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Masterlist

Look at me, finally going an actual masterlist (never thought I'd get this far).

Anyways, these are my preferences, and this abomination is where the whole blog started (pure self-indulgent over there, so don't expect too much)

And, to keep this short, my prompts can be found in the my prompts tag and other snippets I've linked below (wow I'm so good at introductions)

June of doom 2025

June of doom 2 - "I'm worried about you" (Gruff Superhero mentor reveals they care more than they show. More at eleven)

June of doom 8 - "How many fingers I'm holding up?" (Your average "Hero shows up injured on Villain's doorstep" scenario)

June of doom 12 - "It's no use." (Superhero locks Hero up in a cell. Supervillain is also there)

June of doom 18 - "How long have you been like this?" (Villain fucked up and put their trust in the wrong people. It's up to Hero to help their sorry ass)

Whumptober 2025

Whumptober - Alternate prompts: ziptie and "Oh. Oh." (Hero will do anything to save Vigilante. Villain is both pleased and displeased)

AI-less whumpober 5 (Torture, Withholding aid, "How do you want me to punish you?") (Shocking news: Villain makes the situation worse so Supervillain has to get creative)

AI-less whumptober - alternate prompt 10 (“Get yourself out of here! I’ll be fine.”) (Rogue tries to get Hero to safety after a mission that went horribly wrong)

AI-less whumptober 18 (Captivity, Loss of powers, "Do you even know how to use that?") (Hero and their totally stable mentor visit some dungeons to visit a totally human prisoner)

AI-less whumptober 25 (Magical bind, Pinned down, "And what do we have here?") (Villain and Hero's sidekick break into Superhero's mansion in hopes for some news of Hero's disappearance. Surely this will go well)

Whumpril 2026

Whumpril - alternate prompt: unnecessary risks (Hero goes a bit crazy here but it's ok, it'll work out..... :3)

Whumpay 2026

Whumpay - alternate prompt 3: loss of senses (hero is hit with poisonous dust that makes them gradually go blind. Nothing else goes wrong)

Whumpay 18 - fingers in wound/ “wait, what are you- don’t-!” / Arterial bleeding (part 2 of loss of senses. World's worst hostage exchange)

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Prompt 13

Hero was offended. That's the only way to describe this feeling.

It was bad enough that Supervillain had captured their team. It was bad enough that they were forced to run and leave their friends behind. Bad enough that Supervillain claimed to want them so much that they were being hunted to the ends of the earth.

But to send their lackeys? What were they? A trinket?

"You." Hero glared at the last lackey standing. They ignored the ache of their muscles as they stomped forward. The lackey, despite being bigger than Hero, froze. Maybe the other fallen lackeys around them finally made them realize. Hero wasn't going down. Not tonight.

"You." Hero repeated and the lackey flinched. Before they could run, the hero grabbed their collar and snarled in their face. "Tell your boss that if he wants me that bad..." they kicked the lackey to the ground.

"...then he should take me himself."

Edit: why do I keep forgetting to tag you guys @whumplicity @jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence sorry

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Daily Drabble #126

One of Whumper’s favorite things to do to Whumpee was simple and easy; which made it the perfect thing to do. They’d come up behind them and wrap them in a constricting hug. Whumpee would tense up both from the unwanted physical contact, and knowing what was to follow. One of Whumper’s arms would stay firmly against their victims’ torso, the other would cover their mouth and pinch their nose.

Whumpee would struggle against them to breathe. Clawing at their hands, squirming, abdomen convulsing as their lungs tried to breathe. They’d let them take a breath of differing length before once again covering their airways. Sometimes they’d be able to fully catch their breath, other times they could only gasp once. They never knew how much time they’d get.

Whumper would continue this until they were lightheaded, letting their body fall to the ground, head dizzy and asphyxiated. 

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Whump bases

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Whumpay 18

fingers in wound/ “wait, what are you- don’t-!” / Arterial bleeding

part 2 of whumpay - loss of senses

Cw: blood and a bit of gore

Hero grunted as they tripped against a root, or rock, or whatever. Not like they could see. Supervillain ignored their struggles and hurried along, their grip on the hero’s hand tight. Hero had given up on keeping their eyes open; all they could see when they did was a blurry scenery filled with black spots. They burned even when Hero kept them closed. They burned so much Hero couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. God, they must look so pathetic.

“Ow!”

“Branch.” Supervillain ‘warned’. Then they had the audacity to chuckle.

“I will make you eat my shit.”

The villain only hummed. “Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

Hero clenched their ungripped hand into a fist. “What’s your deal, anyway? Why are you here?”

“Currently? Trying to find your leader so I can see the look on his face when he sees your cute little ass-”

“I meant here, in the forest.” Fucking creep. “How did your lot find us.”

“Ah, that. That’s a secret.”

Hero huffed in annoyance. However, they did notice how Supervillain was unguarded, for some reason. Did they not see Hero as a threat? They hadn’t even taken their weapon from them.

Hero slowly reached their sword with their free hand. Nothing. Supervillain continued on, unaware. The hero bit their lip. Here goes nothing.

They pulled the sword and swung blindly. Supervillain gasped in pain as the hero felt their weapon connect with something. Either the villain’s legs or back.

“You… oh, you...” Hero shivered. They did not like that tone. “Heh. I see why Leader is fond of you.”

Hero kept their sword’s tip pointing forward. “Stand back.”

“But why would I stand back when things have gotten so,” a change in the breeze, “interesting.” Supervillain’s voice was right behind them. Hero turned and swung sideways, letting out a big oof as something hit them hard in the stomach. Still, they kept their grip on their sword tight and swung again. The villain hissed.

“Not going down easy, are you?” Hero kept their guard up, muscles tense. “Good.” The villain purred. “That’s very good, Hero.” A whoosh and the hero flinched when a hand landed gently on the fingers the hero had around their sword’s hilt. “You just gave me an excuse to do this.”

Cold fingers wrapped around the hero’s, and the hero heard their bones crack with how much Supervillain was gripping them. Something slammed against their pelvis, which took the hero’s breath away. Another slam and a quick twist of their hand was enough for Hero to drop their sword. Pathetic.

Supervillain shoved them backwards, making Hero fall on their butt. The hero gasped and tried to locate the villain by hearing, but the only thing they could hear was the blood rushing in their system. They opened their eyes into a squint just enough to notice the very blurry shape of Supervillain coming their way, something glinting in their hand.

The fucker has my sword.

“You have no right to-”

The sword touched their neck. “Oh, Hero.” Supervillain drawled. “I am so going to enjoy putting Leader in his place.”

Hero arched their back in agony as their body exploded with hot pain.

This wasn’t good. Leader’s bow was dropped somewhere during the fight, so now he only had his fists. Sidekick had taken a nasty fireball right on the stomach and was out of commission. They laid on the ground on Leader’s right. Medic hovered over him as she gently tried to reduce their pain. Rogue was covering them, doing a good job so far, but even Leader noticed that he was reaching his limit. At some point, Sniper was fished out of her hiding place and forced to partake in the fight, which was no help at all. They were not good at hand to hand combat. To be fair, she had managed to get rid of Henchman right before she got caught, so they weren’t entirely useless. She did her best attempt covering Leader’s left.

Villain cackled when Leader was nearly grazed by their poisonous hands. “Focus, focus!”

Leader’s punch landed right on Villain’s nose. It cracked satisfyingly. He wasted no time and threw a roundhouse kick, hitting the villain square in the chest. They fell on the ground with a wheezed groan.

Leader sat on top of them and grabbed them by their shirt. “How did you find us? Why are you here?”

Villain gave him a bloody smile. “Boss’s orders, man. No hard feelings.”

“Supervillain.” Leader spat. If his nemesis knew where they were, then they were in much deeper shit than he thought. “Where are they?”

“Dunno.” The villain was infuriatingly calm. “Just gave us orders to keep your lot busy.” What? That didn’t make much sense.  “Oh, and injure Hero bad enough so you could hide them somewhere away from the fight. I’m surprised it actually worked.”

Leader growled. “You!”

“Hey, hey. Hey! No hard feelings, just the j-”

Villain let out a loud yelp as Leader punched them square in the face. They raised their arm, fingers already producing the poisonous dust, but Leader wasn’t having it. He quickly fished out a knife he kept on his waist for emergencies and stabbed the villain’s hand to the ground.

“Fuck!” Leader twisted the knife and Villain writhed in pain. “I’ll fucking kill you!” They raised the other hand, but the hero quickly caught that too. He pressed it on the ground next to the villain’s head. Good thing that dust of theirs didn’t have a long range.

“You have ten seconds to tell me what Supervillain’s plan is.”

Villain squirmed under him. “What do you think?” Leader twisted the knife again and Villain bit their lip.

“Leader.” Sniper voice was tense as she tried to get his attention.

“Tell me.” Leader growled at Villain, ignoring her.

“Leader.”

“I think you really should turn around, man.” Villain had a look of relief in their eyes that Leader didn’t like.

“Leader!”

“Where are they.”

“LEADER!”

“WHAT!” Leader finally turned to look at Sniper, who had a furious but concerned look.

“They’re here.” Was all she said and Leader looked towards the direction she was looking at and he gasped in horror and surprise.

Standing on his left, surrounded by their men, was Supervillain. And in their arms was a sobbing, wounded Hero. They were struggling in Supervillain’s grip, tears and a thin streak of blood coming out of their now open eyes. A huge gash tore their clothes and skin from the neck to the stomach. Blood spelt from Hero’s lips too with how much they were biting it.

Leader clenched his jaw in fury. This was too far. Even for his long-sworn nemesis.

“Get your hands off my team.” Leader growled.

“Get your hands off mine.” Supervillain glared.

Leader still had his fingers around the handle of his knife. Villain bit back a whimper as he shoved it deeper into their hand. “Too far, Supervillain. You know you’ve went too far.”

Supervillain stared for a minute, assessing the situation. Leader’s team shuffled slowly behind him and Supervillain’s men went behind Supervillain. They knew better than to get between them. Supervillain stared at the villain under Leader and Leader looked in concern at Hero in Supervillains hold.

“Oh, this isn’t going too far.” Supervillain finally came to a decision, it seemed. Leader’s brows furrowed. “This is.”

They dropped the sword – Hero’s sword, the bastard! – and raised their fingers to Hero’s wound. Leader looked, confused. Then he flinched when Hero squeezed their eyes shut and keened.

“Wait, what are you-” Leader whispered in disbelief. Supervillain never went against their team, it was always just them and him. That changed today. “Don’t-!”

Hero screamed when Supervillain’s fingers went inside their body. “Don't! Stop!” They pleaded. “Stop!”

But Supervillain didn’t stop. They shoved those cold fingers further in and Hero trembled violently, all while the villain looked at Leader dead in the eye.

“Supervillain, you BASTARD!” Leader screamed, but he didn’t dare approach. Villain twitched under him and he realized he had nudged his knife in his fury.

“You have something of mine, I believe.” Supervillain said calmly, staying still. Hero sobbed.

Leader glared at his nemesis, not taking his eyes off them or Hero as he pulled the knife out of Villain’s hand. The villain under them hissed. Supervillain also took their fingers out of Hero.

“Good, Leader. Very good.” But Leader wasn’t listening. He took one good look at Hero and he couldn’t help the rage that filled him seeing them so helpless, so scared, so vulnerable. In the hands of his worst enemy. Crying because of them.

...Fuck this. If Supervillain wanted to go against his team then he would go agains theirs.

Before either of the villains could say another word, Leader swiftly adjusted the knife and without thinking over what he was about to do any further, shoved it in Villain’s abdomen.

Villain was in so much shock they couldn’t even let out a sound, their mouth agape, not daring to move. Supervillain’s eyes widened. Everybody else held their breath.

“Let them go, you villain,” Leader spat, eyes wide with anger and hate, “before I do something I might regret.”

Supervillain stared in shock before clenching their jaw. “The audacity to call me a villain.” They hissed with poorly contained rage and brought their bloody hands to Hero’s wound. “Fine. If the hard way is what you want...”

“What? No, no, wai- NO!” Hero shrieked when Supervillain shoved their fingers in, twisting them around and around. Blood gushed out of the hero as they sobbed.

“Fine.” Leader snarled and used both hands to shove the knife as deep as possible. Villain couldn’t contain their pain anymore and whimpered.

“You... you prick! Stop.” They gasped, using their good hand to push the Leader away. But he wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t even looking at them.

Both parties glared at each other as they tortured their hostages. For a while, all one could hear in that forest were Hero’s sobs and Villain’s cries.

“Leader, enough!”

“Boss, I really don’t think-!”

“Silence!” Both Leader and Supervillain roared, curling their respective weapons deeper and deeper.

“Leader, please…” Hero finally pleaded. “Whatever you’re doing, stop… please.”

Leader frowned. He couldn’t stop. If he did, there was no telling what Supervillain might do. But he hesitated anyway. That gave the villain under him room to breathe.

Just when Hero’s superior really considered stopping, Supervillain opened their mouth. “Yeah, that’s right. Listen to your Hero, hero.”

Leader’s eye twitched. Without further ado, he pulled the knife out of Villain’s body violently. They gasped. Then Leader shoved two fingers in. The villain screamed.

