#whumptember day 16

[iwritewhump]

"Can I go home now?" + young whumpee + captive + chains around the wrists

day 16 of @whumptember

272 words

warnings: young whumpee, being left behind/forgotten

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Villain walks into the small room and sets a plate down in front of Sidekick. “Hungry?” 

“Can I go home now?” Sidekick asks, eyeing the plate warily. 

Villain shakes her head, “Not just yet, little one.” 

Sidekick writhes against the restraints, she stares up at Villain and cries, “Why are you doing this?” 

Villain kneels down in front of Hero and frowns, “I’m trying to teach someone a lesson.” she says, cupping Sidekick’s cheek. “He’s been too reckless with you for too long. Some day, you won’t come back.” 

Sidekick pulls away, she curls more into herself and her cheek rests on her raised arm. The cuffs groan with the added weight and the chains jangle with the movement. “He’ll be here for me before you know it. He- he’ll kick down your door and save me.” she forces a smug smile and sighs. “I know he will.” 

Villain stands and brushes the wrinkles out of her clothes, “I hope he is. But, if he isn’t…I’ll take the chains off and let you go. You have my word.” 

She turns and exits the room, leaving Sidekick alone. She waits for five hours, alone, scared, and restrained before the door opens again. 

Smiling, Sidekick pushes herself up against the wall and tries to stand, despite the restraints. “I knew you’d come for me!” 

The door pushes the rest of the way open and Villain walks back in the room. She smiles sadly and walks up to Sidekick with a key in her hand. 

“I’m sorry, kid. I wish he’d shown up for you.” She says, softly removing the cuffs from Sidekick’s worn wrists. 

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember day 16 #whump #whump fic #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #villain whumper #villain caretaker #sidekick whumpee #hero whumper #sidekick whump #my writing #chained by the wrists #can i go home now? #captive #young whumpee

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 16

“Can I go home now?”

Young whumpee | Captive | Chains around the wrists

The Bee’s Whumptember Masterlist

~940 words

CW: CREEPY WHUMPER, kidnapping, noncon touch, implied future noncon? (it's kinda vague but jic)

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“Please, please, I– I don’t know what’s going on–... What– what are you gonna do wi– with me?...”

Whumper looked down into the bright shining eyes of their platoon’s latest catch, their breath hitching so pretty as they trembled against the wall, holding their shackled arms protectively crossed over their ribcage. Like a dead man walking. How fitting.

Whumper slowly inched closer to their captive prey. They were so young too. Must have been the type to enroll as soon as they turned eighteen. “Calm down, sweet thing, we just want some information. This’ll all go easier if you just let go, it’s gonna happen one way or the other…”

Whumpee did the opposite of that. They pressed themself further into the wall, eyes darting around wildly looking for any, any escape, sinking into themself and curling into the tightest ball they could manage, chain clinking as it fell across their legs and winded around to an eyelet in the floor. They were literally chained to the floor. They squeezed their eyes shut as they buried their head in their knees, crying incoherently. “Please, please, stay away, don’t touch me, please I do-on’t wanna die PLE-E-E-EAS-SE!”

Whumper crouched down in front of Whumpee, examining them with shining eyes. Sure, they were only supposed to get some information out of them; where the troops were headed, what weapons they had, that sort of thing. But Whumper couldn’t resist an opportunity like this.

Whumpee flinched when they ran their fingers through Whumpee’s hair, scratching at their scalp in a way that might have been soothing in another context.

 “Oh, sweet thing… you’re not really helping your case right now, are you?” Whumper cooed, lilting their head understandingly. “But I suppose you can’t be helped. You’re so small, just a baby…”

“I– I-I’m no-o-ot,” Whumpee hitched. They tried to duck away from Whumper’s tender hand, only to let out a yelp when Whumper grasped their hair and slammed their head back into the wall.

“You are, though.” 

Whumper drove Whumpee’s head back again. Whumpee could practically see stars dancing across the darkness at the sides of their vision. “Maybe if you were bigger, you could have prevented this, hm? Maybe you could have stopped us from slaughtering all your friends… Hell, maybe you could have won! Bigger, tougher, stronger, what if, what if…” Whumper tapped Whumpee’s head with a single finger. 

