#pistol whipped

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Burned at the Stake: Part 5

Master list

Part 4

Couldn't wait till tomorrow to post.

Content: Vampire whumpee, human whumper, human caretaker, gun violence, blood, pistol whipped, possible eye injury (not described much), betrayal my beloved, vampire trafficking, dragged by the hair cause I'm obsessed, gun wound, blood drinking (but it's satisfying tho)

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Esial woke up to the sound of the front door closing. He laid there in the bed, almost dizzy with how comfy he felt. The blankets were all unimaginably soft, as was the padding he was laying on. He laid there, giddy with the feeling as the general glow of sunlight lit the room gradually through the cracks around the fabric. 

He’d have to move to make sure the fabric hid the sunlight better, but he just wanted to sit and enjoy resting. 

He dozed off, unaware of the world again. He woke up when Kyle came back and eventually got himself out of bed. He glanced out the window and was surprised to see the sun in the sky through a partially open blind. 

He jumped back with a yelp to get away, but realized he hadn’t been burned. 

He frowned and stepped forward, moving the blinds and looking at the sun. He hadn’t seen it in so long, it was strange to look at it now. He could feel the warmth of the sun beams, but they weren’t burning him. 

He tapped at the strange see through object in between him and the outside. Maybe that was what was protecting him?

There was a knock on the door to the room and it opened up. Esial could smell blood. 

He turned and Kyle smiled at him. “Hey, I got breakfast.”

Esial tilted his head. He wasn’t really sure what a ‘breakfast’ was, but he hoped it had something to do with the blood he was smelling. 

He followed Kyle to the other room where there was some food on the table. 

“I don’t know if you’ll get sick from eating again after starving for so long, so you have a little and if you feel okay you can have more in an hour or so. Is that alright?”

Esial nodded. “Okay… I can have it?”

“Yeah, the blood is in the cup and you should have some of the sandwich.”

Esial sat down on one of the chairs as Kyle sat to eat as well and lifted the cup to his lips, sipping it slowly. He closed his eyes as the blood coated his tongue. It was cow’s blood, and while there was a strange tang to it he didn’t recognize, it was the most delicious thing he could imagine.

“I have a neighbor downstairs who’s a vampire,” Kyle said warmly. “I was able to borrow some of that from him so you’d have something before I run errands later.”

Esial licked into the cup as far as he could reach before lowering the cup, licking his lips as the blissful feeling he’d lost when the sun scared him reemerged. 

“Thank you,” he said to Kyle.

Kyle shrugged. “I should have stopped her sooner. I’m sorry, man. She told me she’d let you go.”

Esial frowned into the cup, reaching in a finger in to scoop out some more for himself. 

Kyle finished his sandwich before getting up. “I’m going to run errands. I’m going to figure out how we go through the process of getting you taken care of. Don’t want to force you to live with me forever.”

Esial hummed, though he didn’t really understand all that Kyle meant, though he was glad to hear that Kyle didn’t intend to keep him like the woman had. 

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Kyle said with a wave as he grabbed some jingly pieces of metal and left out the door. 

Esial watched the door for a bit longer before he started to poke around the place. He still couldn’t guess what anything was, though he could assume some of their uses, but he was certainly amused with guessing what certain items were as his wounds slowly began to close.

……………………………….

Joanna had waited all day. When she found her vampire missing, that had made her already bad day worse. She’d gone out drinking the night away after finding a buyer to take the vampire. He was a creepy old dude. Samuel, or something like that. She had his phone number written down so she thankfully wouldn’t have to rely on her hungover state of mind.  

She already knew who had taken Esial. The only person who’d known the vampire was here in the first place. She couldn’t really call the police and get it back, so she’d have to do it herself. And she would get it back. Kyle wasn’t tough enough to stand up to her, and the vampire was still weak enough she was certain she could deal with it, especially with a pistol ready to go in her pocket. One shot to the brain and it would certainly go right back to sleep long enough for her to make the deal. 

