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whump-in-the-closet · 9 months

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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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blackrosesandwhump · 2 months

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Febuwhump Day 16: Came Back Wrong

CW: creepy villain, um...that's about it

Sidekick sat silently in the chair that villain had provided, every nerve in his body thrumming.

Any minute now, hero would walk through that door. Any minute now, it would be over.

His fingers tapped a violent rhythm on the arms of the chair. It’d been hell, waiting for so long, not knowing whether hero was even alive. But any minute now, hero would—

The door opened. Sidekick jumped up, his heart thundering.

Villain entered first, his face an expressionless mask that looked almost bored. But it was the figure following behind him that froze sidekick’s blood.

“That’s…that’s not hero.”

“Of course it is,” villain said, as if explaining something simple to a confused child. “Who else would it be?”

A chill ran down sidekick’s spine. It certainly looked like hero: same haircut, same clothes, same height. But this version of hero had ashen skin, empty eyes, and a slack mouth that seemed incapable of speech. Not hero. Not hero at all.

“What did you do to him?” sidekick whispered, his own skin crawling with a new, nameless kind of fear.

“Me?” villain said in mock horror. “I did nothing! Well, I might have done something, but this version is much better, don’t you think?”

And just like that, the horrible fear in sidekick’s gut changed. It changed into something equally horrible, but powerful, so powerful that it took over sidekick’s body with a single word.

Revenge.

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oopsiwhumpeditagain · 6 months

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villain has been watching hero and sidekick for some time. villain knows that sidekick is young, and doesn't know better than what they were told so they purposefully make sure to avoid hurting them. however, villain starts to notice many injuries on sidekick, ones that are supposed to be from villain...

they investigate a little and realize that hero isn't who they say they are, and who is really good?

#yeah so here we are #whump #whump prompt #villain and sidekick #villain and hero #sidekick and hero

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Damn Them

(I struggled so hard to get a chapter written (life is beating my ass right now) but it is here!)

When Sidekick woke up, the first thing that he felt was confusion.

He couldn’t see much in the darkness, but he felt…something, around his leg, and things felt different and smelled different and sounded different and-

The memories of the day before hit him like a pallet of bricks.

His stomach turns at the thought of Hero, oh god, what was he going to do?

Sitting up, he braces for the pain, but it’s…not bad. Not as bad as it should be. Whatever she had given him must have been good, because he really wasn’t feeling much at all.

Pain, fear, all were muted and dull, there but not at the forefront.

He swings his broken leg down out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible while straining his ears to see if he could hear Villain or Assistant.

Nothing.

He tests his weight on his good leg, and stands. Villain had said not to walk on the cast but it seemed fine and it wasn’t like they were actually going to give him crutches.

He steps carefully over to the door, and presses his ear against it.

Now he heard something.

Muffled voices, Assistant and Villain, but no distinct words.

He sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face and looks at the door.

It just looked like a regular door, like the regular kitchen. He knew it would be locked but still, he tried the handle anyway.

It turned.

His heart leapt into his throat as he carefully eased the door open less than a crack. It opened outwards, and he didn’t know where Assistant or Villain were, for all he knew they could be watching the door like hawks.

But it was open a sliver, and now he could vaguely hear them.

“Killing Hero isn’t just going to be a walk in the park, it’s a lot more complicated than that. What about Lover?”

Sick was all he felt, like the whole world was tumbling out from under him. Without Hero and Lover, where would he go? They were all the family he had now, and to hear Assistant talking about killing them like it was just an errand to run made his blood cold.

“We would have to figure out her first, see where she stands. But after that, Hero won’t be easy but he won’t have Sidekick as a human shield either.”

They were going to pick Lover off first, then Hero. He wasn’t there to protect him, they did this on purpose!

All warmth that he had formed towards Villain had dissipated, replaced only by rage. He eased the door open further, looking for a phone, a knife, a door, any way out or way to warn Hero or Lover.

“And that still leaves Sidekick… What happens to him?”

He paused, listening again.

