Hero Whumpee - Tumblr Posts
Based on this prompt.
Thank you to my beta Soldier Blade for helping me edit :]
TW: Cursing, knives, breakdowns (I think?), etc ================================
Fleeting Moment
Hero looked dejectedly at the box sitting next to them, disappointment weighing heavy in their chest. After years of work, years of proving everyone wrong by joining HQ, they were fired. Fired for upstaging their leader. They still felt shame burn in their chest, a reminder to not get their hopes up anymore. The phantom feeling of stares, whispers echoing as they walked out of Superhero’s office. That had happened hours ago, but it still hollowed them to their core.
They sighed deeply, leaning their head against the steering wheel of their car as the scenarios of “what will happen next?” raced through their mind. It wasn’t as if they could just get a job somewhere else, because though it pained them to admit, they weren’t good at anything else. College was out of the question, them being without any kind of stable job to fund it. Maybe they could try and get a job that didn’t need college education? Though the salary wasn’t very good, and the money they had saved wouldn’t last long term, much to their dismay. Hero groaned in frustration, trying to will the feeling of hopelessness away as it slowly took over their thoughts.
If Hero hadn’t been so wrapped up in their thoughts they would have noticed the group of well dressed individuals who were rapidly approaching their car, but when they did, the window of their car was smashed open and Hero was being yanked out of the gaping hole. They landed on the concrete with less grace than normal, and before they could even move they felt the tell tale cold sharpness of a blade against their neck. Hero trembled ever so slightly, gaze staying fixated on the pavement below.
“Not so heroic, are we now?”
Hero froze. They knew that voice, the voice of someone who they’d faced off with countless times. The voice of someone who now had the upper hand against them. The voice of Villain.
They chuckled, though it sounded more mocking than anything. The blade shifted as they laughed, and Hero fought to stay still, to not flinch as it pressed harder against their neck. “You know it's funny, really. Just after you and your lackey’s put my friends in hospitals and prison, you come waltzing into my territory all alone.” They said, their voice harsh and seething with anger. “Yet here you are, nothing but a box of crap and an old truck to your name. What happened, Superhero got tired of you?” Hero flinched, the words feeling sharper than the knife currently close to slicing their neck.
Shame burned brightly, but they remained silent. Several moments passed in the quiet, nobody moved. The knife at their neck shifted and slowly lowered. Villain snapped, and one of their henchmen opened the car. Hero wanted to protest, but what could they do? It wasn’t like they could take Villain, let alone them and their henchmen. The henchperson returned, carrying their belongings. Hero winced as it was thrown to the ground with a sickening crack. Another one of the henchmen sifted through the contents. They only found a few pairs of clothes, a pitiful amount of money, and little trinkets that varied in shape and color.
Villain bent down and grasped one of them, studying it closely. It was a small clay… shape. Like a blob of some kind. Hero had gotten it on their first mission, and they’d treasured it since. “The fuck are you trying to pull hero.” Villain growled, looking up. Hero flinched again, and any words in their throat died out at the villain's heated stare. They stood rapidly, and pulled Hero up by their collar before slamming them into Hero’s pickup truck. Hero winced at the pain that bloomed on their back.
“I-I’m not here for any trouble..” Hero stammered, raising their hands in surrender. One of the henchmen chuckled at their cowardice, and they felt their cheeks heat up once more. Villain raised a single eyebrow, but their grip loosened ever so slightly. Hero swallowed around the lump in their throat, but continued when the other cocked their head. “Superhero decided that they didn’t need me…” They choked, blinking back the tears in their eyes. They didn’t notice Villains grip going slack, nor did they notice the confused looks of the henchmen.
Watery tears dripped down their cheeks as the emotions they’d bottled up began to overflow. Slowly, they slid down the side of their car, curling up into a loose ball. At this point, they didn’t give two shits about those around them. If they wanted to watch the former hero sob on the asphalt, then they could. Hero wouldn’t stop them. Though they didn’t expect to feel a hand on their shoulder, nor the gentle rubbing on their back.
Hushed whispers were heard, but they didn’t care. A cape was wrapped around their shaking body. As their sobs slowly evolved into shuddering breaths and sniffs, they let their head fall on the other person. Hero allowed themselves to relax, comforted by the warmth of the cape around them. They sighed, closing their achy eyes.
“Go to sleep, Hero. You’ll feel better when you wake.” Villain whispered, wrapping an arm around their exhausted rival. Hero yawned, and let themselves fall unconscious in the grasp of their former enemy, calmed by the present warmth all around them. Their problems hadn't vanished, yet Hero let themselves forget them, just for a fleeting moment.
