#betrayal whump

[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee

CW: Whumper turned caretaker, injured whumpee, defiant, restrained, angst

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Whumpee awoke in their enemies infirmary.

An IV was pricking their arm and the lights were dimmed. They twitched as their wrist ached from the handcuff binding them to the bed.

"You're awake? I was getting worried about you." Whumper hummed, sitting by their bedside with a large cup of coffee. Whumpee shakily rose their hand as the handcuff clinked.

"This isn't necessary." Whumpee tiredly mumbled.

"My my, you've been awake for ten seconds and already making demands." Whumper chuckled. "But I'm afraid we're not on that level of trust yet, I can get you something for the bruise."

Whumpee tried to sit up, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. 

"I'm a w-wounded prisoner. It's not like I know my w-way around here-" Their voice hitched as their arm gave in as they collapsed. Whumper was quick to pull them up and put a pillow behind their back.

"Easy now, you're still healing. -And don't downgrade yourself, you could still pack a punch, I know how you were trained." Whumper scolded, fixing the blanket around them.

"How could you possibly know that." Whumpee squinted. Whumper ignored their question and waved someone over; they were handed something whumpee couldn't see from the bed. Whumper moved towards them whumpee tried to scamper as far as the handcuff could go.

"Hey! Hey, calm down. It's not going to hurt you." Whumper lulled, placing a plate with a full meal on their lap. "Look, it's just a peace offering."

Whumpee's face flushed with a hint of pink as they lowered their shoulders. Hospitality was the least they expected from their enemy's leader. "You're feeding me?" Whumpee tilted their head.

"Of course I'm feeding you. I saved your life, I'm not going to waste it all by starving you. Gracious, eat your dinner." Whumper scoffed. 

"This is dinner? How long did you sedate me?" Whumpee suddenly perked up.

"I didn't sedate you, you were exhausted. That's just how long you slept. Now eat, you'll feel better." They nudged, taking their wrist and putting a plastic fork in whumpee's hand.

"If I didn't know any better," Whumper chuckled, "I would guess your beloved team wasn't feeding you either-"

Whumper felt movement and grabbed whumpee's arm before they attempted to plummet the fork into whumper's neck. They glared at each other as Whumpee was panting and pouring with sweat.

"Sweetheart, that is a plastic fork you're holding." Whumper glared.

"I know. But it's got three sh-sharp points and that's good enough f-for me." Whumpee grunted, still attempting to stab them. Whumper grabbed their collar and yanked them mere inches away. Whumpee pushed and tried to back-peddle as whumper held their collar.

"That was a cute try." Whumper whispered in their ear. "But you don't have the strength to fight just yet, little lamb. Should have eaten first." They plucked the fork out of Whumpee's hand and released them. Whumpee fell back and winced, holding their wound as it pulsed. They could feel the stitches underneath their shirt, staying intact at least...

"You honestly can't believe you'll keep me here like this! I don't want to be here- I'm not your pet to tease!" Whumpee shouted at them.

"You're not my pet. If you want to be that way, then sure; you're like a lamb running for the cliffs that I have to keep pulling you away from." Whumper straightened their jacket and rubbed their neck.

"You're only keeping me alive so you can torture me later, I've told you from the start I won't ever give up my team-"

"-No." Whumper cut them off.

Whumpee suddenly quieted and closed their lips. "... What do you mean no?" They quietly asked.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, your head is so full of lies it sickens me to know what they've taught you! You want to know why I stayed by your side all day? You woke up throughout the night and cried yourself right back to sleep!"

"I wasn't crying!" Whumpee sobbed, covering their face and fell silent. Whumper shut their mouth and leaned back, realizing they had corned them. "I'm sorry. I uh ... I'll give you some space. I'll come check on you later." Whumper quickly stood. They craned their head back to see whumpee was now curled on their side facing away from them.

