#superhero Whump

[wintertimewhump]

Magic / powered whumpees getting their powers taken away before being imprisoned is all cool and good, but you know what I like more than that? Situations where it’s impossible / undesirable to take away Whumpee’s powers, and instead a prison built specially to hold them and their powers must be created.

TW: medical whump, captivity

Fire-breathing whumpee kept submerged head to toe in cold water, a tube and mask keeping them breathing with barely enough oxygen.

Whumpee that can manipulate water kept in a cell that feels like an oven, constantly drying any condensation, the only water they’re given being in the form of injections while they sleep.

Super strong whumpee bound with reinforced chains or cords that individually they could easily break- too bad there’s dozens of them, wrapped around every limb, around their waist, their neck, across their chest in an X.

Psychic whumpee forced to wear a helmet that blocks their brain waves, trapping them inside their own head. Additionally, a psychic whumpee that needs to know their surroundings in order to interact with them being subjected to sensory deprivation.

Whumpee whose power comes from their emotions being restrained to a hospital bed while an IV drip fills their bloodstream with sedative, emotion-dulling chemicals that put them in a stupor.

Whumpee with ocular powers made to wear a thick blindfold that doesn’t let even a trace of light through, kept on them for so long they start to forget what their captors’ faces look like.

Just. Whumpee in a cell specifically designed for them, knowing that their captor has planned for any contingency. They won’t be getting out easily.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Imagine: A stoic whumpee who is forced to recite all of the rules. So they do it, perfectly, even if it's a very long list. That's just how good their memory is. But then the whumper asks: "And you're going to follow these rules?"

"No."

Just a simple, almost nonchalant "no", just to see what the whumper's reaction is going to be. Because whatever comes after, it would've still been worth it.

I am imagining AND IT IS DELICUOUS. I was so so so excited about this prompt bc GOOD GOD the whumperfllies >:) i hope i do it justice ahhhHHHHH

Stoic Whumpee X Confidant Supervillain

content: possessive/ creepy whumper, flogging, stoic whumpee, leader Whump, implied amputation, graphic description of torture, humiliation, stoic whumpee becomes defiant for a sec and whumper isn’t happy, beaten unconscious

Leader stood with their hands on the wall, digging their fingers into the stone, searching for any kind of support at all. The click, click, click of the whip dragging behind Supervillain echoed through the space like a countdown.

"Start," said Supervillain and Leader could practically hear their smile.

Leader felt the familiar press of exhaustion in between their ribs. "Rule one," they began, voice hoarse with use. "No speaking without permission." The words tasted like acid even as they said them. "Rule two: No looking at you directly."

Leader gripped the wall until their knuckles whitened with sheer pressure. Still, they went on, each word clipped. "Rule three: comply with every order without hesitation, rule four: never question your authority."

Supervillain snapped their whip across the floor. No matter how many rules they added, Leader was always able to spew them off, perfectly. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

"Rule six--" Leader paused to take a breath, and Supervillain jumped at the opportunity. They cracked the whip across Leader's lower back, sharp and sudden.

The pain was brilliant.

"Faster," Supervillain demanded, but the order was tinged with triumph. With smug satisfaction.

Leader's eyes widened, arching their back in a silent scream. Their knees shook and they pressed their forehead to the cool concrete in a desperate attempt to remain standing. But to anyone else, it might have looked like a defense.

"Rule six," Leader inhaled faintly and resumed, spitting out the rules in a fasfire ricochet. "Rule six: address you with the proper title. Rule seven: no escape attempts. Rule eight: no disobedience in any form--"

The next strike came before they even reached the end of the sentence. Leader gasped. They bit down hard to stifle a scream and the metallic tang of blood filled their mouth, coppery and slick.

"Don't forget that one," Supervillain said with a sneer.

Leader had to swallow twice before they could go on. Their head spun. "Rule nine," they continued, ignoring the warm blood that dripped down their chin with their voice, "accept all punishments without resistance. Rule ten: show gratitude for your mercy—"

The whip came down again, tearing through the fragile equilibrium they had managed to maintain.

It hurt. It hurt so badly and it wouldn't stop and it was everywhere and it was throbbing, throbbing. And please–please not again– 

–Pull it together–  Leader pulled it together enough to wonder why there were dark blots in the corner of their vision.

Somehow, they were still standing.

Supervillain leaned in close, their breath hot against Leader's ear. "And you're going to follow these rules, aren’t you?"

