#sidekick whumper

[whumpasaurus101]

Look at me posting this on the deadline LMFAO BUT ITS NOT LATE SO LOOK AT ME GO WOOOOO. This is for @epiclamer's and @save-the-villainous-cat's super cute ask game which was GENIUS!!! This was so so much fun thank you!!! @hufflepuffwritingstuff22 had an ask in their inbox: “Hero being brainwashed and forced to fight their friends.”

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"Please, Hero!" Sidekick's desperate voice sounded through the room. "I know this isn't you. Think of who I am! C'mon, Hero, please!!!"

Tears streamed down their face as they desperately kicked away fro the 'stranger' before them. That wasn't Hero/ Surely Hero wouldn't do this!

They whimpered as their back hit the wall, gulping hard as they watched Hero continue to stride towards them, switchblade twirling in hand.

"Oh, but Sidekick, don't you understand? This is me. All this time I have been trying to hide it,but now, bow it's too late. You've gone too far. You're a disappointment to not only me, but yourself."

Sidekick gulped as the words carved antagonizingly slow into their heart, their chest growing tight as they tried to keep their breathing level. Their eyes flickered up to Hero's, tears threatening to fall. Their voice came out as a weak rasp, "This is-isn't you..."

They had given up hope at this point, how were they supposed to get through to Hero???

A fist tightened in Sidekick's shirt and hauled them to their feet before they were suddenly slammed against the wall. Sidekick wheezed as they felt all the air leave their body, their eyes blowing wide.

They flinched hard as Hero raised their fist, squeezing their eyes shut as a whimper ripped from their throat but Hero's fist quickly collided with their cheek.

Blood splatted against the ground as they coughed, "He-h'ro... 'm.. pl'se..." Blood ran down from their mouth, their vision spotting. Punch after punch was delivered until Sidekick screamed, breaking into sobs as their body shook with each cry.

As Villain entered the door, Hero instantly dropped Sidekick to the floor. "Hero, to me."

Sidekick watched in horror, wheezing on the floor as Hero quickly made their way over to Villain before dropping to their knees.

Sidekick tried to swallow back bile as they slowly sat up, "Wha-what did you do?"

Villain chuckled softly, a cool smirk painting along their face as they looked at Sidekick, "Oh, this? Oh honey, what I did to Hero is exactly what I am going to do to you. Now Sidekick," They clicked their finger, "I need you to focus on my voice and my voice only."

Sidekick flinched back as Villain's hand rested against their head, a sudden presence filling their head as they lost full control. And suddenly it kicked in. Their thoughts weren't theirs. And as they approached Hero, a clenched fist either side, they had to watch as someone forced them to fight their mentor. Fight the last person who had fate in them. How would Hero ever forgive them?

#THIS WAS SO FUN RAAAAA #IM HALF ASLEEP WHILE FINISHING THE PIECE #SO SORRY ITS NOT GOOD #almost halloween WOOOOOO #whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #hero whumper #villain whumper #sidekick whumpee #sidekick whumper #mind control #magic whump #surrenderanask #lee wrote something :o

[shywhumpauthor]

Two Weeks of Whump—Day One

Poker // Shock Collar // Ashes

TWOW Masterlist

Cw: capture, torture, restraints, mentioned gagging/blindfolding, noncon partial/mostly nudity, noncon touching, collar, injuries, abuse, manhandling, dehumanization, degrading, some themes of noncon (not mentioned, potentially implied, up to interpretation)

“My god,” the sidekick chided, their chin jutting forwards as they looked down at the villain, a cruel grin twisted across their lips. “You really are nothing without your scary little mask and your weapons, huh?”

Below them, Villain cringed back, curling in on themself like that would do anything to deter Sidekick’s attention. They were alone in the room, in an Agency’s holding cell, bare except for a table bolted to the concrete floor against the far wall and the two metal folding chairs, one on either side. Just behind that table was a thick industrial door, closed and secured tightly with only a small window allowing sight inside. There were no cameras, no glass. Only a panel of fluorescent lights fixed to the center of the ceiling, starkly illuminating the splattered speckles of blood across the floor.

Their recoil only prompted another sharp laugh. Sidekick crouched down in a smooth motion, their fist lashing out to grab a handful of the villain’s hair, dragging them up from the floor. With their hands bound tightly behind their back, thick wire cables slitting against their wrists and their ankles bound in a similar manner, they couldn’t do anything more than flinch back.

“Shit, if only the city knew how goddamn pathetic you were beneath that suit,” Sidekick shook their head, amusement flickering behind their cold eyes as they looked Villain over. Their uniform had been stripped from them, ripped away from their struggling limbs until they were all but naked, only left with their underwear. They were completely exposed, every bruise and scrape and scar from dozens of past fights with the heroes on clear display. An angry bruise bloomed across their abdomen from where Sidekick’s fist had landed numerous blows, even after they had been subdued and restrained on the field.

“I mean, you’re nothing! Seriously,” Sidekick’s other hand raised to grab Villain by the jaw, tugging their head to the side so Sidekick could examine their array of injuries. “Where’s all that confidence, all that fight you had?”

Sidekick’s thumb dug hard against a bruise along Villain’s cheekbone, the defeating blow Villain had suffered during the battle, which had stunned them long enough for Sidekick to take the advantage. Villain hissed, a breath of air sucked through their teeth as pain pulsed from the injury. Sidekick smirked.

“Fuck, I can’t wait until Hero gets back. They said that they wanted to be the one to finally beat you, but you snooze you lose.” Sidekick’s hand dragged down to Villain’s chin, the pad of their thumb pulling at their split bottom lip. “I don’t think they’ll mind too much though, once they see you like this.”

Villain tried to tug their face away from the sidekick once more, but Sidekick gave their hair a sharp wrench, nails digging into their jaw.

“They’re off on a big mission right now, you know? They said your pathetic little attempts weren’t worth their time today. So they sent me. And boy aren’t you glad they did.” Sidekick’s hand was moving again, dragging down below their chin, sliding to rest over their neck. They could feel Villain’s pulse beating against their fingertips, quickening as Sidekick let their thumb press lightly against Villain’s throat.

“Ssh- st’p,” Villain croaked out, a hot tear trickling down from the corner of their eye. Their protest only seemed to further encourage Hero’s apprentice.

“Oh Villain,” they clicked their tongue, giving the other a wolffish grin before they shoved the criminal back to the ground, swinging their leg to straddle Villain’s hips. Their hand remained against Villain’s neck, pinning them against the concrete. “Poor, stupid Villain.” Villain let out a small gasp as Sidekick’s grip tightened, hindering their breath.

“Haven’t you realized? You’re powerless. There is nothing you can do. No one to help you.”

Sidekick brought their other hand to Villain’s face, roughly patting their cheek.

“Poor, stupid, sad, dumb little Villain,” they laughed, resting their hand in place as Villain wheezed a breath, trying to twist their head to the side. “It’s almost disappointing. I was hoping for more from the big bad Villain.”