“But seeing as you’re not, you’ll do as I say. So get up. ”

They didn’t move. The world fuzzed around them, everything a dark grey smudge. They sure felt small.

“Get up.”

Get away get away getawaygetawaygetawaygetawaygetawaygetaway.

“GET UP!” Whumper raised their fist and slammed it down on Whumpee’s head. Whumpee cried out, their entire vision turning red and static-y.

“You gonna get the fuck up now?”

Whumpee shot up stock straight, so fast that they stood over Whumper for a moment as they too stood up to their full height. Any small sense of victory that held was shattered as Whumper towered over them once more. Whumpee was small compared to them, huh? No, no, Whumpee was average, Whumper was the one that was the fucking freak.

Nonetheless, Whumpee stared right up into Whumper’s patronizing eyes. “Th-there, is that what you wanted?” they spat, almost managing to control their shaking voice. “Can I– Can I go home now-w?”

The request was meant to be sarcastic. Rude. Defiant. But just the thought of them being able to go home? Away from this hell hole and the psychos that captured them, the ones who only seemed to care about tormenting and hurting them instead of interrogating them? It made Whumpee’s jaw tremble.

Whumper chuckled darkly, and Whumpee had to fight the urge to shrink into a little ball again. Whumper slammed them back into the wall and pinned them with their forearm, face so close that Whumpee could taste their disgusting breath.

“Oh, you really are adorable, sweetheart… Shame I’ll probably have to kill you, no?” Whumper drawled, holding their gaze with a wicked smile. Whumpee made sure to shoot back every ounce of hatred they could muster. Whumper brought their other hand up and ran their fingers gently down the line of Whumpee’s jaw. “But hey, I’ve got you here now. Lets have some fun, yeah?”

Whumpee kicked Whumper in the shin as hard as they could and shoved them away almost on reflex. Whumper stumbled back with an angry shriek, and Whumpee ran. There was no fucking way they’d ever let that–

The chain binding their hands went taut and yanked Whumpee backward, sweeping them in such a way that they landed prostrated right at Whumper’s feet. Whumper stomped on the chain linking their hands together, and on two of their fingers in the process, tweaking their hand painfully between the binding manacles. Whumpee cried out, in equal parts from frustration, grief, and pain. They curled in around themself again, tears spotting the filthy floor underneath them.

“You need to be taught some manners when you’re around your superiors.” Whumper tutted, anger edging the very corners of their voice like Whumpee was a dog that just scratched them. They twisted the heel back and forth, grinding Whumpee’s hand into what felt like a fine paste under the chain. Whumpee could barely do more than gasp and choke on their own throat in an effort not to scream.

“Luckily, we have all the time in the world.” Whumper clutched a handful of Whumpee’s hair again and pulled up, making Whumpee’s back arch painfully as they forced their desperate captive to look straight into their twisted smile.

 ”Where I can do whatever I want with you.”

@whumptember

#whumptember2023 #whumptember day 16 #day sixteen: can i go home now #day sixteen: young whumpee #day sixteen: captive #day sixteen: chains around the wrists #whump #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #writeblr #military whump #ehehehe #this one was fun to write

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 16

“Can I go home now?” Young whumpee | Captive | Chains around the wrists Content warning: intimate whumper, noncon touching (nonsexual)

"Um. Excuse me?"

Whumper turned away from their book, glancing to look at Whumpee. Whumpee sat just where they'd been left, sat nearly on the sofa, posture rigid. Whumper’s eyes instinctually moved to their wrist, to the cuffs binding their wrists. They scanned down the twin chains, watching as they combined into one chain in the middle, then snaked across the floor, ending in their hand. They squeezed their end of the chain, reminding themselves it was still there. 

They looked back at their pet, smiling. "Yes, darling?"

Whumpee, the shy thing they were, shuddered at the response. It took them a moment to compose themselves. Whumper sat patiently, waiting. 

When they finally spoke, their voice trembled. "I appreciate what you've done for me, truly! You've been–, so kind and thoughtful," They began ringing their hands, their chain clicking softly. "But I, um. Is it possible that maybe," they paused, giving a shuttering breath. "Can I go home now? Please?"

Whumper didn't respond for a long moment, simply rolling the chain across their fingers. They placed their book down. 