Leader turned their head, slow and deliberate, making direct eye contact with Supervillain. They almost smiled when they replied.

"No."

“You little shit.”

They were almost prepared for the slap when it came. It snapped their head forward into the wall, their temple colliding with the stone. Not enough to knock them unconscious, but enough to send splintering pain and slick blood down their face and neck. 

For a moment, they saw stars.

Leader slid down the wall, their legs giving out on them as they crumpled.

"You-- you're going to regret that," Supervillain enunciated every word with a vicious kick.

Leader curled in on themself, trying to cover their face as best they could, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Probably.

The last thing they saw was Supervillain's face, far too close for comfort as they straddled them. Dirt was embedded into Leader's back, bitter and searing.

"Tell me," Supervillain spun in and out of focus, but their voice was tinged with amusement. "What hand you like least?"

Through the haze, Leader caught sight of what exactly Supervillain was holding.

Still worth it.

[bamber344]

ok so superhero whump scenario:

Villain is Hero's favourite 'bad guy' to fight. Villain never really hurts anyone with their actions, and anything they steal is usually anonymously returned within a few days. The worst crime they've really committed is property damage. Hero is convinced they're just doing it for fun, as evidenced by Villain's very melodramatic and performatively cheesy attitude during their confrontations

Eventually, Villain disappears. Hero assumes they just decided to put down their cape and mask, though is a little saddened that they now don't have any real 'comic relief' in their day-to-day villain fighting.

A few months later, Hero is in Superhero's HQ when they come across a locked door they hadn't noticed before. Overcome with curiosity, they figure out how to get it open and take a peek inside.

Even without their iconic costume or mask, Hero would recognise Villain anywhere. Villain looks awful. Emaciated, bruised, scarred, curled up in a shivering ball in the corner of what Hero now recognises as a cell. How long has Superhero kept them here? And why? Hero doesn't know, all they do know is that this is wrong, and that their old rival needs their help, Superhero be damned.

[selfloathingpoet]

Lab partners

The mission was supposed to be easy. Just sneak into the villains base, grab the research papers, and get out. It was supposed to be simple, in and out! The Hero was just about to walk out of the lab and turn the corner when they heard a something whoosh towards them and felt a pinch in their neck.

Shit..

They pulled out the dart with a wince, looking down at it in horror.

“There you are, you little thief.” They heard Villain speak behind them. They were decked out and their lab coat as per usual, their messy hair falling past their shoulders.

“V-..Villain?..” The hero stumbled back, swaying a bit as they took them in.

“Feeling a bit dizzy, are we? Oh look, now you’re creasing the documents!”

Hero hadn’t even realized they were bracing themself on the wall, the papers getting smooshed between it and their fingers. They were completely helpless as Villain strutted over to them and snatched them out of their hands.

“Do you have any idea how much research it took to finalize these? So much trial and error..failed experiments..set backs! ” The villain rants, waving the papers in front of their face. “No, of course you don’t. Heroes like you always underestimate the importance of science. The dedication and work I’ve put into making these new discoveries! Discoveries, Hero, that could change our world as we know it!”

The villain said with a firm grip on Hero’s shoulders. Even through their daze, hero could see that intense, zealous look in their eyes Villain would always get when they talked about their work. “Hey…at least they’re passionate!” Hero would always think, they found a sort of understanding with Villain. They recognized that determination they had, Hero had it too.

But right now Hero couldn’t very much determine anything, besides from the fact that they needed to get out of there, they couldn’t past out like this! Not in front of Villain! They almost lost their balance as they attempted to stumble back from the Villain, but just as they felt their knees buckling Villain was there to swiftly catch them, holding them up by the waist.

“Woah woah woah, easy there. We wouldn’t want you falling into the chemical cabinet, now would we?”

“Nngh..” the Hero whimpered, desperately trying to pull away from Villain and keep their eyes open.

“Huh..” Villain mumbled, studying Hero’s half-conscious face. A smirk appearing on their own. “You know what, I think I know exactly what I’m going to do with you.”

Hero felt their world turn upside down as Villain hoisted them over their shoulder. The groaned in disagreement but their world was slowly fading to black. The last thing Hero felt was the coolness of the metal slab they were being placed on.

“I’ve been needing some help in the lab, and I think I know the perfect volunteer.” The Villain said almost giddily, running a knuckle over the Hero’s cheek.