Still, Joanna waited till nighttime so she could drag the vampire out without burning it to a crisp and get noticed and caught. 

Something tugged in her heart as she thought about what she might have to do to Kyle but she shook that off quickly, She’d only have to do that if her friend tried to stop her. 

Joanna stood at Kyle’s door, his spare key in hand. She could hear people talking inside in Ancient Egyptian. She steeled her resolve, and pushed open the door, gun in hand.

…………………………………

Esial really liked Kyle. The man’s Egyptian was a little rough, but it wasn’t like Esial could say he was a master at English. Kyle was still teaching Esial new words and the vampire was drinking them as quickly as they came, enjoying it all. He had eaten every hour and all of his burns were healed. He’d even been given some proper clothing. Kyle had seemed rather disgusted by the towel Esial had been wearing, and Esial couldn’t help but agree. He tugged at the shirt he wore, still trying to figure out what it was made of as they chatted. 

“So, the plan is that I’ll take you to the rehab center tomorrow. They said you could stay there or stay with me in the evenings, whatever works for you,” Kyle said in a mixture of Egyptian and English so Esial could best understand. “You don’t have to decide tonight.”

“I like it here,” Esial suggested. 

“How about you wait till you’ve seen that place? It’s really nice. All the bells and whistles. They’ll be able to get you an education and then help you get set up in society with a job and everything. There are a lot of cool options for vampires… though you might be a little limited if you come from the generations that can’t tolerate the sun. Still, I’m sure they’ll have something that will work for you.”

Esial nodded, happy with the knowledge that he could be out doing things again. Maybe even hunting!

There was silence for a moment and Kyle sighed. “I’m really sorry about… everything. What happened to you? Why were you in that clearing?”

Esial frowned, thinking back. It had been a very long time ago and it almost didn’t seem to matter anymore. “I…. don’t really remember. I think they were scared of me?”

He didn’t relive those memories very often as a heart, so they had been mostly forgotten in the vastness of endless agony and boredom. “Maybe…. I think there was another demon around who did something, and they thought it was me? I think I killed some of them when they attacked me, but I was just defending myself.”

Kyle seemed a bit taken aback. “You don’t remember?”

“Not really.”

“That’s…. Strange. I can’t imagine not-What’s wrong?”

Esial stared at the front door, he heard something in the handle click and he smelled-

Esial grabbed Kyle as the door slammed open, pulling the young man down behind the counter they had been sitting at. 

There was a loud bang that rang painfully in Esial’s ears and dust shattered out of the wall behind them, settling in their hair. 

“Kyle, get out here now,” Joanna said sharply, the door now closed and locked behind her. 

“You don’t want to do this, Joanna,” Kyle replied, back pressed against the corner as he carefully looked around the edge. He had some object in hand that Esial didn’t recognize, punching at buttons, but before he could finish that, Joanna was standing over them, the strange weapon in her hand pointed at Kyle’s forehead. 

Kyle froze, staring up at her. 

“Put the phone down,” she said darkly. 

Esial trembled, unsure of what to do. He didn’t know how the weapon worked. Would it kill Kyle before he could knock Joanna away? Kyle had a firm hold on one of Esial’s wrists, maybe to keep him from trying. 

Kyle did so, and Joanna kicked the object off down the hall. 

“This is how it’s going to go,” Joanna said, leaning down. She grabbed Esial by the hair, making the vampire shudder and grab her wrist with his free hand, remembering very clearly the last time she had done so. “I’m taking the vampire, and you’re going to come with me quietly. Mmkay? I’m selling it off and you’re going to be involved so if you tell the police, you’re getting arrested too, got it?”

Kyle gritted his teeth for a moment, but she touched the still hot tip of the weapon to his forehead, making him flinch back and hit his head off the counter. “Got it?”

“Yeah, fine,” Kyle snarled. 