“But, that doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun. How nice would it be if we put together a little surprise for Hero? Think of how thrilled they would be if the came back and you were completely and hopelessly broken. Not that you’re that far from there now,” Sidekick frowned, letting their hand skip from Villain’s cheek to their chest, flicking their collarbone before moving to press flat against their sternum, pushing down against the bare skin and forcing the air from Villain’s lungs. Their hand felt awful against bare skin, cold as ice and rough nails biting flesh. With the hand against their neck, the exhale was turned into a cough, one that wouldn’t allow them to draw the breath back in.

“I know just the thing,” Sidekick suddenly smiled, letting go of Villain and standing up, legs still firmly planted to either side of the criminal’s waist. “Don’t go anywhere while I’m gone,” they cackled, raising their foot and stomping down hard on Villain’s abdomen as they stepped over them.

The criminal heaved, breaking down as coughs scraped against the inside of their raw throat. They gasped, barely managing to roll onto their side as Sidekick all but skipped across the room, slipping out the door.

It took Villain a minute to collect themself, letting their temple rest against the cold floor. It felt nice against their flushed face, soothing a fraction of the headache that built behind their skull.

They couldn’t even start to process all of the emotions bubbling inside their chest. Terror spiked adrenaline through their veins, limbs twitching against their restraints. Anticipation like ice crept up their fingertips, slowly turning their hands numb—though that might have also been from the cords cutting off their circulation. Pain and anger hammered behind their eyes, tears slipping and falling down their nose to the ground. Resentment bubbled in their stomach, along with a faint prickle of rejection. Hero had been their only hope, when they had been gagged, blindfolded, and thrown into the back of an Agency van. Unlike their twisted, sadistic sidekick, Hero was good. Moral. With them, Villain would be facing prison, which seemed almost wishful compared to being trapped here, alone with sidekick. Hero wouldn’t have let this happen.

Villain flinched as the door slammed open, steel bouncing off the tiled wall as Sidekick strutted back in, kicking it closed behind them. The criminal raised their gaze, eyes red with tears, swollen with bruises and exhaustion, sniffling as they blinked to try and make out Sidekick’s form.

“We’ve only ever used these on the big supervillains, the ones with powers and whatever,” Sidekick began, stepping closer. They held something in their hand, a ring of sorts. The closer they got, the cleared Villain could make it out, until Sidekick pushed the criminal over with their foot, knocking them onto their back once more. “It’s really cool, actually. It gives them a nice little shock anytime they’re out of control, and it restricts their powers.”

Sidekick dropped down once again, their knee digging against Villain’s stomach as they settled on top of the other. They dangled the collar close to Villain’s face, letting them take in every small detail. The leather band was thick and dark, heavy with smooth sides. The silver buckle was bulky and undone, the two loose ends held in Sidekick’s fist to keep its curve. Attached to the back was a matching silver box, reflective in the light. It was fixed firmly to the leather with screws that went through the band and clips that hooked over either side. Along the inside from where the box protruded there were two dulled prongs, sticking out maybe three quarters of an inch.

“I can adjust the intensity right from the remote, duration, all that fun stuff,” Sidekick rambled, sitting back their weight as they dug a hand into their pants pocket, pulling out the aforementioned remote and waving it in Villain’s face. “It also has an automatic function, so try not to scream too much, m’kay? Loud noises tend to set it off.”

Sidekick dropped the remote to the side, not far out of reach.

“Now come on, lift up your head. If you behave, I’ll go easy on you,” they hummed, not giving Villain a chance to follow the order on their own will before they grabbed a fistful of the criminal’s hair, tugging them to an awkward half-raised position, trapped against Sidekick’s body. “Maybeee.”

Upon realizing the impracticality of the position, Sidekick dropped them once more, rolling to the side and shoving the criminal over to their stomach. There was nothing but cruel force behind their touch as they wound their fist into Villain’s hair, dragging them to their knees. Their breath caught in a sharp hiss, pain sparking along their scalp, and Sidekick just grinned.

“Better get used to this now, mutt,” Sidekick jerked them back, grip rough and forceful as they wrapped the collar around Villain’s throat, the prongs digging deep into their windpipe, making them gag on their own breath. “You’re gonna be spending a lot of time on your knees from now on.”

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@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Should I make a tag list for this challenge? I don’t think the other ones are going to be as long as this, but I think this makes for a strong start.

I actually kinda like this, a lot. I wouldn’t be opposed to a continuation if anyone’s interested

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[livingforthewhump]

Hellooo! So I have been lurking on your page for a bit and finally worked up the courage to give a promot idea. Villain finding Hero delirious and in some alleyway and hero won't tell who hurt them, until sidekick shows up for hero and hero freaks. (I seriously don't see enough sidekick being the whumper-)

BLESS YOU ANON I LOVE YOU

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They didn’t know what caught their attention about the alleyway at first. Villain was just walking past it when something snagged their eye, made them turn around. Still, it took a good thirty seconds of squinting and cursing both their instincts and their poor night vision before they spotted the thing that didn’t belong.

A small form, slumped against the wall and shifting slightly in a motion that seemed to be breathing.

Villain once again cursed their brain. This was an odd area, sure, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any homeless people pitching in the alleys for the night.

And yet a small sound carried in the still air, a faint, pained wheezing. Villain frowned and walked forward. If their darned conscience made them give Hero yet another anonymous tip of people in crisis they were going to scream.

As they walked into the alley, they tried to keep their footsteps as soft as possible while still letting the person know about their presence. Whoever it was flinched, wheezing breaths picking up slightly.

“Who are you?” Villain whispered, a menacing husk in their voice.

The person whined, mumbling something incoherent and shuffling vaguely from their collapsed position. Something in that voice was…familiar, though. Almost unsettling.

Villain mumbled a curse and flipped on their dimmest light they carried with them, fingering their weapon just in case.

They gasped at the same time as the figure flinched harshly, both of them moving back.

“…Hero?” Villain asked softly.

They almost didn’t believe it. Hero was entirely folded over on the ground, uniform ripped and splotchy with blood. Any exposed skin was covered in deep purple and still blooming red bruises and welts.

Their chin was tucked down to their chest, arms up and cradling their head protectively. It was like they expected whatever assault they had been through to continue at any moment.

Villain almost flicked the light off. Almost walked away. They had a conscience, sure, but not so far as to stay in the situation. At least, never before. They were a runner. That’s what they did. They fled and left the situation for someone else to deal with. So why were they moving to kneel beside Hero.

“Please…” Hero’s voice came out in a croaky whisper, like they had already spent it all.

Villain reached out to touch Hero’s shoulder, earning a flinch that drove them impossibly closer to the dirty brick wall of the alley.

“Who did this to you?” Villain asked, suddenly enraged. What monstrosity looked at Hero, who was good and kind and helped everyone, even to the point of self sacrifice, and thought that they deserved to be anywhere near this hurt?

Hero gasped in a shuddering breath, and Villain realized they were whispering something, and endless litany, almost prayerful in its desperation. “Please please don’t hurt me please I’ll—I, I’ll be good, I won’t tell, please leave me alone please don’t, please—”

Villain’s jaw set as an unprecedented fire cemented into their bones. Oh, no, they wouldn’t be walking away from this one.