“Well, Supervillain, congratulations!” Leader grinned. “You’ve successfully made me lose my shit! Your lifelong goal, wasn’t it?” He inserted another finger in and Villain arched their back, trying to twist their good hand the hero’s grip to hit him, to blow dust in his eyes, to do something! Their injured hand was useless. But it was pointless. Leader had gripped their wrist tight enough to sprain it. He probably had already. “A shame one of yours had to be sacrificed in the process!”

Supervillain screamed in rage. They didn’t care about being gentle anymore. They stabbed all four fingers into Hero’s chest. The hero let out an agonized shriek.

Leader did the same, the villain twitching and twisting their body in a desperate escape attempt. “Not gonna lie, Supervillain!” Leader taunted, curling his fingers inside Villain. “It does feel good!”

“Oh, you sick-!” Supervillain was cut off by Villain’s begging.

“Boss, please! Please, enough! He’s not going to stop, please!” There were tears in their eyes as Leader twisted his fingers inside their abdomen. Villain looked like they were going to be sick.

Supervillain, with four fingers inside Hero’s body, flinched. Leader saw it. That hesitation. He stopped.

Both teams were watching this violent scene with horror and disgust. Apart from their boss’s heavy breathing, only the hostages’ cries could be heard. Sidekick, awake and aware, clutched his stomach as Medic and Rouge helped him stay on their feet. Sniper had her fists clenched to the side, body frozen in place. Supervillain’s men looked disturbed as well. One held Henchman’s unconscious body on their back, two others looked like they were going to pounce on Leader. But none of them moved without receiving orders.

“You know what to do, Supervillain.” Leader said, stopping his movements, but keeping his fingers pressed inside. Supervillain did the same.

“Seems like you know as well.” This had to stop.

“Let Hero go.”

“Let Villain go.”

“Bitches first.”

“Don’t test me.”

They glared at each other. This wasn’t going anywhere. Reluctantly, the two enemies accepted what they had to do.

Both had to let their hostages go at the same time.

Leader started. He slowly removed one finger out of the whimpering villain. He looked at Supervillain.

Supervillain, not taking their eyes off of Villain, did the same as Leader. They removed an extra finger. Leader followed.

Both hesitantly took their fingers out of the respective hostages’ bodies. Leader resisted the urge to wipe the blood on his clothes. Supervillain let their bloody hand drop to the side.

Leader huffed and quickly stood up, taking Villain with them. The villain moaned at the sudden movement.

He and Supervillain watched each other closely. Supervillain gestured and one of their men to go to Leader. “You will bring Villain to them.” They ordered as they basically dropped Hero onto the goon’s hands.

Leader frowned. “Fine. Sniper.” Sniper was quickly by his side. “Get Hero back.”

Sniper nodded and grabbed Villain by the arm. She walked slowly towards the other villain approaching her. They met in the middle. She winced at Hero’s wound.

They stared each other. It would be so easy to drop what they had in their hands and attack. But no, they had orders. And their friends’ life was on the line.

The goon made the first move. They reached towards Villain hand. Sniper did the same. She gently touched Hero’s arm. The hero flinched.

“Hey. It’s me.” Sniper whispered, her grip on the villain loosening.

The goon took the opportunity and released Hero completely, letting them fall in Sniper’s hands. Villain clutched their abdomen as they were freed, their friend quick to grab them and take them to Supervillain. Sniper did the same.

Both parties held their breath. Leader reached out and Hero was finally, finally in their arms. The team released a huge breath.

“Hero.” Leader breathed and took a quick look at Hero’s wounds. The gash was mostly superficial, but the wound in their chest was deep and messy. Their eyes were bloodshot, dripping with tears and blood, due to Villain’s poison. Leader’s throat went dry, his eyes landing on the wound on Hero’s chest, which was still dripping blood. What had he done? “Hero… Hero, I’m…”

“I’m sorry.” Hero sobbed. “I’m sorry, Leader. I tried to find the river on my own, but-” their voice got stuck in their throat and Leader’s heart throbbed, “they found me. I was so close and they…”

“It’s okay.” Leader’s thumb gently brushed their tears away. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I feel so… everything hurts. Leader, I’m… I’m so dizzy.” Hero’s eyes rolled to the back of their head as they fell right on Leader’s arms. Leader held them tight, even as Hero’s blood soaked their clothes.

“Shit, must be the blood loss.” Medic’s voice chimed from behind him. And the pain.

“Leader, we have to abandon the mission, we can’t go on like this.” Rogue said.

Leader had forgotten about the damn mission. He didn’t even care. He raised his head towards Supervillain, eyes still full of fury, expecting to see them gloat, smile, or even stare at him with a superior glint in their eyes.

But no, the heroes’ leader was surprised to see his nemesis tilting Villain’s chin up gently to inspect their black eye. Leader saw them say something quietly, but he couldn’t hear what was said from there. What he did notice was Villain mouthing “I’m sorry”. Supervillain shook their head.

Then, as if sensing Leader’s gaze, they turned around and looked. The supervillain had a look in their eye that Leader had never seen before. He returned that look.

They sized up each other, both keeping their guard up, even though both knew there would be no more fighting today.

Eventually, Leader turned his gaze away. He looked at Hero, unconscious in his arms. He adjusted a few strands of their hair.

“Come on, Hero.” Leader whispered softly, gesturing at Medic. “Let’s get you all healed up and home, yeah?”

He turned his back on his enemy as Medic took the hero from his arms and laid them on the ground, immediately getting to work. With the corner of his eye, he noticed Supervillain quietly leave, carrying Villain in their arms.

aight, here we go...

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Whumpay - alternate prompt 3: loss of senses

Part 2

Hero screamed when Villan’s dust flew right in their face, landing on their eyes. Hero started wiping them furiously, but they already knew it was too late. When they opened them they could barely see. Water. They needed water to wash the dust away.

Hero started rubbing their eyes so hard tears were beginning to spill. They heard their friends’ voices shouting at them with worry, calling out their name.

They heard Villain as well. “You should be worrying about yourselves, should you not?” They laughed. Hero swung their sword blindly. They kept their eyes closed. It wasn’t the first time the villain had got them, so they knew opening their eyes would only make it worse. They heard the villain gasp in surprise. “Oops! Almost had me.” The hero knew their assailant was grinning.

Something whooshed past their ear and Villain grunted. A hand touched their back gently. “Don’t worry, handsome. I have your back.” Leader.

Hero smiled. “Thanks man.”

Villain growled. “Oh, great, it’s y- ow! Hey!”

“Focus, Villain.” Hero laughed as their leader presumably shot the villain with another arrow. They felt their leader’s breath on their ear. “Just stay right beside me, Hero.” Hero heard Leader shoot another arrow and Villain hiss. “We’ll fix your eyes.” Another grunt, from Leader this time. “As soon as we’re finished with this lot.”

Hero was shoved by their friend left and right. They assumed Leader was guiding them out of harm’s way. “How did they even find us?”

“It was an ambush.”

“I know that.” Leader sighed in frustration. Hero wished they knew what was happening around them. They didn’t hear Villain anymore, but they could still hear the fight going on. They didn’t know why Leader had stopped. “Alright, listen. As soon as I find an opening I’ll put you somewhere safe. Then the team and I will get rid of these guys. They caught us by surprise, but they can’t be hard to take down.”

Hero's grip on their sword tightened. “You’re sending me away?”

“I’m keeping you safe.”

Hero shook their head. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” Hero repeated. “I just need some water. Remember the river we passed a while ago?”

Leader suddenly pushed the hero away, and the hero felt something warm whoosh across their face. “Ugh, Henchman and those damn fireballs of his. Stay behind me.”

“Leader, I need to go there to wash my eyes.”

Leader grunted. “In the river?”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely not. Hero, that’s too far away.”

“I’m not just going to stand here useless!”

“You aren’t.”

Before the hero could question those words, Leader grabbed their hand and pulled them. The wind that blew in their face irritated their eyes, even though they were squeezed shut. Hero hissed and covered their face with an arm. They heard the voices of their team getting a bit more distant.

Leader stopped suddenly and grabbed the hero by the shoulders, directing them somewhere. “What are you doing?” Hero demanded. They nearly opened their eyes.

“Stay right here.” Leader shoved them and Hero was forced to sit. “Don’t move.”

“So searching for water isn’t safe but sitting in the open is?”

“You’re not in the open.” The hero heard something rustle. “You’re deep in the woods. Surrounded by trees.”

Something tickled Hero’s shoulder. They touched it and felt a papery object. “Leaves?!” They gasped in disbelief. “You’re covering me with leaves?”

“Don’t shout. And stay still! The villains won’t find you here.”

“Right, because the villains are idiots, apparently.”

“Because we’ll deal with them.” Leader huffed in annoyance. “Honestly, Hero, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“I know that! I just…” Hero’s lower lip almost trembled. Almost. “I can’t just stay here. I want to help.”

“I know.” Leader wiped a tear out of their face. Hero opened their eyes and immediately regretted it. They hissed as their eyes stung. Leader wiped another tear. “I know. But you cannot help us if you can’t see.”

Hero flinched. The cold in the air nearly made them shiver when Leader stood up and left. “Stay here, Hero. Please.” And they were gone.

Hero had sheathed their sword. Not like they were using it anyway. They sat still and tried to stay. But they could only stay in one place so long before the voices of their teammates fighting for their lives got to them. At first, the hero paid them no mind. Everybody shouted when they fought. But Sidekick’s scream chilled them to the bone. It was like they were burned. Hero remembered Leader mentioning something about fireballs and bit their lip. Enough was enough. They were going to find that river and they were going to fix their eyes.

Hero stood up with determination and let out a small groan when they banged their head on a branch. With a small hiss they stepped slowly out in the open, away from whatever nook Leader had put them in. The hero knew their leader had have to put them somewhere they’ve already been, so the place should be familiar.

Hero hated what they were about to do.

They opened their eyes.

It burned. “Fuck.” Hero whimpered and took a quick glance of their surroundings, mostly the ground.

Villain’s dust had the ability to mess with people’s sense of sight, although it varied how, depending on the person. When it had touched Leader once he'd got so dizzy he couldn’t even sit still. Medic hallucinated. And Hero would go blind if they didn’t wash the dust out.

Hero closed their eyes. They knew where they were and they knew in which direction they had to go. They also noticed that their vision had gotten so blurry they couldn’t even make out shapes.

The hero muttered a small apology to the leader, even though he couldn’t hear them, and left, promising they’d be back in top shape.

Easier said than done. Turns out, the river is a bit far. Especially for a blind person stumbling and tripping on roots. Hero had lost count on how many times they’ve faceplanted a tree and kissed the ground. Their face was wet with tears; not because they were scared, no. It’s just that the pain in their eyes had become unbearable. And the Hero’s system was still trying to get Villain’s dust out of their eyes. They sniffed.

Their vision had gotten worse. If the hero opened their eyes now, they would see small black spots that would get bigger if the hero wiped their eyes once more. Even the wind aggravated them. Hero had settled for an arm over their eyes as they marched blindly, using only their sense of touch and hearing to guide them.

It had been a while since their friends’ voices had disappeared. Hero had walked so far from the ambush that they could even hear a few birds here and there. If they weren’t going blind, they would’ve called this walk peaceful.

Hero then heard something. The rush of water. They stopped. Yes! Yes, I found it! To their left. The river had to be to their left.

Hero was about to take a step forward when they heard a twig snap. They didn’t know how, they didn’t know why, but they knew the sound wasn’t natural. Something was watching them. No, not something, not an animal. Someone.

“Who’s there?” Hero demanded, turning their head where the sound came from. Nobody answered. Nothing moved. The birds had stopped singing.

Something touched Hero’s cheek. They gasped and threw a punch, but their hand was caught and held firmly. “Who are you?” Hero lowered the arm covering their eyes, putting it over the hilt of their sword, but they didn’t draw it. The mysterious stranger wasn’t attacking them. Hero could feel the other’s breath fall on their bangs. They licked their lips nervously. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

The stranger released the hero’s fist slowly. Hero took it as a gesture of peace and didn’t attack. Instead, they froze as a finger touched their lips in a simple gesture to keep quiet. Hero assumed this was one of their teammates and nodded hesitantly. Had Leader figured out Hero had left and sent someone to find them?

Cold hands rested on their face. The touch was so gentle, they almost leaned into it. “I don’t… Medic?” Hero whispered. She had cold hands. Apparently not, though, because whoever was in front of them didn’t make any other moves and didn’t say a word.

Hero was starting to get nervous. If only they could open their eyes and look. A thumb brushed one of the corners of their eyes. “Leader?” The silence was deafening. Hero reached out and touched the stranger’s face, whose body now went still.

Hero felt their features. Their hair, their eyes, their nose. Their mouth. And the scar that ran across it. If Hero’s eyes were open, they would’ve widened with horror. They felt the mouth form into a smile.

“And here I was enjoying myself.” Supervillain grabbed the hero’s wrists, the touch no longer gentle. “Whatever are you doing out here all alone, sweet thing?”

“You!” Hero gasped and pulled, knowing it was useless. They squinted their eyes open and were met with the very blurry shape of Leader’s sworn enemy looming over them. That was all the hero managed to see before their sight filled with black spots. Fuck. Their eyes got so watery it looked like they were sobbing now. "Let go!"

“Oh, dear. I’m not that horrible looking, now, am I?” The villain laughed and tightened the hold on Hero’s wrists. "You're coming with me."