Perhaps they would come to regret it, but they didn’t care about the future right now. Only this single, fleeting moment of comfort.
================================ If you want a part two to any of my works then feel free to request it! Anyways, that’s all for now, have a good day/night :]
Yay!! If that's the case, could I please request a hero whumpee that gets drugged and kidnapped by a possessive whumper please?
You got it!
CW: Drugged unconscious, kidnapped, bound, possessive protective whumper
"...Mm..." Whumpee groaned, trying to force their eyes open, but all they could make was a sliver of blurry lights and shapes.
"Ah, there you are. That had me worried for a moment." A voice huffed. Whumpee looked up to see a face standing over them; they had a smug grin and sharp eyes darting them up and down.
".... Who- who are you?" Whumpee groaned, trying to straighten up. They froze when they felt tight bindings all over their body, crudely trying them to a cold metal chair. Whumper chuckled again, leaning back to watch them realize and struggle.
"Just call me a fan. You're a hero after all, I'm sure you have plenty..." They offered a cup of water, holding it to their lips as whumpee shied away. They wanted to refuse, but they were dehydrated enough they took a few sips without fully thinking.
"You were out for quite some time. I almost thought I killed you for a few hours." Whumper hummed. Whumpee gasped after finishing and glared up at them, panting through a growl of teeth. "You-.. You can't do this, you have to let me go!" They shouted.
"No no no tsh shhh sh, don't speak." Whumper stammered, sticking their finger in their face. "Don't you see? I'm on your side. I'm saving you. You were out there doing everything by yourself. I watched you every time - time and time again, collapsing after every encounter, struggling to keep your balance, your composure." Whumper ranted, angrily re-filling the cup.
"You can't be s-serious! I'm needed out there! I chose this, I'm willing to make this sacrifice!" Whumpee shouted at them.
"-And I'm willing to do you this favor. I'm saving your life." Whumper eyed, settling in a chair across from them. Whumpee froze when they felt that same dizzy spell spike through their head. Their vision blurred and whumper's face warped in shape as their grin grew inhumanly wide.
"Close your eyes, don’t fight it.”
Without wanting to, their eyes fell closed. No matter how hard they fought, they lost the energy to open them back again. Their strength was robbed as their head slowly fell in slack.
“Now don’t you worry, I'll make sure to take good care of you.”
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June of Doom Day 3
"I can handle it"
| Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle |
Cw: Kidnapping and fracture, torture, murder (not graphic)
I went for Hero-Villain whump this time cause that's the shit. I want to do some villain-caretaker stuff but the prompts didn't really fit. Perhaps tomorrow!
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Hero had fought their captors from the moment they'd woken. They'd thrashed and punched and tore at the guards who'd restrained them and dragged them towards the warehouse.
The guards were stronger than them though, and they hadn't achieved much by the time they were unceremoniously dumped on the ground in front of Villain.
"Villain," they spat. "I should have known this was you. Couldn't wait for our next fight, huh? Had to snatch me off the street."
Villain shrugged. "I didn't order you brought here Hero, I just came to watch the show."
"What-" Hero was cut off by the chuckle of Supervillain, who was now making their way across the bloodstained concrete floor towards them.
"You think Villain would have organised something like this? That's sweet," they said, crouching down before Hero.
Hero jerked forward, aiming to headbutt Supervillain. They missed. And Supervillain just laughed again, standing.
"No need for that Hero. I'm going to need you to be cooperative. You're going to tell me how to kill Superhero."
Hero spat at him. "I'll never tell you anything, torture me all you want."
"Oh, I will, don't worry. I didn't expect you to give in so easily."
Hero smirked, pushing the last of the rope off their hands. They hadn't tied them very well. "I won't be giving in at all."
They lunged, going for the nearest guard, snatching his blade and holding it to the man's throat.
Villain started, but Supervillain stopped them.
"I can handle it."
Villain nodded and stepped back as Supervillain approached Hero.
"You think I care if you kill him? You're not going to escape that easily Hero."
Before they could even register what had happened, the guard was falling, dead, to the ground, Supervillain's own knife lodged in his eye. Hero jumped back, still holding the blade. But they were still slow from being knocked out, and Supervillain disarmed them with ease, throwing them to the ground.
"Can't be having any more of that nonsense now, Hero. Guess I'll just have to find a more permanent way of restraining you."