They gently pried Hero’s arms off of their head, cupping the masked face in their palms and tilting it towards them.

Their face, too, was a cacophony of bruises, lips swollen and split from being hit over and over again. Mask ripped at the corner with blood weeping from the wound, intermingling with Hero’s own tears that drenched their cheeks. Their eyes were droopy, half closed.

“Hero. Hero, look at me,” Villain breathed, jostling their head slightly. Oh, heavens, did they need a hospital? Villain couldn’t go there with them. “Hero.”

Their lashes fluttered as their eyes flew open. Yet they stared past Villain, fixed on something that wasn’t there, at least not anymore, as tears rose to further cloud them.

“Please no…” Hero mouthed at the invisible horror they were seeing.

Villain glanced behind them to ensure there wasn’t someone there after all. Only shadows. They shivered nonetheless.

“Hero, who do you see?”

At this angle they could see even more wounds spattering Hero’s torso. A dent in their ribs where there shouldn’t be one (was that why their breaths where so raspy?), bruises etched deeply into the sensitive skin of their neck. Overlapping handprints, pressed down hard again and again. Villain swallowed drily.

“Who do you see?” They were practically begging now.

Hero’s brow ruffled, eyes focusing blearily for just a moment. “Villain…?”

“Yes,” was all they could manage.

Hero’s throat clicked when they tried to swallow. They winced in pain, blinking back the delirium creeping back into their eyes. Something was dripping blood into their forehead. “You, you need to go.”

“What?” Villain’s grip on their face tightened slightly, loosening again instantly at the flash of terror in Hero’s eyes. “No, Hero, you need to tell me who did this to you.”

Something tensed in Hero’s face, and they seemed almost venomous when they spat out a “no.”

Villain blinked, and when Hero jerked their face out of Villain’s hold, they let them. It seemed to pull on Hero’s wounds though, and they made a strangled yelp, falling back in on themselves and shuddering with sobs.

Villain muttered a curse, jumping when Hero jerked back.

“Plea—please, it, it, it hurts,” Hero hissed. Villain almost thought that Hero had forgotten they were there all of a sudden, overwhelmed by the pain, but their voice raised just a little then. “Villain—”

“I’m here,” they brushed their fingers over Hero’s forehead. “What can I do?”

“Get away from them,” a voice snarled from the front of the alley. Villain jumped back, spinning to face them, weapon jumping into their hand.

“Sidekick!” They didn’t get another word in before Sidekick was upon them, a flurry of motion.

Seconds later they had Sidekick at a stalemate, fuming and weaponless.

“Listen, it wasn’t me,” Villain gasped, moving to gesture towards Hero.

In that movement though, they saw the state that Hero was in, and it was very different than mere moments before. And very, very bad.

Hero was scrambling to shove themselves against the brick, even as they cried out against the aggravation to their wounds. Their eyes were wide, whites visible even in the dark, fixed solely on Sidekick. Their tears were starting anew. And then they started shrieking.

“No nononono please, please, Sideki—please I’m sorry I’m sorry please don’t hhh—” And their sobs turned their yelling incoherent.

Villain’s vision turned red. They shifted in between Hero and Sidekick, weapon poised. “Sidekick,” they said very carefully, dangerously, “why is Hero saying that?”

“They don’t even know what they’re saying.” Sidekick’s voice was shaking, thick with anger. Hero had gone still at the sound of it, just before their disjointed thrashing resumed in earnest.

Sidekick rushed a few steps forward, and Hero screamed and sobbed and begged, cowering behind Villain’s protection. And Villain seethed.

“Don’t come any closer,” they snarled. “You don’t deserve to be within a mile of them.”

Sidekick barked a laugh. “That coming from a villain! You’re clearly just trying to pin your crimes on me.”

Another heartbreaking sob came from Hero, a tearful please please please.

Villain’s jaw creaked from how hard they grit their teeth. “Get out of my sight. Or I’ll skewer you here and now.” Their powers flickered dangerously around them, so close to raging unleashed.

Sidekick stared at them, and Villain stared back, rage against rage, and for once, it wasn’t Villain who ran away.

When they did leave the alley, it was with Hero scooped up in their arms, limp and muttering, but safe. Safe from, horrifically, the one meant to have their back, to always be by their side. Safe from the one who hurt them to the point of begging delirium. And the next time Villain saw Sidekick, they swore with all the fire in their blood that only one of them would be walking away.

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#sorry if this is bad #writer brain is lost to static help #hero whumpee #hero sidekick #sidekick whumper #hero x villain #villain caretaker #good villain #i’ve forgotten how to tag oops

[em-writes-stuff]

"you weren't supposed to get hurt"

day 13 of @febuwhump

hero, villain, and sidekick

275 words

warnings: betrayal

part one

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Sidekick watches as the door to Villain’s house is pushed open. Villain doesn’t step out, but he swears he knows who does. 

What’s Hero doing here? He was supposed to be getting lunch with a friend. 

He nearly falls out of the truck and runs up to Hero, who’s just gotten Villain off his shoulder and on her feet. 

In unison, they ask, “What are you doing here?” 

Hero plants his feet and puts one arm across his chest. “Well?” 

“I…you weren’t supposed to get hurt. You weren’t supposed to be here.” Sidekick says, looking Villain up and down. “I found out where she lived. Thought I’d help you out a little bit.” 

“By killing me?” Villain mutters, head resting on Hero’s shoulder. 

They both ignore her. “You told me you weren’t going to do anything without checking with me first.” 

“Right, because you’re the easiest person to get in touch with.” Sidekick snaps. “I had a plan, it was a good one, so I did it.” 

Hero shouts, “But it wasn’t a good one, was it? Because you didn’t know who was in the house! And you could’ve murdered innocents!” 

Sidekick scoffs, “Anyone who lives with her isn’t an innocent.” 

Villain stands up straight, arm slung around Hero for support. “My kids live here. They’re five and seven. How are they not innocent?” 

Sidekick’s face falls and he looks at Hero, who looks at him with shame. Then he looks at Villain, leaning on Hero, pulling him down with her neediness. 

“Being related to you is enough.” he says coldly. He looks at Hero, “I’m leaving tonight, don’t expect me back, not after this.” 

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday13 #you weren't supposed to get hurt #hero whumpee #hero whump #villain whumpee #villain whump #hero caretaker #sidekick whumper #hero and villain #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing #whump #whump fic #whump writing

[iwritewhump]

Experimental Injection

2023 year of whump

381 words

characters: hero, villain, sidekick

warnings: syringe, kidnapping, being injected

masterpost

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Hero’s arm reaches out toward Villain, fist clenched. He lands the blow and Villain folds over, arms wrapping around his gut. Hero pulls back and smiles, “Sorry for the low blow. I need you still for this.”

Villain looks up, face twisted with pain as something jabs into his side. He turns quickly to see Sidekick capping a syringe. She smiles at him cruelly. 

Pain races through his veins, he doubles over and nearly collapses to the ground in less than a second. “What the hell is that?”