“Goodnight~.. My little test subject.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Snitches Get Stitches- part 3

Part 2

Once Hero was stable again, Supervillain took a seat by their bedside.

“What happened, Hero?” they asked.

Hero gulped, casting a quick glance at Villain, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

“Um, I had a nightmare,” Hero lied.

“A nightmare?” Supervillain repeated.

“Y-yes, about who hurt me…”

Supervillain, Henchman, Medic, and Villain exchanged glances.

“Have you thought about telling me now?” Supervillain asked.

Hero nodded.

“I-it was a vigilante,” they said, trying to keep their voice even, “I don’t know their name.”

“What did they look like?” Henchman asked.

Hero froze. They hadn’t prepared for this part. Villain stared them down.

“Um, they had blond hair and a scar on their left eye,” they said slowly.

More glances between the teammates.

“Okay,” Supervillain said.

They nodded to the door, and the rest of the team filed out. Hero watched them go nervously. They looked up at Supervillain.

“Rest,” they said, taking the handcuff off of Hero’s wrist, “don’t try to leave yet.”

Supervillain closed the med bay door behind them and walked off with the rest of the team.

“So, they’re lying right?” Medic asked.

“Obviously,” Supervillain said.

“What’s the plan then?”

“To the boardroom,” Supervillain answered, “we have a lot to talk about.”

…

Everyone filed into the room where all of their schemes and plans were made.

“So far we know two things,” Supervillain said, “Hero was stabbed in the side, and they came to us for help.”

“But they aren’t letting us help them very much,” Henchman huffed.

“Who says they aren’t?” Villain asked, “how do we know they were lying at all? Have we even considered that this vigilante might be real?”

Medic gave Villain an incredulous look.

“Seriously? Hero is the worst liar ever- didn’t you see their face?”

“They’re clearly traumatized from the attack, that’s all,” Villain said.

Supervillain looked up at Villain. The pieces clicked together all too neatly in their head.

“Why did you do it?” Supervillain demanded.

Henchman and Medic gave Supervillain puzzled looks.

“Sorry?” Villain laughed.

“Why did you attack Hero?”

Villain’s gaze hardened.

“Because you’ve all gone soft for them. Too soft. They’re pathetic, they’re our enemy, and you’ve all been treating them as though they’re just a rival on the academic team!”

When no one spoke, Villain went on.

“You’re always babying them, pulling your punches, letting them have free reign over the city. And then- then! When I finally go in to get rid of them, they survive, and you pansies actually take them in instead of finishing them off!”

Villain’s quiet tone had risen to a sadistic, rageful volume. They started to laugh.

“I made it so easy for you! So easy! Yet they’re in our med bay instead of a coffin! I ought to-”

A punch to the jaw had Villain crumpling to the floor, out cold. Supervillain wiped the blood from their fist.

“Henchman, take Villain down to the containment cell,” Supervillain said, their voice an icy calm, “Medic, go to Hero. Don’t leave them alone for a second.”

Henchman and Medic nodded. Henchman hoisted Villain over their shoulder roughly, while Medic headed back to the med bay. Supervillain willed themselves to calm down. How could they have been so stupid? So blind? Their own teammate…

Former teammate, Supervillain amended.

Hero wasn’t going to have to deal with them again, Supervillain would make sure of it. They headed down to the containment cell after Henchman.

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[cepheusgalaxy]

What do we think about a magic system in which magic is very rare and only shines its light to very few people and it is prone to being handed to individuals with malice. In order to counter that, society has a safety net: Every new generation they get themselves one magic user and train them to be their hero and combat whoever uses magic to do vile deeds. As a hero though they don't have much agency. We can't risk them turning Evil themselves, can we? They can't use their powers without permission and are trained from a young age to use their powers and obey their superiors and the rules.

Anyways, whump possibilities??????

[writinglittlepains]

Speedster

content: superhero whump, restraints, lab whump, electrocution

Hero's eyes flew open.

They were in a small, cramped cell. Their hands were chained together in front of them, and connected to the wall by another chain. That was the only restraint on them, but the room was filled with more. Chains and hooks were everywhere, all along the walls and ceiling and floor. Looking outside the bars of the cell did little to help – there was nothing on the other side of the hallway.

The last thing they remembered... they were fighting Villain. It had been standard, routine, until... until...

They shook their head, feeling foggy. They had to remember what happened.

The power suppression collar. Right. Hero's hands jerked up to feel if it was still there, but they couldn't move their hands more than a few inches. They shifted their head, and sure enough they could feel the weight of it around their neck.

