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patchworkorphan · 4 months

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Heroic Betrayal: part two

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Hero stared at them; mouth open in silent confusion. Which all ended when they felt cold metal press against the back of their skull. Other Hero beamed at someone behind Hero, then fixed their smug gaze on Hero’s eyes.

“You won’t because you’re coming with us.”

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“Don’t move,” came Villain’s voice over Hero’s shoulder. Hero lifted their head slightly, only to have the barrel press into their head and push it down again to face Flynn. “I will shoot you. Give him your handcuffs.”

Hero glared down at Flynn who looked entirely too pleased with himself. The barrel pressed Hero’s head down further impatiently.

“Now.”

Still Hero didn’t move. They didn’t know what to do but they knew they couldn’t just stay frozen like this forever. It was so hard to think with their heart beating fast against their chest. They needed to do something.

Flynn was a villain…

Forget it. Focus.

Flynn moved below Hero drawing them out of their trance. Flynn removed his hands from behind his head, reaching up to Hero’s waist and slid his hands to Hero’s back, unclipping the power dampening cuffs from their belt. He opened them with an easy flourish of his wrist.

Hero dodged to the right, one foot on the ground while they rounded their other foot out to Villain’s hand kicking the gun out of it. They followed the movement through, their second foot landing on the ground behind them so they stood with their knees slightly bent. Hero pressed their heels down into the dirt and lunged for Villain, catching them around the waist and they went rolling. Hero threw a punch once they stopped, but Villain caught it and clamped their fingers down on Hero’s fist, not letting go.

The corner of Villain’s lips quipped into a smile before shadows engulfed Hero's fist like a glove, and Villain squeezed Hero’s fist crushing it with their shadows. Hero cried out, ripping themselves away and stomping a heavy boot down on Villain’s armpit. Villain let go with a grunt, and Hero fell backwards, catching themself before they hit the ground. Hero stepped back, their shoulder hitting a tree, as they cradled their fist against their chest.

From Hero’s position they could see Flynn who was now standing, smiling, holding Hero’s handcuffs in their hand like it was a sure thing, like they weren’t afraid of Hero getting away from them. It made Hero’s skin crawl and blood boil at the same time.

How could he just stand there and be so nonchalant about being a villain. How did hero never notice? Never see! They were such an idiot.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Flynn said as Villain got to their feet. Hero had to fight. They had to.

Hero stood up straighter, shaking out their wrist before reaching one hand behind their back, the other over their shoulder and drew their long, curved daggers from their sheaths. The black blades glinted beautifully up at Hero, an extension of their arm and the world seemed to right itself once more. The familiar click of their power humming once their blades settled comfortably in their palm.

Hero set their jaw, glaring at Flynn, and said: “go fuck yourself.”

Villain rolled their eyes, reaching down to pick up their gun. “I told you they’re more trouble than they’re worth,” said Villain, tone bored.

Flynn’s head tilted to the side. “I know, but aren’t they just adorable?”

Hero lunged for Flynn, and Flynn ducked out of the way. Hero manoeuvred back easily, shooting their right up in a feint, Flynn dodged to the left and Hero grinned as they got the blade of their left under Flynn’s throat.

“Hero…” Flynn said with their beautiful voice and Hero could feel the edges of their vision blur. They shook their head quickly, shoving Flynn away. “Stop fighting us, Hero. Come willingly.”

Hero stopped, feeling weak, their guard lowering just a smidge. The compulsion moving through their mind like molasses, making them sluggish. Hero bit down hard on the inside of their cheek, drawing blood and the taste of iron sharpened them again.

They drew their daggers up.

Only one blade raised. Hero frowned, their head turning slowly down to their side to see a glove of shadows enshrouding their arm up to the middle of their forearm.

The shadows pulsed darkly and squeezed around Hero’s wrist until they let out a sudden painfilled cry. Hero reached over trying to claw the shadows away with their free hand, but their hand went straight through the shadows to their arm. The shadows intangible. To Hero’s horror when they pulled their hand away the shadows had wrapped around both.

