go. Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for enabling me in the DMs

Masterlist

AO3

Contents: demon whumpee, implied wounded animal (that doesn't happen), caught in a snare, blood, mild gore, mild finger whump, begging, misunderstanding whump, accidental self-harm (to escape the snare), rescue

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The forest was loud today. Ilya picked their way through the underbrush, eyes sweeping along the ground as they searched for white-capped mushrooms on the forest floor. Above them, birds called to each other, and wind brushed through the swaying treetops. The buzz of insects gave the air a heavy quality, even though the afternoon was cool. Still, the basket on Ilya’s arm was still nearly empty. They still had a long afternoon yet of gathering to go before they could return home.

The noise felt almost… oppressive this morning, though. The birds seemed to be shrieking in alarm instead of their usual singing, and Ilya could hear the din of tree branches crashing together in the wind – but when they looked up, the crowns of the trees seemed to shake with little more than a slight breeze. They bit their lip and looked down for another mushroom. They tried very hard not to think about the whispers they’d heard in the village, whispers of an evil that had come to these woods in the last fortnight, evil fleeing the cleansings in the south. They bent to pick a mushroom and add it to the basket.

An inhuman screech cut through the forest.

Ilya shot upright, heart hammering in their chest. The sound came from their left, from a dense spot in the undergrowth. Their breaths came faster, faster, and they found themself moving towards the sound. They strained to hear something else. They tightened their thin cloak around their shoulders and crept, trembling, through the underbrush. Had they imagined it?

They almost turned back when another sound cut them to their core: a wail, long and drawn out and raw. It sounded… almost human.

A wounded deer, I bet, Ilya thought with a sinking heart. A hunter probably missed his mark. They set their jaw and moved toward the sound again. If they could at least put the creature out of its misery, that would be a kindness. And if it was small enough, they might be able to drag the animal back to their hut themself.

As they drew closer to where the creature was, Ilya could hear the sound of desperate thrashing in the undergrowth. A low, guttural moan reached Ilya’s ears as they pushed past a thick wall of branches. They bit their lip and prepared themself for the sight of a mortally wounded animal.

They bit back a gasp when they saw the creature wasn’t a creature at all, but a boy, with his right leg caught in a hunter’s snare.

He was filthy, his skin streaked with mud and blood, and tears had left tracks in the dirt on his cheeks. Sticks and leaves were matted in his hair. His clothes were torn. The snare cut deep into his lower leg, which was a mess of torn flesh and oozing blood. He heaved a ragged sob and tore at the snare with broken, bloody fingernails as Ilya watched with wide eyes.

Ilya took a step forward on shaking legs. A twig snapped under their foot. The boy’s head shot up, and Ilya had the sudden, horrifying realization that the boy was not a boy at all.

The boy’s pupils blew wide in terror, black taking up nearly the entire eye. Sharp fangs flashed, even in the afternoon shade. He flung himself back and away from Ilya, only to be caught by the snare. He cried out and bared his teeth at them, clawing at the ground and sobbing with every breath.

“Obsecro,” he croaked. “Non appropinquant.”

Ilya swallowed hard and stared at the creature in front of them for a long moment. He had dark circles carved under his eyes, and he trembled as if he was freezing. The flesh around the snare was swollen, enflamed. His eyes were strange, but there was such sadness in them, such pain.

And he looked so, so frightened.

“It’s alright,” Ilya said, voice low. They gently placed their basket down beside them. “I’m going to help you.”

They took one step toward the creature, then another. He didn’t move, didn’t seem to even breathe, just watched Ilya with those wide, terrified eyes. Ilya closed the distance between them, heart pounding. They did their best to ignore their fear, ignore the thought that perhaps this was the evil that the others had warned about lurking in the words. Carefully, they knelt beside the frightened creature. Still, he didn’t move. Ilya could see he that he was shaking harder, though. The leaves beneath him shuddered.