Fury tore through them. There was an agreement among the superpowered people of the city to never, never do such a thing to each other. It seemed that Villain had crossed that line.

"Hey!" Hero shouted, pulling at their chains. "Let me out of here!"

Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. Soon, Villain appeared in front of the cell, flanked by two guards. They had a smug grin on their face.

"Finally," they said. "I didn't think you were ever going to wake up."

"You fucking piece of shit!" Hero snapped. "Get this thing off of me and let me go!"

"Oh, don't you worry," Villain said. "The collar was just a precaution, you'll have it off in no time. But I'm afraid you're never getting out of here. You see, of all the heroes in the city, you have always been the most trouble. Super speed is quite the talent to have, and so difficult to stop. Unless, of course..."

In a flash, Villain was inside the cell. Their teleportation abilities were the only powers that had ever rivaled Hero's.

"I was content to keep going the way we had been," they admitted. "But Supervillain has other ideas."

Hero paled. "You're giving me to them?"

"Oh yes," Villain said. "In fact... I think I'll be on my way now. It'll be so much easier to get rid of all the other heroes without you around."

"No... no, Villain please-"

But Villain wasn't listening. They teleported back out of the cell and unlocked the door for the two guards. Then, in a flash, they were gone entirely.

The guards unchained Hero and each took one of their arms despite Hero's frantic protests. They dragged Hero through the hallway, past rows of cells. Most were empty, but some had bodies or skeletons rotting in chains.

Hero kicked and squirmed the whole way, but there was nothing they could do. The cells gave way to pristine halls, a cross between a lavish mansion and a secret base. It didn't surprise Hero that Supervillain operated in a place like this.

Eventually, the guards brought Hero into a room that looked like a lab. They threw them onto the hard, cold table in the middle and strapped them down, so much so that they couldn't move.

Finally, the power suppression collar was removed. Immediately, Hero could feel their speed returning to them. But, restrained, there was nothing they could do.

A different collar was snapped around Hero's neck – it was thicker, tighter. But they could still feel their powers.

"Well, well, well," came a voice. "The great Hero, in my clutches."

Supervillain peered over Hero's face, wearing the same smug expression that Villain had. Using their telekinesis, they pushed Hero's hair out of their face.

"Let me go," Hero growled. "You'll regret this."

"No, I don't think I will," Supervillain replied. "You're mine now, for the rest of your life. And how long will that life be, you might be wondering? That's simple: as soon as I figure out how your power works and how to replicate it, I'll give you the mercy of death."

"I will kill you."

Supervillain grinned, amused. With a wave of their hand, the straps holding Hero down fell away.

Hero didn't waste any time, tapping into their speed and bursting through the door and down the hallway. They'd be out in no time-

"AAH!"

Suddenly, electricity coursed through their veins, and Hero collapsed to the ground. Stopping so suddenly while speeding sent tremors through their legs, the pain of which they hadn't felt since first discovering their powers.

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Supervillain added, walking up to them. They turned Hero over with their powers, and an invisible force held them down. "If you use your powers without my explicit permission, you will be punished. If you try to defy my orders, you will be punished. If you do anything out of line, you will be punished. Am I clear?"

Hero just groaned, and Supervillain shocked them again. Their scream rang out through the hallway.

"I said am I clear, Hero?"

"Y-yes," Hero gasped. "Clear."

"Good," Supervillain said. They used their powers to levitate Hero in the air, and it was then that Hero realized that guards and even Villain were all for show. Supervillain could restrain Hero all by themself. "Let's get started."

next

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[whumpocalypse]

Whump concespt: Villain has switched sides and betrayed Supervillain. He's been working with the heroes.

Eventually something happens where the only course of action is for the heroes to offer Villain back to Supervillain. It's the only feasible trap that supervillain will fall for.

Because Supervillain knows that Villain's fear of them is too severe and they know Villain would rather die than fall into their clutches again. Villain knows what happens to traitors, because he was forced to deal with traitors himself, when he was working for Supervillain.

But Villain has healed enough to agree, and he knows this is the only way to capture and stop Supervillain.

So he agrees. The heros have soldiers who "capture villain" and pose as mercenaries to sell Villain back to Supervillain.

Leader promises. They swear. They won't let anything happen to Villain. They will capture Supervillain and they will save him.