Esial could see the fire in Kyle’s eyes and knew that his rescuer was making no promises to this woman. Joanna could tell too, it seemed, because she whipped the gun across Kyle’s face, sending him fully prone to the ground. 

Esial moved, trying to wrench himself out of her grasp and get Kyle, but the weapon was pressed to his head. The dust still in his hair felt heavy with the promise of what pain this weapon could promise. 

“You, Vampire, are going to behave yourself, or I kill him,” Joanna said, eliciting a groan from Kyle as he tried to get an elbow under himself, his hand to his face. 

“What happened, hsss, to me being involved?” Kyle asked, looking up at her through his fingers. 

“You just made it very clear you’re not going to comply. This could have been so much easier if you’d stayed out of all this, Kyle. I don’t want you to die, but you’ve made this complicated,” she said standing up and dragging Esial up with her. “Get up, Kyle.”

Kyle did so, hand over one eye. His breathing was picking up, and he was getting paler by the minute. Esial could smell his blood.

“Alright. You’ll be walking ahead of us, and if you get any bright ideas-”

There came a knocking at the door and the three of them froze. 

“Kyle?” someone called through the door. “You alright?”

Kyle was silent and Joanna finally hissed, “Tell him everything is fine.”

Reluctantly, Kyle cleared his throat. “Joseph?”

“Yeah, you alright?”

Kyle didn’t even hesitate. He simply screamed. There were no comprehensible words in the scream, but is soon took on the sound of pain as another bang ricocheted in Esial’s skull and Kyle went down with blood spewing out his side. 

Esial heard the door splinter, he heard Kyle wailing, he heard Joanna’s blood pounding, and he heard his hair rip as he lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the arm holding the weapon. Her blood sprang up into his mouth, and some ancient instinct told him to drink. 

He’d eaten all day, but his body was still starving and this….. He’d never had human blood before. It was…..

Tough hands pried him off of a fallen woman and he lunged to try and get more. There was nothing in this world that could taste that good, he was sure of it. His mouth sang with flavor and all he wanted was more. He would be fully healed to the point where he could fight hippos again. No one would ever hurt him again, he would never be held down by chains and he-

“Oi! Leave it!”

The words pierced his mind and he became aware of how he was salivating, the spit and blood dripping down his front, He felt bloated and overful, there was energy coursing through his veins and stars appearing in his vision as the vampire named Joseph hauled him back away from where Joanna had fallen, still breathing. Barely.  

There were other people in the apartment, some using devices and talking to people Esial couldn’t see and someone was holding Kyle’s wound. 

Esial couldn’t control his breathing, and he was still enough for Joseph to get a better grip on him. “S’alright, man. You back?”

Esial twisted his head to try and see Joseph’s face. He didn’t respond other than to simply tremble, ignoring the blood pooling out in two different places in the apartment as someone clamped their hand over Joanna’s wound. 

“It’s alright,” Joseph said steadily. “You’re alright. I’ve got you. Looks like Kyle’s gonna be okay too.”

Esial slowly relaxed, hearing loud wailing noises not made by any mouth approaching the building. “Alright….”

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight

Before you go

I know a lot of you really like this, I am planning on doing more in this world and Esial and Kyle will show up in those as side or main characters. If you want to be tagged in anything made in this world (I don't have a name for it yet but I'll think of one) let me know.

Part 6

#vampire whumpee #human whumper #human caretaker #gun violence #gun shot sound #blood drinking #vampire trafficking #dragged by the hair #pistol whipped #I LOVE THIS SERIES #HECCIN #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[random-fandom-whump]

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) ↳ By Request

"There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. He was one of them."