And with that, Supervillain brought their foot down on Hero's forearm. The crack was so loud it could be heard over Hero's scream.
Villain turned to leave just as Supervillain crouched to break Hero's other arm.
They climbed into their car to the symphony of screams and sobs coming from within the building.
June of Doom Day 3
"I can handle it"
| Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle |
Cw: Kidnapping and fracture, torture, murder (not graphic)
I went for Hero-Villain whump this time cause that's the shit. I want to do some villain-caretaker stuff but the prompts didn't really fit. Perhaps tomorrow!
...
Hero had fought their captors from the moment they'd woken. They'd thrashed and punched and tore at the guards who'd restrained them and dragged them towards the warehouse.
The guards were stronger than them though, and they hadn't achieved much by the time they were unceremoniously dumped on the ground in front of Villain.
"Villain," they spat. "I should have known this was you. Couldn't wait for our next fight, huh? Had to snatch me off the street."
Villain shrugged. "I didn't order you brought here Hero, I just came to watch the show."
"What-" Hero was cut off by the chuckle of Supervillain, who was now making their way across the bloodstained concrete floor towards them.
"You think Villain would have organised something like this? That's sweet," they said, crouching down before Hero.
Hero jerked forward, aiming to headbutt Supervillain. They missed. And Supervillain just laughed again, standing.
"No need for that Hero. I'm going to need you to be cooperative. You're going to tell me how to kill Superhero."
Hero spat at him. "I'll never tell you anything, torture me all you want."
"Oh, I will, don't worry. I didn't expect you to give in so easily."
Hero smirked, pushing the last of the rope off their hands. They hadn't tied them very well. "I won't be giving in at all."
They lunged, going for the nearest guard, snatching his blade and holding it to the man's throat.
Villain started, but Supervillain stopped them.
"I can handle it."
Villain nodded and stepped back as Supervillain approached Hero.
"You think I care if you kill him? You're not going to escape that easily Hero."
Before they could even register what had happened, the guard was falling, dead, to the ground, Supervillain's own knife lodged in his eye. Hero jumped back, still holding the blade. But they were still slow from being knocked out, and Supervillain disarmed them with ease, throwing them to the ground.
"Can't be having any more of that nonsense now, Hero. Guess I'll just have to find a more permanent way of restraining you."
And with that, Supervillain brought their foot down on Hero's forearm. The crack was so loud it could be heard over Hero's scream.
Villain turned to leave just as Supervillain crouched to break Hero's other arm.
They climbed into their car to the symphony of screams and sobs coming from within the building.
June of Doom Day 6
"You're doing great."
| Injection | Nightmare | Duct Tape |
Cw: Implied torture
People liked my Hero/Villain whump so I'm gonna write more of that because that is the good shit and I didn't want to be repetitive before. Also Villain Caretaker>>>>>>Villain Whumper
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By the time Villain had found Hero, they had already been beaten unconscious and their attacker was long gone. They lay, bruised and bleeding, ducktape binding their hands and feet and covering their mouth.
Villain cursed and scooped them up into their arms, carrying them with ease to their car. Once their limp form was suitably strapped in, Villain tore out of the car park and headed for their lair. They didn't bother removing the duct tape just yet, it would have been a waste of time.
Villain called Henchman on the way, cutting red lights and cursing at crossings.
"Boss?"
"You're going to find out who hurt Hero, and you're going to bring them to me."
"Is everything okay? What happened."
"You're going to find them, do you understand?"
"Uh, yes boss, of course."
The line went dead and Villain swerved to avoid a truck as they sped through another intersection.
When they eventually arrived at their lair, Hero had begun to stir.
Villain unbuckled them from their seat and ripped the tape from their mouth, carrying them into their lair and placing them gently on a couch.
They used a knife to cut the bonds from Hero and laid them out as gently as they could.
Hero began to stir, but Villain quickly realised they weren't waking, they were having a nightmare.
"No, please, no more," Hero begged, and Villain cursed, but let them sleep through it. It's worse to wake them during a nightmare, they knew.
But when Hero kept struggling, and wouldn't calm down, Villain found themself strapping their struggling nemesis to the table they normally used for torture.
"Calm down, I'm trying to help you."
Hero wasn't listening. "No, please, no"
Villain didn't listen and began preparing the supplies to treat Hero's various wounds.
They treated their burns and the slash across their forehead, whispering encouragements as they set Hero's broken leg. Hero had given up fighting, hovering halfway between conscious and unconscious
"You're doing great," they said, and Hero just gritted their teeth against the pain as their leg was splinted.