"I truly am thankful for all you've done, truly!" Whumpee's voice rose an octave as they spoke, hands raising in a gesture of submission. "I really am! B-but I have work to catch up on, and my family's likely noticed I'm gone, and my bills are–,"

Whumpee’s ramblings were cut off with a yelp as their chain was jerked forward. They were pulled to their feet. 

Whumper’s smile widened as they pulled the chain towards them, dragging Whumpee along. Whumpee only whimpered as they walked, eyes wide and words dead in their mouth. When they were close enough, Whumper grabbed at Whumpee’s collar, dragging them forward until Whumpee was practically sitting in Whumper’s lap.

 "You don’t have to worry about any of that anymore darling," Whumper's voice was a coo as they snake a hand behind Whumpee's head, pulling them in. "You are home."

#whumpee #whumper #whump #intimate whumper #whumptember 2023 #whumptember day 16 #my stuff #day 16: “can i go home now?”/captivite/chains around the wrists #captivity whump #noncon touching

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Whumptember day 16. Captive | Chains around the wrists

Here's Kane from @whumpsday's series Kane and Jim. He's melting ♡♡♡

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @whumpsday @whumpshaped @heavenlyeden @thecyrulik

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Kane de Sang #fanart #whump #art #Whumptember2023 #Whumptember day 16 #Captive #Chains around the wrists

[cywscross]

remake the universe (remake us)

Fandom: Bleach

Character/Pairing: Aizen Sousuke & Kurosaki Ichigo, Kurosaki Ichigo/Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sousuke & Kurosaki Ichigo & Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sousuke & Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke, Aizen Sousuke, Shihouin Yoruichi

Rating: T

Word Count: 14015

Summary: There are different ways to conquer, different ways to win. Ichigo's greatest victories have always been in people.

Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Quincy War AU, Soul King Ichigo, Time Travel, Codependency, Obsession, Blood and Injury, Unreliable Narrator, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Submitted For: - Whumptember 2023 - Day 1: "Did I do good?" - Mentor whumper | Young hero | Blood loss (@whumptember) - Post-July Break Bingo 2023 - Trying to seduce your archnemesis/rival - 100ships - 06. Lust - Trope Bingo [Round 16] - Sacrifice - Hurt/Comfort Bingo [Round 13] - coughing up blood - Gen Prompt Bingo [Round 19] - Enemies - Bad Things Happen Bingo [Card 2] - Dying in Their Arms (@badthingshappenbingo) - 100prompts - 018. Wishing

#whumptember2023 #whumptember2023 day 1 #badthingshappenbingo #prompt: dying in their arms #cywscross #fanfiction #bleach #uraichi #aiichi #uraichiai #whumptember 2023 #post july break bingo 2023 #100 ships challenge #trope bingo #hurt/comfort bingo #gen prompt bingo #100 prompts challenge

[pigeonwhumps]

"Did I do good?"

Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch

Whumptember day 1: "Did I do good?" | mentor whumper | young hero | blood loss

1.3k

CWs: immortal whumpee, minor whump (aged 16), hero whump, abuse, panic attack, PTSD, implied flashback, burns, accidental whump, begging, training whump, misunderstandings, low self-esteem, caretaker new whumper, phobias, Whumpee convinced whumper is helping (I have no idea what to call it – conditioning? Brainwashing? Idk)

Phoenix sits and shivers in the kitchen, shins wound around the legs of the chair. Abbie lounges in a chair opposite, arms folded, legs stretched out comfortably. Her face is stern, like it usually is, they can't tell what she's thinking. It makes them unaccountably nervous.

They'd like to get something warm. But Abbie wants to do their review before they go anywhere, and as their mentor, she gets the final say.

"So, it's the end of your first month here. How do you think you're doing?"

Phoenix swallows. That's always the hardest part of anything. How do they think they've been doing? It's tricky to answer.

"I've, um, I've been learning, sir," they say, quietly but firmly.

"Hmm. I do think you should be learning faster. After all, you've barely improved since we first met, and that was two years ago now."

"Oh. Yes, sir."

They don't mention that for most of those two years, they weren't allowed to use their powers. Abbie already knows that. Instead, they swallow hard. There's something they need to know.

"Did I do good, sir? Today? So far?"

Abbie makes a considering noise.