Whumpee flinched when they heard a "clink" as the handcuff fell off their wrist. It was a feeling of pure light and relief. It was a surprising gesture, even for the stunt they pulled with the now-revoked plastic fork.

This wasn't the ruthless enemy whumpee was expecting; whumper speaks as if they know more about their own team than whumpee does. If they got trusted enough to freely walk around, they would get to find their own answers deep in the core of their enemies base. 

 Perhaps this was an opportunity.

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[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me"

Content warning: hospital whump, (arguably) bad caretaker

“You lied to me.” 

Those were the words Caretaker was greeted with when they entered Whumpee’s hospital room. They looked small and sickly in their bed, medical equipment seeming to engulf their thin frame. A sickly blush covered their face, looking almost like a rash on irritated skin. Their eyes were still glassy, but far more alert than when Caretaker had last seen them. 

Caretaker hadn’t expected them to be awake yet. Let alone sitting upright in bed. Let alone glaring at Caretaker with so much venom that they nearly took a step back in shock.

:”Baby, what–”

“You said you’d never force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. You lied.”

“I–,” the denial died in Caretaker’s throat before it formed. Whumpee was right, technically. Caretaker had known they would refuse to go to the doctor. The only reason they’d gone before was because they’d been unconscious, and even then they’d demanded to be released as soon as possible. They would never willingly decide to go to the hospital.

Caretaker knew all that. And so when Whumpee, already struggling to recover from what they’d endured under Whumper, had fallen ill, Caretaker knew they’d never agree to see a doctor. 

And so Caretaker hadn’t bothered asking. 

It’d been easy to slip something into their food. They usually would’ve noticed it instantly, but illness had dulled their sharp mind and left them half delirious with fever. It’d been easy to bundle their limp, far too light body in a blanket and tuck them into the car. It’d been easy to ignore the look of betrayal in their half lidded eyes, and pretend their slurred objections were just incoherent mumblings. 

Some part of them had hoped Whumpee wouldn’t remember it. 

“I had no choice,” they said instead. 

“You had no choice?” Whumpee laughed, humorless and unpleasant. “You drugged me and dragged me to the hospital. Who forced you to do that?”

“I had to, Whumpee. You weren’t getting better. You were sick, and injuries from–...from before–,” Caretaker hesitated, stuttering. 

Whumpee did not. “From Whumper? You can say it. I’m not going to fall apart.”

Caretaker nodded, swallowing thickly. “You were already hurt, your body couldn’t handle illness alongside that. You may not remember but–,” the memory of the coughing fits that left Whumpee struggling to stay upright, the unfocused and cloudy eyes staring dully at nothing, the ever rising number on the thermometer, flashed through Caretaker’s mind. “--it was bad. I was worried you’d die. I just wanted to help you, and I knew you wouldn’t let me.”

“So it’s my fault now?,” Bitterness dripped from every word Whumpee spoke. They tried to lift themselves into a more upright position, arms shaking from the effort, and Caretaker had to resist the urge to rush over and help them. “It’s my fault I don’t get to make decisions for myself anymore?” 

“I never said that.”

“You think you just have a right. Because you ‘care about me’, you have the right to ignore every single thing I want. Because you’re smarter, because you know better.” 

“Just listen–”

“No, you listen,” the words came out in a growl. Whumpee’s hands gripped at the bedsheets, shaking. “Everyone’s always–always deciding shit for me! Treating me like I can’t be trusted anymore, like I’m some little kid who can’t think for themselves! Whumper thought the exact same thing, but it’s fine when you do it, right?!”

“Stop it.” the words came out more harshly than Caretaker had expected. Whumpee flinched back as if they’d been hit, falling silent. “Don’t compare me to them. I’m trying to help you, and you’re fighting me at every turn! We just got you back, and it’s like you’re trying to leave again,” the words spilled out of Caretaker, half angry, half pleading. “I’m not going to sit by and let you hurt yourself.”