They bandaged Hero's cut arms, and eventually moved to cut off Hero's shirt, to reveal a myriad of cuts crisscrossing their chest.
Villain glared, trying to reign in their anger, then placed the scissors down on the table, with probably more force than necessary. Hero flinched at the clatter.
"Who did this?"
Hero shook their head.
"Tell me."
Hero looked away as best they could and didn't meet Villain's gaze. Villain just cursed again and set to work on the wounds on their chest.
When they were done, they retrieved an injection of antibiotics from their supplies. Hero tried to struggle away, but they were held tight.
"Calm down. It's just antibiotics, some of you're wounds are already infected."
Hero gulped. "Why are you doing this?"
Villain didn't look at them as they pressed the syringe into Hero's arm and pressed in the plunger.
"No one gets to hurt you but me. Get that?"
Hero nodded hesitantly, and Villain stepped away from him, beginning to clean up the various packages and bloody clothes left around.
Henchman interrupted before Hero could question anymore.
They gave barely a glance to Hero before they turned to Villain, their grin positively feral.
"Found him," they said, and Villain smiled.
June of Doom Day 6
"You're doing great."
| Injection | Nightmare | Duct Tape |
Cw: Implied torture
People liked my Hero/Villain whump so I'm gonna write more of that because that is the good shit and I didn't want to be repetitive before. Also Villain Caretaker>>>>>>Villain Whumper
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By the time Villain had found Hero, they had already been beaten unconscious and their attacker was long gone. They lay, bruised and bleeding, ducktape binding their hands and feet and covering their mouth.
Villain cursed and scooped them up into their arms, carrying them with ease to their car. Once their limp form was suitably strapped in, Villain tore out of the car park and headed for their lair. They didn't bother removing the duct tape just yet, it would have been a waste of time.
Villain called Henchman on the way, cutting red lights and cursing at crossings.
"Boss?"
"You're going to find out who hurt Hero, and you're going to bring them to me."
"Is everything okay? What happened."
"You're going to find them, do you understand?"
"Uh, yes boss, of course."
The line went dead and Villain swerved to avoid a truck as they sped through another intersection.
When they eventually arrived at their lair, Hero had begun to stir.
Villain unbuckled them from their seat and ripped the tape from their mouth, carrying them into their lair and placing them gently on a couch.
They used a knife to cut the bonds from Hero and laid them out as gently as they could.
Hero began to stir, but Villain quickly realised they weren't waking, they were having a nightmare.
"No, please, no more," Hero begged, and Villain cursed, but let them sleep through it. It's worse to wake them during a nightmare, they knew.
But when Hero kept struggling, and wouldn't calm down, Villain found themself strapping their struggling nemesis to the table they normally used for torture.
"Calm down, I'm trying to help you."
Hero wasn't listening. "No, please, no"
Villain didn't listen and began preparing the supplies to treat Hero's various wounds.
They treated their burns and the slash across their forehead, whispering encouragements as they set Hero's broken leg. Hero had given up fighting, hovering halfway between conscious and unconscious
"You're doing great," they said, and Hero just gritted their teeth against the pain as their leg was splinted.
They bandaged Hero's cut arms, and eventually moved to cut off Hero's shirt, to reveal a myriad of cuts crisscrossing their chest.
Villain glared, trying to reign in their anger, then placed the scissors down on the table, with probably more force than necessary. Hero flinched at the clatter.
"Who did this?"
Hero shook their head.
"Tell me."
Hero looked away as best they could and didn't meet Villain's gaze. Villain just cursed again and set to work on the wounds on their chest.
When they were done, they retrieved an injection of antibiotics from their supplies. Hero tried to struggle away, but they were held tight.
"Calm down. It's just antibiotics, some of you're wounds are already infected."
Hero gulped. "Why are you doing this?"
Villain didn't look at them as they pressed the syringe into Hero's arm and pressed in the plunger.
"No one gets to hurt you but me. Get that?"
Hero nodded hesitantly, and Villain stepped away from him, beginning to clean up the various packages and bloody clothes left around.
Henchman interrupted before Hero could question anymore.
They gave barely a glance to Hero before they turned to Villain, their grin positively feral.
"Found him," they said, and Villain smiled.
June of Doom Day 11
"We're out of time"
| Firearm | Backseat | Self-Defence |
Cw: the prompts above, beating
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Villain slammed his foot on the gas and the car shot out onto the road. They served and narrowly missed a few lamppost and pedestrians before making it onto the narrow road and taking off. They could hear the revving of the engines behind them as Superhero followed.