Hero had barely a second to register it before the shadows pulsed again, a deep all-encompassing black and the pain intensified tenfold. The shadows were so cold, too cold and empty but they burned, as if Hero was submerged in the Arctic ocean. It felt like the shadows were burning cold under Hero's skin. Ice raced through their veins as white flashed behind Hero’s eyes, and they were screaming the only thing that seemed to bring any heat back into their body. Hero didn't even notice that they dropped their precious daggers beside them.

Every muscle in their body seized up with the blinding pain as Hero fell to their knees, gasping in shaky breaths as the excruciating pain ebbed into a sickening cold that left Hero shivering. Tears they didn't know had fallen turning cold on their cheeks. Hero was exhausted, even breathing was too much effort: their breath dredged up from their lungs, Hero heaving in heavy air. Even the darkness seemed too bright all of a sudden.

A pair of boots advanced before them, a hand went under their chin tilting their Head up to see Flynn standing above them, regarding them with a mimicry of pity. “I told you to come the easy way, Hero,” he said.

The cuffs of shadow raised Hero’s wrists to meet Flynn’s hands and he locked the cuffs down snug against Hero’s wrists. Hero felt the familiar sizzling of power beneath their veins fade and become nothing but a knowing ache, like there was something missing that is supposed to be there. Powerless. Hero barely had it in them to care, mind still hazy from the pain as the shadows dissipated under the cuffs.

Flynn reached down, scooping up Hero’s daggers and sheathed them behind Hero’s back. The action alone made Hero want to sob, the cruelty of having the opportunity to fight back so close and not being able to reach it.

“Let’s not dally any longer, Flynn. We don’t know if they called for reinforcements.”

“Don’t worry,” said Flynn, looking down at Hero with a fond smile. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind Hero’s ear as he said: “they didn’t.”

Hero shivered at their easy confidence. Hero knew Flynn and Flynn knew Hero, inside and out, they were partners... Flynn put their hands under Hero’s elbow and started guiding them up, but Hero pulled away. “Get away from me,” Hero spat, venom lilting every syllable.

The shadows reappeared at Hero’s arms, and they glared up at Villain, though they thought they were going to have a heart attack at the simple threat.

“He likes you. He wants you. He is the only thing keeping me from unleashing the shadows to wrangle some more of your pretty little tears, and cute little screams from your lips. So, if I were you, I’d listen to him and stand the fuck up, Hero.”

Hero glared at Villain, then looked down to the shadow still clinging threateningly to their arms and sucked in a sharp breath. When Flynn offered to help them up again, this time Hero let them. Hero felt bile rise in their throat when Flynn touched them, but they sucked it up for the moment. It was better than having Villain’s shadows torture them.

“There you go, Hero. See how nice it can be when we’re civil? Trust me, we’ll have fun together,” Flynn said, disgustingly chipper. “The three amigos!”

The cold air bit into Hero’s skin as they walked through the woods, Flynn walking beside them and Villain striding ahead, alert, and ready. Their muscles still shaking after the unnatural use of Villain's shadows on them.

“How long?” Hero croaked. They didn’t mean for it to come out as broken as it did; like they were a wounded dog, a stupid puppy who got kicked and kept coming back for more.

Flynn was gentle as they said: “as long as we’ve been friends, if that’s what you mean. Longer, before I even joined the academy. I guess I’ve always been a Villain, the rouse was the hero business.”

“We met at the academy. When you told me that you wanted to help people from the dregs—”

“I do,” said Flynn sincerely, and it sounded so convincing. “I just don’t think being a Hero will let me do it. Supervillain—”

“Terrorises the city!” Hero bit out. Flynn just sighed.

“Well, you’ll understand when you meet them.”

Hero’s blood ran cold, their feet slowing to a stop. Flynn glanced at Villain’s back, then stepped in front of Hero, their once kind eyes that were so reassuring now only served to terrify Hero, as if they looking into a stranger's. “You’re bringing me to Supervillain?”

“Of course. After I told Supervillain who was single handedly thwarting our every attack, seeing through every diversion…” Flynn said with a coy smile, eyes flashing with something Hero had never seen in them before. Flynn’s voice dipped as they said, “well let’s just say they were intrigued.”

Hero’s blood was pumping in their ears as they swallowed the lump in the throat, forcing themselves to speak, not to cry. Don’t cry.