The two fell into silence. For the briefest moment, a look of fear flash over Whumpee’s face. They shrank back, and in that instant the guilt Caretaker felt nearly sent them to their knees. Whumpee’s look of resentment returned only a moment later, but the anger that had fueled it seemed snuffed out. They wouldn’t look Caretaker in the eye. 

The beeping of Whumpee’s heart monitor, insistent and far too fast, felt like a condemnation in Caretaker’s ears. 

Caretaker let out a shuddering sigh, a hand coming up to rest in their hair. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Whumpee was silent for a long moment, not turning their gaze upward. When they finally spoke, their voice was quiet, drained of energy. “Just leave.”

“Please, just let me explain–,”

“Please. Don’t make me beg.” 

“I’m sorry.”

Whumpee didn’t respond. They didn’t look up when Caretaker left.

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[whumpwillow]

Okay but think of a villain, madly in love with his hero. So much so that he was changing his evil ways and becoming a better person and feeling genuine joy after so many years of pain and loneliness. He was reluctant at first but now the hero’s arms are the only place he feels completely safe in.

But to the hero it was only a plan to have him under control. And when they get what they want they just give him up to the authorities, betrayed, alone, possibly badly mistreated in prison. And he just stares, taking the kicks and punches without saying a word. Because of course that was bound to happen, he's a horrible criminal

Bonus if eventually hero regrets it and misses him and goes to save him but he already seems so broken

bestie that’s literally so mean

#love it tho #whump #whump prompt #willow answers #answered asks #whump prompts #whumpee #whump tropes #basically villain whumpee will always be the best #villain whumpee #villain whump #betrayal whump #hero whumper #hero x villain

[auroragehenna]

Whump prompt

Hurt or betrayed Whumpee wanting to make the person that wronged them suffer. They call upon a deity/patron/demon/fae/you name it for help. For their power. They get their revenge.

But that revenge was never free...

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[whumpasaurus101]

“Say something, anything!!!” Caretaker begged, clinging into Whumpee’s shirt who just stared down at them, pure hurt and betrayal filling their face;

“I trusted you…..”

#dang #some angst before i sleep #gotta get those mimis in fr fr #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #betrayal #betrayal whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

[echoingalaxies]

Whump drabbles, 6/100: spy.

“Wait.” Caretaker squinted, bringing the photograph closer to her face. It was a family portrait, found in Whumper’s old lair. “Is that…”

She turned the photo towards Whumpee, pointing at someone in the middle, right next to the man they knew was…

“Whumper,” Whumpee whispered. “With Teammate.”

Both men’s features were easily recognisable, and seeing them side by side, they did look similar.

Whumpee looked at Caretaker. “What do we do now?”

The picture frame dropped from Caretaker’s hands. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her pistol.

“We chat,” she said. “Our friend’s got some explaining to do.”

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[whumpdaydreamerx]

A and B are in the middle of an investigation, hunting a serial killer. They arrive at the latest victim's home, getting to work, examining the evidence left behind.

They split up to divide the task – trying to figure out who the killer is and if the victim left any indication of who it could be. A takes the bedroom, and B takes the living room.

In the bedroom A finds the victim's desk, cluttered with the usual items, but amongst the mess, a laptop sits. They notice a small flashing icon at the bottom of the screen. When they click it, a message appears:

New Recording Available:

[Play] [Delete]

To A's surprise, the victim had hidden cameras set up in their home for reasons unknown. Excited to gain some potentially new information, A whispered an enthusiastic yes to themselves and pressed play.

As quickly as the triumphant smile climbed onto A's face, it fell. Their breath caught in their throat – the video made their heart sink to their stomach.

Tears well in A's eyes as they watched B drag the screaming victim across the living room floor. They made quick work of incapacitating them, laughing at the suffering they caused. B stared into the victim's eyes before plunging a knife into their chest, twisting it slowly. B smirking as they watched the life drain from their prey.