They cursed and swerved around onto a side street as the bullet began raining down onto them.
Hero groaned in the backseat. "Keep your head down," Villain ordered, ducking themself as a fresh wave of bullets came shattering the back window.
They didn't look up in time to properly avoid the car parked in front of them, and Villain swerved dangerously, the car careening into a wall.
The airbags deployed and all Villain could hear in those moments was ringing. They were vaguely aware of hands grabbing them, yanking them from their seat, and they only came to when the cold barrel of a gun was pressed to their head.
"You'll die for this, Villain," Superhero sneered, but before he could pull the trigger, Villain batted the gun away. They were on their feet in seconds, swaying slightly as they vision blurred, but they managed to block Superhero's first punch.
But not their second.
Villain hit the ground with a loud thud, and they didn't even manage to roll over before a kick was landed on their stomach.
Villain coughed blood, cursing, but Superhero just laughed.
They leaned down for another blow but were cut off by Sidekick.
"Superhero. We're out of time," they said hurriedly, gesturing to where a small crowd of civilians was gathering.
"Take them away. Lock them up somewhere nice and cozy until I find some time to deal with them."
Villain could only groan as they were hauled up and thrown in the backseat of a car, just watching as a half-conscious Hero was carried away by Superhero.
June of Doom Day 11
"We're out of time"
| Firearm | Backseat | Self-Defence |
Cw: the prompts above, beating
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Villain slammed his foot on the gas and the car shot out onto the road. They served and narrowly missed a few lamppost and pedestrians before making it onto the narrow road and taking off. They could hear the revving of the engines behind them as Superhero followed.
They cursed and swerved around onto a side street as the bullet began raining down onto them.
Hero groaned in the backseat. "Keep your head down," Villain ordered, ducking themself as a fresh wave of bullets came shattering the back window.
They didn't look up in time to properly avoid the car parked in front of them, and Villain swerved dangerously, the car careening into a wall.
The airbags deployed and all Villain could hear in those moments was ringing. They were vaguely aware of hands grabbing them, yanking them from their seat, and they only came to when the cold barrel of a gun was pressed to their head.
"You'll die for this, Villain," Superhero sneered, but before he could pull the trigger, Villain batted the gun away. They were on their feet in seconds, swaying slightly as they vision blurred, but they managed to block Superhero's first punch.
But not their second.
Villain hit the ground with a loud thud, and they didn't even manage to roll over before a kick was landed on their stomach.
Villain coughed blood, cursing, but Superhero just laughed.
They leaned down for another blow but were cut off by Sidekick.
"Superhero. We're out of time," they said hurriedly, gesturing to where a small crowd of civilians was gathering.
"Take them away. Lock them up somewhere nice and cozy until I find some time to deal with them."
Villain could only groan as they were hauled up and thrown in the backseat of a car, just watching as a half-conscious Hero was carried away by Superhero.
June of Doom Day 14
"What were you thinking?"
| Slurred Speech | Impalement | Fight |
Cw: The prompts above
Yall this is so tragic its after midnight and i haven't posted. But i haven't slept either so it still counts as the 14th in my mind.
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"What were you thinking?" Villain cried, holding Hero by the shoulders as they slumped around the pipe through their midsection.
"Had to-," Hero's speech was slurred. "Had to fight."
"No, no you didn't," Villain hissed, and placed their hand on the metal rod. "This is going to hurt."
"Wait-" Hero tried, but Villain didn't listen as they yanked the pole out. It fell to the ground with a clatter as Hero hissed in pain. Villain caught them as they fell, placong pressure on the wound.
"Time to get you to a hospital."
Hero was muttering, but Villain couldn't make out what they were saying, their speech was so slurred, so they just picked up Hero, bridal style, and set off towards their car, ready to bring Hero to hospital, and leaving the bloody aftermath of the fight on the ground in the alley behind them.
June of Doom Day 14
"What were you thinking?"
| Slurred Speech | Impalement | Fight |
Cw: The prompts above
Yall this is so tragic its after midnight and i haven't posted. But i haven't slept either so it still counts as the 14th in my mind.
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"What were you thinking?" Villain cried, holding Hero by the shoulders as they slumped around the pipe through their midsection.
"Had to-," Hero's speech was slurred. "Had to fight."
"No, no you didn't," Villain hissed, and placed their hand on the metal rod. "This is going to hurt."