Ilya slowly reached out a hand towards the snare. The cord was thin, but strong, strengthened with horsehair. They had never paid attention to snares before, but they knew they did damage. Now they knew how much. They did their best to loop their finger under it, but it was far too tight. The creature hissed as Ilya worked at the snare, fumbling at the knot. They peeled back the scraps of his pant leg, wincing at the dried blood that glued it to the skin. Deep puncture holes dotted the flesh. Confused, Ilya glanced at the creature, before they realized: he’d been trying to bite his own leg off.

They tried to untie the snare from the tree it was tied to, to no avail. They tried pushing the tree over – they would have had better luck lifting a boulder. There was one more thing they could try.

They reached for their belt and pulled their small knife from its sheath.

The creature shrieked and recoiled from Ilya’s touch. His hands scrabbled in the deep leaves as he tried to drag himself away from them, keening so loudly the birds flew from their perches in the trees.

“No, shh,” Ilya murmured as they brought the knife to the creature’s leg. “I’m trying to—”

The creature whirled and snapped at Ilya, his teeth crashing together a millimeter from their hand.

Ilya reeled back and landed on their elbows. The knife flew from their grip.

The creature was in a frenzy. He tore at his leg with his teeth and nails, drawing blood until it ran in rivulets onto the forest floor. Blood smeared on his lips. The sound of his frantic sobbing cut Ilya down to their very soul. They forgot their fear and reached for their knife.

“Stop,” they breathed. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself… stop!” They staggered forward and pinned the creature down. He was bigger than they were, but as soon as they fell on top of him, he went rigid with a horrible wail. Ilya slid the knife between the snare and the creature’s leg and snapped the cord with a jerk. They rolled off of him and scrambled away on their hands and knees, just as he did the same.

He staggered to his feet and took off with a limping sprint into the woods, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken branches. Ilya’s heart was a blur of motion in their chest. They fought to catch their breath, swallowing over and over. Tears ran unbidden down their cheeks. Their hands were streaked with blood, and they wiped them hurriedly on the fallen leaves. They stared at the knife that lay on the forest floor beside them. For a long moment, they considered leaving it behind.

It’s a good knife, they thought finally. I can at least trade it away.

Their hands were shaking as they went to pick up their basket of mushrooms. Perhaps there would be enough left to gather on the way back home. They found the trail again and quickly made their way back to their lonely hut on shaking legs. They didn’t look behind them once, but they didn’t look at the ground much, either.

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Translation of the Latin line:

“Please,” he croaked. “Don’t come near.”

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#lux in tenebris #medieval au #lux in tenebris au #demon whumpee #caught in a snare #blood #mild gore #mild finger whump #begging #misunderstandings #accidental self-harm #rescue #whump #trail of blood

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cleave-and-plough · 8 months

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epiphanies & revelations

akatsuki no yona - kusanagi mizuho

dorohedoro - q hayashida

chi no wadachi - oshimi shūzō

dorohedoro - q hayashida

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #dorohedoro #chi no wadachi #blood on the tracks #trail of blood #hak #caiman #seiichi osabe #noi

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random-fandom-whump · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 9: Caught in a Storm ↳ Krypton S01E04

#whumptober2022 #no.9 #caught in a storm #krypton #gifs #flashing gifs #blood #seg el #cameron cuffe #trail of blood #snow #staggering #krypton 1x04 #ep: the word of rao

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bunninsula · 7 months

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#trail of blood #churchtown #fantasy #horror #art #my art #story

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theclarityinmirrors · 7 months

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#manga #manga recommendation #tumblr polls #anime #trigun stampede #natsume yuujinchou #mob psycho 100 #assassination classroom #jujutsu kaisen #oyasumi punpun #trail of blood #detective conan

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rizzoto-whump · 9 months

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@badthingshappenbingo - Trail of Blood, @whumpers-monthly - Nauseous, @week-of-whump - "You blood looks so pretty."