Fine. If the hero couldn’t hit them with their fists, with their legs it was. They swung a kick and landed a hit. Supervillain hissed. “Is that how you want to play?” The villain growled and before Hero could even think of kicking again, their head was banged against a tree. Supervillain’s hands had let go of Hero’s wrists and grabbed their throat. The villain lifted them up. “Okay, little hero, here’s what’s going to happen.” Hero clawed Supervillain’s hands desperately. “You are coming with me.”

“No.” Hero rasped.

“Yes. And, if you want what’s best for you, you’ll listen to every word I say.”

Hero couldn’t breathe. They reached a hand towards their sword, but the villain caught it too. Even with one hand, the villain still managed to hold the hero up by the throat. The fingers around Hero’s throat squeezed, drawing out a choked whine. Right when their chest felt like exploding, the villain let them go. Hero fell forward, exhausted. “Listen to me,” Supervillain’s breath was right on their ear, “you’re all alone here. My men are busy keeping your team, so no help is coming. You’re entirely at my mercy.” Hero’s eyes were almost wide with panic. They couldn’t see a thing now. “And, by the looks of it, completely blind.” Supervillain chuckled. “How lucky am I, huh?”

Hero made one last half-attempted struggle. Supervillain didn’t even notice. They grabbed Hero by the arm and pulled. “No… no, wait! Please. At least,” their throat tightened, “at least let me wash my eyes, please, I’m-” The words stuck at the back of their throat.

“Oh, sweet thing.” The villain cooed and wiped a tear out of their face. “Are you frightened?”

Yes. They were terrified. Their eyes were open and they couldn’t see a damn thing. They hated how useless they were, how helpless they felt. The weight of the sword on their hip felt like a burden. The hero turned their head towards the ground and bit their bottom lip. They nodded, once. Hero could hear Supervillain’s smile. “Good.” They pulled the hero harshly. “That’s exactly the face I want you making when we face your Leader.”

@jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence @whumplicity so none of you were going to tell me there was a whump event for may? Because my dumbass kept searching for "merry whump of may" but only the event for 2024 came up so I thought there wasn't a may event this year :/ (turns out there was and it was called whumpay but I'm an idiot)

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Scream

“You,” Team Leader growled when the door opened to the room they had been locked in.

“Funny,” Whumper started, lingering in the doorway. “That was my reaction as well when I saw the security footage of you three sneaking into my facility… Leader.” He nodded at them, looking at all three. “Caretaker,” he said casually, in greeting. Then his eyes whisked over Whumpee and a hungry glint lit up in his eyes. “Whumpee. Back out here already, hm? Looks like you made a full recovery?”

“Looks like your nose did, too,” Whumpee fired back, trying to contain their surprise being face to face with him once again. “Did someone set it for you or did you do that yourself?”

At their first meeting, Whumper had severely underestimated Whumpee. After Whumpee broke his nose, that one-on-one quickly turned to a five-on-one. And yes, their broken bones had taken weeks to heal. But Whumper’s broken pride must have taken way longer, and from the looks of it – the man narrowed his eyes – it still hadn’t healed.

He covered it well with a predatory smile, bearing his teeth.

“Oh, it is good to see you again,” he sighed. A short pause. Then he stepped back. “Come with me.”

The atmosphere shifted at that. Whumpee hesitated and glowered at him.

“Don’t make me come get you.”

Caretaker and Team Leader shifted closer, ready to shield them. But Whumpee kept them away. “It’s okay,” they said. “I’ll be okay.”

They didn’t say anything, keeping their eyes on Whumper, but reluctantly stepped aside to let Whumpee pass.

Caretaker’s hand snapped around their wrist as they walked towards Whumper, but very loosely, letting their hand slide through, giving a light squeeze in reassurance, and he only let go when Whumpee’s middle finger slipped from his fingers.

Whumpee had no illusions that this time it was going to be a fair fight.

But maybe… they could slip away, run off? Or distract him so the others could run.

Those plans were dashed as soon as they stepped through the door.

One of Whumper’s henchmen was leaning casually against the wall, and pushed off as soon as he saw Whumpee step into the hall. Without a word, he blocked their path and closed the ranks, keeping them between him and Whumper.

“Where are we going?” Whumpee asked, as Whumper closed the door to their room—cell.

“Not far.”

And indeed, he only took a few steps to a room just on the other side of the hallway, one door down.

“I still need them to be able to hear you,” he said casually, unlocking the door.

Whumpee paled.

“I’m not going to scream for you,” they growled.

“Yes.” Whumper opened the door and let them walk past him into a dark, empty room. “You will.”

Something tingled over the heavy sensation of fear settling in their chest; something prepping them, for what was to come. It was making them even more antsy. Their fight response? Getting them ready? Better not waste it…

They didn’t wait for Whumper to come at them.

Whumpee launched themself at him. Raised an arm, clenched a fist. But before they could strike, a hand clamped around their wrist, pulling them back, stopping them. That goddamn henchman.

Whumper let out a taunting, triumphant little chuckle, but his laugh quickly shifted to an alarmed “Whoa!” when Whumpee, despite being held back, managed to kick him in the stomach.

Not as hard as they would have liked, but hard enough to make him reconsider his odds in this two on one thing.

They slammed an elbow back at the henchman at throat height, and bucked free before he could pull them in and really trap them.

Unfortunately, that kick was a reminder for Whumper not to underestimate them again, and he too struck before Whumpee could come after him. He closed the distance in a step. Two hands tightened in the front of their shirt. Tilted them off balance—

Their world spun as Whumper slammed them hard against the wall with a loud thud to grab the attention of his audience across the hallway. The grunt it punched out wasn’t enough to satisfy his demands for a scream. Not yet. But he could whittle them down. Daze them with a quick barrage.

The tactic worked. Unable to do more than flail against him, Whumpee crashed against the door again, this time with their head, disorienting them even more.

A brutal backhand crashed against their face. They fell back. Stumbled, barely able to stay on their feet. But something caught them. And they landed hard against Henchman’s chest.

They couldn’t break free from Henchman’s grip this time. And didn’t see the punch coming until it connected hard.

Whumper punched them full in the stomach.

It slammed the air from them in a shocked grunt. No screams. Not yet. And they wouldn’t.

They tried to push Whumper away. Regroup. But he didn’t let up.

He grabbed their arm, twisted it to their back in one fluid movement, spun them around, and slammed them face first against the door.

A sharp pain shot through their shoulder as he twisted their arm further up, taking them by surprise, and they let out a yelp.

“Come on…” Whumper tutted. “You can do better.”

His hand was tight enough on their wrist to make the bones crunch against each other. His other was on their face, thumb bruising their cheekbone and pressing their head against the door, while keeping them in place with his body. They bucked against him, fruitlessly, and he responded by twisting their arm tighter.

Slowly, very slowly, he forced their arm further up.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut against the pain. Held back a warbled little cry behind grit teeth.

It slowly build up; from uncomfortable, to concerning, to painful, to unbearab—

“No! N-ghh—Let go!” A strained exhale, closer to a grunt than a yell.

“Almost… keep going.” Spurred on, Whumper pressed up tighter against them.

Whumpee barely registered how he pried their fingers apart until it was too late.

A sharp pain exploded. Their little finger snapped sideways, out of its socket.

And at the same time, he forced their twisted arm up between their shoulder blades in a sharp tug.

Their surprised cry at the sudden sharp pain warped into a scream. Followed by a loud explement.

Immediately, Whumper let go, satisfied. They hoped. Immediate relief washed over them. But Whumper grabbed them forcefully by the shoulders and spun them around, slamming their back against the wall, forcing out another cry.

He got up close with a vicious grin. And covered their mouth with his hand, to their surprise. They panted hard against his palm. He brought a finger to his lips. Then pointed up; behind them.

A muffled banging sounded from outside, across the hallway, accompanied by angry shouting.

“Whumpee?! Whumpee, are you okay?!”

“Whumper you bastard, if you hurt them—"

Fists continued ramming against the door in a frenzied desperation.

“Must be nice, to have your team so concerned about you,” Whumper crooned and removed his hand.

"It is. Not like you would know anything about that," Whumpee spat back.

He sneered a smile. "Let's continue..." He grabbed Whumpee by the front of their shirt and pulled them in close. "You need to know how loved you are."

They teetered and their legs wobbled, pain still zapping through them. But as Whumper let go of them, they struck.

They bit him hard in the wrist.

Whumper roared.

Their cue to bite down even harder and they shook like a rabid dog. To their satisfaction, his howl raised a pitch.

A fist connected hard with their cheekbone and he literally punched them off him.

Whumpee stood, hunched over, breathing hard, but they straightened up a little. They twisted their shoulder, massaged it lightly, testing it. And flashed a smile with bloodied teeth.

Over the panting, they could both clearly hear it.

"Get him, Whumpee!"

"Get his ass!"

The cheers were louder than their concern. Whumpee broke out into a wicked grin.

Whumper looked from his mangled wrist to Whumpee and back. Shock quickly turned to a frenzied rage.

Whumpee spat out a bit of blood. Wiped a thumb over their mouth.

So gross. And definitely life-shortening. Not improving their chances at all. They stood straight, and baited Whumper with a little come-get-me flick of their hand.

… but so worth it.

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Alright b, I’m dropping an ask hero x villain style:

Villain has been working with the heroes for the past couple days to try and take down supervillain. One day, supervillain captures villain and tortured them for a bit before streaming said torture to the heroes, now up to you how the heroes react :) (no worries if you don’t wanna!)

this is one of the bEST TROPES EVER *screams* anyway I hope you like it :D

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“Sorry, boss, we can’t find them,” Teammate said, slumping down onto the couch, exhausted.

Medic tapped their foot in aggravation. “I knew they’d turn on us. We were stupid to trust a villain.”

“We don’t know that, Medic,” Hero said pointedly, but their own heart was sinking. It felt like a sharper betrayal than it should have, for Villain to just leave. It would make sense if they’d just done it for information and left when they got what they needed--it would certainly add up with their previous actions. But Hero didn’t want to believe it. They’d seemed so genuine, the way they'd begged Hero for help. The way they seethed when even mentioning Supervillain, and contributed ideas Hero would never have even thought of. Hero had always admired their genius, but seeing how their mind worked up close had been intoxicating.

“Hero?” Youngest turned in their swivel chair, arm poised slightly in the air like they were still in school. “We’re getting an incoming link to a livestream.”

Hero closed their eyes, a headache building behind their forehead. “Youngest, I can’t deal with that right--”

“It’s from Supervillain.”

They shot upright. “Open it.”

Teammate and Hero walked over to hover by the screen as Youngest clicked on the link that filled the screen with a shot of Supervillain’s smug face. “Very kind of you to join us, Hero and company. I don’t believe we’ve talked before. Now, I’ve generally stayed out of your way, but I’ve noticed that recently you’ve gotten a bit chummy with a mutual friend of ours.”

Medic huffed from where they were sitting. Hero shushed them without taking their eyes off the screen.

Supervillain continued. “So I wanted to remedy that as quickly as I could.” They started walking, and the camera followed them, panning over to Villain, gagged and bound to a chair.

A collective gasp went up from the team, and Medic came over, stiffening at what they saw.

“I’m not sure what this dear has told you to get you to help them,” Supervillain said, resting a hand on top of Villain’s head. Villain looked murderous. “But I can assure you that you have no stakes in this fight. If you continue to go against me, I will do to each of you what I’m about to do to your new colleague Villain.”

Hero’s hand gripped the back of Youngest’s chair so tightly it hurt.

Seemingly finished speaking, Supervillain was handed a heavy metal rod by someone off-screen. They gave it a testing swing, and Hero’s heart tightened at Villain’s instinctive flinch even though they were resolutely keeping their eyes on the camera.

Then Superhero hit Villain’s upper arm with it, and they crumpled forward, screaming around the gag. Villain took in a deep breath that shuddered their shoulders enough for the camera to see, and straightened.

Superhero laughed. “A stoic one, aren’t they? We’ll see how long it takes them to start begging.”

The rod slammed into Villain’s arm again, just below the last spot, and Villain bit down on the gag to keep from yelling. Superhero paused, staring down at the metal rod appraisingly, then handed it back off to whoever else was there. “Heat that up for me.”

Teammate hissed through their teeth. Hero felt like they were going to be sick.

They turned back and smirked at the camera. “In the meantime, let's try out something else. Did you know, Hero, that our little Villain here is deathly afraid of drowning?” They laughed, like it was the silliest thing in the world, but Hero could only see how Villain’s eyes widened, hands jerking against the ropes tying them down before they flinched at the pain that caused their injured arm.

Supervillain took a bucket from the corner, pulling a soaked towel out from it.

Hero couldn’t help but think about Villain having to sit there while Supervillain set this all up, knowing what was coming and just stewing in the terror of it. They wanted to slit Supervillain’s throat.

Villain was very clearly trying not to react as Supervillain approached them, jerking their head back by their hair and sliding the gag down to hang around their neck.

“Anything to say to Hero’s team before we get started?” Supervillain asked. Villain just stared at them. Supervillain shrugged and slapped the wet towel over their mouth and nose, keeping a hand in their hair to hold them still when they started thrashing. Supervillain managed to grab the bucket from the floor and pour a stream of water over Villain's face. They made a wet choking sound as they inhaled water.

Hero suddenly felt a hand on their arm, snapping them to attention. Youngest was standing beside them, looking worried. “Hero, you look really pale. I think you need to sit down.”

“I’m fine. Villain is the one--” The words died in their throat as they looked back to the screen where Villain was hacking water onto the floor while Supervillain hovered over them, the towel freshly soaked and held at the ready. “You said this was live?”