"Wait-" Hero tried, but Villain didn't listen as they yanked the pole out. It fell to the ground with a clatter as Hero hissed in pain. Villain caught them as they fell, placong pressure on the wound.
"Time to get you to a hospital."
Hero was muttering, but Villain couldn't make out what they were saying, their speech was so slurred, so they just picked up Hero, bridal style, and set off towards their car, ready to bring Hero to hospital, and leaving the bloody aftermath of the fight on the ground in the alley behind them.
June of Doom Day 21
"On three"
| Dehydration | Memory Loss | Choke |
Cw: Implied torture, the tags above
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Villain cursed as they tried to lift Hero from the ground. They were weak and limp, their legs too wobbly to stand on their own.
"Who-" Hero swallowed, their mouth so dry it was hard to talk. They hadn't had any water for almost two days. "Who are you?"
Villain looked away. Hero hadn't recognised them when they arrived. They were counting on it staying that way for a while. "A friend," they said, finally, and managed to hoist Hero's arm over their shoulder and lift them, half dragging Hero away from the cell.
Villain could still feel the bruises on their neck from the collar that had choked them every time they swallowed, but they didn't say anything to Hero. They didn't need Hero to worry. They needed Hero focused on getting out.
"Come on," Villain muttered and Hero tried their best to get their feet under them.
The pair limped out the door and into the weak sunlight, and Villain immediatley turned towards the woods. It wouldn't be long now before Superhero returned.
They had just reached the treeline when the rumble of the car could be heard coming around the corner, and Villain gripped Hero tighter and turned to run.
June of Doom Day 21
"On three"
| Dehydration | Memory Loss | Choke |
Cw: Implied torture, the tags above
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Villain cursed as they tried to lift Hero from the ground. They were weak and limp, their legs too wobbly to stand on their own.
"Who-" Hero swallowed, their mouth so dry it was hard to talk. They hadn't had any water for almost two days. "Who are you?"
Villain looked away. Hero hadn't recognised them when they arrived. They were counting on it staying that way for a while. "A friend," they said, finally, and managed to hoist Hero's arm over their shoulder and lift them, half dragging Hero away from the cell.
Villain could still feel the bruises on their neck from the collar that had choked them every time they swallowed, but they didn't say anything to Hero. They didn't need Hero to worry. They needed Hero focused on getting out.
"Come on," Villain muttered and Hero tried their best to get their feet under them.
The pair limped out the door and into the weak sunlight, and Villain immediatley turned towards the woods. It wouldn't be long now before Superhero returned.
They had just reached the treeline when the rumble of the car could be heard coming around the corner, and Villain gripped Hero tighter and turned to run.
June of Doom Day 23
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
| Poison | Rash | Double Cross |
Cw: The tags above.
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Villain had flown in and scooped Hero up so fast that Sidekick didn't have a chance to stop them.
They'd been perched on a roof nearby as they watched Sidekick stab Hero in the back, literally.
That wasn't on Villain's to do list. They had plans. Big plans. And none of those plans involved Hero getting killed by Sidekick.
So here they were, carrying a half-unconscious Hero through the skies as they flew to their base.
They landed and strode in, not even offering a word of explanation to their henchman as they dumped Hero unceremoniously on the kitchen table and began gathering supplies.
Hero didn't move from where they were put, too injured to even try.
Villain was halfway through stitching up the wound when they noticed the rash.
The skin around the slit was red and swollen, but that was normal for a stab wound, but it was beginning to spread. The slightly patterned rash had spread up to Hero's shoulder, and that definitley wasn't normal.
"Henchman!" Villain called, and their loyal servant came. Villain tossed them the knife. "That poison?"
Henchman inspected the blade, sniffed it, then nodded, and Villain cursed.
"Get me an antidote, now."
Henchman only nodded and scurried off as Hero began to stir.
Villain shook them.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" they asked, waving two fingers in front of Hero.
Hero's brows scrunched together. "F-four?" They managed and Villain cursed again, grabbing the bag of supplies in preparation for a long night.
June of Doom Day 23
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
| Poison | Rash | Double Cross |
Cw: The tags above.
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Villain had flown in and scooped Hero up so fast that Sidekick didn't have a chance to stop them.
They'd been perched on a roof nearby as they watched Sidekick stab Hero in the back, literally.
That wasn't on Villain's to do list. They had plans. Big plans. And none of those plans involved Hero getting killed by Sidekick.
So here they were, carrying a half-unconscious Hero through the skies as they flew to their base.
They landed and strode in, not even offering a word of explanation to their henchman as they dumped Hero unceremoniously on the kitchen table and began gathering supplies.