One of the heroes comment as they watch the hand off, "Villain is a good actor." They all see Villain shaking in fear, they see him flinch at Supervillains approach, they see the tears in his eyes, drugged bound and on his knees, helpless.

"He's not acting." Leader replies solemnly. Knowing how afraid he is of Supervillain, knowing what they had asked of him, and what he had agreed to.

Smirking Supervillain saunters up to Villain, a deep chuckle rumbles in their throat, as soon as they got the message that Villain had been captured they started fantasizing about how they would punish him.

Henchman had warned Supervillain this could be a trap. But Supervillain had brushed them off. Confident that Villain would never agree to such a thing. Henchman stood behind Supervillain, surveying the scene, looking for signs of a trap. But they were also excited to give Villain what he deserved. To punish him, to break him.

And we all know, it doesn't go as planned. 😈😏

[practically-an-x-man]

Fifty Superhero-Inspired Whump Prompts

Couldn't find a lot of whump prompts I liked, so I decided to compile a few of my own! Here's a jumbo list of prompts for superheroes and enhanced characters:

Powers Stripped Away (permanent)

Powers Blocked/Forgotten (temporary)

Powers Enhanced/Too Much Power

Powers Out of Whack

New and Unwanted Powers

No Longer Human

Healing Incorrectly/Healing Around Embedded Object

Allowed to Heal... Just Enough to Survive

Loss of Healing Factor (first time healing at a normal pace)

Anesthesia/Painkillers Burned Off Too Quickly

Awake Through Surgery

Forced to Watch Loved Ones/Sidekicks Injured

Confronted with their Weakness/Kryptonite

Betraying their No-Kill Rule

Put Under Hypnosis/Mind Control

Coming Out of Hypnosis/Consequences of Hypnotized Actions

Telepathic Torture (it's all in their head)

Forced to Relive Trauma/Memories/Nightmares

Forced to Defeat/Kill a Former Ally

Downfall into a Supervillain

Chronic Pain from a Lifetime of Hero Work

Deemed a Villain/Public Scrutiny

Wrong Choice, Right Reason

Trolley Problem (risk a loved one to save civilians)

Dangerous Powers/Forced to Isolate

Alter-Ego Friend is Super-Ego Villain

Superpowered Sleep Deprivation

Starved Until Their Powers Shut Down

Made Into A Lab Rat

Identity Stripped Away/Living Weapon

Loss Of Limb/Eye/Something That Won't Regenerate

Enduring Extreme Temperatures

Physically Unable to Die

Supersuit Melts into their Skin

Child Mistakes Them for a Monster

High-Tech Imprisonment

Alien Disease/Parasite

Unwanted Tech/Cybernetic Enhancement

Adapt or Die/Powers Emerge

Grieving their Normal Life

Outliving Friends/Loved Ones

Accidentally Hurting a Teammate/Innocent

Died and Revived

Working for the Enemy/Undercover/Forced to Defy Moral Code

Foresight/Too Predictable/Can't Get Ahead

Trying to Escape Superhero Life/Tracked Down

Emotions Manipulated

Injected with Paralytic

Dazed, Drugged, or Concussed

Fighting Until They Tear Themselves Apart

[chaotic-orphan]

Vendetta (IX)

Read part one here // Continued from this part here

*~*~*~*~*

Hero ducked under outstretched arms. Feigned left, lunged right. A flash of colour to their left, then heat. Hero sidestepped the tendrils of fire that shot out from the villain’s hands. They weren’t quick enough. The flames caught Hero’s shoulder and they faltered with a cry, their hand going to the burns, but they grit their teeth and kept moving forward, charging Fire Villain.

Hero grabbed Fire Villain’s wrist in a death grip, nullifying their ability. Their hand chopped through the air going for the throat. Fire villain gasped, doubled over, struggling back a step, clicking their fingers for flames that wouldn’t ignite. Hero yanked them closer by the wrist and crunched their elbow into Fire villain’s nose, eliciting a shriek of pain. Hero finally let go, sweeping fire villain’s legs from under them. Stomping on their ankle as they fell, then their face and bolted again.

Ahead of them shouts of encouragement only harshened the headache pounding in Hero’s ears, pushing themselves faster. Their shoulder burned as the wind caught it, but Hero kept pushing forward, gritting their teeth against the pain. They had to get to Superhero. They had to stop Supervillain.

They had to stop the war right here, right now.

Hero barrelled through the crowd of villains, undetected by the group whose attention was fixed on Superhero and Supervillain in the centre.