“Yes,” Youngest agreed hesitantly. They tried to sneakily move Hero towards the chair they’d gotten out of.

Hero jerked back. “I’m fine. Really.”

Medic put a hand on their shoulder. “You’re not doing Villain any good if you faint, boss.”

But their words were drowned out by Villain’s strangled cry as their air was smothered once again by water. The world seemed to fade in and out; all that existed was the fact that they hadn’t protected Villain enough and now they were being tortured.

They realized Medic was still talking and swept their hand away. “Stop trying to make it seem like this is okay! They’re being hurt because I failed, and I can’t fail them again. I don’t have time to not be okay, when they need me to be a leader.”

Wet coughs came from the camera, only to be immediately swallowed by the squelch of water being sucked into someone’s lungs. The sound brought tears to Hero’s eyes. Youngest was looking to the other two uncertainly after Hero’s outburst.

Medic glared at them. “Hero, you aren’t even steady on your feet right now. If you don’t sit down I’m going to sedate you and we’ll go after Supervillain ourselves.”

“Which we all know we wouldn’t succeed at,” Teammate added under their breath. Medic pushed Hero into the chair, and they all crowded around the screen again.

Supervillain had abandoned the water bucket in favor of a small taser. “I’ve always wondered what would happen if I electrocuted someone who was soaked. Got anything to say yet, Villain?”

Villain’s eyes were red, hair dripping down their face. They wouldn’t look at the camera anymore. But they still didn’t answer. Their steadying breath turned into a hacking cough as more water worked its way out of their lungs, and Supervillain didn’t even wait until they were done coughing before sticking the taser into their skin. Villain jerked, a scream tearing out of their mouth.

Hero suddenly felt a rush of nausea. “I’m gonna kill Supervillain.”

“Darn right we are,” Teammate readily agreed.

It took four more excruciatingly long shocks with jerking muscles and cut-off screams before Supervillain stopped. But then it got worse. Because they reached back off-screen and accepted the rod back from the other person--but this time the end was white-hot.

Tears were pouring down Villain’s face at this point, and they quailed at the sight.

“Don’t,” Hero breathed, but of course, it didn’t matter.

“Remember that this is your fault, Hero,” Supervillain called to the screen, moving around behind Villain so the camera had a perfect view of their face. They placed a hand firmly on Villain’s shoulder, who flinched. “Got anything to add, Villain?”

Villain ground their teeth, but this time they spoke. “Hero will come for me.”

Supervillain laughed, throwing their head back. “You know, I genuinely hope they do. I think I’d go after Youngest next. They look like they’d break well.”

Youngest’s breath caught in their throat, and Teammate put a protective hand on their shoulder.

Then Supervillain pressed the blazing rod against Villain’s neck and down their chest, holding their head still by their hair. Villain’s mouth opened in a gruesome, silent shriek, and Supervillain laughed.

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Whumpril 2026 - unnecessary risks

“What if I brought all this down upon you all, huh, Supervillain? What if?” Hero forced a huge smile on their face as the room’s lights flickered with unwanted energy. Hero watched their team, which was behind Supervillain, tied up on their knees, and giggled at Sidekick’s small flinch. So scared and for what. They were doing all this to save them. “Now wouldn’t that be funny.”

“You wouldn’t.” Supervillain only smiled, a possessive hand on Leader’s head. “I have the feeling you don’t recognize how much is at stake, my dear.” He gestured at the team held hostage by his goons.

“No, I don’t think you recognize,” Hero took a deep breath before letting out a small giggle, “the massive elephant in the room. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were never supposed to find us. I-we failed.” Their breath hitched. “So, one must take responsibility for their crimes.”

“And take your friends down with you?” Supervillain chuckled. “I didn’t expect this behavior from a hero. Least of all you.”

Now what was that supposed to mean. The electricity around Hero crackled. One of the light bulbs exploded.

Leader surged forward before he was stopped by Supervillain’s hand on his hair. “Hero, stop this!”

“Please, Hero, it’s gonna be okay.” One of Hero’s other teammates looked at them with concern… which was unwanted, and it only aggravated them more.

“Let me do my thing.”

“Hero, there are innocent people in this building.” Leader growled. “Don’t take unnecessary risks.”

“I know what I’m doi-”

“Oh, relax, would you.” Supervillain had the nerve to laugh and clench his fist around Leader’s hair. The captive hero gritted his teeth. “Can’t you tell they’re bluffing?” They gave Hero a knowing look. “You’re not fooling anyone, my dear. I know you heroes, I know all your rules, your moral codes, your ethics. I’ve been dealing with your kind since-”

Hero snapped their fingers. The air buzzed and a surge of energy flashed across all their faces. Multiple of Supervillain’s goons gasped, and a few jumped and yelped when they were shocked. So did one of their teammates. Hero ignored that last part. “Hehe, got a few.” They smiled.

“Hero!” Sidekick pointed at Sniper in the back, horrified.

“Oh, calm down, they’re alive. I told you, I know what I’m doing.”

Sniper’s whole body twitched.

The hero had no idea what they were doing. They only had one goal in mind and that was getting their team back, go back home and pretend this whole mission-gone-wrong thing never happened.

Sniper groaned and Hero fought the urge to run and help. They told themselves they'd be fine. All heroes had personalized medics back at the base anyways. And this was a last resort, Hero was sure their team would understand why they were acting this way. It's not like the hero was hurting them on purpose.

Sure, they could give back the documents they stole from the villain, but after what their team went through to get those damned papers, Hero refused to even let those go. They had a goal in mind and, unfortunately, it involved those cursed papers too.

Besides, Hero has had this power for years, they had it all under control. Sure, electricity was impossible to control in general, and fatal, should one start randomly generating it with no concrete target… kind of what Hero was doing right now. But it didn’t matter. They had it all under control. They knew what they were doing. They had a goal in mind.

Supervillain's disbelieving laugh brought Hero back in the real world. They saw the villain purse his lips. “A fine little show, but you don’t really expect me to believe-”

Another wave of lightning, a bigger one. All the people in the room curled into one another. Hero thought they heard screaming in the distance.

“Hero, there are innocent people in these building!” Sidekick scolded.

Hero shrugged. “Small sacrifices, I guess.”

“Hero!” Leader looked at them, horrified. Hero’s chest would’ve stung at the look he gave them, but they had other things to worry about now.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” They shifted their focus on Supervillain, who had a small frown upon his brow. His hand had left Leader’s ruffled hair, taking a more guarded stance. Finally taking them seriously, huh. “I am leaving and taking my team with me. Or else I’m going down.” They grinned. “And taking everyone in this room with me.”

The villain stared at them for a few long moments. Then he straightened up and smiled. “No, I’d rather you see this through the end.”

Hero blinked. “Very well then.”

Even Hero was blinded by the flash their power caused.

@whumplicity @jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence I present you my mentally unstable hero

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Prompt 12

Supervillain's telekinetic powers were no joke. Sidekick's hands shook as they held the gun, aiming but not daring to shoot. Not with Hero held by the villain's powers at the edge of the building, bruised and broken. Not even Hero could withstand a fall that high.

"Ah-ah-ah. Shoot me, little one, and your darling mentor falls. Give me what I want, and I'll give them back to you unharmed... well, more than they already are." Supervillain gave Sidekick a dark smile.

Sidekick hesitated. There had to be a way out of this, there had to! If they gave Supervillain what he wanted, then all heroes would be put at risk. A drop of sweat slid down their cheek. "Stall..." Sidekick jumped at the villain's voice, "and I squeeze the eyeballs out of them."

One small gesture was all it took for Hero to scream in pain.

@jumpywhumpywriter @whumplicity here you go

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ok I know I reblogged this already but it’s been buzzing in my mind so I’m going to expand on the prompt. (Side note: I switch between using supervillain and villain to refer to the antagonist of this. Despite the two “names” it’s just one Villian. I’m lazy 😅)

~~~ sidekicks heart clenched as hero screamed and all they could do was stare. Supervillain glared and twitched their finger, making hero screamed louder

“STOP! Stop, please, I’ll tell you what you want” the words fell out of their mouth before they could stop them. Hero stopped screaming, panting as the pain faded and Supervillain smirked

“there’s a good little sidekick” villain purred, “now give me the information that I want”

sidekick stared at hero. They were still hovering dangerously over the edge, their toes just grazing the surface of the roof. Supervillain held their body to hover in an impossibly diagonal lean. Villian keeping their arms tight to their chest and completely immobile.

sidekicks breath shook as they spoke “I will. But you have to bring them away from the edge. Over the roof, with ground under them, so I know you won’t just drop them when you have what you want”

Villain chuckled smiling cruelly “What makes you think, I have to do anything?”

Sidekick thought fast, they had to get hero out of danger and they didn’t have much time “Because if you don’t. Then I won’t tell you” sidekicks voice broke and they inhaled quickly before they continued “and then you’ll kill them. And you’ll never get any information out of me, out of either of us then”

Villian slowly started to close their hand into a fist, and it looked as if the telekinesis magic was compressing hero from all sides. They wheezed out a groan and sidekick’s heart rate spiked with panic.

”I highly highly doubt you and hero are the only ones with information I want” Villian said coldly “I will get the information one way or another”

“yes. You’re right” Sidekick conceded “but how long will it take you to find someone else with access to the information? How long will it take to track them down? To get the information out of them?” They really hopped their fear didn’t show through their voice, but they had a feeling their voice was shaking like a leaf, just like their hand that still held gun trained on Villain. “But I’m here. Now. And I’ll tell you. All you have to do is move them where it’s safe”

Villain tiled their head in amused consideration

“You’re a good negotiator little ‘hero’, I’ll give you that. It’s a good skill to have, you’d make a fine ally someday” slowly he waved his hand forward and hero floated to the center of the roof.

sidekick let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding and lowered their gun, eyes fixed on their mentor.

unseen by sidekick the villain smirked and jerked his hand back

Hero was dragged quickly back, zipping back over the void of air beyond the building at such speed they cried out as the jerky movement aggravated their injuries

“NO” Sidekick cried lunging forward uselessly. Hero was too far, they would fall and there would be nothing Sidekick could do

but Hero stopped. they didn’t fall

Villain laughed loud and hard as they approached Sidekick, who fell to their knees with a muffled sob as hero was pulled back over the building, still hovering a few feet off the ground. “Just reminding you who holds the power here little hero.”

Villain gripped Sidekicks jaw and simultaneously kicked the gun out from underneath them. Villian tilted Sidekicks head up to look at them, “if you try anything stupid, or refuse to give me the information, I have the ability to throw Hero off, even from ‘safe’ distance to the edge”

Sidekick looked at hero out of the corner of their eye and nodded. Villian let go of their head and allowed them to stand. Sidekick took a deep shaky breath and steeled themself stepping closer to villain, ready to tell them the secret.

“sidekick…. don’t” Hero wheezed

Sidekick looked up at Hero, their gaze broken and sad. They reached up and gently laid their hand on Hero’s calf, which hovered limply at about shoulder height.

“I’m sorry Hero….”

before sidekick could change their mind they stepped forward and begin to whisper in villains ear. Hero struggled under the telekinesis, desperately trying to get free to no avail. “no! Sidekick don’t” they called out, their voice weak with exhaustion and pain, trying desperately to stop Sidekick from revealing the sensitive information.

Villain chuckled, low and satisfied, and sidekick stepped away, head hung in shame. Villain patted them on the side of their cheek condescendingly “thank you little hero. You’ve been very helpful”

with that, Villian released Hero, letting them fall to the floor. Sidekick dove to Hero’s side, hastily checking their injuries as Hero groaned and coughed. Villain smirked at the pair over their shoulder, and took the opportunity to make their escape.

Hero shoved Sidekicks panicked hands away forcing air into broken ribs and bruised lungs

“Why would you do that!? My life isn’t worth the hundreds of hero’s you just sacrificed” pain and betrayal clouded their words

Sidekicks just reached for them trying to get the to stop moving. Hero kept pushing them away

“please Hero…”

“stop! You traitor!” Hero tried to push themself up. They needed to follow Villian. Stop them from hurting others. Repair the damage that sidekick had just made. Pain shot through their arms and they let out a pained gasp, and tears began to pour down their face

Sidekick froze at their words, a heartbroken expression crossing their face. When Hero gasped in pain it snapped sidekick back to reality. They lunged forward and buried their face into Hero’s chest, pinning their arms to their side in a bear hug. Hero flinched and cried in pain at the touch, they moved their arms up to pry Sidekick away but sidekick spoke before they could, the sound muffled by their chest.

“I didn’t tell them”

“what??”

“I didn’t tell them. I gave them a decoy.” Sidekicks voice was raw and broken and so scared through Hero’s shirt. Hero sat panting, confused, and exhausted. They didn’t know what to say, or honestly if they even could anymore. Everything hurt so bad.

Sidekick looked up into Hero’s eyes, tears pouring down their face, all their emotions crashing into them at once.

“I had to make it believable… Hero I’m so sorry-“

suddenly their comm crackled to life

“-HERO, Hero?! Sidekick! Do you read me!” Technician cried into their ears. Hero winced and groaned at the volume. Their comms had gone out just before the fight with Villain started. Technician had obviously gotten them back operational.

Sidekick fumbled to answer “Tech! You got the coms working! We’re alive, Hero’s hurt pretty bad. yo-“

“Crap! I was trying to warn you that Villain was near by when coms cut. I was starting to think the worst! I can get you an extraction, give me a minute”

“No. Tech listen” as they spoke Sidekick gently helped Hero lie back down “I’ve got Hero, you need to tell Other sidekick that our idea just became a plan. Then you two need to warn Other hero and their team that Supervillain is heading to their spare warehouse Right Now.” Sidekick spoke into the comm urgently

“what??” Technician’s response cracked through “I thought you said that wouldn’t work?”

“it might not but it’s all I could think of in the moment” sidekick replied sheepishly “just make sure Other hero knows what’s happening?”

“You got it Si, take care of eachother, l’ll keep in contact” the line went quiet as Technician went to go set the impromptu plan in motion.

Hero was staring at them from where they lay, their breathing labored. Sidekick stared back, worried, and stressed.

“you set them up” hero murmured quietly. Their voice to full of pain and exhaustion to discern their tone. Sidekick nodded. “Something like that. Usually that implies something already planned. I had to improvise”

Hero huffed “that was ballsy. Stupid don’t get me wrong. But brave” the groaned as they shifted from their side to their back, splaying out on the cool concrete starfish style “oof yea they definitely broke my rib. Maybe more than one.”

Sidekick whimpered in worry, shrinking in on themselves. “Maybe I should have asked Tech for that extraction…”

“no you were right. The dangers past and it doesn’t feel like anything fatal. Technician and Other Sidekick need to focus on other things right now” Hero kept their voice low as they spoke, trying to keep from moving their chest

Sidekick looked out over the edge of the rooftop where Villian had disappeared. “I just hope it wasn’t a mistake” they whispered

“it’ll be ok kid. Other Hero is smart, they’ll figure it out.” Hero was cut off as their body shook with a violent cough and blood dripped out of the side of their mouth.

“We need to get you help…”

Hero shook their head and seemed to regret it immediately, wincing. “There’s no way I can handle moving right now. Give me-“ he winced again “a few minutes”

Sidekick hated seeing their mentor is pain like this. And hated even more there wasn’t anything they could do to help. But no matter how much they disliked it, there was nothing they could do but wait. So they laid down next to Hero and pressed themselves to their side. Hero winced and flinched at their touch but let them press close, draping an injured arm over their shoulders.