"You're doing okay, but I can't say more than that. You really need to improve your control over your powers. You don't want them visible all the time." Her gaze moves pointedly to their flickering arms, which they quickly cover with their sleeves. "Quite frankly I'm not sure how long it's going to take you to learn control naturally. That's what these are for."

Abbie pulls out a pair of gleaming metal cuffs and sets them on the table. Phoenix feels like a bucket of ice has been tipped down their spine, and they don't know why.

"They'll suppress your powers, except for your immortality, which is always needed. I want you to feel what it's like not to have access to your powers, so you can work towards that feeling. I think it would be good for you."

Phoenix freezes. They feel both hot and cold, unable to move, staring. No. Nonono. If it's anything like when they stopped by choice that time for weeks, they really don't want it. Abbie says it's good for them, so it should be, right? But they're not sure they can cope with that.

"Please, sir, please, I can't stand it, please, anything else, just not that, please."

"Phoenix," growls Abbie, "what did we say about talking back?"

"Not to. But please, sir, anything else, I'll do whatever you want, I'll suppress it myself, I've done it before, I can do it, please please don't make me do this."

They're frantic, spitting out whatever comes through their mind, they can't do this, they can't, they have to get out of it, it's way too much, and maybe they deserve it but they can't cope with that.

It's not long before they feel a strong heat on their arm and yelp, then scream as it heats up until it scorches.

They're not going to cry. They've been through worse, emotionally speaking, they're not going to cry.

Abbie drags them through the corridors, her hand a burning brand on their already-bruised arm, until they reach a small door. Phoenix frowns at it. What's going on?

"I'm sorry, Phoenix, but you need to learn."

"What– no! No, please! I didn't, I didn't mean to, please don't!" They scramble forward from where they hit the back wall at Abbie's push, it's no more than a foot forward, but she blocks their path, and it's pitch-black dark around the edges all of a sudden, no lights inside. "Please, please let me out! I've learnt, I promise, please–"

Abbie raises an eyebrow. "You haven't, though. You need to learn how to control your powers, and you can't do it out here, there's a danger you'll hurt us. Give me your wrists."

Phoenix sticks them out, trembling, and Abbie locks cuffs around them. Immediately they go cold, empty, like what makes them them is being sucked out of them.

"Please," they whisper. "Please, Abbie, sir, don't shut me in here."

"I'm sorry. But it's for your own good. And ours."

Phoenix sniffs. She does look regretful, but then she shuts the door, and they can't help banging on it desperately. It's so dark and small and it's terrifying, they can't stop seeing the monsters that haunt it, that haunt them every time they're shut in the dark and the cold.

But then, Abbie can't know they're scared, right? It's not her fault.

"Please," they sob, desperately, as loud as they can but still not very loud. "Please, let me out. Please, sir, I'll learn, I'll be good, please."

But despite their pleas, no-one comes, and they discover that they are going to cry after all.

_

Aaron sits Phoenix down on his bed and passes them the mug of hot chocolate, carefully wrapping their hands around it when they don't move.

"Thank you, sir," they whisper, taking a sip that reveals the slightly-chipped triceratops inside.

"Hey. It's just me, Phoenix. It's only Aaron."

"Aaron." Their eyes start to fill with recognition, and Aaron nods.

"Yeah."

"I– I– what–"

"You freaked out after you got burned in a training bout. I'm so sorry about that, by the way, I didn't– it shouldn't have gone that far. I shouldn't have left you alone with him, even though he wasn't someone we already knew would hurt you. I'm not sure what you were thinking about, but it was pretty bad. You were begging."

Phoenix swallows, looking down, away from Aaron's gaze.

"I'm sorry. Did, um, did I do good, sir?"

"Yeah." They don't mention that they always do. Phoenix won't believe that. "Can you tell me what you were thinking about? You don't have to, but I'd like to help."

Phoenix sets down the hot chocolate and twists their hands together in their lap, not looking at Aaron.

"Abbie used to help me train by, um, taking away my powers so I knew what it felt like, so I could, um, work towards it. But she did it in the dark as a punishment, and, um, it wasn't big, and so when the power went out and you tried to treat the burn it was, um, too much. Too much. Please, sir, I don't– please."