TW: Intimate whumper, injury, aftermath of torture

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James sat on the ground, staring at the trail of blood that was seeping out of his open wound. It was a deep cut, and he knew it would take a while to heal. He felt nauseous and disgusted as he watched the crimson liquid ooze out of his skin. The sight of it made him feel nauseous, and he had to fight the urge to vomit.

As he tried to catch his breath, he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up to see Ronald, a smirk on his face. "Hey there, James," he said, looking down at the wound. "Your blood looks so pretty."

James glared at him, his anger bubbling up inside of him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted. "Why would you do this to me?"

"I don't know," Ronald said. "I guess I just like to see you suffer."

James shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't understand why anyone would enjoy causing pain to others. "You're a monster," he said.

Ronald just laughed. "Maybe I am. But at least I'm not the one bleeding all over the place."

James felt his anger boiling over, and he stood up, his hand still pressed against his wound. "You think this is funny?" he shouted. "You think it's funny to hurt me?"

Ronald smirked. "I think it's hilarious," he said. "And I can't wait to do it again."

#whump #whump prompt #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #aftermath of torture #bad things happen bingo #trail of blood #nauseous #week of whump #whump OC #sadistic whumper #military whump #older whumpee #torture #wounded whumpee

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cabalt · 2 years

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Shotgunned Flowers of Evil and Blood on the Tracks over the last few days, as well as Happiness and a bunch of other Oshimi Shuzo one shots and such, but mainly comparing Flowers and Blood because they have the most similar themes (?)

I gotta say, despite a strong start I feel that Blood on the Tracks really starts to drop off, not because I wanted a "nice" ending or anything, but because the longer it goes on the more it feels like misery for the sake of it rather than trying to say anything. Like, there was no reason for Shige to show up in the snow other than for something bad to happen. The timeskip especially is just... Why?

On the other hand, Flowers of Evil kept consistent the whole way through, and while not supposed to be the same level of psychological horror that Blood is going for, it's examinations of psychology and behaviour are very interesting and the characters really feel "real", and in contrast to Blood, the timeskip in Flowers actually enhances things.

Just havin some thoughts about some "big" psychological manga rather than my usual shonen shite lmao

Also, Happiness would have been better without all the torture. Like said above, didn't add anything, felt Hostel-tier :/

#the flowers of evil #aku no hana #blood on the tracks #trail of blood #chi no wadachi #shuzo oshimi #shūzō oshimi #happiness #manga chat

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mangachi · 5 months

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sebbyisland · 8 months

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Blood on the Tracks - Oshimi Shuzo

#im so unwell i'm going to rant in the tags #no because so many times the protagonist has looked on to the sky and saw his mother or felt the ghost of his mother's influence and even #during both moments of his mother's betrayal both when he was an infant and as a child he was looking on from a hill/mountain??#but he could never just take in the view it was always his mother. looking up into the sky he sees his mother and his pain and confusion #but by the end of it he is not his mother's son he is himself #looking up at the sky reminds him of his mother but he cannot picture her face because she doesn't have that same #godly grip on his identity and mind. he is living his own life not for the approval the grief nor hatred of his mother #but because life goes on and he is just some guy under the great blue sky. he is not defined by being his mother's son.#anyways phenomenal work what the fuck #oshimi shuzo #blood on the tracks #chi no wadachi #trail of blood #seb out

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taangmula · 2 years

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#chi no wadachi #manga #trail of blood

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tomiji · 2 years

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"why was the only thing that made you happy was having me be miserable like you?"

i binge-read Blood on the Tracks the other day and WOW.. i am speechles honestly. it was uncomfortable, disturbing, and i couldn't put it down. i wanted to do a redraw of this panel, it was one of my favorites from the manga. idk if i did i justice but it was fun!