~~~~~ leaving the rest of this semi open ended! Like what happens with Other Hero and if Hero is ok or not.

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Prompt 12

Supervillain's telekinetic powers were no joke. Sidekick's hands shook as they held the gun, aiming but not daring to shoot. Not with Hero held by the villain's powers at the edge of the building, bruised and broken. Not even Hero could withstand a fall that high.

"Ah-ah-ah. Shoot me, little one, and your darling mentor falls. Give me what I want, and I'll give them back to you unharmed... well, more than they already are." Supervillain gave Sidekick a dark smile.

Sidekick hesitated. There had to be a way out of this, there had to! If they gave Supervillain what he wanted, then all heroes would be put at risk. A drop of sweat slid down their cheek. "Stall..." Sidekick jumped at the villain's voice, "and I squeeze the eyeballs out of them."

One small gesture was all it took for Hero to scream in pain.

@jumpywhumpywriter @whumplicity here you go

[writinggremln]

What do you enjoy about villain whump?

Well, villains are usually either cold, cruel, calculating characters that refuse to show basic human emotions to anyone (and hate showing vulnerability), or they're like chaotic, cocky, sadistic characters (who are always smiling and don't show their true feelings to anyone).

And I know there are lots of villain characters that don't fit into these types, like for example the forced-to-be-a-villain trope, but the ones I prefer to be whumped are the types stated above.

Basically I like when those types of villains are hurt and lonely and have hit so rock bottom that they have nowhere else to go... except their nemesis' house, of course. The concept of a hero or sidekick or whoever those villains have been bothering (read: traumatizing) forced to take care of these villains (because heroes are always so compassionate, aren't they) scratches a good itch in my brain. Because this is when those villain start to slowly genuinely care for their caretakers, starting their redemption arcs, which are always peak in my opinion.

Short answer: I like when villains are forced to show vulnerability or real pain and anguish and fear by whumpy means.

[writinggremln]

Prompt 11

"No, Hero! No!" Villain screamed desperately through the gag. They hadn't shoved the cloth in correctly so they had to take the chance. They had to warn Hero, who was sure to be nearby. "Don't come here, no!"

Unfortunately, and predictably, Supervillain didn't approve.

"Put that thing in properly." They growled and the henchmen currently holding their friend flinched. "Now."

Reluctantly, even as the villain thrashed while screaming, they pushed the cloth deep into Villain's mouth. Villain's voice became chocked and garbled, drool starting to pool in the corner of their mouth.

At some point, Supervillain must've approached them, as they were now hovering over Villain, who was having difficulty breathing.

Supervillain crouched down, waving their henchmen away. "Look here." They put a finger on the cloth. "You pull that stunt again," they snarled as they shoved the disgusting thing even deeper. Villain's eyes went wide as it touched the back of their throat. Immediately, their body convulsed as they choked, shivering.

"...you will suffer an even worser fate than what I have planned for you now, you backstabbing piece of shit."

In the distance, they heard Hero scream.

[whumplicity]

『 Enemies with Benefits 』

II. Sorry About the Ceiling

read part one here

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IT IS MY BIRTHDAY 🎂 I am on my 26th rotation around the sun 🥹🥹🥹

And instead of being normal I am deciding to post an update instead because I make EXCELLENT life choices 😍🥰 Please consider this extra-fucking-long chapter my gift to you (and myself)

With love ❤❤❤

*~*~*~*

The guards were enormous.

They filled the doorway as they shoved them forward, rough hands at their backs and fists tangled in fabric. A rough bandage had already been slapped around the villain’s side somewhere along the way, the cloth darkening by the second.

One drove the hero ahead with a heavy palm between their shoulder blades, while another yanked the villain along by the collar. They stumbled over the threshold together, boots skidding on uneven stone.

“Careful,” the hero warned—

And then the guards released them.

The iron door slammed shut behind them, bolts slamming into place one by one with a heavy, echoing finality.

The hero caught themselves on one knee.

The villain, however, was not so fortunate.

They hit the opposite wall hard, the sound of bone striking stone sharp in the enclosed space, and then slowly slid down it, leaving a dark smear in their wake before settling in a crooked heap on the floor.

For a second, the only light came from the narrow viewing slot in the door, spilling in a thin bar across the ground.

It cut across the hero’s back as they stood.

They rolled one shoulder, wincing faintly, then let out a breath that almost resembled a laugh. “Well,” they said lightly, dusting their hands together, “as you said, that could’ve gone worse.”

The corridor outside echoed with the guard’s retreating footsteps, heavy and unhurried.

The hero glanced over their shoulder. “Did you see their face when you shot at—”

They let out a quiet huff, something almost like reluctant admiration slipping through. “I thought they were going to pop a vein.”

No response.

The hero leaned back against the door with a sigh, the light behind them outlining their figure in pale gold. “I mean, Villain, really, what was the plan there? Let’s antagonise the armed billionaire in their own home!”

They snorted, running their fingers distractedly through their hair. “Ah, right. Classic strategy. How could I forget?”

Still nothing.

The hero frowned.

“Hey.”

They pushed off the door and crossed the cell in a few easy steps. “You okay, or are you planning to milk this for sympathy later?”

The villain’s head was tipped forward, chin nearly touching their chest. Their breathing came shallow and irregular, each inhale fighting its way in.

Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage the guards had roughly wrapped around their side, darkening the fabric in the low light.

“Villain.”

The joke drained from the hero’s face.

They crouched, fingers catching the villain’s shoulder to jostle them lightly. The body that slumped against their grip was heavier than expected, all resistance gone.

The villain’s lashes fluttered.

For a moment, their vision was nothing but blur and light. The world swam in and out of focus until it settled—crookedly—on the figure kneeling in front of them. The hero’s silhouette was haloed by that thin slice of corridor light, edges bright, face shadowed.

“You—” the villain breathed. “…Hero?”

“Yes, it’s me, I’m here—hey. Hey? Villain? …Vil? Public nuisance. Can you hear me?”

The villain tried to straighten and failed. Their hand twitched uselessly at their side before slipping away, leaving fresh red in its wake.

The hero followed the motion and stilled.

The blood wasn’t slowing.

It had soaked through everything, crept down fabric, pooled beneath them in a slow, steady spread. Every uneven breath reopened what the superhero’s bullet had torn through.

The hero swallowed.

“Damn…” they muttered to themselves. “Das not good.”

No familiar smirk answered that.

The villain’s head rolled faintly against the stone. Their eyes were glassy now, struggling to stay fixed on anything. The light behind the hero fractured into pieces.

“Hold on,” the hero muttered. “Hey—Villain—”

They slid an arm behind their back, hauling them upright before they could slump sideways. The motion tore a small, involuntary sound from the villain’s throat.

The hero felt it like a hook under their ribs.

“Hey.” Their hand came up, patting the villain’s cheek once, then harder. “Open your eyes.”

The villain obeyed, barely. Their lashes trembled with the effort. 

“Tired,” they managed, voice fading at the edges.

“No.” The word came out too fast. “No, you’re not.”

They pressed their palm to the soaked bandage and felt heat beneath it. Too much of it. The wet warmth seeped between their fingers.

The hero closed their eyes.

For one suspended second, they hesitated.

Could they call for help? The villain was fading fast. They could summon the guards stationed just outside. They were so close.

—And yet so far. They’d take one look at the villain and laugh in their face, leave them to bleed out while the hero watched helplessly, wouldn’t they?

…Right. Of course they would.

The hero exhaled sharply. Healing this was going to hurt like a bitch.

It always did.

“Fantastic,” they muttered under their breath.

They shifted, pulling the villain closer into their lap. The villain slumped forward against them without resistance, their sweat-soaked shirt dampening the hero’s shoulder almost immediately. 

One hand fisted in the fabric, yanking it up enough to expose the wound while the other tore the ruined bandage away. Fresh blood welled up, hot and slick, and they braced the villain against them with one arm as their palm settled flat over the torn flesh.

“Don’t,” the villain almost begged, trying weakly to push them away.

“You lost your voting rights when you got yourself shot,” the hero bit out.

The air in the cell turned thick and metallic, humming faintly as green light flowed from the hero’s palm into the torn flesh, spiraling outward in threads that wrapped around them both and illuminated them against the darkness of the cell.

Outside, boots approached.

Neither of them noticed.

The glow deepened, bright and electric, pulsing with the hero’s erratic heartbeat. The villain’s body arched weakly under their grip, breath snagging in their chest as ruined muscle drew together, as if stitched by invisible hands. The hero bowed over them, jaw clenched so tight a vein stood out along their temple.

Footsteps stopped just beyond the door.

A low murmur. A bored voice. The scrape of a clipboard changing hands.

“Rotation,” someone muttered.

“Yeah, yeah. Anything exciting?”

“Just Boss’ favourites.”

A quiet snort.

Inside, the villain’s breath caught hard in their chest as the last of the wound sealed. The green light flared once—brighter, almost violent—before sinking inward and disappearing.

The recoil struck like a blade sliding home, even as the hero expected it.

They folded inward with a strangled gasp as pain bloomed through their side, hot and invasive, spreading in a widening stain beneath their shirt. Their fingers spasmed where they clutched the villain’s abdomen, nails digging unintentionally into newly healed skin hard enough to draw a hiss before the grip slackened slightly—though they didn’t let go.

Outside, the departing guards’ footsteps faded up the corridor.

A new set remained.

The cell settled into silence.

The villain lay limp for a heartbeat too long.

Then—

A slow, full inhale expanded their chest.

The hero didn’t immediately register it. Their forehead was nearly resting against the villain’s shoulder now, their breathing shallow and uneven as they forced themself to stay upright through sheer stubbornness.

The villain stirred first, their lashes fluttering.

Their focus sharpened as they slowly regained their bearings, shifting as a hand moved to their abdomen instinctively. Fingers brushed their shirt, matted with dried blood, then slid beneath it—

—and stopped.

No wound.

Their fingers pressed again, harder.

Nothing.

They looked up.

The hero was still half-curled over them, breathing shallow, blood spreading through their shirt in a mirror of what had just vanished from the villain’s own body.

The villain’s gaze dropped—

—and stilled on the hero’s hands.

Angry red marks marred their palms, darkening along the fingertips like they’d been burned from the inside out.

Oh.

“…What did you do?” the villain said hoarsely.

Their eyes dragged over the blood, the burns, the shaking hands—

“…You idiot.”

The hero forced a smile. Judging by the result, their face strongly disagreed with the idea. “You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“You’re alive. That counts.”

“That’s debatable.”

The hero tried to pull back, but the villain caught their wrists—careful not to touch the burns—and held them fast, watching them carefully.

“Easy,” the villain said, and for once the word carried no mockery. They shifted their weight, letting the hero lean into them instead of the other way around. “You’re bleeding everywhere.”

At this rate, the hero’s eyes were going to get stuck in the back of their head.

“Yes, that tends to happen,” they commented dryly.

“I’ll take care of you,” the villain said cheerfully.

“Like hell you will,” the hero yelled, appalled. Bloody hell, they were definitely dying in here!

The villain didn’t reply immediately, their gaze dropping to the spreading red beneath the hero’s shirt and lingering there a fraction too long. Their grip tightened, thumb pressing near the edge of the stain.