A's attention is pulled away from the screen as they hear B's familiar footsteps approaching from down the hall. Breathing heavily, they slowly reach down to grip the gun in their holster. The footsteps stop at the doorway behind them. Even though they know B's there, they still jump at the sound of their voice.

"You alright in here, partner?" A doesn't answer, instead attempting to steel themselves. "A?" They turn around drawing their gun and aiming it directly at B, tears streaming down their face.

"Whoa, what are you doing?!" B raises their hands in defense. Gun still trained, A stepped to the side, revealing the laptop. As if a switch clicked, all the emotion drained from B's face, leaving a cold, dark gaze.

They lowered their arms nonchalantly and chuckled dryly. "Knew I forgot something. Looks like you discovered my little secret. Too bad you're the one who found it.” They cocked their head to the side with a pout, “I really, really liked you A…"

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[brainrotlesbian]

Whumpee turned whumper

Whumpee who was betrayed or left behind by someone they cared about, or their team, and now they seek revenge. They’re not usually this cruel or vindictive, but they are towards the person/people who betrayed them.

Does their betrayer have a valid reason for why the abandoned whumpee? Doesn’t matter, whumpee is still gonna seek revenge for this.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee turned whumper #betrayal whump

[vilifyanddefile]

For the love of fucking god, TAG YOUR GOD DAMN NON CON WORKS. Keep it under the see all line so people dont get triggered by your whump non con scenarios. It can be a great outlet to release your trauma or feelings but NOT at the sake of other peoples fucking mental health. Tag your god damn works.

#whump #implied noncon #non con #whump community #betrayal whump #bad caretaker

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Out of Control

Hero bolted through the woods, leaving a glistening trail of ice behind them as they ran.

"Hero, stop!" Superhero called, "we're trying to help you!"

Hero didn't stop. They couldn't. Their powers were out of control, they had to get out of the city before they hurt someone. Hero stopped when they bumped into a chest. Hero felt a pair of hands wrap around their shoulders. They looked up into Villain's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Villain asked, worry etched into their features, "you're as cold as ice."

"My powers," Hero panted, their breath coming out in a white cloud, "they're out of control. Superhero and the league are after me, they-"

"It's okay," Villain said, "I'm gonna help you... They're over here!"

Hero's eyes widened. They tried to free themselves from Villain's grip, but Villain wrapped them in a tight embrace.

"Let me go!" Hero cried, icy tears streaming down their face, "you don't know what they'll do to me, they'll-"

"Shh, it's alright," Villain soothed, "you're not thinking straight. Superhero wants to help you."

A series of footsteps thundered over the forest floor. The league was getting closer. Hero heard a whirr through the air and a sharp pinch in their shoulder. Hero squirmed in Villain's hold, but they were already becoming drowsy.

"It's okay," Villain ran a hand up and down the back of Hero's head, "it's okay."

One final tear rolled down Hero's cheek as their eyes fluttered closed. Their knees buckled, now Villain was the only thing holding them up. They felt Villain plant a small kiss on their forehead, then they drifted off completely.

...

Villain held Hero close as Superhero and the rest of the league screeched to a halt.

"Villain," Superhero said, "how did you-"

"Don't try to arrest me, you know I'll escape," Villain said; they looked down at Hero, "...just help them."

Superhero nodded.

"Of course."

Two league members brought over a stretcher. Villain gently laid Hero down on it. They carried Hero back through the woods. Villain went to follow but Superhero put a hand on their chest.

"I know how you feel about them," Superhero said, "but let us take it from here."

"I'm not leaving them," Villain argued, "they're in pain, they need me."

"We'll contact you as soon as they're stable, I promise," Superhero said, "but for now, let us take care of our teammate."

Villain looked down and nodded.

"Thank you." Superhero said, then they turned and followed the rest of the league out of the woods, leaving Villain alone under the trees.