#blood on the tracks #blood on the trail #trail of blood #chi no wadachi #seiichi osabe #seichi osabe #seiko osabe #fanart #tomiji arts

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forensicated · 2 months

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Smiffina Episodes: Trail Of Blood

Smithy is now Acting Inspector whilst Gina is on holiday. It's a hell of a day for him to start:

Supermodel Cindy Statham's Funeral,

The OTT press interest,

Her suspected murderer attempting suicide,

Her suspected murderer doing a runner within the hospital,

Her suspected murderer assaulting Beth, knocking her out and tying her up,

Her suspected murderer escaping the hospital via an ambulance and then going on to escape the ambulance and disappear somewhere in Canley,

A stroppy journalist 'The Aptly Named Mr Cocks' insisting that Beth (4ft nothing Beth of all people!) pushed him over and then leaking to the public that Larry had escaped.

And just a little thing of an armed robbery coming up in the middle of all that.

"Why today?!" Smithy stresses, given he doesn't have enough coffee for all of this, never mind enough officers!

Thankfully Beth is ok and she attends the armed robbery. The suspects have already disappeared and there's no sign of their getaway vehicle. Sally speaks to a man who is more than a little excited at helping the police and appears to be a bit of a True Crime buff. He gives them proper descriptions of the clothing down to the colour laces in ones shoes and he also has a recording on his phone.

Cindy's suspected murderer, Larry Franks escapes into the back of an ambulance. They send the paramedics a silent text via their terminal to tell them to continue to their destination and that they'll have police there to assist them. Dan and others arrive to box the ambulance in but Larry must have jumped out enroute.

Bit of a stressful start to the cover...

Jo goes to visit Larry's chatty cell mate, Merv. He's a little too helpful, even telling her that Larry had discussed his crime and that he'd watched Cindy die and that he'd kick off and get vicious if anyone mentioned Cindy. He says 'unfinished business' caused Larry to escape. He claims he'll probably be at the address of someone who was 'like a sister to him'. Unfortunately all that happens is Stuart finds Merv's wife and her new boyfriend getting 'busy' when he goes to check. Merv apologises and says he suspected them of having an affair even before he was inside and wanted to check. Jo makes to leave and he then tells her that Larry wasn't as bad as he'd initially made out and that he couldn't take people thinking that he'd killed Cindy, especially as they were calling him 'Necro' inside. He insisted he'd never ever hurt her because he loved her.

Nikki gets CCTV from surrounding buildings whilst Beth listens to the recording. She realises that 1 robber calls the manager by his first name (not on the name badge) . Nikki asks for a list of employees and ex-employees to see if any names are known. The manager supplies the CCTV and list. Leela notices a potential DNA trace left when one touches his face and then the wall and gets forensics to check it. Beth finds a likely suspect in the list of former employees. Smithy saw the son of one known associate of the main suspect at St Hugh's. He tells Beth and Emma to work with C019 to arrest the suspect. They also find Baker Jones, the son at the house.Baker is gentle and not very bright but also definitely his father's son...!

The journalist from earlier arrives at Sun Hill to make a complaint against Beth. Smithy rolls his eyes and doesn't even entertain it given he's the one who leaked to his paper that Larry was out - that he'd heard only through being in St Hughs. He just smirks. "I think you owe PC Green a thank you." he says before walking out.

Baker is clearly nervous and tells Smithy he'll come back later. Smithy's having none of it and orders his pockets turned out. Baker has 2 tickets for Miami for him and his mum in his pocket leaving in 3 hours. The sweat on the wall matches his DNA. Beth plays him the recording and then reasons his dad got a lesser sentence for helping so if he co-operates he'll get help. Baker is almost in tears, saying he can't go inside - he has to look after his mum.

Jo locates Larry Franks at Cindy's grave and approaches him slowly, he sobs that he doesn't want to go back to prison, he doesn't belong there. She tries to get him to open up to her and sits at the grave beside him. She explains she has to arrest him but it's just her and he's not to worry because she'll look after him. He begs her to realise that he'd never kill Cindy.