Something like unease flickered across their expression, gone almost as soon as it appeared.

The hero frowned faintly. “What?”

“Nothing,” the villain said quickly—too quickly.

Their eyes lifted again. Whatever had been there a moment ago vanished behind something more familiar, and the edge of a smile returned—smaller, sharper.

“Well,” they said lightly, brushing nonexistent dust from the hero’s shoulder, “this complicates things.”

The hero squinted at them, studying them like they didn’t quite trust what they were seeing.

“Okay… So. What were you doing here?”

The villain grinned. “In a closet?”

The hero held back the urge to reach out and just strangle the villain. “In my boss’ house,” they bit out instead, “with the alarms disabled and security missing and all. You weren’t snooping for fun.”

The villain tilted their head, considering them as if weighing how much to offer. 

“You wound me,” they sighed dramatically at last, turning away and conveniently hiding their face from the hero. “I always snoop for fun.”

“Don’t.”

The villain’s gaze sharpened for a split second, before their usual easy arrogance slid back into place. The hero caught it.

“Fine,” the villain sighed, leaning back against the wall.

They shifted awkwardly as they did, clearly not as steady as they were pretending to be. Healing or not, the blood loss had left them sluggish; the movement taking longer than it should have. They dragged the hero with them, pulling them down so they were half-leaning against the villain’s shoulder.

“Oi! —Watch it—”

The villain already tugged the edge of their shirt aside.

“I was looking for something.”

The hero stilled their fidgeting. “What?”

The villain didn’t answer immediately. Their fingers pressed experimentally against the blood blooming through the hero’s shirt and they let out a pained hiss, swatting the hand away.

“A trinket.” A shrug.

The villain’s other hand moved to their own sleeve. The fabric was stiff with dried blood nearer the cuff, but higher up it was still intact. They caught the seam between their teeth and yanked, tearing off a long strip with a rough rip that echoed faintly in the small cell.

“Important to someone,” they continued, voice steady despite the way they had to pause for a breath. “Not you,” they clarified.

“That narrows it down to literally the entire planet.”

The villain’s grin sharpened at that—familiar, almost fond—even as their hands began wrapping the torn fabric firmly around the hero’s side.

“See? This is why I keep you around.” They pulled the strip tighter.

The hero hissed. “Careful—”

“Stop moving.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.”

They pulled the bandage tighter.

“Are you tryna fucking kill me?!?”

“Finishing the job,” the villain snickered.

The hero shifted slightly against the wall, breath tight. “You didn’t answer me. What was it?”

A beat.

The villain sobered, tying the cloth off with fingers that were just slightly slower than usual. The knot held firm after a second attempt.

Then they glanced toward the door as if checking the time, before looking back at the hero.

“Let’s call it… a contingency plan.” They gave the bandage one last testing press. “Small. Discreet. Powerful enough to make very rich people nervous.”

The hero’s stomach tightened.

“You found it?” they asked quietly.

The villain’s gaze lingered on them for a long second.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”

Now the hero was really going to strangle them. “Alright, look at these hands very carefully, you little shit—”

“Touching,” a voice drawled from just outside the cell.

Both of them jerked.

The villain’s head snapped toward the door so fast it was almost comical, shoulders tensing as if bracing for another shot.

A shadow shifted behind the narrow viewing slot.

“You two done cuddling?” the guard continued lazily. “Or should I give you a minute?”

The villain stared at the door.

Not startled, exactly.

But their expression tightened—recognition flickering across their features before being hurriedly smoothed away.

“…Do I know you?” they called back, tone returning to airy indifference a fraction too late.

A soft chuckle answered them.

“Oh,” the guard said. “You might.”

The hero felt the villain’s hand curl slightly against their sleeve.

The guard didn’t move from the door, and for a long moment, neither did the villain. They only leaned back against the wall, like someone waiting for a train that was mildly late, arms folded, expression irritatingly calm.

Then, (to the hero’s alarm) a soft huff of laughter escaped them.

“Of course,” the villain murmured.

The hero glanced between the door and the villain, brow furrowing.

Metal scraped softly.

The viewing slot slid open just enough for one sharp eye to peer through.

“You look terrible,” the guard said conversationally.

The villain’s mouth twitched upward. “You’re late.”

“Traffic.”

The hero blinked slowly. “I’m sorry, what—”

The lock disengaged.

Quietly at first, then with a sequence of heavy mechanical clicks. One bolt slid back, then another, until the door that had sounded so final minutes ago gave a reluctant creak and swung inward.

The guard stepped inside and shut it behind them softly.

Up close, the uniform was spotless, pressed so sharply it looked untouched by the rest of the house.

“You’re bleeding,” the guard observed, nodding towards the hero.

“’S not my fault,” the hero scowled.

The villain pushed off the wall and rose to their feet (with surprising ease for someone who had been bleeding out on the floor not long ago), striding forward and clapping the guard on the shoulder like they’d just met for drinks instead of a prison break.

“You disabled the cameras?”

“For the next four minutes,” the guard replied. “After that I’d prefer not to test Superhero’s patience.”

The hero straightened abruptly, eyes narrowing at the villain suspiciously. “Since when are you all buddy-buddy with Superhero’s people?”

The guard smiled.

It was familiar.

The villain’s grin widened.

“Superhero’s people?” the guard echoed lightly. “Oh, sweetheart.”

The villain brushed past the hero and headed for the door. “Try to keep up,” they said, smirking over their shoulder. “This one’s mine.”

The hero stared.

“You have a plant.”

“A henchman,” the villain corrected.

The henchman was already scanning the hallway. “Now that you mention it, you won’t be seeing me around again anytime soon, Boss,” they murmured as they stepped carefully outside. “Superhero’s starting to suspect me. Not anything huge—they’re just… restricting my assignments, double-checking where I go, asking a lot of pointed questions about who I meet, which missions I take. Little things. Enough to make me twitchy.”

The villain laughed, shaking their head. “Ah, subtle pressure. My favourite form of scrutiny. Keeps life interesting.”

The hero frowned, crossing their arms. “So basically, you’re on probation?”

“Something like that,” the henchman said with a dry chuckle, glancing back at the villain. “I fudge a detail here, deflect a question there… but they’re paying attention now.”

The villain gave a soft whistle, ducking under the low cell door and brushing past the henchman, just enough to peer out into the corridor with wide eyes. “Ah, so Superhero’s watching you as much as I’m watching them. I like it.”

Unlike the dungeon, the rest of the house felt… absurdly comfortable. Warm lights lined the walls, the thick carpet muffled their footsteps, and paintings rattled faintly as they moved past.

“All clear,” the henchman said.

The villain followed, then cast a questioning glance back when the hero didn’t.

“I just—need a second.” The hero steeled themselves, pushing off the wall.

Their legs nearly folded under them.

The villain clicked their tongue.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Before the hero could protest, the villain slid an arm firmly around their waist and hauled them upright.

The hero stiffened. “I can walk, idiot!”

“I’m sure you can,” the villain replied easily, steering them towards the door anyway. “Just maybe not quickly.”

Voices echoed somewhere deeper in the house.

“And right now,” the villain added, “speed is really the theme of the evening.”

The henchman waved impatiently. “Move.”

They hurried down the corridor together.

The hero limped, propped up whether they liked it or not. The villain kept up a firm pace beside them, steering them through hallway after hallway after the henchman. Warm light from the wall sconces stretched their shadows across the polished floor.

“You could’ve mentioned the backup plan,” the hero said, breathless.

“And ruin the surprise?” the villain said lightly. “Where’s the fun in that? Speaking of, Henchman—do you have an actual plan?” the villain whispered.

“Don’t die. Don’t kill anyone. Get out.”

“Vague. I like it.”

They rounded the corner—

—and skidded to a stop.

At the far end of the corridor stood a familiar figure.

A tailored suit, crisp and severe, catching the golden light in muted sheens. Hands tucked into pockets, they were frowning at a painting hung slightly crooked on the wall—a portrait of Julius Caesar, toga and laurel crown meticulously detailed, glaring as if judging the corridor itself.

“Really, Caesar?” the superhero muttered under their breath, before reaching out to straighten the painting.

Then they stepped over to adjust the next one, completely oblivious to their audience.

The three of them froze, afraid even a breath might give them away.

“Don’t run,” the henchman breathed.

They stepped backward until they were pressed close together.

Too late to retreat. Too far to sprint.

“Stay still,” they muttered.

The air shifted.

There was no flash of light or dramatic ripple, only a subtle distortion, as though the corridor had grown momentarily uninterested in acknowledging the space they occupied. The lamps flickered faintly, their glow warping just enough that the three figures vanished into the background of their own surroundings.

The henchman’s breath hitched, jaw tightening as they held it there, fingers curling slightly at their sides, and the air pressed strangely against the skin—a faint, prickling wrongness, like standing half a step out of sync with the world.

The hero glanced down.

“Bloody hell—” they hissed under their breath.

They flexed their fingers, and they could feel them, their hands weren’t gone—but all they saw was empty air, the light bending faintly the only signal something was there.

The superhero began walking.

Each step was unhurried, measured, the sound of their shoes striking the floor echoing down the hallway.

Closer.

Closer.

Then they stopped.

Directly in front of them.

The superhero’s gaze lifted slightly.

And fixed exactly where the hero’s face should have been.

The hero swallowed.

There was no painting behind them for the superhero to fix.

The corridor went silent.

The henchman’s fingers tightened, gulping as they held the distortion around them steady.

The hero felt their own pulse hammering in their ears, painfully loud in the silence.

The villain didn’t breathe.

Seconds stretched thin.

The superhero studied the empty air.

A crease formed between their brows. 

They tilted their head.

Another long second passed.

Then the superhero exhaled, dragging a hand slowly down their face.

“Paranoid,” they murmured to themself. “Seeing things now.”

They stepped forward, their sleeve brushing the air just inches from the villain’s shoulder as they walked past.

The footsteps continued down the hall, turned the corner, and slowly faded into the distance.

The distortion vanished abruptly. 

All three of them exhaled at once.

The henchman's shoulders sagged. “Okay. I hate that.”

“Well,” the villain said quietly, eyes lingering on the empty corridor even after the superhero had gone. “That would’ve been awkward.”

The hero opened their mouth, and right on cue—

—the entire house erupted into sound.

Red lights flashed along the corridor, and a shrill siren rang through the house with enough volume to rattle the paintings on the walls.

A voice crackled over the speakers.

“Security breach in lower level. All units respond.”

The hero stared. “Did—did we do that?”

“Unless someone else escaped the dungeon in the last ten seconds, yes,” the villain said cheerfully.

Boots thundered somewhere above them.

The villain tightened their arm around the hero’s waist. “Time to go.”

They ran.

The house felt very different now—bright lights flaring, doors slamming shut in distant hallways, guards shouting to one another over the wail of the alarms.

They tore through corridor after corridor.

The hero staggered as the pain flared suddenly through their side.

The villain caught them easily, steadying them without breaking stride.

“Easy there, ma vie*,” the villain said, hauling them along with surprising steadiness. “Try not to die before we reach the exit. It’d really ruin the mood.”

“I hate you—” the hero began, with no real bite to it.

“Join the club.”

“—And I’m not dying.” The hero looked away.

“Good. Because carrying you is already cutting into my escape speed.”

The henchman glanced back while sprinting ahead—and did a visible double take at their pace.

“Run! Run for your life, you slow fucks!” they snapped. “Why can’t you run faster?!”

“Oi!” the villain shot back indignantly. “I’m hauling dead weight!”

“I heard that—” the hero protested.

“Less flirting, more running!” the henchman snarled.

They rounded one corner.

Then another.

The alarms grew louder, lights flashing red now as security doors began slamming shut in distant corridors.

“Left!” the henchman called.

They skidded around the corner—

—and lurched to a sudden halt.

The corridor ended in a door. Just a perfectly ordinary wooden one with a polished brass handle and those same stupid little gold patterns curling around the frame.

The hero gestured. “That it?”

“That’s it,” the henchman confirmed.

Boots thundered closer behind them.

The hero didn’t hesitate—they strode forward and grabbed the handle, ignoring the sharp protest of burned skin. They twisted.

The handle turned.

The hero pulled.

Nothing happened.

They frowned.

Pulled harder.

The door gave a faint, stubborn creak—and stopped.

The hero yanked it again, sharper this time.

Nothing.

A beat.

They pushed against it instead. Harder. A violent rattling now—handle jerking back and forth, the whole door shuddering in its frame with dull, useless thuds.

The hero cursed under their breath.

Behind them—

“They’re cornered!”

Rifles clicked.

The villain stared. “Why isn’t it opening?”

“I don’t know,” the hero snapped, still wrestling the handle like it had insulted their entire bloodline.

They braced a foot against the wall and yanked.

The door groaned.

Stayed shut.

“Oh my god,” the henchman said, already rubbing their eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“It’s stuck,” the hero bit out.

“It’s a door.”

“Yes, thank you, I noticed!”

“Then open it!”

“I am—”

The hero twisted the handle again and this time leaned their full weight into it, shoulder slamming against the wood.

Thunk.

Nothing.

They stepped back, stared at it, then grabbed the handle with both hands and shook it like they were trying to rip it out of the frame.

“Open!” they snapped.

The door remained unmoved.

The villain clicked their tongue and nudged the hero back with a hand at their shoulder.

“Step aside, peasants,” they said. “You're about to witness greatness.”