Part 2

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[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee: Final 1/2

CW: Betrayal, team whump, whumper turned caretaker, assassination attempt, hurt/comfort, annggsst

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Whumper watched over whumpee all throughout the night. Whumpee would wake up, not remember where they were, then struggle until whumper soothed them back asleep.

Whumper knew the sleepless nights would catch up with them eventually. They downed a tall cup of coffee, hoping to stay awake until morning...

------

Whumpee woke up that morning staring wide-eyed at whumper fast asleep on the bed with them. "Hey." Whumpee spoke, testfully poked whumper's arm. They groaned, but remained out cold.

Whumpee climbed over them and touched their bare foot to the floor, they immediately felt something cold as they flinched. There was spilt coffee at the foot of the bed along with an assortment of papers. They were badly stained, any information whumpee could have gleaned were long gone.

A silver key was dangling from whumper's pocket. If whumpee couldn't find information here, then there would be something elsewhere.

They clutched the key and snuck out of the infirmary. There were guards patrolling the halls as whumpee ducked around the corner. They let the guards pass, before slipping into the hall behind them. Whumpee tried every door they passed, all locked tight and the key fit none of them.

There was one last engraved door at the end of the hall. Whumpee heard the guards coming back around as they trembled and kept missing the keyhole. There was a silent *click* as the door swung open. Whumpee jumped in and shut the door behind them, taking a deep sigh of relief.

They stood in what seemed to be whumper's office; a large wooden desk, walls adorned with weapons, massive bookshelves. Everything whumpee expected whumper's office to look like, really.

They turned on a lamp and rooted through the desk. There were moundfuls of documents detailing whumpee's team. There were things here whumpee didn't even know... Things they weren't classified to know. They were told whumper was a murderer, someone who killed on sight; they took no prisoners and mercy was unheard of.

"Then why did you save me?" Whumpee whispered, looking at a framed picture of whumper proudly standing with their team. "Why capture me for intel if you had it already?"

In the depths of a drawer, whumpee found a roughly bound journal. It was branded with whumpee's team logo. They recognized it; each team carried one to document missions. Even whumpee had their own, though this one looked ancient...

They opened the first page before suddenly, the door opened and the lights flashed on. Whumpee gasped and dropped the book, frozen as they looked up like a deer in headlights. The person staring back had the very same expression. Horror, adrenaline, confusion.

-It was one of whumpee's teammates, dressed darkly and hooded as they took an astonished step towards whumpee.

"Whumpee? You're alive?" They whispered. "How? We thought they killed you." They gasped. Whumpee covered their mouth and clambered back to their feet. They were flooded with relief seeing a friendly face. They tried to figure out how to say a million words in a single breath.

"It's a long story-" Whumpee heaved, "I've been kept here by whumper, I got hurt in the attack and I-I was bleeding out and I was-" Whumpee trailed off with a flicker of doubt. They knew their team would think whumpee betrayed them if they were found alive in whumper's custody. The amount of intel that could be tortured out of them...

"I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't looking right at you." Their teammate filled in the silence, taking a step closer. "To think all this time, you survived..."

They didn't sound happy. Both of their eyes dropped to the journal between their feet, branded with their symbol.

"Ah, I see... So you found it." Their teammate stared.

"Found what? What have you not told me?" Whumpee demanded.

They crouched down to pick up the book, as they heard a *sswick* of a blade being unsheathed. Whumpee stopped in their tracks. They slowly looked up and stared into the tip of a blade and the eyes of someone who was no ally.

"I really am sorry." Their teammate whispered softly. "But you died that day, whumpee. It has to stay that way, for the good of all of us. You understand, don't you?" They took a step closer as whumpee snatched the book in their arms and backed away.

"Oh, come on, don't make this difficult. You've died once for us already. You can do it one more time, can't you?" They tilted their head.

"Can't I know why?" Whumpee's voice broke as their back hit the wall. "I- I didn't give you up, I didn't tell whumper anything. They weren't even what I thought they were... They weren't what you told me!" Whumpee suddenly shouted.