“You… you were always with me… following my lead. I thought you trusted me. I thought— but after,” Hero’s eyes hardened as they shoved Flynn in the chest, pushing them back a step. “All this time you were just keeping an eye on me! You fucking— you knew Sidekick was—”

Hero’s eyes widened then, and they wanted to get sick. “You went with Sidekick… they didn’t meet Other Villain at all, did they?”

Flynn’s intelligent eyes turned cruel, drawing a sadistic smile onto his face. He reached up and grabbed Hero’s chin between his index finger and thumb, pinching it. He didn’t let Hero escape as they tried to move their head back, he just tightened his grip until it turned painful. Hero reached up again to shove Flynn back, but Flynn caught their arm and held them down, as if Hero's struggles were non-existent.

“See what I mean, Hero? So intelligent. So clever. Supervillain will love you.”

Flynn grabbed Hero’s elbow again. This time his grip was harsh and tight as he dragged Hero along with him to catch up with Villain, and Hero didn't bother to waste their energy struggling anymore. They had to relax and save their energy for the right moment.

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whumporpass · 17 days

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Arrowverse Barry Allen?

#barry allen #the flash #cw the flash #whump or pass poll #MY BIAS INCOMING #you have been warned #last warning #one more warning because I am insane #I have a very VERY strong bias.#actual final warning this time.#HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM HURT HIM #I want his entire life to be destroyed. I want him tortured. Kidnapped. Injured on Flash duty. Whumped emotionally.#Forced to watch his loved one/s die. Power surpressed or stolen entirely. Tortured more. Stabbed. Electrocuted. Enter Zoom style beatdown.#Put in a small space and unable to escape. Betrayed by someone he trusted. Tortured more. Stabbed more. Kidnapped more.#My blorbo #My beloved #My whumpee of all time #He is everything to me #He must be whumped #a decent amount of these happened in the show btw #sigh. I could have used a much whumpied pic but decided not to because; as the poll runner; I should not be biased somewhere people would rb #but if someone submits propaganda I will happily rb it as I would any propaganda #:)

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 4 Hiding an injury, Betrayal, Lying

TW/CW: Recapture, betrayal, bad caretaker, sadistic caretaker, intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, angst! Words: 853 words

The seasonal bouquet filled with early spring colours instantly caught Whumpee’s eyes. Caretaker will love this they thought. She bought it and got it wrapped pretty before returning home. For a spring day it was still surprisingly cold, so Whumpee wrapped their fluffy scarf tightly around them. That also had the advantage that nobody could really see her face. That calmed down the anxiety that Whumper would find them. And as soon as they were back in the apartment they share with Caretaker they would cook up a nice meal. Whumpee stepped into the tram and drove all the way to the last stop. Once there it was only a short walk. In the tram they had seen an advertisement for a new movie coming to the cinemas soon. Caretaker would probably like it, they should tell her about it. When they unlocked the door something felt weird. Caretaker didn’t as usual call out to them when the sound of the lock rose up. “Caretaker!”, Whumpee called out to them as they slipped out of their boots and gathered them in their left hand, opening the door with their right one. “Is everything okay?!”, they called out again.

This time Caretaker answered and Whumpee’s muscles relaxed at the sound. “Yes, everything’s okay! Sorry just tired, come in!”

“Alright,”, Whumpee said now in a normal volume and closed the door behind themselves. The boots got dropped off on the shoe carpet and they entered the living room area. Caretaker was sitting on the couch but looked way too tense.

“Tough day at work?”, Whumpee asked, hiding the bouquet behind their back.

“Yeah, something like that.”, Caretaker replied.

Then another sound came from the kitchen next to them both and Whumpee’s blood froze in their veins: “Hello, Whumpee.”

That voice. That horrific voice. The voice they never wanted to hear again, they hoped so much, they promised themselves. They kept their eyes locked onto Caretaker’s, hoping for them to tell her that it was just a hallucination. But then the shape of a person entered their peripheral vision and Whumpee’s heart sank.

“It’s been so long.”

“No-no-no-no.” Whumpee’s hands cramped around the bottom of the bouquet. “How did you find me, you-you weren’t supposed to find me. I-Caretaker and me-we made sure you wouldn’t find us!”

“Caretaker? Oh honey Caretaker’s the only reason I found you.”