The villain grabbed the handle and wrenched it sideways—

—and it came clean off in their hands.

All three of them froze.

“What the fuck?” the hero hissed.

A beat.

They slowly dragged their gaze up from the misfortune, meeting the villain’s eyes.

“Fool, you broke it!”

“I broke—you were the one mauling it!”

“I was working it—there’s a difference—”

The henchman dragged both hands down their face. “Oh my god.”

Behind them—

“Move in!”

Boots hit the floor at a sprint.

The villain held up the detached handle. “Shit. What now?!”

The henchman stepped forward, shouldering both of them aside. “Move.”

They grabbed what remained of the mechanism, tried the latch, shoved the door hard once—

It didn’t budge.

They went still.

“…Oh, we’re actually goners.”

Behind them, the pounding footsteps were right there now.

“Last warning!” a voice shouted.

The henchman turned, very slowly, to look at the villain.

The villain looked back.

A long, deeply offended silence.

Then—

“You know,” the villain said, rubbing their temples, “sometimes I feel very unappreciated around here.”

“Break it,” the henchman said.

“Gladly.”

The villain rolled their shoulders, stepped forward—

“Stand back.”

“I already don’t like this plan,” the hero muttered, clutching the useless handle.

“You’re going to love the results.”

A breath.

“Every time,” the villain sighed—

—and drove their fist straight through the door.

Stone erupted outward in a violent burst, plaster and wallpaper flying in every direction. The wall gave way, leaving a jagged opening to the night.

The villain shook out their hand, breath hitching slightly as their knuckles split and blood beaded across the skin, then smoothed it over like it hadn’t happened.

Cold air rushed in, fogging their breaths. 

Freedom.

The henchman nodded approvingly. “Thank you.” 

They strode through the rubble first.

The villain stepped aside, sweeping an exaggerated bow in the hero’s direction. “After you.”

“Not funny,” the hero snapped as they limped past.

“I’m hilarious.”

The hero cleared the opening.

The villain stepped through behind them—

And a crack sounded from the ceiling.

The sound was small at first, just a sharp splinter above their head.

The hero turned.

The villain looked up. “Superhero’s tit—!”

The overhead beam snapped.

The corridor collapsed in a deafening avalanche of stone and timber.

The hero barely had time to react before the villain shoved them forward—

“Go!”

—and then the rubble crashed down.

Stone and timber slammed into the villain, driving them to the ground. The impact punched the air from their lungs, vision bursting white—then dimming, edges already fraying into something darker. Weight followed, relentless and crushing, grinding them into the floor as debris piled on, pinning their legs, their hips, something in their side that screamed the moment they tried to breathe.

For a second—just a second—everything went quiet.

Then sound came rushing back in, muffled and distant, like they were already slipping somewhere too far away to reach it properly.

Their vision flickered.

Black crept in at the edges, slow and patient, swallowing the world piece by piece.

The villain blinked hard against it, jaw tightening. No. Not yet.

Outside, the hero hit the ground hard, scrambling upright as dust exploded through the broken wall.

“Where’s—”

A hand twitched in the rubble.

The hero lunged forward, dropping to their knees beside them. “Hey—hey, stay with me—”

The villain’s eyes dragged toward them, unfocused for a moment before catching. Their breath stuttered, shallow and wrong, each inhale catching like it had to fight its way in.

“Mm—” They swallowed, voice barely cooperating. “You… you should go.”

“Absolutely not,” the hero snapped, already trying to haul debris aside. It didn’t budge.

The villain’s lips twitched faintly, something like a smile ghosting there.

“Tsk. Bad at following instructions…” they murmured.

The darkness surged again, heavier this time, pressing in at the corners of their vision until the hero’s face blurred, doubled.

Boots thundered from inside the house.

The henchman turned sharply. “Guards—”

The villain’s fingers twitched uselessly against the rubble, like they were trying to reach for them and couldn’t quite manage it.

“Go,” they said again, softer now. It came out uneven, breath hitching between the word. “They won’t—” A cough cut them off, rough and dry. “Won’t let them hurt you. I can—”

Their voice faltered.

The black swallowed more of the world. The ceiling above them wavered, then dimmed, like a light flickering out.

“I can handle it,” they forced out, quieter now, almost slurred at the edges. “Like before… okay?”

The hero’s hands stilled for just a second at that.

Something tight and furious flickered across their face.

“Don’t—” they started, voice breaking despite themself. “Don’t say it like that—”

Inside, the shouts were right there now. Orders barked, weapons shifting.

The henchman grabbed the hero’s arm. “We have seconds.”

“I’m not leaving them!” the hero hissed.

The villain let out the faintest breath of something that might have been a laugh, though it barely had sound behind it.

“Yeah,” they whispered. “You are.”

Their eyes slipped, struggling to stay open now, focus dragging.

“C’mon, Hero,” they murmured, softer still. “Be good for once… listen to me…”

The henchman swore under their breath.

“Sorry.”

The hero lunged forward. “No—wait—!”

The henchman tackled them.

They came in from the side, a shoulder driving hard into the hero’s ribs, angled to turn them away from the collapse rather than straight through it. 

Pain detonated through the hero’s injury, breath snapping out of them as they staggered—but they didn’t go down.

Their face snapped toward the henchman as they pivoted, eyes blown wide, something frantic and unsteady burning through them—almost inhuman. It sent a sharp chill down the henchman’s spine.

The hero pivoted forwards, driving a tight hook up at the close range, full force—fist cracking across the henchman’s jaw, their head snapping sideways, stumbling back a half-step as they groaned—

The hero dropped back down toward the rubble—

—and was wrenched back hard.

An arm locked around their middle and dragged them away from the villain in one brutal motion, crushing straight across the bandage. Pain punched through them, hot and immediate, folding them in on instinct even as they twisted violently in the hold.

“Don’t—don’t do this—” the henchman snapped low, grip tightening as the hero fought.

“Let go—!”

They drove their elbow back, aiming for the diaphragm.

It hit hard, the henchman’s breath breaking on it, their grip slipping—

The hero tore free, wrenching sideways out of it with a stumble that nearly dropped them as their side screamed, something warm spreading under the bandage.

Too slow.

Still too slow.

They lurched forward again, catching themself on the edge of the fallen beam, fingers scraping against splintered wood as they tried to shift it.

Angle it. Lift from the break. Don’t just pull—

“Villain—” Their voice hitched, dragged thin. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m not leaving you—”

A hand fisted in the back of their jacket and yanked them back viciously.

The pull ripped them off the rubble, wrenching through their torso and dragging a broken sound out of them as they were hauled backward again, balance snapping.

The hero didn’t fight the pull—turning with it instead—and drove their forehead straight into the henchman’s face.

A sickening crack.

Both of them reeled.

Stars burst across the hero’s vision.

The henchman staggered back, hands flying to their face. Blood blossomed between their fingers, dripping down to their lips. 

A hot, metallic smear ran across the hero’s forehead, sticky against their skin where it had landed.

“You fucking—whelp—” the henchman hissed, clutching their nose, eyes wild, breath rough with effort.

The hero twisted, already rebalancing, trying to break the hold before it reset, swinging back hard, all force sharpened by scorching intent now.

“Get off—”

Their wrist was caught mid-strike.

Time stretched. 

The hero’s eyes caught the henchman’s—a microsecond of hesitation, a tilt in their stance. Every micro-movement screamed the next move and the hero knew it was pointless to beg.

They braced instead.

The henchman twisted it back.

Pain flared white-hot, up their arm and through their side in the same instant, forcing a sharp gasp out of them as their body turned with it, pulled off balance, pulled into the hold instead of out of it—

The henchman swept in, closing the distance.

An arm came tight across their chest, pinning them back flush, right over the injury. The pressure drove the breath out of them again, shallow and uneven as they tried to twist free and only made it worse.

“Stop moving,” the henchman hissed. “You’re only further injuring yourself.”

The hero didn’t stop. They couldn’t—

—think.

They lunged again, flailing, their arms trapped tight against their sides by the unyielding grip—

Cool metal slid under their jaw.

The movement stalled.

The blade settled at their throat, wickedly sharp.

The hero jerked instinctively—

The edge pressed in, a sharp sting of heat trickling down their throat where it cut.

Their breath hitched hard as their head was forced back with it, throat exposed, chin tipped up just enough that any movement would drive them straight into it. Air caught high in their chest, shallow and sharp, the hero suddenly hyper-aware of every inhale, now measured against the pressure at their neck.

“Enough.”

Rocks shifted and clattered as the guards’ voices pierced the dust, edging nearer through the wreckage.

Closer.

The hero’s gaze snapped forward—to the rubble, to the villain—

The villain didn’t look at them.

Or maybe they couldn’t.

No.

No, that wasn’t—

Something in the hero broke loose.

“—Hey—!” It tore out of them before they could stop it, raw, cracking. “Hey, look at me—!”

The knife pressed tighter.

A hand clamped over their mouth at the same time, sudden and solid, cutting the sound off mid-breath.

A hiss—“Be quiet.”

Right against their ear. No space for anything else.

The hero’s body wrenched against both restraints, a sharp, desperate movement—sound muffled uselessly against the henchman’s palm, breath breaking hot and uneven through their nose as they tried to force something out, anything—

The blade didn’t move.

Their head stayed tipped back against it.

Dust shifted over the rubble.

The hero’s eyes burned. 

They leaned forward recklessly anyway, just a millimetre.

Just enough to feel the knife follow.

“Don’t,” the henchman said, lower now, steadier, their hand still firm over the hero’s mouth, breath close and controlled despite everything.

The hero’s fingers clenched into fists.

There—

They could get leverage if they just—

Their whole body pulled forward in small, stubborn increments, every inch dragging at their side, every breath catching against the pressure at their throat, the need to move still there, still pushing—

“Mmph—” It broke uselessly against the henchman’s hand.

The grip tightened.

“If they hear you,” the henchman said quietly, right there against their ear, “they die for nothing.”

The words landed heavy, final.

The hero stilled. No.

No—

No no no NO NO NO—

It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. The henchman was fucking lying right now! See, they could see the villain shift there—just—just a little. Fucking liar!

The hero felt hot tears well up and hit their cheeks, trickling down and caught by the henchman’s hand.

At last, their body went fully slack in the henchman’s hold.

NO—THE VILLAIN WAS RIGHT THERE—THEY WERE ALIVE! THEY HAD TO BE ALIVE!

Behind them, the hold shifted—firmer, braced around the hero’s shaking.

“I’m sorry,” the henchman said again, quieter now.

The air bent.

The invisibility field snapped into place, folding them both beyond the wall and into darkness just as the sound of boots hit the night air.

Guards flooded into the ruined corridor moments later.

Rifles raised, dust swirling in the flashing lights.

They stopped when they saw the villain pinned beneath the debris.

One of them lowered their weapon slowly.

“Uh…”

Footsteps approached behind them, calm and measured.

The superhero stepped through the shattered wall. 

The guards moved aside immediately.

They took in the demolition in one sweeping glance.

The villain looked up at them from beneath the rubble, dust coating their hair and lashes and coat.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then the villain gave a crooked smile.

“Eh… sorry. About the mess,” they croaked, throat ragged from the dust. “Y’know, I’m starting to think… punching structural walls wasn’t my—cough—best long-term strategy.”

The superhero folded their arms. 

“And yet,” they replied calmly, “you keep doing it.”

*~*~*~*

*ma vie = my life. The hero doesn't know French lol

Hehehe… so what exactly was the villain after in the superhero's house?

Or should I say, who? >:)

I am happy to say the story is written all the way to the end, and there is a lot of whump lore 🥰 and angst wordbuilding, of course of course, mmm 😇😌 so chapters will simply be edited from here on out for posting hehehe

Thank you all very very much for the love and kind words, I think about them every single day :D It is very very encouraging <3<3<3

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Part 6 of this

(finally am right gang? ...gang? No don't throw tomatoes at me gang. Gang pls I'm sensitive... gang? GANG WAIT WAIT W-!)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Thirty minutes had passed and the situation wasn’t so funny anymore. Supervillain glared at the digital clock on the front of the cab, right above Hero. Even Villain was growing somewhat bored. Hero could tell because they kept poking their face. After an hour the train staff encouraged passengers to step outside for fresh air. That was when Hero knew they were fucked. They peeked at Supervillain and nearly shit their pants when they realized that the retired villain wasn’t glaring at the digital clock anymore, but at them.

“I’m gonna…” the hero managed to blab out, “step outside for a bit… check on the situation.” Supervillain said nothing as the hero stood up gingerly and bending their body awkwardly to pass Villain, who, of course, didn’t move.

“You be careful out there, darling.” They said instead, not even sparing them a glance. Hero huffed at their sarcastic tone and sprinted out the door.

The people outside had the same idea, it seemed. A crowd was forming near the front of the train.

Hero took deep breaths as they marched forward and tried to calm their beating heart. This whole thing was their idea: traveling as civilians do, to keep a low profile. Villain wanted to ring one of their friends (read: criminal fiends) and travel by their shady means. Hero had refused immediately, obviously, because aiding a retired supervillain on a mission to locate Superhero was risky enough, let alone bringing Villain’s ‘special friends’ in this mess.

“It’s quicker this way.” The villain had sneered at the hero back home.

“And riskier.” Hero had rebutted. “You don’t know if you can trust those people to keep their mouth shut. And how would we explain the situation, because I doubt they’d settle for ‘oh I just felt helpful and wanted to escort this kind old civilian to the capital’.”