They look up at him cautiously and gulp, mistaking his look of horror and disgust for one of... thoughtfulness, maybe? He's not sure. All he knows is that Phoenix says, trying their best not to sound reluctant or scared, "You can do it too if, um, if you like. I know I, um, deserve it. Just, if it's not too much, um, to ask, please, please can you not burn me on the way, sir. It's too much, um, with that as well."

"No. God no." Phoenix badly suppresses a flinch. "No, not that way round, I– shit. I'd never hurt you or punish you in that way. That's needlessly cruel." They can think of several other words for it, but they don't want Phoenix to shut down. And they will if confronted with the reality of Abbie's treatment.

"It wasn't always bad," murmurs Phoenix. "If, um, if I was good, if I apologised and learnt well enough, Abbie would let me out early. She did that a lot early on. She was, um, she was very lenient with me, despite how much I failed."

Aaron's jaw tightens in a way that makes Phoenix's eyes flash with fear before they cover it. Aaron squeezes their hand.

"Not angry at you, I promise. You should never have been forced in there in the first place. That's not the way to train someone. Your team should never have terrorised you to try and force you to learn."

Phoenix shakes their head, curling in towards Aaron. "They didn't terrorise me. I'm fine."

Aaron raises an eyebrow. "So your claustrophobia and nyctophobia hasn't gotten worse since you started here, then?"

And Phoenix... they don't have an answer to that.

#whump #whump writing #immortal cannon fodder #phoenix oc #abbie oc #aaron oc #whumpee and caretaker #whumpee and whumper #immortal whumpee #minor whump #abuse #burn #claustrophobia #nyctophobia #panic attack #ptsd #hero whump #hero whumpee #hero whumper #hero caretaker #phoenix is baby #spoiler: abbie does in fact know theyre scared #caretaker new whumper #outcast whumpee #whumptember2023 #whumptember2023 day 1 #day one: did i do good? #day one: mentor whumper #day one: young hero

[wardenred]

Whumptember 16: "Can I go home now?"

Let's take another brand-new OC and lock him up in a Bad Place, why don't we.

He woke up to a steel-lined boot tip prodding his ribs and, as usual, pitch-black darkness. Another fine day in the Dark General's prison.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled, even though he knew that would only make the next nudge harder. This was about principle. He was the fucking crown prince. That was the entire reason he'd been kidnapped. The least he could do was remind his captors about his privilege at every opportunity. Sometimes, he did it because he felt it enhanced his chances of survival. Other times, he was driven by the hope they might get fed up and grant him a quick death.

His rib was certainly going to bruise. Again. He squirmed away.

Then, a familiar chuckle from above made his blood curdle.

"Still not a morning person, are you, Your Highness?"

Wonderful. It wasn't any of his usual jailors. It was the General himself.

He breathed through the fear. What was the worst that could happen, at this point? Nothing he hadn't survived before. He would be fine. 

Pain was better than giving up.

"To be a morning person, I would need to face actual mornings," he said. "For all I know, it's midnight. Or noon. Or precisely the time for six o'clock tea, which I'm sure I won't be served, again." He finished with an exaggerated yawn and sat up, stretching as lavishly as his chained wrists allowed him. "Well? Something you need to tell me?"

He braced himself for the sting of one of those blood magic spells, or maybe for a kick in the teeth. Neither came. There was about a seventy percent chance this was a good sign.

But then there was also the pause before the answer, and those seldom meant anything good. The prince supposed he would just have to wait and see.

That was what his entire life has become about lately. Waiting and seeing. Or not seeing, rather, given the abysmal lighting conditions in this god-forsaken dungeon.

He supposed it could be worse. He could be placed in a room with a lot of candles and a nice big mirror for him to survey his pitiful condition. The prince made a mental note of never suggesting this to his captors. Why give them ideas?

"Your father has agreed to pay the ransom," the General said in a voice quite suitable for a courtly discussion of the weather: breezy, indifferent, with daggers hidden behind each syllable. "He has even graciously offered to double the amount."

It doesn't mean anything, the prince immediately told himself. Not while I'm still here. He couldn't even be sure whether this was anywhere close to the realm of truth. Another brainfuck seemed as likely as anything.

"What a loss to the royal treasury. Next, will you tell me I'm free to go home?"