"I'm sure you didn't, you were always loyal. But it was never about that."

The blade came to their throat as whumpee shuttered and closed their eyes. The sound of a blade piercing flesh, a hot splatter of blood hit their chest, yet they felt nothing but cold adrenaline.

There was hollow silence. Whumpee opened their eyes, their teammate's face was blank as they sunk to the floor on their knees. Their silhouette was replaced by whumper, holding a dripping blade with a look of pure hatred.

"They dare set foot in my house!?" Whumper shouted. Their eyes suddenly darted to whumpee, who flinched. Their back was to the corner, face stained with blood, they trembled while hugging the journal to their chest.

"How did you get- ... No, one thing at a time." Whumper stopped themselves, putting the blade out of sight. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" They asked instead, nudging the corpse off their feet.

"I'm- ... I'm not hurt." Whumpee responded rapidly, trying not to show they were gasping for breath. "They were going to k-kill me." Whumpee touched their fingers to their chest where their teammates blood was splattered. "And you just... S-saved my life..."

"As much as I want to gloat and say I told you so- I'm just glad I got here when I did. Come with me, let's get you changed and we'll talk." Whumper held out their hand.

To be continued, 2/2

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[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Pst. Something you may not have considered about betrayal. (Especially if the betrayer was someone close to you)

Something of comfort to you— if it was from them, a gift perhaps. It feels tainted. No matter how important that item is/was to you; knowing that is was from them it changes things

#I’m going through a lot right now #so this is how I cope and offer ideas at the same time #whump #whump ideas #my posts #whump things #vent post #whump community #whumpblr #betrayal #betrayal whump #and you feel stupid #for not knowing; not guessing #how could you have spent so much time with this person without having a clue

[whumpwillow]

For the whumpee types ask:

Self-sacrificing whumpees who can’t bear to see someone they love be tortured, so they offer themselves up to satisfy whumper’s twisted whims and fantasies every single time. They’re a broken husk of a thing by the end but they take comfort in knowing they spared their friends from the same terrible fate.

Bonus points if the friends whumpee tries to protect are in cahoots with whumper.

Bonus bonus points if the whumpee learns the truth after a long, long time; their noble sacrifice has always been a meaningless farce.

OOF OUCH MY BONES

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[lesbianwriter]

Part one

Part three

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this?” Sidekick questioned, quietly matching pace with Hero.

“I don’t have much of a choice.” Hero muttered. She rubbed at her eyes and stared down at her untouched coffee. It was exactly how she liked it, but her stomach was a massive gaping hole, and if she had anything then she wasn’t sure she’d be able to retain it.

“I don’t think you should be doing this, but let’s be honest, you know her best.”

“Know her best?” Hero repeated. “Know her best?! What do I know, Sidekick? The fake her that lied to me? I don’t know her—I don’t know anything because I was stupid enough to fall for it all!”

“Hero, you’re the one who was with her the most—intimately, may I add. You are the one most likely to know the parts of her that weren’t lies.” Sidekick held up their hands.

Hero sniffed and kept walking, hoping to shake Sidekick off around the sharp turns in the hallway.

How could anybody say that she knew Villain best?!

She didn’t know Villain. Who she knew (thought she knew) was Civilian, but how could she truly know somebody if that somebody wasn’t real at all. It’s impossible to know somebody if the very core of their existence—their entire identity—is one huge lie. The Civilian that Hero had dated was dead. Villain was the one she was meant to interrogate, and she didn’t know zilch about her.

“Look, nobody’s expecting you not to be emotional, but what we are expecting is that you use what you do know.” Sidekick grabbed onto Hero’s shoulder. “Use the good memories. Guilt her into telling the truth. All of us need you to do this.”

Tears burned the corners of Hero’s eyes.