“No…”, Whumpee gasped. Their eyes finding Caretaker’s, hoping for some sign of a lie. But finding only coolness and apathy. Worse even, amusement. The bouquet slid out of their fingers and onto the floor. “Why…Why…?”

“Oh Whumpee it’s nothing personal, Whumper offered me good money. But then again, maybe it is. How could I just watch whumper’s hard work go down the drain? And even in the short time I spent with you, I got convinced that you break beautifully. I just had to see it for myself, and…everybody deserves a little fun. Am I right?”

Whumpee felt bile rising in their throat. Caretaker was using their own words against them. They sold her out. They-they enjoyed it.

“Oh dearest you look a little green, come here.”, Whumper said and quickly closed the distance to Whumpee, capturing them in an embrace. That’s when they saw the bouquet on the floor, a sadistic smile tugging at their lips. “Oh, Caretaker, I think Whumpee had something for you.”, they say, grab the bouquet and go to give it to Caretaker.

A mocking grin breaks through the cool cruelty on Caretaker’s face. “Aww, were those for me, Whumpee? They’re beautiful, thank you so much.”

Whumpee just wanted to cry. “Please…”

“Please what Whumpee?”, Whumper asked, “If you’re going to ask for mercy you might as well save your breath.”

“Please just…get me out of here.”

Whumper’s brows raised but they hugged Whumpee and guided their head against their shoulder. “Of course Whumpee, we just have to pack some stuff for you and then we can leave.”

So they did and Whumpee even got to take some of their comfort items, even though deep down they knew they would only be used against them. When they were done Whumper led them through the hallways of the apartment that used to be their home. Or so they thought. As they passed by the living room she couldn’t even look at Caretaker. The feeling of betrayal still burning in their throat.

“Are you not going to say goodbye to Caretaker whumpee?”, Whumper asked.

In response Whumpee just buried their head in Whumper’s jacket. Whumper grinned, guess that means no. They looked over to Caretaker in faux apologeticness. “We will be on our way then.”

“Oh by all means don’t let me hold you, have fun.”, Caretaker replied, holding up their hand in a lazy gesture.

Whumpee followed Whumper down the stairs and outside the building to their car. Right before they got into the car they saw it. The first crocus they’ve seen this year, the first dot of hope in the grey. And they see it right now, with their trust broken and their freedom slipping away once again.

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whumpdaydreamerx · 1 year

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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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sadcatjae · 11 months

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Whumperee trope that I love: hurting others to save them.

Whumper hurts whumpee because if they get too close, whumpee will suffer terrible consequences. Or maybe whumpee is being threatened without their knowledge and only whumper allying with the enemy is keeping them alive.

Whumpee ends up loathing whumper and casting them as their nemesis, but whumper can't tell them it's all a lie, that they are acting so evil to protect them. All they can do is be despicable and play the villain because if they don't, and they fail to protect whumpee, they could never live with themselves.

#whump writing #whump prompt #villain whumpee #villain whump #whump scenario #villain x hero #imagine if this was the origin story of a vaillain x hero pairing #and every time they battle villain is filled with self loathing and regret #but they have to push on and play their role #and hero is none the wiser #hero thinks villain has betrayed them and become a villain through and through #and they want nothing but villains blood #just been thinking about all the misunderstandings in tteotm #this scenario in particular is delicious #whump

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montammil · 1 year

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“I can’t do it. I can’t get hurt again... I can’t.”

“And you won’t, Whumpee, because I’m here now.”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

#whump #whump dialogue #whump dialogue prompt #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #this could be whumpee with amnesia...#or perhaps Caretaker betrayed them in the past

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whumpy-bi · 1 year

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“Look at me! I’m okay! Please, I’m okay!”

Warnings: graphic violence, death, sharp weapons, blood

Oh, what happened?

C slowly forced his eyes open, trying to piece together the moments before he’d blacked out.

His friend had betrayed him, lunged at him without warning. Strong hands gripping his throat, squeezing for the longest few minutes of his life. The face of someone he’d trusted, someone he’d loved, staring down at him in silence as his vision grew darker and his hands desperately scratched and smacked against the arms overpowering him. And then…nothing. A blessed few moments of blackness, of silence.