“I’m…not quite sure, to be honest.” Hero says. He squats in front of Villain and tilts his head, “Y’see, Sidekick and I were meeting with Supervillain the other day and she gave us a load of things she’s been cooking up. Some were labeled and some…” 

Villain moans in pain and curls into the fetal position. His vision turns white and he cries out. 

Hero coos and cups his chin, “Poor thing. How about Sidekick and I take you back to base and wait this out with you?” 

“No,” Villain manages, barely above a whisper. 

“Not a question.”

Sidekick picks him up, throwing him over her shoulder with a soft grunt. She follows closely behind Hero to the car and throws Villain in the car, not reacting when he shouts in pain. 

The drive seems to take forever, Villain can feel every rock in the road, his heart pounds in his chest and it feels like it’s trying to escape the torture. He presses his hand over his heart and feels it pounding, counting the beats. 

When the car finally stops, Villain whimpers at the sudden stop of movement. Without being jostled around, the only thing he feels is pain. 

The van doors open and Sidekick audibly rolls her eyes before grabbing Villain’s feet and pulling him closer to the end of the cab. 

She throws him over her shoulder again and carries him inside before grabbing his wrists and tying them behind his back; as if he could do anything to get away. She drags him to a table and ties him to one of it’s legs. 

“Alrighty!” Hero says cheerily. “As soon as that wears off, you let us know and we’ll get started testing out the rest of this stuff.” 

#2023 year of whump #2023 year of whump january #whump #whump fic #experimental injection #whumpee #whumper #sidekick whumper #hero whumper #villain whumpee #kidnapped whumpee #kidnapped villain #iwritewhump #my writing

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

QQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEESSSSSSSTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN, do you like sidekick whumpers? Thanks for your time, have a lovely day!

-K

K, that is such a unique and underused character type! I've never written or read much for sidekick whumpers, but yeah I could probably get into them! I hope you have a great day too!

#sidekick whumper

[whumppromptoftheday]

“is that blood?” hero asked, looking at sidekick’s red-stained shirt.

they shrugged, looking down. “most of it isn’t mine.”

#whump #whumppromptoftheday #whump prompt #sidekick whumper #whump dialogue

[blackrosesandwhump]

Do you have links for Sidekick's victory part one and 2?

I do, yes! There's one more part coming up, so I was planning to post an official list after that, but here are the links to parts 1 and 2 in the meantime!

Part 1

Part 2

#whump #whump writing #request #writing requests #writing snippet #whump snippet #villain whumpee #sidekick whumper #villain whump #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #villain and sidekick #hero and villain #blackroseswrites #anon ask #anon request #ask answered

[epiclamer]

Part 2

“You’re finally awake~”

Sidekick barely registered the voice over the pounding of their heart in their head. They stretched their neck up to try and see whomever had tied them spread eagle to a bed, but could hardly get a glance from their restrained position.

Footsteps resounded through the room until they stopped somewhere near the foot of the bed. The hero-in-training gulped, they were terrified.

“W-Who are you?”

Their capturer huffed a laugh, stepping over to the side of the bed and into the sidekick’s view. “You’ve yet to meet me, darling. I’m a friend of your friend.”

The sidekick pursed their lips in an awkward frown, masking their unease. “By friend, you mean enemy… right?”

The other, presumably Villain (the sidekick guessed), smirked. “I guess you could say that.”

Hot sweat ran down the sidekick’s back and into the soft sheets below them, for some reason their whole body felt hot. Were they drugged? Truth serum-ed? Maybe even poisoned?

“You might have a concussion, I hit you quite hard over the head.” As if on queue, the sidekick felt a sudden sharp sting at the back of their head and for a sickening moment they realized the sweat coating their hair wasn’t actually sweat at all. “I didn’t think you’d be that easy to take down, if I’m being honest.”

The villain shrugged, somewhat amused as they watched the sidekick’s pale face distort in a mix of unresolved emotions. Eyeing their prisoner up and down from their jail cell of a bed with a look Sidekick had only ever been warned about by Hero before.

Sidekick’s mouth opened and closed, searching for something to say, toying with the idea of talking their way out of a torture session. “Y-You know, Hero is still out there. If you’re looking for them, I-I mean you just missed them—”

“Do they teach you to sell out your superiors immediately in hero school? Or is that just your own last ditch attempt to get away scott-free as a coward?”

Sidekick shut up. Villain had a point, they weren’t exactly painting the best picture for their reputation.

The villain grinned, leaning over the bed and placing a hand against the sidekick’s chest. They let their fingers wander as they spoke, “I will say though, coward or not, you sure are putting this body to waste working for that rat of a hero you call your mentor.”

Their second hand crept up along the sidekick’s torso and the criminal didn’t hesitate to begin slowly unbuttoning their dress shirt. Both of their eyes focused on the bits of skin that were carefully being revealed as they worked the lower buttons apart.

Sidekick’s breath hitched, was Villain seriously hitting on them? What were they doing? What was happening? None of Hero’s master classes could’ve prepared them for this moment.

The further down the villain’s hands went the more the sidekick’s heartbeat picked up. They convinced themselves it was because of the torture that was increasingly impending and not the fact that someone as breathtaking as the villain was, was stripping them down.

They began to struggle, pulling subtly—or so they thought—against their bonds, letting the burn from the rope digging into their skin distract them from the villain’s fingers exploring their body.

Pulling back the fabric of their button-up, Villain revealed the hero-in-training to their hungry eyes. Going straight to teasingly tracing their nails into the sidekick’s skin, relishing in their goosebumps and gasps.

“Sweetheart,” Villain’s eyes flicked to Sidekick’s, digging their nails into their fleshy shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Don’t pull on the ropes, okay? I guarantee you that my knots are more than strong enough to hold, so be a dear and don’t hurt yourself any more than you already have.”

For some reason, Sidekick stopped, they didn’t fight back harder like they were taught. The villain’s eyes were entrancing and their voice was soft but stern, guiding the sidekick’s actions and thoughts with every word they spoke.

Hero had warned them of that.

Villain smiled, pleased with their captive as they continued their soft tracing of skin. Leaving behind angry, red, crescents on the sidekick’s shoulder in their wake. “Hero spoke of you, but they never mentioned how good you look… What a shame.”

Sidekick’s face burned a beet coloured red. “W-What?”

“Well, I would’ve kidnapped you a lot sooner if I had known~” Villain drawled as if it were obvious and Sidekick cursed their lucky genes.

“But enough chit chat,” the criminal brought their hands back to their sides. “Let’s get back to the real reason you’re here…”

And in a second the sidekick’s heart lurched into their throat at the ‘snap’ of switchblade flipping open.

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[whump-in-the-closet]

Hi! I know you’ve written stuff like this before and I absolutely adore it so I have to request some more sidekick whump? Either hero’s or villain’s sidekick, doesn’t matter!

Have a nice day!!

Sure! Went with hero’s sidekick here because of ✨vibes✨

Villain stood over the blindfolded Sidekick, tied to the chair with hands twisted behind them. Their chest rose and fell unevenly, breath freezing in the air.