“Maybe you should find another hero.” Hero bit out, yanking her shoulder away. Bitterness tainted her voice, and though she felt bad, she didn’t feel bad enough to apologize. Venom still ran off her tongue. “Superhero said that they’d try interrogating her without me first. Then I won’t have to do anything but go back home and reattach my door!”

“You’re being unfair. I’m trying to help.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!”

“Yes, but a hero’s job is to help people whether they ask for it or not.” Coolly, Sidekick crossed their arms. “There’s a time and a place for an outburst. If you want to scream at me, then we can do it once we’re done, but the two of us have a job to do.”

Hero’s hands clenched around the coffee cup. “You don’t get to lecture me about what’s unfair. My love life was a lie. It was a scheme by Supervillain and—and Villain’s still trying to lie to me and tell me that it’s not.” Her eyes watered, but she whirled around and kept storming down the hall in no definitive direction.

What was unfair was her girlfriend being a sham. What was unfair was being dragged into work after her life fell apart—what was unfair was those jerks knocking down her front door when it wasn’t even locked!

The least of her concerns was the door, but it was easier to pretend she cared about a slab of wood on hinges than think about her broken heart. She hadn’t even been able to fix her front door because investigators were already swarming it the moment she’d taken a step off the front porch.

They were leeches.

Greedy, greedy leeches sucking the life out of Hero’s home. The heroes were leeches sucking the last fragments of her sanity.

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—

Nobody said a word to Hero when she opened the door.

People murmured quiet greetings to Sidekick when they shuffled in after Hero, but everybody looked at Hero only to timidly revert their gazes back, as if the hero would shatter if it became obvious that they noticed the lingering tinge of redness in her eyes or the dark circles that plagued her from a sleepless night of wondering where she’d went wrong in life.

Silently, she festered in this bitterness, her eyes lowered away from the viewing window, and she only looked up when Superhero walked into the room.

“Your turn, Hero.” He announced, strolling in a taking off his gloves. When she stood up, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll be okay. Remember, this is for the good of everybody that you set aside your pain.”

“Don’t touch me.” Hero shook her shoulder away.

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—

“Hi, Hero.” Villain said. “Are you alright? You don’t look like you slept well.”

She herself didn’t look as if she’d had much sleep. Which made sense. Jail cells are notorious for not having good beds, and guilt doesn’t do anything much to relieve insomnia.

Hero sat down in the opposing metal chair, her hands bunched around the bottom of her jacket. “This is what you want, right? You haven’t spoken to anybody else so that you could force me to talk to you. So talk.”

“I’m sorry about everything.”

“Hero, question her.” Sidekick whispered.

All the questions Hero should’ve asked cycled through her mind, but there was one question nagging her. A question that if she didn’t get it answered she’d be spending the rest of her nights wondering it as she stared at the wall.

Hero pulled out the ear piece and held it tightly in her fist.

“Did you actually love me?” Her voice was pathetically broken, cracked halfway through.

Villain turned her head to the side, an almost amused smirk on her face. “Why would you say that?”

“I’m not going to let you tease me.” Hero bristled. “I want to know if anything that happened between us was real, and I want to know now.”

“Of course my love for you was real, darling.” Villain leaned forward as much as she could manage. “I loved you—I still do.”

The words hit like a slap to the face.

Could anything that Villain said be trusted?

“Why? Why did you do all of this?! What did I do to deserve this?!” Hero screamed. She slammed her hands on the table, ignoring the sting, and she felt the prickle on the back of her neck of eyes watching her from the window. “You lied to me and you say you love me!”

She was nose-to-nose with Villain now.

“You didn’t deserve any of this.” Villain kept her eyes level, a dangerous serenity to her gaze as she looked over Hero, at every plane and angle of the face she knew so well—at her lips. She huffed a faint chuckle. “Supervillain doesn’t care about who deserves what. He gave me an order, so I did my job as a spy. That’s why I did it.”

“Everything I knew about Civilian?” Her voice cracked. “Is anything about it true?”