Smithy is called to the front desk where Baker's mum is - he finds out that she has cancer and Baker is her carer. She wants to see him to find out if they're going away on their final holiday. Smithy sighs. "I shouldn't do this... five minutes - literally." he says, showing her through. Baker cries in his mums arms and apologises, it becoming clear he did it to finance her seeing her sister in America. Baker cries and tells her to still goes and Smithy starts to gently explain she can't if the plane tickets were bought with the proceeds but she cuts him off and gently tells Baker she won't be alone and that he has to co-operate and tell the truth. Baker admits the other suspect had a gun that he didn't know about and received his black eye from trying to get out of it. Smithy tells them that he'll speak to the CPS and make sure they know he co-operated and showed remorse. Whilst he'll still get a custodial sentence - hopefully it will be shorter.

Smithy then goes on to let Beth know that "the aptly named journalist, Mr Cocks, is not going to make a complaint." Beth is so overwhelmed she doesn't know what to do, going in for a hug before realising who it is and shaking his hand instead - making all laugh.

Larry tells Jo that he panicked and needed to get away so he could think. He insists he didn't do it, he did witness her die and admits he was there but he didn't actually kill her. He gets taken away back to the prison but it's clear that Jo doesn't believe that he did it.

Neil calls in on Smithy at the end of the day. Smithy's swamped with the paperwork he never got chance to complete during the day and "Gina has kindly copied all of her emails to my inbox." He is settling in for unpaid overtime to get it done. Neil sympathises, smiling when Smithy remembers what Gina left him in the bottom drawer, the two men sharing a drink together as Smithy thanks Neil for his help.

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chaoticstray · 7 months

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Day 6: Trail of Blood.

Promptlist: https://www.tumblr.com/lycaniums-room/728967743294128128/my-goretober-list-for-this-year-feel-free-to-use?source=share

#inktober #drawing #trail of blood #ink #dippen #traditional #chaoticstray #stray #2023 #happy little accidents

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its-my-whump · 8 months

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“I thought you were dead”

Faked death | Under the radar | Trail of blood

TW: thinking about traumtic event, slapping, forced hug

"I thought you were dead!" It sounded more like an accusation, than a statement. His counterpart's voice was slightly shaking, astonishment floating in it. There were so many emotions on display in his face. Surprise always winning the upperhand, while every other just passed like an express train: astonishment, frustration, sympathy, understanding, mercy, disappoitment and betrayal. The last one even outweighted his surprise clearly after a long moment of awkward silence between them.

The tips of his ears had turned red. Even when he normally had everything under control, every spike of emotion neatly cataloged and locked away, those red ears always gave him away. He was really upset or/and overwhelmed.

"I followed that trail of blood for over a mile, right to the edge of the cliff." His voice was steady again, emotionless, even stoic. His expression locked into something unreadable. "No way in hell, you could have survived this kind of bloodloss or the fall." An unintended pause, his mind was clearly lost in the past. "No way, man." His head slightly shock in disbelieve.

Suddenly, the briefly shown expression on his face vanished again and he made long strides towards the man, he believed to be dead for years. "3 years. 3 long years, you made me believe, I lost the only person, who was able to even remotely understand me. 3 years, you probably hid in some ditch, while you knew, our fate always depented on each other."

He had closed the distances between them. There was something sparkling in his eyes. The long lost man almost believed it to be gratitude of some kind.

All of a sudden, the sound was already ringing in his ears just before he registered the stinging on his cheek. The flat strong palm slapped him like a paddled whip right in his face. His cheek instantly flushed. He didn't know, what hit him and stumbled a step back to steady his footing.

A bright smile on his counterparts face and next thing he knew, broad arms were wrapped around the astonished guy strongly, who was still pressing a hand against his stinging cheek.

The man, forcing the embrace, pulled his head back a bit, so their eyes could lock for a moment. His smile got even bigger, while the other one was just staring at him, dumbstruck.

The active part of that hug put his head into the crook of the other one's neck.

"I've missed you so much, hero." Villian whispered into his ear.

My whumptember2023 masterlist

#Whumptember2023 #Whumptember2023 day 15 #day 15: I thought you were dead.#faked death #trail of blood #whump #writing #whump writing #hero villain writing

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