They were terrified.

Good.

Villain crouched down to eye level with Hero’s Sidekick. “Rise and shine.”

Sidekick jerked back in the chair, straining against the restraints. “Fuck you—” their voice was raw, spent from screaming for help that would not come.

“Ah ah ah, language,” said Villain. “I would have thought Hero taught you better.”

An unintelligible snarl.

Villain leaned close, yanking off the blindfold. They smiled without showing any teeth. “Now for the first order of business.” With a quick, rough gesture, they pulled off Sidekick’s mask.

“Hey!” Sidekick blinked frantically, trying to adjust their eyes to the cold light. Their breathing was shallow. Panicked. “Hero—” they started to say, then broke off abruptly.

Underneath the mask was a cloud of dark hair and tired eyes. No trademark scar. No dye or piercings. Unsettlingly average. Ordinary.

Villain rocked back on their heels. “Hero what? You think he’ll come and save you still? Or were you going to say, Hero’s gonna kill me?” They laughed. “I’m far ahead of him in that.”

Sidekick looked down. Away. Anywhere that wasn’t Villain.

Villain stood and started inspecting the tools laid out on the table. “You do understand this is business, right?” They lifted up a long, curving knife. “It’s nothing personal.”

Wiping the knife off on the hem of their shirt, they spun back on Sidekick. “For purely business matters, you’ll have to give me your name.”

Sidekick’s lips tightened. No. But their eyes were on the flashing steel.

They shrank back into the chair as Villain circled behind them. “Fine. Be difficult,” they whispered, uncomfortably close to Sidekick’s face.

Villain slammed Sidekick’s head into the table.

Stars. Brilliant-white-pain stars.

Villain’s grip relented long enough for Sidekick to register the pain. And then slammed their head into the wood a second time.

Crack.

“Your name?” said Villain.

“You…you should know. Your mom gave it to me—” Sidekick’s biting response twisted into a cry when Villain yanked their head back until their neck threatened to snap.

When Villain drove Sidekick’s head into the wood this time, Sidekick’s vision went black.

Blood stained the tabletop.

Villain shoved the tip of their blade towards Sidekick’s face.

Hovering there.

Sidekick saw double. Everything was ringing.

“Alright then, smartass, what’s Hero’s name? Tell me, and you’ll go home without any scars,” whispered Villain. “Well, minimal scars.”

Sidekick drew back, shuddering. Their eyes burned with unshed tears. “I—” Their voice cracked. “I can’t.”

Villain shrugged and traced the tip of Sidekick’s ear with the blade. At the touch of the cold steel, Sidekick bit back a sob. They did not beg, but they wanted too. Desperately.

“Your loss, really,” said Villain. “I can do this all day.”

The steel cut down, and something sticky and wet dripped down Sidekick’s ear and the side of their throat.

“Can you?”

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A scream ripped from Sidekick's chest, their back slamming against the metal chair as Villains stalked closer. Sidekick heaved in breaths, squeezing their eyes shut as they whimpered, "Pl-please... i swear I don-don't know-"

Villain chuckled, "Don't worry, doll-face, I'm not as interested in Hero anymore, I'm more interested in you..."

Sidekick's eyes blew open as Villain's fingers curled around the edge of their mask. "Nonono, Vi-Villian don't you dare!"

"Oh, someone trying to be brave? How pathetic. Henchman, hold them still."

Two hands planted heavily at the nape of Sidekick's neck, keeping them still as Villain ripped off the Sidekick's mask. It took them a moment to take in the other's face, blood painting their face, complimenting the bright blue eyes that stared up at Villain in total fear.

"Oh darling," Villain cooed, "Aren't you just beautiful... Henchman, grab me the brass knuckles, I want them begging me for mercy by the time I am done with them"

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continued on my patreon

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[greatgigintheskiess]

Here's a little Hero/Villain whump prompt :P

Cw: Minor whumpee, Child whumpee, bruises, kidnapping, restraints

Everything was bathed in pitch black when Whumpee had opened their eyes. They sat on a cold ground, back against the wall and felt the bounds wrapped tightly around their thin wrists. With the smell of a basement rising into their nose, they wept quietly what only came out as a muffled whine as their mouth was covered by some thick tape. Whumpee tried to struggle helplessly and panic stricken had looked around, trying to recognize where they were right now.

They didn't remember much. Only that they had been knocked over by something, losing their consciousness right after. They had been on a mission with Hero and that was also the last thing they remembered. And Whumpee didn't know how long they had been here.

The noise of a heavy metal door opening with a loud creak and some steps coming closer suddenly echoed in the room, scaring the poor child only more.

A light from the hallway shining through the door blended Whumpee as their eyes had completely adjusted to the darkness and further muffled sounds mixed with sheer fear of the one that approached them. The dark silhouette kneeled down in front of Whumpee, ripping off the tape from their mouth to which they reacted in a whimper. A pair of eyes stared directly into the child's terrified face, studying them with a stoic glance. And only then Whumpee recognized them. It was Villain.

Another almost inaudible whine escaped the child's throat, when Villain grabbed their wrists. They knew what Villain was capable of. Hero had told them countless times how they had slaughtered so many innocent lives just for fun. They were ruthless, sadistic, pure evil.

During their training sessions, Whumpee remembered, Hero used to tell them these stories while they had beaten up the little defenseless child. Hero always said it was for their own good and only this way they could learn what it meant to be a true hero. No pain, no gain was their favorite saying that seemed to have burned into Whumpee's mind since.

And now they were in Villain's clenches and scared to the core. Whumpee already imagined how they would torture them while laughing viciously, only to kill them afterwards anyway. But then they felt the bounds on their wrists loosend, being cut through by Villain's knife.

As if that wasn't confusing enough, now followed something Whumpee had never expected to hear from their mouth.

"Have you eaten today, kid?"

After some hesitation Whumpee instinctly shook their head and Villain handed them some food afterwards. They stared a while at it, then again back at Villain who raised an eyebrow, indicating them to eat. Whumpee didn't take long and accepted the food silently, eating all up.

Villain watched them patiently without any other word. They winced though when Villain's fingers tucked under their chin, forcing the child to look at them. But instead of hurting them like Whumpee expected, they turned their face a bit to the side, revealing some dark bruises on the child's neck and shoulders.

"Did they do this to you?" Villain asked sternly but not mean or in any spiteful tone. Their voice sounded almost concerned. "Hero?"

Whumpee tried to avoid their look but failed as the fingers still held up their chin, making it impossible for them to turn away. But Villain knew the answer all along. They knew how Hero had treated Whumpee. And they knew exactly what Hero told the child about them. So their reaction was only justified.

The child nodded slightly and the hand finally let go off Whumpee's chin. And the next thing they felt confused them even more. Villain laid a soft blanket over their delicate shoulders, their hand resting gently on their back.

"Relax, kid, I ain't gonna hurt you." Villain added when Whumpee reacted with another flinch.

"Y-you don't?" Their voice quivered as their little body still shivered in a mix of cold and fear.