The General scoffed. "Certainly not. He is still, you see, stubbornly refusing to abdicate."

Of course he is. 

There were times the crown prince hated his father for this. Wished he'd been born to a different bloodline, one that valued its offspring more than its power. He understood, though, that if he hailed from a family like that, he'd be far worse at surviving.

He took after his father, after all. Also stubbornly refusing to give up, no matter how much easier it would make his life if he did.

"Good for him. Bad for me, I guess. So, where do we go from here?"

He wished the General stopped making those pauses. Anticipation was always the worst.

#warden's random scribbles #whumptember2023 #original fiction #flash fiction #snippet #whump writing #writeblr #writblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #captive #chains around the wrists #sensory deprivation #imprisoned #hostage

[bluegreenamber]

Whumptember 2023 Masterlist

Since I'm mostly posting my fics on Ao3 now and only really cross-posting them here for BTHB, I've decided that a masterlist with links to my Ao3 works would be simpler for Whumptember 2023 (partly because I actually understand Ao3's tagging and warning system, which are crucial to the event). Also, since I'm combining Whumptember prompts with the remaining prompts from my BTHB card, I'll still post the fics fulfilling BTHB on Tumblr, but all of the remaining Whumptember fics will just be linked on this masterlist.

Here is a link to my Whumptember 2023 series on Ao3 that has more info about how I'm tackling this writing challenge. Links to individual fics are under the cut and will be updated as I post. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Day 1: The Hubris of Our Forefathers

Day 2*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 1

Day 3*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 1

Day 4: Blood of My Blood ch. 1

Day 5: One Foot In

Day 6: Blood of My Blood ch. 2

Day 7*: Blood of My Blood ch. 3

Day 8*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 2

Day 9*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 3

Day 10*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 2

Day 11*: Lavender Tea

Day 12*: Home and Bodies

Day 13*: Talking Ghosts

Day 14*: To Steal and Steel a Heart

Day 15*: Absence and Adhesion

Day 16*: When the Caught Fly Spins a Web of Its Own

Day 17: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 4

Day 18*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 5

Day 19: How to Play a Pair of Kings

Day 20: Empty Isn't Nothing

Day 21*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 3

Day 22*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 6

Day 23*: Quicksand

Day 24: Living Metamorphosis

Day 25: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 4

Day 26*: Bury Us Together

Day 27*: Fading Visions of Grandeur

Day 28*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 7

Day 29*: We Were Out of Time

Day 30: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 8

*Days demarcated with an asterisk also fulfill my BTHB card prompts and can be found on Tumblr and Ao3

#whumptember2023 #masterlist

[iwritewhump]

whumptember days 15, 16, and 17

title: revenge

prompts: “i’ve been watching you for some time now,” stalker whumper, “i’m going to hurt everyone you care about,” crying, “i know what you did,” being followed

warnings: drugging, slight descriptions of a corpse, drinking (i think that’s it, but please let me know if i missed any!)

characters: villain, whumper

a/n: i think it’s a little rushed at the end, but i was very tired and knew i had to finish writing quickly, so if it stops making as much sense, that’s why

1180 words

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Villain watched as Sidekick danced across the floor with Hero. It would be easy to imagine them as flying, their feet barely touched the floor. She was smiling wider than she ever had when she lived with him and he was truly happy for her. Despite her betrayal. 

He sighed and looked away, not wanting her to catch his eye and his cover to be blown. As much as he yearned to get up and take her hand, he wouldn’t. He had to stay hidden-for now at least. 

He needed a drink. 

He stayed along the edge of the room, avoiding making eye contact with anyone who he passed. The bartender was quick with his drink and Villain was grateful for it. There were too many people around. Someone bumped him and he turned to apologize, but they were gone. He took the drink back to his table and drank it quickly, not noticing that it tasted a little…off. 

The night was almost over, less and less people danced to the music, but Sidekick never tired. He’d bet that she would dance until they kicked her out. His head was fuzzy and he was tired, so it was time to call it a night. 

He stumbled out the door, ignoring the bartender when asked if he was alright to get home on his own, and into the cold. His breath clouded and he watched the vapor disappear into the air. Someone bumped into him again and this time, he caught them before they disappeared. He grabbed their shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

The stranger smiled, “Not your fault.” he pulled his shoulder away from Villain and started walking away, then after a few steps he stopped and turned around. “Hey, are you alright? You don’t look too hot.” 