C suddenly realized he’d been staring up at the ceiling, the attacker suddenly gone from his line of sight. Panic began to set in as his hearing returned to him—he could hear metal clashing, cries of pain and rage.

His eyes grew wide at the terrible sight—his friend, the betrayer, and his partner K, furiously exchanging blows with each other. They were both moving like wild animals, striking wherever they could with whatever they could. Hands, their weapons, their heads—far from the honorable warriors he knew.

Neither of them had seemed to notice C approaching, yet. B—their friend, their friend who had been lying to them for years and simply waiting to attack—was aiming for K’s head, his fists producing terrible thuds as they continued to collide with her jaw and skull.

K, meanwhile, didn’t seem deterred. Her movements hadn’t slowed down at all, her own fist and weapon moving through a cycle of calculated moves—aiming for his throat and chest, mainly. C had rarely seen her fight like this, so clearly with the intent to kill. Tears were steadily streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that had begun dripping from her mouth.

C was still trying to approach them, his own weapon forgotten in his persistent daze. Stop, he tried to call out, they had to stop. They were going to kill each other!

Had B been trying to kill him?

Before he could actually manage to speak, however, K slammed B into the ground with a terrifying amount of force. They were both significantly bigger than C, but K had seemingly finally overpowered him. She managed to pin him, climbing on top of him and staring at him for a brief moment. Her expression was totally foreign to C—a horrible mix of grief and shock and rage. B attempted to say something, immediately cut off by K’s weapon piercing his chest. After a few moments, she removed it, eyeing the blade as it dripped with blood.

Then she lodged it in his throat, then his shoulder. Then his chest once again. And again. And again—

C wasn’t sure how long he was frozen there, but by the time he reached K she was heaving and choking on sobs. Blood was everywhere—hers, B’s, surely some of C’s own.

He tried to reach out to her, but she didn’t seem to feel his hand on her arm. She kept stabbing, grunting and roaring through her tears that seemed to worsen with every blow. “You—you killed him! You killed him!”

C’s heart sank. K had walked in on B strangling him, she had seen him go still and slack on the floor. She thought she’d just witnessed his murder, she thought he was already gone.

C grabbed both her shoulders, finally fully twisting his partner away from the body.

“Look at me, I’m okay. Please, I’m okay! It’s over!”

Her eyes rapidly scanned over his, still wild and animal. But she seemed to understand, after a few moments, because she threw herself against him and fully broke down into tears.

“I found you—and he was—it looked like—“

“I know, I know what it looked like. But I’m…I’m gonna be okay, we’re both gonna be fine.”

K slowly reached up to hold his face, her breathing still shaky and unstable.

C fought hard to keep his voice steady, slowly moving to pull his partner to stand.

“We got him, okay? We should leave.”

#whump #writing #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #betrayed #whump writing #violence #fighting #combat #character death #grief

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whumpsstuff · 9 months

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TW: Stabbing, blood, death, knife

"I hope you can forgive me for what im about to do." Whumper said, hugging whumpee much tighter.

"..What do mea-" Whumpee wasn’t able to finish their sentence as whumper’s knife pierced through their back. Dark oily blood began leaking from the wound immediately. Whumper backed up slightly then pushed the knife deeper into whumpee’s back, causing it to stick out on their front. Whumpee whimpered painfully as they stared at the blade tip poking out of their stomach.

Their eyes shifted back at whumper. Small grin forming on whumper’s face. Whumpee’s eyes rolled back into their head as they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

#whump #whump tropes #whump scenario #whump writing #angst #whumpee #whumper #death #killing #betrayed #i got this idea from a pinterest comment

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bltzgore · 1 year

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Ladies and slightly manlier ladies, Concept:

Whumpee was torn to hell in battle or on a mission or something. Caretaker dragged them back to base amd brought them to the med bay, when medic ordered them out, medic needed space to "work."

Whumpee comes too, for a moment, is really torn up, bleeding everywhere, on the verge of blackout again. Then notices medic above them. They remember they were brought here, to the med bay when they got back, they passed out.

This is when they're starting to notice pain in their chest and midsection they didn't have before. They look up at medic. Trying to get control of their mouth, they didn't get stabbed this many times... they're sure of it. They had been injured somewhere on the side. Why is there warm and wet rolling steadily down their chest, why is everything getting so heavy? As medic checks the clock and looks back down at them as they lower their red soaked blade "time of death:... now."