Villain didn't answer but helped the child getting up, giving them a bit of support on their shaky legs.

"But I don't understand... Hero used to tell me you're evil." Whumpee chirped confused, leaving Villain in right with their only assumption about them.

"Didn't you ever think that maybe they were the bad guy all the time?" Villain retorted. "And put all the blame on me?"

Whumpee didn't know what to say anymore.

Yes, it's true that Hero had always blamed Villain for their misery, making them the scapegoat. And Whumpee also had to learn that Villain is no one to trust, that they want to kill them whenever they crossed their ways.

But why did Villain act so caring now? Was this all just a trick? Hero wouldn't have lied to them, or would they?

Standing on wobbly legs Whumpee soon felt their strength giving in. They were so confused and too tired to think about this more. They just wanted to sleep. And as if Villain would've read their thoughts, they eventually lead the child to the door with their hand still resting on their back.

"C'mon, kiddo. You must be very exhausted. You can take my bed for tonight."

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[patchworkorphan]

The Hero and the Infant: Part Three

Read part one here

Continued from here

*~*~*~*~*

Hero threw their arms wide as they strut onto the roof in a gesture of questioning: “hey! What the fuck are ya doing?”

That got Villain’s attention. Violet eyes snapped to theirs, floating a couple metres off the roof. Out of reach for Hero.

“Silent treatment? Really? You just tried to kill a kid, Villain.”

“Superhero’s new sidekick. I did warn them about the mortality rate of such a job before I dropped them,” Villain said with a shrug. Hero looked back over their shoulder at the sound of the roof door opening and Sidekick stepping out, fury winding all of their limbs tight.

“See?” Villain said, getting Hero’s attention again. The Villain’s hand was spread to Sidekick’s appearance. “They’re fine!”

Hero rolled their eyes, scoffing. “Is that supposed to be a justification for attempted murder?”

Hero felt the strong invisible hand wrap around them and yank them up into the air straight into Villain’s awaiting arms.

“Maybe I just don’t like the company they keep,” said Villain, grabbing Hero by the lapels of their duster and pulling them close.

Villain’s nose crinkled up as they said: “you smell like whiskey and cigarettes.”

“It was never a problem before. In fact, I think I remember you enjoying the smell at one point,” said Hero with their dashing smile reserved for only Villain.

“Why are you running around with Superhero’s new scapegoat?”

“Why are you disturbing these good people just trying to do their jobs?” Hero shot back.

“I am a Villain, my dear. It is what we do.”

“And I am a hero, at your every public beck and call. To make sure you don’t do irrevocable damage. Such as killing a child,” Hero admonished and yelped as they felt Villain’s power vanish from under them and they were falling.

Villain held them with one hand over the precipice in their usual showmanship of power. Hero narrowed their eyes and shifted their weight, so they were almost a perfect 45-degree angle to the ground thirteen stories below.

A challenge coated their words as they spread their arms wide, “if you want to kill anyone Villain, do us both a favour and kill me.”

Villain searched Hero’s face for any weakness. Any sign that they were lying and found none. The next thing Hero knows wind is whistling through their ears, stopping only when their back cracks off brickwork and they crumbled to the ground hands catching themselves on the ground, gasping for the air that was wrenched from their lungs.

“Hero!” Sidekick yelled in surprise from the opposite roof.

Hero barely had time to force themselves to stand again before Villain was in front of them, fist bunching in the collar of their shirt. Villain threw a solid left hook. Hero countered, taking the brunt on their forearm before an invisible hand grabbed Hero’s wrist yanking it above their head and keeping it there. Hero’s toes barely scraping the roof below them.

“No fair,” said Hero with a grunt, levelling Villain with a knowing scorn.

Villain’s smile was more of a snarl as they said: “when have I ever played fair?”

Hero threw their other hand out, but Villain caught it and slammed it back against the brick wall, drawing another grunt from Hero. Villain stepped in close, close enough that Hero felt Villain’s breath on their face as those violet eyes peered down at Hero, tightening their grip on Hero’s wrist.

“You look good, Vil,” said Hero softly. “What happened that made you rage against these innocent people today, hmm?”

Villain’s free hand settled on Hero’s cheek and Hero leaned into the touch. “I don’t need a reason.”

“We both know you’re not like that,” Hero said, smiling sadly.

Suddenly Hero was released, and they dropped to their feet, knees bent. Villain was recoiling to the side, hand on their cheek as a once invisible Sidekick became visible again.

“You alright?” Sidekick asked as Hero straightened and nodded.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You looked like you needed help,” Sidekick said, a little breathless and Hero searched the opposite roof wondering how Sidekick had got there so fast but didn’t question it. They could ask later.

Hero fixed their jacket, rolling their neck as Villain’s gaze turned to face the pair. “I had it handled.”

“Sure, you did,” and Sidekick was invisible again. Villain’s eyes burned like the cold fires of hell down at Hero and Hero shrugged with a smirk.

“Kid’s annoying,” said Hero. “But sure, what can you do?”

“Drop them off a building again. Maybe it will work this time.”

“Probably not,” Hero said with a flash of their teeth. “Not as long as I’m here.”

“Well then perhaps I will force you to watch,” said Villain as they shot their hand out. Hero sucked in a breath and felt the pop in their ears as they reappeared behind Villain. They whistled and Villain turned. Hero threw a punch which Villain caught, clenching their hand down around Hero’s fist and stepping forward, pushing Hero back. “You always did think I relied too much on my power.”

“Eh,” Hero shrugged with tired eyes. “It’s an off day.”

Villain’s eyes narrowed, their tone dipping dangerous as they turned Hero’s arm. “Maybe you should have answered my texts then and we could have arranged this on a non-drinking day for you.”

“Come on, Vil. You know me better,” Hero said with a toothy grin. “They are no non-drinking days.”

Villain pulled Hero in and brought a sharp knee to Hero’s stomach. Hero gasped, as Villain leaned in. “We’ll sober you up yet. Just like our academy days, huh Hero?”

The comment had barely registered when Villain squeezed Hero’s fist with their hand, their force backed by Villain’s unfair power.

“No wait, Villain—” Hero protested just before there was a resounding crack over the roof. Hero screamed bloody murder as Villain kicked them back, and unable to catch themselves, Hero stumbled back and fell, their head hitting off the stone roof. White spots burst behind their vision as Hero shuffled back on their good arm. “Motherfucker!”

Hero looked down at their hand, their index and middle finger bent backwards. A deep purple and black colouring the battered flesh. They had to get off the ground. Hero sucked in a sharp breath closing their eyes. Then a boot came to their chin and Hero cursed as their world rocked and their head hit the ground again.

A headache was already forming, and Hero just wanted to lie on the ground and give up then and there. Then he thought of Sidekick who would no doubt lecture them which would only make their headache worse. A rock and a hard place, headache, or worse headache. Before they could decide, Villain stomped on Hero’s ribs, and Hero’s eyes shot open. Their good hand pushing at Villain’s ankle to alleviate the pressure.

“No popping out if your brain’s clouded with pain, ain’t that right Hero?”