Superhero’s eyes widened when they met Hero’s. Supervillain took the opportunity to dash forward, swinging Hero’s sword down in an arc. Superhero barely had enough time to cross his arms in an X shape over their head, catching the blade on their vambrace. Supervillain tossed his lazy gaze over his shoulder, keeping the pressure on Superhero’s arms with ease, icy eyes landing on Hero.

A horrible grin stretched across his face as Hero pushed into the circle with the pair. “Ah, Hero. Come to enjoy the show? Out of your cuffs and everything. Naughty, naughty. Superhero… you should’ve raised them with better manners.”

Superhero threw their arms up while Supervillain was distracted, pushing the sword away and sidestepping the edge. He lunged on the inside of the blade, batting it away with his forearm and kicking Supervillain back to the edge of the tight circle of villains. Hands reached out to keep Supervillain up, ensuring he didn’t fall.

“Hero,” Superhero said, a muscle in his jaw tightening as Hero stepped towards Supervillain. Supervillain backed up to keep both Hero and Superhero in his vision, swinging the sword in his hand.

Hero narrowed their eyes into a burning glare, catching their breath from running through the battlefield that stank of blood and shit. The group somehow smelled worse, pungent heat mixing with sweat.

Hero’s mouth was dry from running, but they pushed through everything in their body that was telling them to stop. To lie down and go home. That told them this was too hard, they should give up now. You’ve done enough now, Vigilante is gone. Give up fighting, nobody will think less of you.

“That’s my sword,” Hero told Supervillain, ignoring the intrusive thoughts screaming in their head. They put their hand out, palm up. “I’d like it back now.”

Supervillain tsked. “Hero… it’s kind of concerning that you want my attention so badly. Clearly Superhero’s opinion of you has gone to your head. You’re not everyone’s sweetheart.”

A pop behind Hero and something was shoved into their hands. Another pop and Hero glanced down to see their sheath with their secondary sword. Hero wanted to close their eyes and pray, thank the Gods for Teleport, but instead they drew their sword, dropping their scabbard to the ground. Wiping their sweaty palms on their trousers, Hero tightened their fingers around the hilt to get a better grip.

Supervillain smirked at the pair of heroes ahead of him.

“Two on one is a little unfair, wouldn’t you say, lads?” A cheer around them. Hero and Superhero retreated, back to back on instinct, looking warily around them.

Hero saw a flash of Supervillain’s toothy grin as he stabbed Hero’s sword into the dirt, leaning his weight on top of it like it was a cane and crossing his legs. Entirely too casual, his voice dipped, darkening as he said: “How about we even the odds?”

Another cry and the swarm of Villains descended like a plague of locusts upon them. Hero kicked out at the first Villain that ran at them, leaning on Superhero’s back to get more force behind it. The next one lunged while someone pulled at Hero’s shirt, trying to yank them to the right and away from Superhero.

Hero jutted their arm up sharply, deflecting a blow with the flat of their blade, but they were too slow. A fist crunched into Hero’s face from the left and they stumbled and then there were hands on them. Hero kicked out, thrashing and raging against the hands holding them. They were sharply pulled to the left, the hands on them unrelenting, but Hero kicked out at the Villain trying to body check them on the right.

A villain sprung up in front of them and Hero barely dodged the knife going for their eye. Hero punched them in the solar plexus and the Villain folded, but they didn’t get to fall.

Blood splattered across Hero’s face, and they flinched and froze for a split second, stumbling back into the hands of villains. The taste of iron infested their mouth, heightening the stench of blood and metal that surrounded them. The villain that they just punched— their head was ripped open and their deadweight fell on top of Hero. Hero fought back a retch, struggling to push the body off them.

Two bright yellow eyes the colour of pus gleamed down at Hero, a wicked grin on a pretty face and they were speaking but Hero couldn’t hear them over the cacophony of sound that assaulted their senses. Her face was covered in blood too, blood that she licked from her fingers, as if it was sauce leftover from chicken wings.

Hero threw their arms up in defence, not hearing anything over the pounding of their thundering heart.

The girl stumbled forward, her mouth falling open, frozen in shock. Hero only distantly realised the hand that was through her chest, roughly pulling out after the girl fell like a rag-doll to the ground, motionless. The look of surprise etched into her face forever.