[Sorry I've been MIA things got crazy for a while]

#whump scenario #whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #medic whumper #betrayed #whump prompt

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years

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The choice is up to Caretaker. One life for a thousand others. They can either hand over Whumpee back into the rightful ownership of Whumper, or Whumper will scorch this fucking land to ash to reclaim them regardless. Surely it's better to save the mass of innocent souls than to worry about one meager person who would fall back into Whumper's grip eventually, isn't it? It would be selfish to prioritize a single one over everyone else.

The answer was obvious to everyone involved. Whether or not they all reached the same conclusion had yet to be determined.

#whump #whump stuff #whump community #whump ideas #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump tropes #caretaker #sacrifice #what will it be!#does whumpee sacrifice themself? does caretaker betray whumpee? does caretaker let whumper do as threatened while staying on the run?#the combination and possibilities are endless #the drama! the betrayal! the hurt! the comfort!!

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patchworkorphan · 4 months

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Heroic Betrayal: part one

Hero followed the villain through the winding trees, arms braced in front of them at the oncoming bushes and branches they had to wade through before they got to a clearing.

Hero stopped, breath hitting off cold air, surrounding them in smoke. They listened for any sound but heard nothing.

Then – there.

A sudden movement.

Hero bolted after Villain again, hot on their heels as they sprinted after them. Villain was so close. Hero had to push a little faster. Hero reached out to grab Villain when someone knocked into them from the side. The trees extended above Hero, the world seeming to stretch as they fell.

Hero’s head hit off the frozen ground hard, rattling their brain, the world growing hazy for a moment. Hero’s assailant landed on top of Hero and while Hero was momentarily stunned, they sat up, knees straddling Hero’s hips effectively pinning them. Hero swung a closed fist up, but their wrist was caught, and their attacker pinned the other to the ground as well.

“Well, well, well. As I live and breathe, Hero. It’s been a long time.”

Hero would recognise that stupid drawl anywhere.

“Flynn?” Hero asked, their brain trying to catch up with their mouth. “What are you doing here? Get off me! Villain’s getting away.”

“I know,” Flynn said with an easy smile. “I’m meant to distract you.”

Hero’s blood ran cold. “What?”

Flynn tilted his head down at Hero.

“I didn’t hit you that hard, did I? If I want you to not remember something I won’t beat the memory out of you, don’t worry,” he said, leaning down to get closer to Hero, whispering, “I’ll take it.”

Hero threw all their weight into their hips, as they shifted, rolling Flynn off them so they were on top.

“As you like it, sweetheart,” Flynn chuckled. Hero threw a fist out and this time it landed.

“You’re a traitor?” Hero breathed when Flynn smiled up at them. “You’re one of them?! That’s why supervillain knows every move before we make it…”

Flynn put his two hands behind his head, grinning up at Hero with a charming smile. “I always did love when the mystery was solved in the end. Especially by you, that look on your face.”

“We were friends!” Hero snarled, fists grabbing the collar of Flynn’s shirt to make him listen. This wasn’t some game or joke they could just disregard. How could they be so calm? This couldn’t be happening. Everyone loved Flynn, everyone. He was always so nice.

“We are friends, dear Hero.”

“Not if you do this. Not if you’re one of them. Sidekick got hurt because of you!”

“And they’ll heal, won’t they? I warned them not to be put their nose in other people’s business.”

Hero sagged a bit. Their grip loosening.

“Are you going to take my memory?” Hero whispered quietly.

Flynn’s gaze softened and he put a gentle hand on Hero’s wrist. “No. I would never use my powers on you. It would take away all the fun.”

Hero’s eyes widened in surprise.

“But… but I know now. I’ll tell Superhero— do you want to be found out?”

Flynn’s smile turned secretive, like he knew something Hero didn’t. “No, you won’t.”

Hero stared at him; mouth open in silent confusion. Which all ended when they felt cold metal press against the back of their skull. Flynn beamed at someone behind Hero, then fixed his smug gaze on Hero’s eyes.

“You won’t because you’re coming with us.”

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