Villain seemed to pause, and he heard a sigh before anything else. “I don’t know yet. For now, he’ll stay here, and we’ll play it as we get more information. All I know for now is that I’m not going to let that bastard that pretends to be a hero lay another finger on him, through whatever means necessary. He’ll be here and he’ll be safe.”

Villain was…protecting him? From Hero?

Now, he wished he had just stayed in bed. Confusion replaced rage and left him unsteady.

Literally.

He had been leaning on the door for support, but it too gave way, slamming open with a bang and leaving him to fall hard.

He was caught and he knew it. He couldn’t even get up, all he could do was lay in a graceless heap as running feet approached.

Both Villain and his emotions caught up to him far too quickly, and he found himself sobbing weakly against the cold floor, cringing away from Villains helping hand.

“I just want to go home… Please just let me go home…”

He couldn’t hear what Villain said as he helped him up, only that it wasn’t scolding.

“I want to go home…please…I want to go home…”

But Villain just guided him back to bed, and Assistant appeared beside him with a capped needle.

He didn’t resist when she positioned his arm and administered whatever was in the syringe. It didn’t matter anyway.

He was stuck here, and he was useless, and they were going to kill Hero to protect him. And he hated himself for the sliver of him that liked that idea.

The last thing he saw before drifting off again was Assistant picking the blanket up off the floor and draping it over him again while Villain helped prop his leg up on the abandoned pillow.

Damn them. Damn them both.

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writing-to-survive · 7 months

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#81

"You either tell me what I want to know, or I'll give you back to Hero!" Villain threatens.

Sidekick cowards in a corner, surrounded by Villain and his goons. Tears flow out their eyes, and their cheeks are bright red. Villain hates threatening Sidekick like this. No kid should have to go through this. Byt they still have a job to do.

"Sidekick!" Villain yells again.

"Okay! Okay! Please don't take me back. I'll tell you," Sidekick blubbers.

Villain felt their heartache even more as Sidekick spoke. Sidekick finishes, and Villain sends one of his best men to take them to a room so they can rest.

Villain will apologize for their tone later. After they finish work.

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late-night-tourist-attraction · 1 year

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#22

Practically dramatized the hero's sidekick rushed to close the heavy door before slowly sinking to the floor.

"What was it like out there kid, how was your first taste of the real world?" The villain had asked with a tilt of their head.

The sidekick jumped in suprizies at villains villains voice.

" Was it everything you thought it would be?" The villain had asked once more with a knowing gleam in their eyes.

Shaking the sidekick shook their head in dismay. " n-no, it was horrible, it wasn't like anything the hero said it would be." The sidekick had said with a miserable stutter.

The Villain scoffed at that, the sound was chilling to the ears as it held no emotion.

The sidekick shivers even more when the villain continues the patronizing onslaught.

" I suppose I would be shocked too if I grew up only ever knowing about the happy side of things. But then again,Did you really think a shit ton of glitter and rainbows could fix a place like this?" The villain said once more with hollow eyes.

#heroe's sidekick #creative writing #villain prompt #hero prompt #hero #hero and villain #villain #villain and hero #late night tourist attraction prompt #villain x hero #hero in training #sidekick prompt #villain and sidekick

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hailthosverse · 11 months

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Hero x Villain

i used "[]" for characters that are not focused on the main prompt(?) Bitch idk

I'm very sorry that my grammar is currently really bad and confusing to read.if you would like to see one my fanfics, you can visit my AO3! @/hailthosverse! (would gladly appreciate it:])

Part 2

"Today's News!"

That's how everyone ended up hearing the news about the meet-up; even heroes at the agency heard about it. Showing a picture of what was supposedly to be [Sidekick] waiting for someone at the cafe. And of course, the next day, the heroes went WILD interviewing the [Sidekick.]

"I've seen that you've got a lucky person, Sidekick. Care to explain?" The Hero crooked an eyebrow in confusion, wanting to see who that lucky person is.

Oh, little do they know. They don't realize it, but the person he's about to know is the one he despises the most.

"C'MON WHO'S THE LUCKY GIRL??" [Other Hero] slammed her hands on the table in excitement. causing the girl who just slammed a table to be seen by the other heroes. "Whoops, sorry." She said whispering.