Superhero was in front of them then, grabbing Hero and yanking them up, their hand like a vice around Hero’s arm. Hero flinched when their eyes met Superhero’s. There was a horrible sense of urgency in them that Hero couldn’t feel, their body felt numb. Did they have pieces of that Villain’s face on their—

“Hero! Hero! Snap out of it!” Superhero cried, but Hero’s eyes drifted down to Superhero’s hand, slick with blood. Superhero moved like a blur around them. One Villain stepped towards the pair and Superhero whirled, both hands finding the villain’s head. A swift movement and the villain’s neck snapped and they fell.

“Hero!” Superhero screamed, glancing behind him at the still comatose Hero who was just standing there. Another Villain went to attack Hero, but Superhero got there first, breaking the Villain’s arm, then ripping it from the socket. The Villain screamed as Superhero smashed their foot against the Villain’s knee, crippling them and shoving them away.

Hero blinked at Superhero, recognition flashing in their eyes. “Hero- we have to—”

A crackle of electricity behind Superhero and Hero’s body moved before their mind realised it. They shoved Superhero out of the way and lunged forward, grabbing the electric villain’s arm, and nullifying their ability before they surged their sword arm forward and up, under the Villain’s armour. Their sword poked out of the villain’s mouth, who stared at Hero with a horrible knowing they were about to die on their face. Don’t think about it, Hero told themselves. Keep moving. Don’t think. Keep moving. Blood splattered across their face as Hero pulled their sword out, kicking the corpse back into another group of villains.

And more were coming.

It seemed like every Villain they cut down, four more took their place, and the circle was getting smaller and smaller and Hero could barely catch their breath between the bodies.

Don’t think. Keep moving.

Slice. Block. Superhero’s fist cracked and crunched into Villains behind Hero, but they kept fighting.

Kick. Punch. Another haunted expression. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.

They had to win.

Another death at Hero’s hands. Keep moving.

They had to stop Supervillain here.

Another body fell and three more Villains surged forward with cries of bloodlust. Hero cut them down like weeds. Don’t think.

They had to end the war. End all the fighting, all the dying.

Just stop, Hero. Give up, nobody would think less of you. The thought made Hero pause in their movements. A mistake, they realised too late.

A hand clamped down on Hero’s hair and they were dragged back. Hero let out a startled cry, losing their footing as they were yanked back. Hero swung their sword at the Villains coming towards them.

“Hero!” Superhero cried from somewhere in the masses. Hero adjusted their grip on the sword until the blade was aimed behind them, grabbing the hilt with both hands they drove it backwards and up. A sudden, piercing scream and Hero jerked forwards, their hair still heavy.

Hero whirled. A villain was standing clutching a bleeding stump and screaming. Hero shook, their entire body trembling as they reached for their hair and found the hand still bunched in their hair. Hero ripped it off, the smell of piss and sweat overwhelming them as fell back, the ground growing slippy. Tears sprung to their eyes, but Hero had to get up. They had to get up or they’d die.

Hero dug their sword into the ground and pulled themself up with an effort. It felt as if all of Hero’s energy was zapped from them as they got to shaking feet.

They barely had the chance to catch their breath before a villain was rushing them. Hero didn’t think, they lifted their sword and let the Villain impale themselves. The Villain didn’t die immediately, and horrifically Hero’s sword got caught between the Villain’s ribs when Hero tried to yank it out. Hero planted a foot on the Villain’s pelvis, yanking on the sword but it didn’t budge an inch. Instead, Hero kicked them back into the masses of bodies, unarmed.

Shit they should really find—

“HERO!”

Superhero… Hero turned to Superhero’s voice. Their mind a fog. It felt as if their eyes were too slow to catch up with their surroundings that seemed to zoom past them. A sudden pit opened up in their stomach, their mind screaming DANGER! But Hero was turning towards Superhero, exhaustion pulling at their muscles. Tiredness pulling at their eyes.

Chocolate brown curls fell over a pair of cool, cold eyes that flashed with malice. Hero barely had time to process before something hard slammed against their jaw. Hero’s head whipped to the side and was righted by a cold hand, before it hit them again in the same place.

The world spun around them as Hero spluttered out a gasp, raising their knee to try and dislodge Villain from them. Villain smiled a cold smile. A flash of metal and the breath was taken from Hero who folded around the object, their legs giving up on them.

“Shh, Hero,” Villain cooed, running their hand through Hero’s matted hair. “It’s okay. You fought well, Vigilante would be proud.”

“HERO!”