Hero didn't move from where they were put, too injured to even try.
Villain was halfway through stitching up the wound when they noticed the rash.
The skin around the slit was red and swollen, but that was normal for a stab wound, but it was beginning to spread. The slightly patterned rash had spread up to Hero's shoulder, and that definitley wasn't normal.
"Henchman!" Villain called, and their loyal servant came. Villain tossed them the knife. "That poison?"
Henchman inspected the blade, sniffed it, then nodded, and Villain cursed.
"Get me an antidote, now."
Henchman only nodded and scurried off as Hero began to stir.
Villain shook them.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" they asked, waving two fingers in front of Hero.
Hero's brows scrunched together. "F-four?" They managed and Villain cursed again, grabbing the bag of supplies in preparation for a long night.
June of Doom Day 27
"I'm so sorry."
| Sacrifice | Obsession | Display |
Cw: The tags above, chains, abandonment
...
Hero struggled against the cultists as they were dragged forward towards the altar, but their hands were bound tight, and there was nothing they could do to stop from being forced to their knees before the decorated podium.
They watched as the cultists arranged themselves, in circle, their robes dragging on the ground dramatically. They would have scoffed at the theatrics if they hadn't glanced up.
Above them, hanging from the ceiling by various chains, were seven people. And one of them was villain.
Villain appeared the only one that was awake. They gave a little half-hearted wave to Hero, seemingly nonchalant, but Hero could see the wince of pain from here.
A tear slipped from Hero's eye. They had arrested Henchman when they came claiming Villain had been taken. They had convinced everyone it was trap. Convinced no one to go after them.
But here was Villain, very much kidnapped, hanging from a cult's ceiling.
"I'm so sorry," Hero muttered, and Villain frowned, then gestured towards the altar.
Or what had been an altar.
When Hero turned their attention back to the centre of the circle, the draped table was gone, replaced by a kneeling woman.
One of the cultists kicked Hero forward and they stumbled, falling to their knees before her.
"We have brought them to you, our goddess," the cultist said, bowing.
The woman nodded and shooed them away.
She turned to Hero.
"My child, I have been looking for you for so long. I took this from you so you would come but you never did," she gestured at Villain. "I'm sorry if my people were harsh, but all will be well now that you are here."
"Wait, what?" Hero cocked their head. They had never seen this woman before in their life. "Do I know you?"
"No my child, not yet. But I know you. And now, you will be mine."
"Wait, no-"
They didn't get to finish their sentence as the woman gripped their shirt and pulled them towards her, until her face was mere inches from theirs.
"And now that I have you, I will never let you go."
June of Doom Day 27
"I'm so sorry."
| Sacrifice | Obsession | Display |
Cw: The tags above, chains, abandonment
...
Hero struggled against the cultists as they were dragged forward towards the altar, but their hands were bound tight, and there was nothing they could do to stop from being forced to their knees before the decorated podium.
They watched as the cultists arranged themselves, in circle, their robes dragging on the ground dramatically. They would have scoffed at the theatrics if they hadn't glanced up.
Above them, hanging from the ceiling by various chains, were seven people. And one of them was villain.
Villain appeared the only one that was awake. They gave a little half-hearted wave to Hero, seemingly nonchalant, but Hero could see the wince of pain from here.
A tear slipped from Hero's eye. They had arrested Henchman when they came claiming Villain had been taken. They had convinced everyone it was trap. Convinced no one to go after them.
But here was Villain, very much kidnapped, hanging from a cult's ceiling.
"I'm so sorry," Hero muttered, and Villain frowned, then gestured towards the altar.
Or what had been an altar.
When Hero turned their attention back to the centre of the circle, the draped table was gone, replaced by a kneeling woman.
One of the cultists kicked Hero forward and they stumbled, falling to their knees before her.
"We have brought them to you, our goddess," the cultist said, bowing.
The woman nodded and shooed them away.
She turned to Hero.
"My child, I have been looking for you for so long. I took this from you so you would come but you never did," she gestured at Villain. "I'm sorry if my people were harsh, but all will be well now that you are here."
"Wait, what?" Hero cocked their head. They had never seen this woman before in their life. "Do I know you?"
"No my child, not yet. But I know you. And now, you will be mine."
"Wait, no-"
They didn't get to finish their sentence as the woman gripped their shirt and pulled them towards her, until her face was mere inches from theirs.
"And now that I have you, I will never let you go."
June of Doom Day 30
"Are you scared yet?"
| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |
Cw: the tags above
...