As [Sidekick] made a disgusted face, facepalmed for his own dignity, he began to protest. "Listen.. It's not a girl. It's a guy... Second of all, NO! I am NOT GAY, and most importantly, we are not lovers..! we're just friends. Reuniting. NOTHING MORE!" He explained slowly to make the comment loud and clear.

Reuniting with a friend wasn't really that bad of an idea! He and that person were partners-in-crime since they were kids; [Sidekick] always adored them as a sibling nothing more.. However, ever since that person moved out of their country, he has missed them, so much; so that three years ago, before [Sidekick] joined the agency, he also traveled to the country where that person was currently living.

But then the [Superhero] spoke his doubt, making the [Sidekick's] jaw drop at the question.

"The main point is.. who is it?"

[Superhero] glared at him, wanting to confess who it was. [Sidekick] gulped and asked, looking at everyone, left and right.

"Do you really want to.. know...?"

"Yes. Now tell." The heroes looked at him desperately, making him more nervous than before.

"The truth?"

"Just hurry up." The [Superhero] had sat there patiently, crossed arms. So do the other heroes.

"Fine.." [Sidekick] sighed and looked at Hero before looking at [Superhero] again.

"It's Villain."

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the-beauty-of-the-written-words · 1 year

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"You'll never take me alive."

"I suppose that will be a risk we'll have to take." Character B slunk closer to Character C and whispered something in their ear. Character C's face soured. "What do you mean it HAS to be alive? Isn't that inefficient?" Character B shook their head. "All right, fine. Change of plans, Character A. We're going to have to take you alive."

"I know you guys are supposed to be bad, but this whole dumb-and-dumber routine really doesn't shiver my timbers."

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alwaysanovice · 1 year

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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (WARNING: descriptions of gore and death, not vivid, but still there)

"What the hell is this?" Villain spat. He kicked the body as though to say 'look. See what you did?' "are you trying to get me caught?"

Sidekick scowled like a child being chastised, and Villain resisted the urge to throttle him -- because really, he was a brilliant protege, but this ridiculous habit was going to catch up with them both someday.

"Not trying to get you caught." Sidekick mumbled without the faintest hint of regret.

"Then what was to be gained by this?"

The body laying between them was an issue in many ways; for one, all its teeth had been removed as well as the eyes. This wouldn't have been a problem usually, except that that was Villain's thing. You know. Removing the teeth. His trademark.

Sidekick clasped their hands in front of them, a proper gesture completely at odds with what he was just doing. "I..." and finally, he looked contrite. "I was trying to learn."

"Learn what? What is there to learn by throwing me under the bus?"

"I want to be better." Sidekick bit out suddenly. "better than I am. And I guess I thought...I thought, if I could understand what you feel, when you, y'know," He gestured to the poor sap on the ground, "I'd be able to...learn from you better.

Villain is speechless. Sidekick twists his fingers together. "Stupid of me. Sorry."

"It's all right." Villain said slowly. "It's...just...ask me next time, okay? I could...I could guide you through the process."

Sidekick's smile was bright as a switchblade.

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faytelumos · 2 years

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Ulterior, pt2

The villain's head hurt. Their body hurt. Being alive hurt. Oh, lord, and everything was spinning. It was all spinning, slowly rotating wildly, threatening to languidly launch the villain into space. They reached out for something — anything — steady enough to hold on to, but the thing they grabbed just spun with them. The sound of their own groan only made them dizzier.

They had to open their eyes. Their heavy, heavy eyes…. They blinked hard, fluttering them painfully open, head reeling as they tried to adjust carefully to the light. Everything about them, every part of their aching, dizzy body was heavy. They reached for something else to steady them, and they heard a crinkle as their finger touched something that skittered away. They scowled in concentration, trying not to raise their pounding head as they looked through the foggy blob of the world to try to find the thing they had touched. They chased after it carefully, groping and reaching, fingers catching it again, the crinkle sound causing them to flinch. They gently caught the culprit in their grasp and dragged the offender toward them, drawing it into their chest and squinting as they shivered.