#the grand budapest hotel #whumpedit #Zero Moustafa #Tony Revolori #pistol whipped #knocked out #ralph fiennes #fight scene #Saoirse Ronan #worry #requests #fills #movies #2010s

[what-the-whump]

Whumptober 2022 - No.03 - Hair's Breadth From Death

Gun to Temple

- Sanctuary - 3x05:

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #gun to temple #Sanctuary #GIF #Will Zimmerman #3x05 #pistol whipped #knocked out #unconscious #blood #medical care #pain #collapse

[silversanimewhump]

Banana Fish

Episode 8

More like this

#banana fish #ash lynx #ash lynx whump #aslan jade callenreese #whump #anime #anime whump #gif #whump gif #Pistol whipped #kicked #fetal position #Anime Whump gif

[set-phasers-to-whump]

caretaking

prompt: concussion

whumpee: illya kuryakin

fandom: the man from uncle

hi hello here's me giving illya another concussion :) this one was written for an anon, hope you like it!!!! note: it's set pretty early into their partnership (i simply love exploring that dynamic lol)

This is not the first time that Illya has been pistol-whipped. It is not the second or the third, either. The crack of metal against his forehead, the sharp, hot pain, the immediate rush of blood down his face, none of it is new. 

He’s used to this sort of thing - he lets his opponent get a hit in, lets them think he’s content to kneel and not fight back, and then strikes out. 

It is no different this time. He stays on his knees, biding his time while his angry captor rants at him, feeling the hot blood steadily drip down his skin. And then the right moment arises, and he lunges at the other man, taking him down silently and with practiced ease. The man is dead before his head even touches the ground. 

Illya stands up, the gun with his own blood darkening its metal in his hand. He wipes blood out of his eyes, takes a steadying breath to ward off the dizziness that usually accompanies a pistol-whipping, and sets off to find his partners. He hopes that they have had easier jobs of achieving their parts of the mission than he’s had. 

Fortunately, they have. Both of them are waiting for him at their agreed meeting spot a few streets away, none the worse for wear. 

“Everything is okay?” Illya asks, before either of the others can get a word in about the blood on his face. 

“I’ve got the disk,” says Gaby, holding up a green plastic container and shaking it. 

“I’ve got the codes,” says Solo, patting his jacket pocket. “And you’ve got blood all over your face.”

“I know. It’s fine. I have the key.”

“You know, a bloody face generally isn’t fine, in my experience.”

“In mine it is.”

By an unspoken mutual agreement, they begin walking, sticking to back alleys and unpopulated streets. “What happened?” Gaby asks, as they round a corner and step beneath an especially bright streetlight. Illya squints, the brightness making his head throb unpleasantly. 

“Nothing important.”

“Are you injured?” Solo asks. 

Gaby hits him on the arm. “What else does blood mean?”

“It’s fine.” Illya says, and hopes he doesn’t sound angry. He tries not to be angry when they ask after him like this. He’s getting better, he thinks, but their behavior is still foreign to him. He still doesn’t quite understand it or know what he is supposed to do with it. 

Both of his partners sigh in unison. Illya has learned that this is never a good sign in regards to being left alone. 

“You’re bleeding, Illya. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

His head throbs again. He can feel his thoughts starting to go fuzzy and forces himself to concentrate. He’s had enough concussions to know the signs, but this is nothing he can’t handle. He’ll just have a headache for a few days. It isn’t important. 

“Really, I am fine.”

“At least tell us what happened?” Solo asks, as they come out into the service yard behind their hotel. 

Illya, hoping to get his insistent partners to stop their questioning, relents. “I got hit.” He shifts his jacket slightly to show them the gun that he has tucked into his waistband. “No big deal.”

“I’m sorry,” Solo says, putting an arm out to stop Illya when he reaches for the handle to the back door. “What I’m hearing is, you got pistol-whipped?”

Illya shrugs. “Yes.”

“And that’s fine to you?”

Illya gives him a sarcastic smile and then pushes past him, opening the door. “I have a hard head.”

It’s the middle of the night by now, and no one is inside the hotel when the three spies, one streaked with blood, step through the back door. 