Hero banged on the wood above them, but it didn't budge. This wasn't happening. Hero was hyperventilating already. This was not happening.
They heard a chuckle from above as Villain dumped another shovelful of dirt onto Hero.
"Are you scared yet?"
When they recieved no response, another wad of dirt fell onto the coffin Hero was trapped in.
"You shouldn't have tried to run away Hero. You know I can't let this go unpunished. I'm going to bury you here until I think you've learned you lesson. And who knows? Maybe it will be too late when I finally dig you up."
Another shovelful. Some dirt cane through the gaos in the wood and fell into Hero's mouth. They spat it out, shutting their eyes tight.
"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," they muttered to themself, but to no avail, they didn't magically wake up and find it was all a dream, they just began to hyperventilate even worse as another shovelful of dirt landed above them.
June of Doom Day 30
"Are you scared yet?"
| Buried Alive | Failed Escape | Denial |
Cw: the tags above
...
Hero banged on the wood above them, but it didn't budge. This wasn't happening. Hero was hyperventilating already. This was not happening.
They heard a chuckle from above as Villain dumped another shovelful of dirt onto Hero.
"Are you scared yet?"
When they recieved no response, another wad of dirt fell onto the coffin Hero was trapped in.
"You shouldn't have tried to run away Hero. You know I can't let this go unpunished. I'm going to bury you here until I think you've learned you lesson. And who knows? Maybe it will be too late when I finally dig you up."
Another shovelful. Some dirt cane through the gaos in the wood and fell into Hero's mouth. They spat it out, shutting their eyes tight.
"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real," they muttered to themself, but to no avail, they didn't magically wake up and find it was all a dream, they just began to hyperventilate even worse as another shovelful of dirt landed above them.
“You’re drunk,” the villain said, voice tinted with surprise.
The hero hiccuped.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No—wait, why are you here?”
The villain laughed.
“Someone told me a party was going on, and that I should crash it. I didn’t expect it to be yours.”
The hero blinked back a sudden onslaught of tears.
“Not really mine any more. So if you had any reservations about crashing…”
The villain arched a brow, and sat down on the slightly damp grass across from the hero.
“Are you saying you want me to crash your party?”
“Not my party.”
The villain tugged out a piece of grass.
“Why isn’t it your party anymore.”
“It just isn’t,” the hero said around a sob.
The villain studied them, too observant, too seeing.
“Does this have anything to do with you being drunk?”
The hero hiccuped again. “No.”
The villain hummed.
“I thought you had a problem with alcohol. Because of your—“
The hero stuck their hand out, pressing a finger to the villain’s lips.
“Can we not?”
The villain had the audacity to smile.
“Stop smiling.”
The villain obliged.
“Did you…did you want to get drunk?”
The hero didn’t answer, and the villain stiffened. Their eye caught on the empty solo cup, abandoned on the grass beside them.
“Please—and I mean this in every sense of the word—tell me that those ‘friends’ of yours did not spike your drink.”
The hero shrugged, noncommittally.
“They just wanted me to relax. Have fun. It isn’t their fault.”
When they looked up again, the villain was seething.
“They drugged you.”
“That sounds so bad—“
“Did you give consent?” The villain’s face was carved from stone.
“I—they wanted me to relax.”
“That’s a no.” The villain grabbed the hero’s chin. “If it isn’t an enthusiastic yes, it’s a no.”
The hero moved their head from the villain’s hand.
“It’s fine.”
“It isn’t.”
The hero looked back at the villain. The villain sighed.
“You’re even more stubborn when you’re drunk.”
Ridiculously, the hero smiled.
A moment later, the villain held out their hand.
“Come on. Let’s go get you some better friends—these ones are trash.”
The hero blinked uncertainly. They shot a glance back at the house, humming with music, and laughter, and light. The hero doubted their friends—their ex friends—had even noticed they were gone.
They took the villain’s hand.
“As long as they aren’t douchebags.”
The villain laughed. God, they had a nice laugh, and led the hero away, down the street, and kept holding their hand the whole time.
The only friend the hero ended up making that night was the villain.
And in the end, they were the only friend that mattered.
“You cannot run from me. I made you,” the villain soothed. The hero balked, like a frightened horse, all jerky limbs and anxiety.
“You may have made me, but you haven’t kept me.”
The villain looked disappointed, then, as if the hero was a petulant child.
“A fact I hope to remedy.”
The hero bared their teeth.
“Keep hoping, then.”
And they fled.