It was… brown… and it crinkled… c'mon, eyes, work. The villain blinked hard, their head pounding as they tried to just see what was in front of them.

They were… cookies.

Oh, fuck, the villain was starving.

They drew their treasure in closer to their chest, where it was warm, trying to pinch the plastic to pull it open. Their fingers slipped, and they tried again, but met once more with failure. They tried only once more before profound frustration and tear-jerking desperation demanded more severe action.

They gripped their antagonist in both hands and opened wide, biting hard into the sleeve several cookies in. The plastic twisted and squeaked and popped in their mouth, crumbs falling, and the villain curled up and wriggled their fingers into the hole and pried the plastic open. More than one cookie fell to the bed, and they closed their eyes and kept curled up and ate them one after another until the sleeve was empty. By the time they opened their eyes to discard the trash, they could almost see again. The world wasn't spinning so hard, and they tossed the plastic over the edge and put the last bed-cookie in their mouth and looked at the table again. There was also… water there. And… a lamp… and a juice packet.

There was something familiar happening here, but the villain's brain was just pounding. They looked to the rest of the room, blinking away the last of the fuzz. It wasn't very big, and there was a little chair and a table in front of a window, which had its shades mercifully drawn. The villain closed their eyes again for a moment, then reached up to the juice pouch and pulled it close. They didn't even bother with the straw, just pierced the little silver spot with one of their sharper teeth and sucked the pouch dry. Then they dumped that on the floor, too.

They couldn't tell if they truly slept, but the next time they opened their eyes, the room was stationary and dark. Their eyes were already adjusted, their vision clear, and their gaze landed on a figure in the chair before the window, slumped, a blanket wrapped around them. The villain clutched the blankets on their own body, watching the figure sleep. The villain was aware of a sleeping pain in their side; for now it was a dull ache, but experience said as soon as they tried to move, whatever beast was sleeping there would wake. The villain looked to the table again, seeing that there was now a plate of cookies, the new juice pouch already pierced with a straw. Their eyes flicked back to their company.

The villain didn't recognize this place, nor could they tell who the sleeper was. Messy dark hair in a dark room was barely any kind of helpful. The villain carefully curled up tighter and thought.

Whoever this person was, the villain was somehow better to them alive. This was not the lair, nor any of the handful of safe-houses. This person here wasn't wearing a uniform, nor was there any medical equipment here. Was the villain being hidden? Or had some fool taken them in after they had fallen in battle? What had happened? The hero was involved… the villain went through a wall at some point… but their head no longer hurt. At least, not concussively. So that wasn't what had caused them to black out….

Cookies and juice. They had lost blood. Why had they lost blood? The hero used blunt force; if the villain was ever bleeding it was slight. But the particular snacks, the dizziness, the weakness, the many blankets, the confusion earlier — they had lost blood. They had passed out from blood loss. They glanced about again, looking up, and saw a blood bag hanging from the headboard above. The line fed into their arm. They scrunched up just a little tighter, eyes on the other occupant of the room. The thought occurred to them to pounce, to fight, to demand answers, but even thinking about that made them tired. They were drained. They were still weak. They had to wait. They had to bide their time. So they ate the cookies carefully and drank their juice quietly, still leaving the water because they weren't willing to sit up to drink it just yet. Then they quietly settled in to sleep, keeping their ears open.

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The villain woke to a quiet watch beep. The other occupant, too, stirred upon hearing it. The villain waited, and the other person took a deep breath and moved, shifting the blanket off and standing. They moved into another room, behind the villain, and shuffled some things around. They returned a moment later with another bag, and the villain watched carefully through the dark as the person changed the one above their head.

They stood right in front of the villain, in front of the nightstand. They fidgeted and moved and held, and the villain heard them stifle a yawn. They were close, close enough to hurt, and they surely thought the villain was still unconscious. They finished changing the bag, and they stepped away with the empty one in-hand, and then they paused.

Maybe the villain should have waited to eat the cookies….