“I can say they’re an old family friend.”

“And you think that’ll satisfy them?” The villain had opened their mouth to object, but the hero had interrupted. “They’ll want concrete information sooner or later, and they will start digging up information. I am not willing to take that risk. It would put both lives at stake: Supervillain’s,” they’d faced the older villain then, trying to take the point across, “and Superhero’s.”

Supervillain didn’t need much convincing after that. They were surprisingly cooperative whenever Superhero was mentioned. Hero was starting to think that they really were telling the truth about the relationship between them and Superhero.

Anyways, so here they were. One hour late with Supervillain fuming back in their seat.

The pit in Hero’s stomach grew with each passing minute. Supervillain was awfully quiet. Tense, but quiet. Back in the train, the only movement they noticed was the clench and unclench of their hand. It was obvious their patience was running thin. The young hero didn’t blame them, they were starting to get worried as well. The more they thought about their mentor, the more scared for them they became. They knew all too well about Superhero’s reckless behavior and the tendency to take shady deals when lives were at stake. If they had gotten themselves hurt, or kidnapped, or worse…

Hero licked their lips. No point in dwelling on the ifs now. They pushed through the crowd and successfully ended up in front. Their eyes widened: “a few cows” was a major understatement. Hero and the crowds’ jaws were agape at the sight of what must be fifty of cows standing nonchalantly in front of the train, chewing… what could they be chewing, the grass was dry!

“Wha-”

“One of the cow’s leg got stuck in the tracks.” One of the passenger’s informed Hero.

“I see.” The hero nodded at the explanation, even though all they could think of was how the fuck and- “But why are the other cows…?”

Hero made a small noise of surprise when something gripped their trousers. “To help.” They looked down and saw a small child looking up at them. “I like your eyes.”

“Oh, um, thank you…” Hero looked around, seeing if there were any worried parents around. The crowd moved suddenly and the hero put their hands around the child’s head.

“Damn. Is the fucking farm out of grass or something?” The villain appeared beside them, complaining loudly in Hero’s ear. The hero turned around to frown at the bastard, who was so obviously pleased that they got the jump on them. “Hello.” The villain grinned mischievously.

“Yeah, hi.” The hero grumbled back. Then they gestured with their head at the child below. “Can you not use that kind of language here?”

Villain’s eyes widened a bit, but their smile stayed. “Oh.” They turned around, waving at a couple. “Is this it?” They pointed at the kid.

One of the couple, a woman, approached them and smiled with relief. “Oh, thank goodness! Sweetie, we don’t run off like that.” She shot an apologetic look at Hero.

“Mama, cows.” The kid pointed at the herd.

Seeing that there was no particular danger, the hero released the child’s head gently. “I’ll just leave them with you then.” The woman nodded her thanks, relieved.

“Mama, pretty eyes.” The child pointed at Hero, who tried to will themselves not to blush. The mother smiled both apologetically and proudly.

“They do have pretty eyes, don’t they?” Hero’s smile magically vanished when the villain wrapped their arm around their waist. “I tell them that all the time, but they refuse to accept it. They’re too bashful, my Hero.” Hero blinked and turned red. What were they doing!?

The woman, oblivious to the psychological torment the villain was inflicting upon the hero, only smiled. “I can understand that.” She gave her husband a look.

“Don’t even.” Her husband, holding their child, said with a deadpan face.

The villain chuckled. Chuckled. Since when were they so social and conversational with others? “Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, we have some business elsewhere at the moment. May I steal you away for a sec, my darling?” Villain suddenly pulled the hero gently, not waiting for an answer. Both waved goodbye to the family.

“Don’t call me that in public.” Hero refused to be flustered. “And what was that about?”

Villain shrugged. “Your eyes are beautiful. I’m sure I told you that before...”

“Yeah, once.” Hero growled at the memory. “When you slammed me against the wall and I was about to faint.”

“So beautiful…”

The hero sighed in annoyance. The pair continued to walk in silence for a while.

“Still think subtlety was the way to go with all this?” The villain asked once they were far from people.

Hero frowned. “What do you-”

“The plan.”

The hero huffed. “Of course I do.” They replied through gritted teeth.

Their nemesis shrugged. “Supervillain doesn’t seem to think so.”

“And how do you know that.”

“They’re restless.” Hero gave them a look. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You can cut the tension with a knife. I’m telling you, that old legend is so close to murdering everyone on this cursed vehicle and going to the capital by foot. And leaving bloody corpses on their wake, probably.”

“They wouldn’t! Not with Superhero at stake.”

Villain paused at that for a moment. “Oh? You believe in true love now? And how do you know that Supervillain’s telling the truth?” They hummed. “How do you know that this is not all some sort of plot for revenge? What if your mentor is fine and you’re sending them their supposed-to-be-dead nemesis on their doorstep?”

Hero hesitated. Truth be told, they'd also had doubts. But no matter how terrified of Supervillain they were, no matter how much their logical part of their mind screamed at them to be on guard, no matter how shady the whole situation was, Hero knew that the older villain’s feelings for their mentor were real. The young hero had stolen glances at them when the retired villain wasn’t looking and caught them staring at the ring on their finger every time. The crease on the villain’s brow and the tension on their hands when they clenched and unclenched them was as real as their troubled red eyes.

Hero stopped and looked at Villain in the eye. “They’re not.”

“…if you say so.”

Hero continued walking forward. Villain followed, silent. Then the hero asked: “Did they hurt you?”

“Mm?”

“When you were in the cab now. Did they hurt you?”

“No. Why, worried about me?” Their nemesis gave them the widest grin, eyes sparkling. The hero turned their head the opposite direction.

“No. Just asking.”

“It’s nice that you’re worried about me.” Hero sighed. “But no, I’m not hurt.”

“Then why did you say that stuff? Don’t trust my judgement?”

“You know I never doubt you, darling.” That was true. Hero smiled to themselves until Villain continued. “But Supervillain seems off. They feel like they’re about to snap. There’s this aura around them, I don’t know how to explain it, but I can tell their patience is running thin.”

Hero waited for further explanation. Nothing. “That’s it? They’ve been like that since I’ve met them.”

“This is a bit different.” The villain insisted and sighed. “You’ll see.”

The hero sighed. “Okay.”

The young supers continued to walk side by side. “The air feels nice.” Villain said.

“I suppose it does.” Hero replied.

Supervillain caught themselves staring at the ring again. They curled their hand into a fist before dropping it on their lap. They glanced outside. There were a few people about, talking loudly on their phones and stretching their legs. The villain wanted to get out and get some fresh air as well, but they knew it would do little to relax them. Besides, someone had to be responsible and stay inside to watch over their belongings. Villain had followed the hero almost immediately after the other had left, not even bothering to bring their own phone or weaponry (if they even had such a thing) along.

They clenched and unclenched their fingers. Each passing minute was like torture. In the distance, they noticed the other two supers returning. Interesting, looks like the villain was capable of chatting normally with someone. Supervillain didn’t know why on earth the younger one wanted to push their buttons so badly. Supervillain nearly chuckled at themselves; who were they to judge? How and why Superhero chose them after everything they had no idea. Maybe they did succeed at brainwashing them. Maybe this was all part of their great plan. It would’ve been, if the fool hadn’t gone and disappeared on some stupid mission, which details were vague. The villain frowned at the memory of their last dinner.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You haven’t even told me what the mission is. Or where you got the details from.”

“Eh… nothing serious. Just your average regular typical mission. I’m don’t wanna bore you with the details.” Superhero’s voice raised a small pitch. They were hiding something.

Supervillain scrutinized their spouse. “…Superhero.”

“Want chicken for dinner? I have some in the freezer.” Their spouse went to the kitchen, Supervillain calmly following their every step.

“Superhero.”

“You can peel the potatoes, if you want.”

“Superhero.”

“No chicken? Fine, guess we’ll just order pizza.” The hero made a U-turn, dodging the villain’s tall frame, head down so they wouldn’t meet their eyes.

A shame Supervillain wasn’t one who allowed dishonestly in the house. “Superhero.” They blocked the hero’s path with their arm. It landed on Superhero’s waist. They made no move of leaving. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Pshft! Nothing’s wrong.” The hero’s smile was too wide. And the idiot was still avoiding eye contact. Who did they think they were fooling?

“What if I reached into that pretty little head of yours-”

“You wouldn’t!” The city’s fiery hero finally met their eyes, their tone one with mock offense. “You, made a vow, my dear.” They waved a finger in a scolding manner in front of the villain’s face.

Supervillain couldn’t stop their smile. “So there is something you’re hiding from me.” Superhero’s fake grin froze on their face. “You made a vow, my dear.” Supervillain purred, knowing they had the hero right where they wanted.

“I’m…” Superhero tried. “I… I can’t tell you.” They lowered their gaze.

“Can’t tell me? What happened to ‘no secrets’, my dear?”

The hero persisted despite their blush. “This is different.”

“…why?”

“It just is.”

“You know that answer doesn’t satisfy me.”

“Just, drop it, Supervillain. I can’t tell you.”

“Who is blackmailing you?”

“Who is-?! No one!”

“Your team gave you this mission?”

Superhero tensed. “No.”

“Your boss?”

“No. Stop interrogating m-”

“Then who?”

“Supervillain, I can’t tell you.”

“If you don’t tell me, I swear-!”

“Supervillain, please!” The villain stopped. Superhero’s hands were holding Supervillain’s. They stared as their spouse gave them that familiar look of pleading. “Please trust me.”

Supervillain never could resist that look. They leaned their forehead on the hero’s, watching their entwined hands. “…Don’t be too long, sweetheart.”

Superhero cupped their face. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Supervillain scowled. Wouldn’t dream of it their ass. They were going to murder the damned fire breathing menace when they found them. Better yet, they were going to make the lying crap sleep on the bathroom floor, where they belonged.

The retired villain watched as Villain cured their fingers around strands of Hero’s hair, the other slapping their hand away. The young hero was terrible at hiding their flustered face.

It was then the supervillain felt it. The sharp pain in the head. And the sudden chill in their blood. They shivered as they doubled over, powerless to stop the tremors of their body.

This feeling… what made Supervillain really shiver was the fact that they’d felt this exact feeling before. The uncomfortable feeling of a piece of their body betraying them. The sense that something was amiss. The inability to control their own blood as it… as it…

No.

Supervillain took a deep breath, ignoring their trembling heart, and closed their eyes. They focused all of their energy in the direction of their detached blood. And they listened.

.........

Cold. So so cold... shit…..I’m dyin-!

Oh, shit, I’m dying! ……….Help. Help me it’s so uncomfortable…

it hurts. It hurts Supervillain!....

So alone. Where are you? Who…  Someone’s… no… no, no, n-!

No! Supervil-!

And then it stopped. Suddenly, just like that. Supervillain gasped as the last of their lover’s thoughts faded away, along with the pain. But nothing could fade the dread they felt now. And the rage they felt.

Nothing dangerous my ass!

Without a second thought, they grabbed their things and marched outside. They didn’t bother to explain to the bewildered Hero and Villain anything as they shoved each person’s belongings on their respective owner’s arms. “We’re leaving. Now.” They demanded as they walked to the back of the train, away from prying eyes. The younger supers blinked dumbfounded as they followed in silence, up until the villain’s smug voice whispered in the hero’s ear, presumably. “Told you.”

To get to the whump part you have to suffer through the supers' everyday life first. (I'm not even sorry.)

"Hmm... how can I make this part whumpy? Oh, I know." *makes supervillain able to tell when their blood is being used that way* *if supervillain focuses enough they can hear their intended target's thoughts* *the target just so happened to be the one they're looking for* *this means supervillain is able to hear superhero as the hero tries to fight it, but both parties know is futile* "Wow I'm a genius."

Anyways, here we go: @whumplicity, @sootheandsavage, @crow-with-a-typewriter, @galactic-worm, @turtlesnap1, @whatwasmyprevioususername, @sevikasleftarm, @mercuriusprime, @jumpywhumpywriter, @wecoffphm, @theactualdredpirateroberts, @wtf-there-are-no-usernames, @idk-whats-going-onhelp, @goddammitwhyaretherenousernames, @the-sleepy-black-wolf

Edit: Justice for @unknown-x01 and @aguasecax; I forgot to tag them in part 5 as well. Sorry guys <3

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE

The more people there are the higher the level of dissapointment is gonna be oh no I'm so screwed. I swear there'll be concrete whump next time I promise.

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Time line of average whump enjoyer:

a little too obsessed with those scenes in Tangled, Aladdin, and Sleeping Beauty, etc. in childhood

being an intense reader during elementary school, enjoying books with lots of angst and violence. re-reading certain parts because "they're just really well written chapters"

in early teens downloads instagram and pinterest and saves a bunch of hero/villain writing prompts and snippits for "writing inspo"

eventually downloads Tumblr and follows @the-modern-typewriter

finds out what whump is by following whump blogs and begins to like and reblog posts

discovery of ao3 and Graphic Depictions of Violence tag

rebloging too many whump posts on main, creates sideblog "just for reblogging"

writes a few of their own prompts/drabbles

finds amazing whump series and becomes obsessed with peoples OCs

starts writing own whump story

10,000 years later: autocorrect finally no longer corrects "whump" to thump, chump, whimper, lump, whomp, etc.

[yougivemewhumperflies]

Alright, go ahead and tie up that villain to the railroad tracks. Let him scream like a damsel in distress.