“Good night,” Illya says, as they reach the empty staircase. His room is on the second floor, and both of them are down on the first. He is looking forward to a quiet, restful night, with nothing to bother him but his head. 

His partners, unfortunately, have other plans. “Sorry, no,” Gaby says, she and Solo both following Illya up the stairs towards his room. “You have a head injury.”

“It is barely a scratch,” Illya lies. He has been steadily getting dizzier for the past several minutes, and there’s an insistent nausea pressing at his chest. He wants very badly to simply lie down and fall asleep. 

“Then we’ll be quick,” Solo says. “Besides, we might as well enjoy our last night here. I happen to know the hotel provided you with a rather decent bottle of scotch.”

“How do you know that?” Illya asks, and then the door to his room is opening in front of him. 

He looks to Solo, who grins and holds up Illya’s room key. Illya snatches it back from him with a practiced scowl, and with nothing else to do, steps inside with his partners at his heels. 

Gaby takes charge, pushing him towards the couch and telling Solo to get the first-aid kit which all three of them are required to carry. 

As soon as Solo brings the kit, Gaby, without waiting to give Illya any time to protest, begins to clean his face with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. Her movements are sure and quick and Illya closes his eyes and forces himself not to react, both to the sting of the alcohol and to the feeling of someone else touching his face. 

This done, Gaby stares intently at him. Solo joins in. Illya refuses to look back at them.  

“That’s a pretty deep gash,” Solo says. “Are you feeling okay? Are you dizzy at all? Nauseous?”

“Concussed?” Gaby adds, in case Solo’s questions had not been obvious enough. 

Illya shakes his head, which is not a good idea. Everything spins. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“Illya, are you okay?”

He opens his eyes and looks at the concerned faces of his partners. He feels angry. At himself, mostly, for showing weakness. At them, a bit, for being so insistent, even though he has been slowly learning that this is simply how they are. 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re pale.”

“It’s the lights.”

“You look…off.”

“I said, I am fine!” Illya snaps, shooting to his feet. Immediately, black spots fill his vision and his ears start to ring and he only just manages to stop himself from throwing up right there on the hotel floor. 

He shuts his eyes and doesn’t move. Steady hands push him gently downwards until he’s sitting back down on the couch. He keeps his eyes closed and folds himself over so that his head is nearly resting on his knees and just tries to breathe and waits for this to pass. 

His partners’ hands are still touching him, even after several seconds. This prolonged contact is new. Despite his slight discomfort with the sensation, it is grounding. He knows where he is. Who he is with. All he has to do is sit and breathe and wait for his head to stop spinning, wait until he does not feel like he is going to pass out.

Eventually, he feels steadier. Very slowly, Illya sits up and opens his eyes. 

Solo is crouched next to him with a hand on his knee and another on his back. Gaby is on the couch on his other side, one hand on his back and one on his arm. 

“How are you feeling?” Solo asks, and his voice is as gentle and quiet as Illya has ever heard it. 

“Okay,” Illya says. “Not so dizzy.”

“I think you might be concussed.”

“Yes.” He supposes he cannot very well deny it now. 

“And you were planning on, what? Hiding it from us?”

“The mission is almost over.”

“You don’t stop being hurt just because we’re not actively working.”

“It is not so important.”

“Of course it’s important,” Gaby says. “You’re our partner. Whether we are on a mission or not.”

Here it is again, that alien, confusing concern. Illya finds that he is too worn out to fight it off, to think about what it means. He stays silent. 

“Why don’t you get some rest?” Solo asks, squeezing his knee. “We’ll stay, wake you up every couple of hours.”

Illya blinks at him. No one has ever offered to stay. He doesn’t need it. But…

“You aren’t allowed to say no,” Gaby says. “It’s protocol.”

He does remember their medical training. He had simply assumed he would be able to ignore it when necessary. Apparently today he has no such luck. 