"Are you awake?" the person whispered. The villain recognized that voice…. The person waited as the villain debated answering. They stepped away, back into that other room, and it sounded like they threw the bag away, and then a light flicked on. It was soft, golden and dim as it flowed into the main room from behind the villain, but they still blinked at it. The person came in again, and the villain could see their baggy pajamas and messy, messy hair, and they allowed themselves to be caught with open eyes as they looked at their caretaker's face. They narrowed their eyes, frowning in thought, looking the body over again.

Yes… it was the sidekick.

The villain rose slowly, gritting their teeth hard when their side started screaming and howling in pain. The sidekick put up their hands, their eyes wide.

"You shouldn't — you have broken ribs."

"Where am I?" the villain growled. The sidekick pursed their lips, holding their hands together, looking away with their eyes. They looked… nervous? Embarrassed?

"You're… in my dorm," they said with a pinched, apologetic smile. The villain blinked wide eyes.

"What?"

"I-I couldn't take you to the hospital, and your minions or whatever seemed pretty eager to leave you, and I couldn't take you to our medics—"

The villain's henchmen had left them? The villain looked down, searching their memories. The hero had stopped them in the middle of planting evidence, had put them through a wall in the police building, they had scrapped, the villain had disengaged and run—

The villain put their hands on either side of their head, eyes wide. They had run from the hero, and they had made it nearly out of the building when one of their people had come out of nowhere, wearing a police uniform the villain had procured, and before the villain could even demand they run, the cold, sharp pain had split their side.

The villain's own henchman had stabbed them….

"H… hey, are you okay? Er, I mean—"

"How long have I been here?" the villain demanded, lifting their head, which was once more pounding. The sidekick blinked.

"Less than a day. Almost twelve hours." Good. There was still time to smoothly regain power.

"I need to leave," the villain said, throwing the blankets aside. The sidekick barked in protest and rushed forward, grabbing the villain by the shoulders. "Let go, you twerp!"

"You have broken ribs and a punctured liver, you're not going anywhere," the sidekick hissed.

"If you don't let me go right now, I swear to you you'll regret it."

"If I let you go right now, I promise you you won't live to make me regret it." The villain grit their teeth and bristled.

"Three…."

The sidekick sighed dramatically and stepped back, crossing their arms. "Go ahead, walk out of here." The villain was already on it, already bitting down against the pain as they moved their legs to the side of the bed, already standing—

They choked out a gasp of pain and fell, their entire right side one big crash of dull and aching and stabbing pain, and the sidekick caught them flawlessly. The villain panted on the floor, trembling in the cold, the sidekick's warm hands on their front and back. They looked down at themselves and sighed, refusing to look at the sidekick as they spoke.

"Oh, my little twerp?" they said sweetly. The sidekick tensed just a little.

"Yes?" they uttered cautiously.

"Why am I naked?" The sidekick was still for a moment, then they let go of the villain's skin.

"Oh, that. Well, I had to clean you up and check you over, and, well, none of my clothes are going to fit you…." The villain squeezed their eyes shut and massaged their temples. This kid was a hot mess.

"I can't stay here. I have business to attend to." The sidekick huffed an annoyed laugh.

"You can't leave! You're going to get hurt, please stay here!" The villain frowned, looking up to the sidekick, eyes curious. They were… desperate, almost. They were scared. For the villain? They seemed to recognize their slip-up, again touching their hands together and looking away. "I… you — I can't let you leave, because if you get hurt, it's on me. And I'm here to help people."

"Which is why you planned to secretly nurse a political terrorist back to health where no one would capture them and keep them from doing further harm," the villain challenged. The sidekick didn't meet their eye, frowning slightly. "Honestly, child," the villain sighed, gathering their limbs under them to stand, "you're a disaster."

"Hey…."

The villain stood shakily, hand flying to their side, a large bandage there. They stood, unashamed in their nudity, eyeing the sidekick who looked back unabashed. "I have to check up on things."

"Is it your minions?" the sidekick asked somewhat darkly. "Because they seemed pretty content to leave you there to die." The villain tutted and shook their head.

"I taught them better," they growled. "Useless — they can't even assassinate me right."