“Normal people just say: I missed you,” Hero hissed, they let out a harsh cough. “They don’t try and kill you.”

“What can I say? I’m not normal people,” said Villain with a smile of their own. Then their hand shot out on instinct and Sidekick reappeared two feet away, gasping on no air. Their hands went to their throat with wide eyes. Hero sat up suddenly, but Villain just put more pressure on their leg keeping Hero pinned. “No. No. Don’t get up. Stay.”

“Let them go, Villain!” Hero cried. Sidekick dropped to their knees, face going purple as they choked on nothing, hands clawing desperately at their throat.

Villain tilted their head at Sidekick’s struggles. Hero reached their hand into their pocket, taking out their lighter. “It’s not every day I don’t kill someone first try. The last, and not to blow my own trumpet, but only time that happened Sidekick was with…” Villain turned back to Hero. “Well, was you, dearest.”

Hero shot their hand out, setting fire to Villain’s trouser leg that was currently weighing on Hero’s ribs. Villain gasped, concentration broken, stepping back and Sidekick sucked in a lungful of air. Hero looked at Villain.

“I’ll be back,” they said to Villain as they lunged for Sidekick’s arm, hand clamping around their wrist. Hero closed their eyes, sucking in a breath.

Then pop.

*~*~*~*~*

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[em-writes-stuff]

Surrender + punishment + "final warning"

@whumpril day 29

Warnings: torture (I think it's mild but I've also read it a few times so it might just be mild to me), murder (mentioned)

Villain, sidekick and hero

1334 words (woah that's a lot)

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“Listen, Villain!” Hero shouts from outside, “If you come out right now, I can make it a lot easier for you. If you don’t…I can’t promise anything.”

Villain presses against the wall next to the window, peeking past the windowsill and at the barrage of policemen and Hero’s team. His breath comes out in bursts, making the curtains ripple with every exhale. Hero stands in the front of everybody else, hands held high with worry etched on her face.

“This is your final warning, Villain!” she shouts again. “We’re coming in.”

He curses and shakes his head, holding his hands up and coming in front of the window so they can see him. Hero deflates in relief and lowers her hands, everyone behind her lowers their weapons.

“Just come out, then we can take you in and work something out.” She says, her voice booming through the window pane.

He nods and while he walks to the door, Sidekick makes his way into Hero’s ear, “What are we actually going to do? There’s no way he’s ever going to get out of here alive, right?”

Hero turns to him, eyes wide, “He gave himself up. I’m keeping my word. We’ll take him back to base and figure it out there.”

Sidekick hangs his head and takes a step back just as Villain opens the door. He drops his weapon on the ground and stands in front of the building. “What now?”

“I’m going to cuff you and take you to our base.” Hero says loudly.

He stands still as Hero pats him down and clamps the handcuffs on his wrists, wincing when she grazes over an old wound. She ushers him to a police car, pushes him into the seat and closes the door.

Villain stares forward, slumped in the seat. Sidekick glares at the back of Villain’s head, wishing more than anything that he had laser shooting capabilities.

Hero thanks an officer and walks to her car, leaving Sidekick behind her to make his own way to base, like she always did. Once she was out of eyeview, Sidekick walks up to the same officer and leans against her car.

“Hey, I just got a call from Hero and she actually wants me to take Villain.”

Her face lights up, “Oh! Thank god! Don’t tell her this, but I didn’t want to be alone in my car with him. Do you need help getting him into your car or…”

“I was hoping I could borrow yours, actually.” he cuts her off.

“Oh.”

“If that’s alright, of course.” he smiles.

She shakes her head, “Don’t be silly, of course that’s fine. Make sure you get it back to me, though.” then she playfully adds, “I know where you work.”

He smiles again and takes the keys from her, “I’ll bring it back with a full tank.”

He climbs into the car and adjusts the mirror to look at Villain. “Change of plans.”

Villain’s blood runs cold. He stares out of the window at the officer that was supposed to be driving him. He catches her eye and stares at her, trying his best to not look terrified when he shakes his head, silently pleading with her to stop Sidekick from driving away.

“Let’s go.”

…

They arrive at an abandoned warehouse after nearly two hours of driving. Sidekick stares back at Villain and smirks, “We’re here.”

He drags Villain out of the back of the car and throws him against the wall, letting him fall to the floor.

Villain clambers back, trying to put as much distance between him and Sidekick as he can. Sidekick stalks forward, eyes burning with something Villain can’t quite place but that scares the shit out of him.

Villain’s back hits the wall and Sidekick steers him into the corner, “Nowhere to go.”

“Why are you doing this?” Villain asks.

Sidekick frowns and squats down in front of him, “Hero wasn’t going to. She was going to make a deal with you. You’d probably get to end up living with us until you died. I couldn't do anything about that. But right now? I can ruin you. And any future you might have.”

He smiles, pats Villain’s cheek and stands back up, swiftly kicking Villain in the ribs.

Villain doubles over and wraps his arms around his chest, gasping at the sudden pain. Sidekick lands another blow, this time breaking the skin on Villain’s forearm.

“Stand up.” Sidekick spits.

Villain curls into himself and shakes his head, cradling his bleeding arm gently against himself. Sidekick scoffs and kicks him again, this time his shin.

“Oh, one second.” Sidekick says, taking his phone out of his pocket, “I have to take this. Not a sound, got it?”

He stands over Villain, his boot digging into his thigh to keep him pinned in place.

“Hero?” he leans against the wall and listens intently, “Oh, that’s horrible!...no, no, you stay there. I’ll find him, don’t worry…sure thing…bye.”

He waits for Hero to end the call and puts the phone back in his pocket before lifting his boot off of Villain.

He gasps, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up with his hands to catch his breath. Sidekick pushes him against the wall and holds him there. “Apparently Hero’s more worried about you than I was expecting. So we have to go.” he digs his palm into Villain’s chest and leers at him, “We have to get our story straight, don’t we?”

Sidekick grips Villain’s collar and digs his thumb into his clavicle to lead him back to the car. He pushes him into the backseat and slams the door, nearly clamping down on Villain’s calf.

Sidekick gets back in the car and starts it, blasting the music and rolling the windows all the way down. Villain curls up on the floor of the car and waits.

…

Hero runs out of the building and throws her arms around Sidekick, “Thank goodness you’re back! Where was he?”

Sidekick pulls away from her and puts his hands on her shoulders, “That officer you sent him with? She thought he deserved more than a slap on the wrist. She was gonna kill him. I found them just in time.”

Hero’s mouth hangs open loosely and she shakes her head, “Where is she?”

He shakes his head, “Villain fought back.” He closes his eyes and hangs his head, “She didn’t make it.”

Hero pulls away and shakes her head, “No, no. That-that’s not-no.” She looks up at him, rage burning in her eyes, “Where is he?”

Sidekick opens the car door and Villain nearly falls out. He grabs onto the seat cover and barely manages to pull himself back into the car. Hero stares at him, her gaze…softening? Sidekick grabs Villain’s shirt and drags him out of the car, throwing him onto the ground in front of Hero.