“Okay,” he agrees, since there is nothing else for him to do.

Both of them smile at him, which is a bit strange. And then their hands are guiding him again, and he doesn’t have it in him to shrug them off. 

He ends up lying down on the couch, legs slightly bent so that he can fit. Solo drapes a blanket over him - Illya has no idea where he’d gotten it from - and Gaby turns off the light. 

“See you in a couple hours,” Solo says. “Sweet dreams.”

Gaby touches his cheek, quick as anything. “Good night, Illya.”

“Good night,” Illya mumbles, and at last falls asleep. 

thanks for reading! this could probably be better edited but i am tired so i am gonna go to sleep lmao. hope you liked it! <3

#bad things happen bingo #the man from uncle #concussion #head injury #pistol whipped #cared for #my writing #i say things #illya kuryakin #oops almost forgot him lol #i think i need to stop ending my fics with ppl falling asleep lmao. never know what else to do tho

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

A gun gets pressed to Whumpees temple, they await getting shot but instead get pistol whipped

It's one of my favorite aesthetics. Especially when the whumpee closes their eyes.

#held at gunpoint #pistol whipped

[whump-they-it-is]

Upgrade 2018

#whump #logan marshall green #upgrade #grey trace #car crash #man handling #head injury #dragged #pistol whipped #im having a 2nd appriciation for this scene

[20thcenturyfoxx]

You're a little pistol and I'm FUCKING pistol whipped -

#no no hear me out #GUYS #guys #guys ... . #hes kinda .. #i swear im not insane #but his like deep voice is so ??? #i fucking hate it here #BUT CMON #the fuckinnsg cock cock cock it #or the I wanna have your ache #?@£;@*@& #mental breakdance #LULZ #marilyn manson #Pistol Whipped #Born Villain #Manson #WHY MEN #i could have been straight but noo /: #Spotify

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@whumptober #6: Ransom Video

Fandom: Marvel (Webb Spider-Man)

Characters: Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

~

“Hey, man…we really ought to talk about percentages here. Considering the fact that I’m the main talent in your little student film, I think I should get a cut of the ransom money,” Peter muttered, a slight grin tugging at swollen, bloodstained lips in response to the venomous glare he received. “It’s your fault I don’t have a good side to show the camera. You busted me up ‘in the course and scope’ of my job. Don’t I have the right to a little workers’ comp?”

“Do you ever shut up?” his captor snarled, hurling aside one of the audio cables as he stalked toward him.

Peter only had a moment to tense before the butt of the man’s gun swung to crack against his jaw with enough force and momentum to upend his chair. On the not-so-bright side, the blinding pain was equalized on impact, the other side of his jaw slamming the concrete without a chance to twist or brace for it. 

Stars burst through his vision and blood spurted across his tongue as he bit into his inner cheek. A wet, spluttering gasp had thick overflow seeping between his lips and onto the floor under his cheek. Overhead, the man snorted derisively before stepping over him to pry off the camera’s lens cap.

“For your sake I hope your family will still be willing to pay for damaged goods. Try to give them a good smile, if your teeth are still in place.”

#whumptober2022 #no.6 #ransom video #marvel #spider man #the amazing spider man #fanfiction #whump #captivity #pistol whipped #peter parker #andrew garfield #drabble

[princessfbi]

Tell Me It's Not Too Good To Be True 

Buck had texted Tommy in their group chat that they were going to be late when the negotiations pushed them into their first hour of OT. Tommy had replied with a quip about the last one home buying dinner. Eddie had pressed down on the message until a little heart popped up on the side. Then the hostage-taker had agreed to let first responders in to rescue a wannabe hero who’d been bleeding out on the floor from a gunshot for over three hours.