"What?!" the sidekick barked. The villain looked back to them, confused, and the sidekick looked livid. They moved their hand pointedly to gesture to the stab wound. "Your people did that?" The villain rolled their eyes.

"Catch up," they hissed, stumbling over to the armoire in the room. Regardless of the two of them having drastically different body types, the villain wasn't going to just walk back into their lair naked. They were bold, but with the bruising on their side, there would be no way to fake invulnerability. They at least needed to wear enough to buy proper clothes. Heads were going to roll, and they had to radiate authority as they did it.

"You'll never make it like this," the sidekick growled. The villain shook their head.

"I'm leaving," they snapped, pulling a jacket out of the wardrobe.

"Take me with you."

The villain paused, then turned around. The sidekick looked… fierce. They looked righteously angry. How interesting…. The villain smirked.

"My, my, your concern is touching." The sidekick shifted slightly then, setting their jaw.

"I… I can't let them get away with that. With trying to kill you." The villain rolled their eyes and looked back to the wardrobe.

"Because it's wrong or because that's our hero's job?"

"Because it's you."

Once more, the villain paused. They looked again over their shoulder, eyeing the sidekick as they stood silhouetted in the bathroom light. They looked them over in all their glory, their messy hair and their baggy pajamas and the anger on their darkened face. The villain grinned, slow and wicked.

"What a development this is…" they purred.

#Fayte writes #villain and sidekick #whump

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avvail · 2 years

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prompt #52

“You look ravishing tonight, mon amour.”

Hero’s cheeks flushed involuntarily, and their eyelashes fluttered. “You sound so good. Go on, say something else, please?”

Villain froze, their eyes darting off uncertainly. “Um. Bonjour? Oui oui, je suis?”

The hero suddenly didn’t look very impressed.

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whump-in-the-closet · 1 year

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The Merry Whump of May

@themerrywhumpofmay

May 16th- “Take a Break.”

[Branding Iron | Cemetery | Moonlight]

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(tw: branding, death threat, implied past torture, magical whump, a guy gets speared with ice)

Villain had given up on finding their Sidekick.

It had been two months. Two long, dragging, horrible months. Nothing.

Villain hoped Sidekick had decided to change their identity and beat it to another country. They hoped they had faked their death and were living somewhere far, far away. Hey, maybe there were even happy.

Maybe they had learned to smile again. Sidekick had stopped smiling years ago.

Maybe Sidekick had followed the call of the void. The l'appel du vide. To simply disappear. Vanish. Never to be seen again.

Villain walked with their head down and hands shoved deep in their pockets. Because their gloves were ripped and did little to keep out the cold.

They had been feeling the l'appel du vide recently. Maye they would take a vacation. Buy a car and drive and drive and drive until they reached dirt roads. Then they would keep driving until the roads disappeared entirely, taking them with it.

But not today. Today was Monday and their shift was almost done. They really should buy some new gloves. Their fingers were going to be numb by the time they got home.

They passed by a cemetery without noticing it-- memorial stones crooked and gaping like teeth in the moonlight.

Villain walked by it. Stopped. Walked backwards, hair lifting on the back of their arms.

The shadows behind the stones had shifted. A new light had appeared– the raw red of an open flame. In contrast to the watery moonlight and its cool touch, the fire seemed bright and garish. Wrong.

Villain didn't always think things through. They couldn't afford the time. They either acted, or they didn't.

They acted. They were over the gate in a heartbeat. Crouching low over the ground, Villain was hit with the smell of upturned dirt and rot. It brought to mind images of creeping worms and decaying skin.

Lovely. What joy.

Using the shadows and the towering stone memorials for cover, Villain crawled closer to the fire.

The darkness had distorted into four separate people around the pit. Three stood together, while the fourth stood over the pit, hands clasped behind him.

As Villain's eyes adapted to the firelight, they were able to make out that the group of three people was in fact two people holding someone between them.

The third figure had his hands tied behind his back and wild hair in his eyes.

The world tilted. Shit.

In the flickering shadows, Villain could see the terror whip across the prisoner's face. It rose and fell as he tried to mask it. A trickle of blood dripped from his nose where he could not wipe it away. Every so often, he’d desperately try to lick it off.