Villain breathed in, paused, but her composure didn’t melt. “There’s always going to be some truth in a facade especially the longer it’s drawn out. Secrets don’t die. Somehow, someway, they’ll always come back.”

Hero breathed out, her breath shaky.

She didn’t know what to believe anymore.

When she’d first met Civilian she was enamored instantly, but it had been the other to make the first move, and when she did Hero was ecstatic. She’d told Sidekick about it, but Sidekick only questioned why anybody—man, woman, or anything in the universe—would ask her out without an ulterior motive. Naturally, a fight ensued. Hero was hurt. Sidekick didn’t think that anybody could love her for her, but Hero was slowly starting to realize that they were right.

She sat back down. “What is Supervillain’s plan?”

“Aw, don’t act cold with me.” Villain pouted.

“Do you think Supervillain’s coming for you? He’s not. He’ll move on with his plan and you’ll be taken down, too.” Hero responded coldly. “You got sloppy, and you got caught, so you might as well give it up.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Villain answered. “How are you so sure that I didn’t get caught on purpose?”

A distraction…

“You…you—you!” Hero gasped. She couldn’t think of a word horrible enough to call the villain across from her—the same person who’d she’d kissed more times than she could count, and who she had confided in time and time against because she thought she could trust her.

Frantically, she scrambled to put the earpiece back on, ignoring Villain’s smirk. “Sidekick?” She asked. “Sidekick, get Superhero on now!”

The other end only buzzed with static.

She whirled back around to face Villain. “Sorry, Hero.” Villain shook her head.

“You lied to me again!”

The door crashed open, and Hero moved before she’d even processed what she was doing. The gun was against Villain’s head, and she realized that she was the one holding it.

“Hero!” Supervillain boomed. “Well, I’m so glad that we’ve finally met, but it’d go much smoother if you put the gun down.”

“Where—where is everybody?” Hero demanded, her finger shaking over the trigger. She pushed it closer into Villain’s head. “I’ll shoot.”

“You won’t.” Supervillain answered, taking a confident step inside, but halting when Hero only began to inch her finger closer. “You know, this—“ he gestured broadly at the sky with his arms. “Villain planned this whole thing. Her capture, the betrayal, the distraction, and this confrontation right now. All so that you stay alive and unharmed. You’ve got to admire her, really.”

“Where are they?”

“All alive.” Supervillain held up his hands. “Now, be a dear and put that down.”

Hero looked at Villain, and Villain met her eyes. “Put it down, darling. Please.”

Hero’s hand shook, but Supervillain’s raucous laughter smashed through her thoughts. “Please! My, Hero, you really have her wrapped around your finger!”

“Apparently not enough.” She muttered. “Release my coworkers or I’ll shoot her.” Villain didn’t flinch under the cold metal of the gun against her head, she merely met Hero’s look with an unnervingly at ease smile.

“Maybe, if you hadn’t focused so much on Villain, then you’d notice the people behind you.”

Before Hero could even turn, there was a sharp prick on her neck, and her world began to fade.

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[a-class-attempter]

“Why did you betray me?” Villain’s voice was calm. Dangerously calm.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sidekick couldn’t stop crying. As much as they tried, they couldn’t get the tears to stop.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” Villain picked up a taser.

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Whump Prompt 16

This is a small one

Whump Prompt (violence)

Whumpee comes home one day to be greeted by their lovely caretaker like normal. The two embrace, Whumpee grinning with satisfaction, feeling Caretaker’s warmth. Then suddenly a sharp pain shot from their side, and Caretaker aggressively brought Whumpee closer, increasing the strong sting.

Whumpee tried to push off of Caretaker, exclaiming that something was wrong. They caught a glimpse downwards to see Caretaker’s hand clutched tightly around the handle to blade. They looked up filling with despair and betrayal, until they remembered that their long dead Whumper was a shapeshifter.

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