Villain sputtered, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just had too much to drink.” 

The stranger nodded. “Need a ride? I can probably drop you off at your place.” 

Villain shook his head. Even with his head swimming, he knew it wasn’t a good idea. “I’m good to walk, thanks.” 

The stranger walked up to him and took his arm, “It’s really no problem.” 

He dragged Villain behind him to a blue truck. Villain felt like his head was full of cotton. The stranger helped him into the passenger seat and closed the door before getting into the driver’s seat. He slammed the door loudly and locked the truck. Villain looked at the latch and noticed that it had been cut shorter than it should be. There was no way for him to unlock the door. 

He protested weakly when the stranger reached across his chest and pulled the seatbelt down. It clicked into place and the stranger pulled something out of Villain’s pocket. It was his wallet. The stranger flipped through his wallet and pulled out his license before putting the wallet back in Villain’s pocket. 

“Alrighty, let’s get you home.” he said cheerily. The truck sputtered for a moment, but started without too much trouble and Villain couldn’t stop his eyes from closing. 

When Villain woke up, the sun was filtering in through the blinds. That wasn’t right, all his blinds were light blocking. He was suddenly very awake. Something was pressing on his chest and legs, keeping him from moving and he realized he was tied to something. It wasn’t something hard, so he would almost bet it was a bed or couch, which didn’t put his mind at ease. He struggled against the restraints before someone stood above him. The bottom half of their face was covered with a cloth and they wore gloves. 

“Took you long enough to wake up.” they said. 

Villain said something, but his voice was muffled by some sort of gag in his mouth. 

The stranger frowned. “You mean you don’t remember me? You ruined my life.” they circled Villain. “So it’s only right that I ruin yours in return. Isn’t it?”

“You see,” they said, “I’ve been watching you for some time now and I can confidently say that I know almost everything about you. I know how you like your coffee, what meds you take at night, that you can’t stand to see Sidekick with Hero.” 

Villain tensed. The stranger chuckled. “Thought that’d get your attention. I know exactly who you are, Villain. I know what you’ve done and you won’t get away with it.” 

Villain writhed under the ropes and the stranger rolled their eyes. “The only way you’re getting out of here is when I let you go. Trust me, I’ve tied lots of people up and they never get out on their own. Just sit tight and wait while I hurt everyone you care about.” 

The stranger patted Villain’s cheek and walked away from him. A door opened, then closed and Villain was alone. 

For the next two hours, Villain struggled against the ropes. The stranger was right, there was no way he was getting free on his own. The gag made it nearly impossible to make any noise, and Villain was so, so tired. Maybe if he just took a quick nap, he’d be able to escape when he woke up…

The door opened and the stranger walked into their house. Villain was snoring softly and they scoffed. They kicked the mattress and Villain woke up with a start. He looked around wildly until he saw the stranger. 

“I’m back,” they said in a singsong voice. “Look at what I did.” 

They held their phone over Villain’s face and Villain shouted around the gag. It was a picture of Sidekick. Her face was covered in blood and her shirt was ripped. Villain thrashed against the ropes, shouting what can only be assumed as curses at the stranger. They clicked their phone off and held Villain’s chest down. 

“There, there, Villain. You need to calm down, right now.” they spat. Villain fought against them and they sighed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I still have to get you home before anyone finds her.” 

They grabbed something next to them and Villain felt a prick in his shoulder. His vision clouded and his limbs were heavy. Tears slid down his face as his strength quickly left him. His eyes closed and he felt the ropes being loosened. But there was nothing he could do. 

He didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious before he woke up again, but he was back home and there was no sign of the stranger. 

The door was kicked in and people filed inside, Villain tried to sit up, wanting to be able to fight back if he needed to, but his muscles wouldn’t listen to him. 

“Villain. This is for Sidekick.” someone said to him. He was lifted off the ground and something-handcuffs?- wrapped around his wrists. He tried to protest, but he couldn’t get the words out. 

Someone dragged him out of his house and threw him in the trunk of a car and slammed the hood down. Before he could figure out what was happening, the car was bouncing along some dirt road. 

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