The defiance? Unmistakable. The fear? That was new.

Sidekick, apparently, had not escaped to another city.

The temperature dropped several degrees around Villain. A deep cold filled them. Not anger. Not horror. Just...empty. And so, so cold.

“--I told you to give it up,” said the man by the firepit in a voice barely louder than the snapping flames. “Did you listen? No. You had to keep on trying to escape, again and again and again.”

Villain hissed through clenched teeth. They did not like where this was headed. Not in the slightest. They had lost feeling in their hands and now the cold spread up their arms.

L'appel du vide.

Though they were a good distance away from the fire, they could feel it on their face— blistering and painful.

“There is no escape from us.” The man slipped on a pair of gloves and reached for a metal rod that had been resting in the firepit.

Muscles curled like wires inside Villain as they watched.

The rod was a branding iron. White-hot at the tip, curling to red. The pattern at the end was the insignia of the Agency.

The cold increased around Villain, breath freezing on their lips.

Sidekick struggled, biting and snarling, as the man approached, branding iron held like it was some lofty and sacred tool of higher purpose and not an instrument of torture.

“Please–” Sidekick's voice was nothing but a shattered whisper, hoarse from screaming. “Don’t– don’t do this.”

The man didn’t respond, merely nodding to his companions to rip the prisoner's shirt off. Which they did, with ruthless efficiency.

Enough.

Something inside Villain snapped. They stood, shadows falling off their skin like a discarded cloak to pool at their feet. The cold pooled out with the shadows. Unstoppable.

“Touch my Sidekick and I'll kill you." I will enjoy staring down at your lifeless corpse.

The man dismissed Villain with a laugh. "Stand down. This is official Agency business." The brand hovered only a moment–curling red over dark skin– before beginning its plunge.

"And that is my sidekick."

The cold erupted into splintering ice, spearing the man through his hand. Blue ice completely swallowed the two companions who’d held Sidekick.

In the flashing light, Villain caught sight of blood and splintering-white bone in the darkness. A scream.

The branding iron fell to the ground and burned the grass.

Sidekick lay gasping on the ground, eyes locked on the iron. It was a bit too close for comfort.

Villain did not stop with spearing the man. They sent another jagged edge of ice through him. And another. And yet another. Until all four limbs were transfixed to the ground with icicles.

If Villain hadn't been so empty, they would have laughed at the comedic value of it all.

They walked past the firepit and past the now-unconscious man. They crouched down in the rotting dirt by Sidekick, knocking away the branding iron.

“Hey.”

Wild eyes. Deer-in-headlights eyes.

“It's me.” They drew a knife and he flinched back. “Oh. Sorry. It’s for the ropes.”

The only answer was shaky breathing. Villain carefully cut away the ropes and Sidekick jerked his hands away, rubbing his blistered wrists.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Sidekick lunged forward, almost knocking Villain backwards. He hugged Villain. It took a minute for Villain to realise that Sidekick was crying.

The cold dissolved inside Villain. The void retreated into aching silence. They sheathed the knife and wrapped their arms around Sidekick in a hug.

Shaking sobs.

Villain was also crying.

"Missed you," managed Villain.

"They-- they said you weren't coming."

Villain exhaled sharply. They didn't answer at first. Then: "C'mon. Let's get you home. You're going to be taking a long break. In fact, let's call it a vacation."

Villain stood and half-supporting Sidekick, left the burning light of the cemetery behind and walked in the moonlight.

#themerrywhumpofmay #mwmday16 #cw branding #cw death threat #cw past torture #cw magical whump #cw spearing with ice #idk how to tag that #but the guy doesn’t die #whump writing #whump drabble #villain whump #sidekick whumpee #villain and sidekick

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gardenofedensbooks · 2 years

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Obsessed with the idea that the villains 'help' being more powerful than the villain itself.

☆°•¤▪︎.☆°•¤▪︎.☆°•¤▪︎.☆°•¤▪︎.☆°•¤▪︎.☆°•¤▪︎.☆°•¤▪︎.