BTHB Prompt: Pistol Whipping for BTHB Fics and @badthingshappenbingo

Rated: G | One Shot | Words: 9,690 | Eddie's POV

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #buddie #bucktommy #bucktommyeddie #buddietommy #911 fic #my fic writing #bad things happen bingo #911fic #prompt: pistol whipping

[random-fandom-whump]

SEAL Team S05E12 ↳ By Request

#seal team #sealteamedit #clay spenser #sonny quinn #whumpedit #held at gunpoint #fight scene #blood #shot #attacked #machette #life or death #max thieriot #aj buckley #gore tw #just in case #ep: keys to heaven #seal team 5x12 #beaten up #pistol whipped #brass knuckles #head shot

[pcktknife]

if she was allowed to my octoling would take a bloblobber to turf war just to knock someone upside the head with it

#not at the start. she represents my gamer rage so i give her 15-35 seconds before the toilet bowl starts being used to concuss ppl #kae.txt #i dream of being able to pistol whip ppl in splatoon (u_u)

[majimasleftasscheek]

James Bond always has a girl.

Now Kiryu needs Goromi !

Bond girl Goromi ! ♥

as you wish 😌

#stole ada's outfit cuz it's hot and I will show off goromi's thighs whenever possible #kiryu gets electric rope so she gets a zappy whip cuz I said so #I was gonna give her those heels that are like pistol grips but I got lazy lol alternate outfit idea tho #goromi #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #majima goro #my art #kiryu kazuma #kazumaji

[z-lagorio]

Me when he uhm 😳 when he the uh😶when hE-

#The Great Pistol Whip of 2077 #johnny move it's my turn #😩 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #gif #cyberpunk gif

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Liar.”

Villain watched the city burn.

Hero watched Villain.

The heat was rising up, bright and ugly, filling the night sky with heavy smoke.

Villain stood on the edge of the rooftop, hood pulled back to reveal sharp features and tired eyes. He wore dark clothes, a part of the shadows. “I can hear you,” he said softly. His voice was muffled by a mask—Hero had never seen him without it.

Hero froze, half way across the concrete roof. Then he straightened and walked to stand by Villain.

Neither looked at each other. Below, the fire blazed.

“I have to help,” snapped Hero.

Villain nodded. “You should.” The way he said it was odd. It made Hero hesitate.

“I will. No thanks to you.”

Villain only shrugged.

Hero whirled on him. “I can’t protect you from the law anymore. I hope you know that.”

Villain glanced at Hero. “Oh, I wouldn’t have expected any less.” His voice was mocking— it held suppressed laughter.

Hero’s stomach dropped. Something like despair crawled inside him and tore a hole through everything he thought he knew. He rocked on the edge of the building, preparing to slide off.

Villain grabbed Hero’s wrist. His eyes were bright with reflected flames.

Hero looked at Villain and then at Villain’s hand. “Let go!” he said.

Villain hauled Hero close to him in one jerking motion. “No.” He twisted Hero’s arm sharply behind his back.

Hero’s knees buckled. “Villain!”

Villain clubbed him with the butt of his gun. “Shh.”

Hero drooped in Villain’s grip, the back of his head bleeding. “Liar,” he gasped. “You’re everything they said you are. You’re…a liar.”

Villain clubbed him again, harder this time. “Aw, shut up.”

Without ceremony, Villain tied the unconscious Hero’s hands and feet and threw him over his shoulder. “You can’t protect me from the law—” said Villain, “and I can’t protect you from Supervillain. All’s fair in love and war, right?”

#thanks for the ask! #whump #whump writing #hero and villain #villian whumper #hero whumpee #supervillain whumper #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump scenario #answered asks #manhandling #pistol whipping

[ot3]

people who think not giving a shit about Corporate Media Representation make you a reactionary/shit stirrer are the worst kind of logged on liberal honesty

#queer cia interrogator: [pistol whips me] say it. this is your last chance #me: [spitting up blood] never. id rather die #interrogator: [holding the gun up to my head] say she ra was a good cartoon #me: [closes my eyes and accepts oblivion]