“Tell her what you told me.” he spits, nudging Villain with his foot.

Villain’s breath comes out in shallow gasps and he looks up at her, “I-”

“Go on…”

Hero glares at Sidekick, shutting him up with once glance. She kneels in front of him and helps him sit up. Villain stares at her, she keeps hold of his hand, squeezing it just enough so that he doesn’t forget about it. She nods and rolls back on her heels.

“I didn’t want to.”

Sidekick spits, “That’s not what you told me.” He grabs a fistful of hair and makes Villain look at him. “Tell her exactly what you told me.”

“That’s enough, Sidekick.” Hero snaps. She jumps to her feet and gets in his face, putting herself between him and Villain. “Why don’t you go take a walk?”

Sidekick scowls at her, his chest heaving with every breath he takes. She stands her ground, looking at him with her arms at her side and her breathing even.

“Fine.”

He storms off and Hero kneels back down in front of Villain. “What happened?”

And he tells her.

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[iwritewhump]

whumptember days 21 and 22

title: choice

prompts: “you made your choice”, voice breaking, crying, double crossed, working for the enemy

warnings: young whumpee (not specified but around 20-22), gun, mild cursing

characters: henchman, sidekick, villain, hero

440 words

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Henchman pulled away from Sidekick as Villain called for help from the other room. He stared at her in disbelief. “Tell me you didn’t.” 

Sidekick bit her cheek and sniffed, “Villain is wrong. I did what I had to do.” 

She turned away from him and ran out of the room. Henchman took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. This could wait. 

Villain, as always, stood his ground. Hero advanced forward, trying to force Villain back into a corner, but all she managed to do was get in his face. Henchman watched as she glared at him. He looked at her, hand moving to his dagger as she whispered something and he rolled his eyes. 

“Wow. That’s original.” he chided. 

Hero scowled. She flicked her wrist and Sidekick sprung into action. She leapt behind Henchman, wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed a gun to his head. Henchman tensed, “Sidekick.” he whispered, “What the hell are you doing?” 

She ignored him and pressed the gun harder against his temple, if either of them noticed her hand shaking, they ignored it.

“Since you aren’t taking me seriously,” Hero said. “I will make you. If you don’t tell me everything I want to know- I will kill Henchman.” 

Villain swallowed thickly and took his hand off the hilt of his blade. Taking a step back, he held his hands in the air and watched as Henchman’s breathing sped up. 

“Hero.” he said, voice breaking. “L-let him go. I’ll do whatever you want me to. I promise. He’s just a kid, let him go. Please.” 

Hero frowned and pursed her lips, pretending to consider what he had said. “You made your choice. So did he.” 

Villain looked at Henchman and nodded. “Ok. I’ll tell you what you want to know. Let him go first.” 

“As if,” Hero said. “You’re both coming with me and I’ll let him go only once I get everything I need. Besides, it’s too risky to just let him go now. He’d probably do something stupid and get himself killed. It’s much safer for him with me.” 

She walked behind Villain and shoved him towards the door. Sidekick followed, pushing Henchman gently forward. She pulled the gun away from Henchman’s head and put it back in its holster, once it was put away, they both visibly relaxed. 

Hero herded them into the car and handcuffed Villain to the door. She nodded towards Henchman. “Is he gonna give us any trouble?” 

Sidekick looked in the backseat and stared at him. He didn’t look back. She shook her head and climbed into the passenger seat. “He won’t do anything.” 

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“Don’t die.”

The sidekick’s hands pressed into the hero’s wound, and the hero blinked dizzily.

“What?”

“I said, don’t die.”

“I’m sorry, wait, who are you?”

The sidekick’s gaze had an intensity the hero didn’t know existed. Then, they grinned, and it was like sunshine.

“Your new sidekick. And I can’t be your sidekick if you have the audacity to die on my very first day, so don’t die.”

The hero blinked once more.

“Nice to meet you?”

“I’ll say nice to meet you when you stop bleeding out.”

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“Don’t die,” the sidekick reminded the hero, half laughing, half serious.

The hero rolled their eyes with affection.

“Have I ever?”

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“Don’t die.”

The hero glanced up.

“Relax, it’s just a graze. No bullet holes, see?”

They held their arms away from their body, twisting to show the lack of harm.

The sidekick sighed with something close to relief.

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“Don’t-“

“Die, yes, I know,” the hero finished. The sidekick’s eyes narrowed.

The hero’s heart twisted.

“I won’t, I promise.”

The sidekick nodded, once.

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“Don’t die.”

The hero sneezed, eyes bleary.

“It’s just a cold.”

“Yeah, and people die from those.”

The hero laughed, voice nasally.

“The agency would be thrilled to have cause of death ‘common cold’ written in my file, I’m sure of it.”

The sidekick threw a pillow at them, and brought them soup.

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“Be careful, okay?”

The hero snapped their head up.

The sidekick blinked at the sudden movement, mouth still half open.

“What?”

The sidekick cleared their throat.

“I said be careful,” they gestured awkwardly with one hand. “It’s Supervillain. They don’t pull punches.”

The hero’s mouth was dry.

“Right. Yes.”

They strapped their last piece of gear on, and turned to leave.

“Oh, and hero,” the sidekick tried for nonchalance, smiling slightly. “Don’t die.”

The hero smiled back.

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“You idiot,” the hero hissed, hands frantic. They didn’t know where to press, which wound to try and stop first. The sidekick coughed weakly.

“I had it handled,” the hero’s voice broke.

The sidekick managed a pained wheeze that might have been a laugh.

“Mhm. Yeah.”

“It’s Supervillain, why—“ the hero tipped their head upwards, tears slipping from their eyes.

The sidekick whimpered, slightly. “You could have gotten hurt.”

The hero pressed their hands onto the chest wound.

“And you getting hurt is okay?”

The sidekick didn’t answer. When the hero looked up, their eyes were closed.

“Hey, no no nonono don’t do this to me, sidekick, hey,” the hero scrambled, fingers slick with blood, heart pounding. “Don’t die.”

A curse, an oath, a command, a prayer.

Don’t die.

The sidekick, just barely, smiled, tugging the hero down to whisper into their ear. Just two words. The two words.

The hero sobbed, shaking their head, pushing back to find a pulse—

And found the silence of a waiting grave.

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“Don’t die,” the hero said to themselves quietly, pressing a piece of gauze to their side.

The medic watched them intently, eyes soft, but didn’t say anything.

They knew. The whole goddamn base knew.

And that was the only thing that would come out of the hero’s mouth.

“Don’t. Die.”

The medic’s mouth pressed into a thin line, eyes watering, and they vanished out the door.

The hero realized, then, that their cheeks were wet.

Two words.

An oath. A prayer. A command.

“Don’t die,” They whispered, and for a moment, just a moment, they could pretend it was sidekick saying it.

The very first words they had said to the hero.

And their very last ones, too, pained hushed whispers in the hero’s ear, a final breath.

“Don’t die.”

The hero started sobbing, then.

And they didn’t stop.

Don’t.

Die

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