The Villain had never underestimated their abilities to kill without remorse. In fact, they knew very well of their dumb Lackeys ability to do so.

Though the Villain had one classic flaw. The one thing that is such a cliche but usually the key to their downfall. The Villain was overconfident, believed that they were invincible.

And as soon as they approached their quite expendable goon, they pulled out their gun, aimed at their head. After all, they wore out their usefulness. The Villain didn't need them anymore.

Though as soon as they cocked the gun, the Lackey was facing them, barely a foot away with their own gun pressed between the Villains jaws. And that damn Lackey looked unbothered, as though this never came as a surprise to them to be betrayed this way.

The Villain felt their eyes widen at the words following the 'clack' of their Lackey cocking their own gun.

"And now, why don't you beg for me to not blow your brains out and just forget this ever happened, my dear?"

#original fiction #original writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain writing #the plot thickens #hero and villain #villain and sidekick

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Punching Bag

(Sorry, life is still treating me as it’s punching bag, so…yeah. Here is this.)

“Well, I see why he isn’t the spy…” Assistant scoffed, looking back at the closed door, “And if he keeps walking on that cast, I’m taping him to the bed.”

Villain can’t help but laugh. This whole situation was so ridiculous. It was so strange and strained and fucking awful that they couldn’t do much else…

Their heart was breaking at the image on him on the ground, sobbing like they had never seen anyone cry before. Begging to go home. Did he mean back to Hero and Lover? Or was there another home, out there somewhere?

Maybe there had been, and wasn’t anymore.

It was hard to imagine feeling at home with someone who had left you for dead or worse… Hero didn’t know that they were different. That they wouldn’t hurt him. He probably thought that they’d broken out the thumbscrews and the rack already.

And he still wasn’t here.

“You still want him to stay here?” Assistant’s tone had shifted back to its normal somber tone, “Even after…?”

She gestured to where he had been laying.

“I-“ they rubbed a hand over their face, trying to think, “I guess it depends on what home means.”

“If it means with Hero and Lover?”

“Then they’ve got him fucked in the head, and he’s not going back.”

The anger that had been simmering since they saw Hero and Lover drive away was now starting to boil over.

“God, Assistant, you saw what they did to him. He’s practically a kid! And if that’s what he calls home-”

“I know…”

“I’m no angel, you know that, I know that, everyone knows that. But-“ they were shocked to feel tears coming on, “How could someone do that? They’re supposed to protect him…”

They wiped their eyes angrily. Hero and Lover had always been bad, but now, this was too far.

Assistant laid a hand on their shoulder. “Well, let’s hope that home is somewhere else. If not, he stays here. Safe. Alright?”

“Right,” they took a deep breath, pulling themselves back together, “Sorry, I just-“

She waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t apologize. You’re right.”

They stared up at the ceiling, sick to their stomach.

They’d been replaying the events of the day over and over in their mind, putting things together. It was too much.

Too much for them to just lay here.

They shoved themself out of bed with a groan and started towards the garage and their punching bag.

At least they had a punching bag that didn’t have feelings.

As they wrapped their hands, pieces started to fit together.

It had always been like that.

It’s why they had started doing this in the first place.

The first few strikes eased the sick feeling, cleared their head a bit.

We’re going to keep him here overnight. Then, tomorrow, we find out where home is.

Left hook.

If it’s somewhere else, we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it, but god that’s a bridge I want to cross. If not…

Right hook.

If Hero and Lover were all he had for a home, then I’ll make him a new one. Build it brick by fucking brick if necessary. But while that happened, he’d stay here.

Jab.

While he’s here, he’ll need medicine. Food. Sleep.

Cross.

He’ll need to know that no one deserves to be treated like that.

Crescent kick.

Especially at the hands of a mentor.

Side.

Not him.

Push kick.

Not me.

Roundhouse.

Not anyone.

They unwrapped their hands, letting muscle memory guide them into the shower.

They’d thought they were over this already. That they’d made their peace with it and left it behind but…

Back in bed, the sick feeling quickly returned, but thankfully exhaustion won out this time, and a dreamless sleep pulled them out of reality, past and present.

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