Hero let out a loud cry, spitting blood, thrusting their elbow up towards Villain. Their strike went wide, Villain parrying with his gun and hit Hero over the head again. Hero would have fallen if Villain wasn’t holding them up, they realised, with how heavy they were leaning on Villain’s arm. They wanted to throw up, they wanted to sleep.

They needed to end this war.

A cold mocking voice piped up from the back of their head: you’re going to end this war? With what?! With who! The war won’t be finished by some half-conscious, possibly concussed, disarmed mess that needs someone else to hold them up!

Hero winced. The voice was so loud, their shouts echoing around Hero’s dumb head like a cavern.

A thick, cold shadow crawled from Villain’s fingertips around Hero’s neck like a collar and leash, choking them. Hero gasped, hands flying to their throat to try and dispel the shadow but nothing. Villain yanked their hands down, tying them in front of Hero with his whip and yanked Hero forward again.

Hero followed because they couldn’t not, they didn’t have the energy to pull against Villain, their legs shaking as Villain paraded them through the crowd of villains. The heat from the bodies squeezing Hero on all sides threatened to knock them out from pure exhaustion and lack of air. Everything was too much, it was all too much.

The air smelled of smoke and vomit, and iron. Hero gasped on no air, struggling to breathe with the little leeway that Villain granted on Hero’s neck pulling tighter the more Hero resisted. They weren’t trying to resist they just couldn’t… their body didn’t want to move anymore, they could barely fucking see straight. Everything was reduced to whirling colours, a deafening ringing sounded between Hero’s ears, blocking out all other sounds. Or could everyone hear that?

When they finally emerged into the middle of the significantly thinned circle of villains, Hero’s eyes went to Superhero who was fighting Crow. Hero yanked against the whip in Villain’s hands. They had to get free. They had to help Superhero…

Villain only pulled the whip sharp in reply and Hero was yanked forwards. Their feet couldn’t gain purchase fast enough on the wet ground and they slipped, hands out to catch themselves. Villain yanked on the whip at the last second and Hero’s plunged face-first into the blood-stained mud. They shot up immediately, spewing and sputtering out the taste in their mouth.

Hero’s eyes shot to Superhero who was covered in blood, his hands stained to his shoulders with the dried, flaked crimson and fresh blood dripped from his fingertips. Someone kicked Superhero in the back of the knee and Superhero fell to his knees.

“No…” Hero mumbled, their tongue fat in their mouth. They army crawled forward. “Superhero… no… get up.”

Villain grabbed Hero by the hair and yanked their head up so they could get a better view of their fallen leader. Supervillain stepped in front of Superhero, Hero’s sword coated in blood already. For a single, heart breaking moment, Superhero’s kind eyes met Hero’s. Something sad pulled at the edges of his smile.

Hero mirrored the frown, needing their brain to process what it meant. What was happening? What were they looking at?!

Hero struggled against Villain’s hold, more out of instinct than anything else, but they didn’t get anywhere. They stiffened when the gun pressed against their temple.

“Here is the great Superhero,” Supervillain yelled. “A symbol of the old world order. A symbol of powered individuals forced to live in hiding. Told that we’re freaks, and dangers to society!”

Supervillain turned in a circle, looking every member of his captive audience in the eye. “Well I say no more.”

There was a chorus of cheers.

“I say NO MORE!” He screamed, and the cheer turned to screams and riotous applause. It exasperated the thundering headache that threatened to burst Hero’s skull. They slumped against the gun at their temple, but quickly perked up with a hiss when Villain yanked on their hair again.

Supervillain smirked at Hero, on their knees, shaking their head. “Supervillain… please… don’t… don’t do this.”

“I’m so glad you’re here to witness this, Hero,” Supervillain told them. Hero felt bile rise in their throat at the elation in his voice. “Let it serve as a reminder of what happens to those that oppose me.”

The ringing got louder as Hero’s desperate eyes went to Superhero’s. Superhero still smiling sadly at them. Hero lurched forward with a cry of protest as Supervillain turned.

“It’s okay, Hero,” Superhero said. “Everything will be—”

The sword plunged under Superhero’s armour. Hero watched as blood gurgled up and over his lips, a small trickle at first. Then, a waterfall. Supervillain twisted the sword before yanking it out, scraping against bone and wet flesh. In the distance someone was screaming.

Hero blinked at the scene, flinching when some of the blood from Supervillain’s blade flicked back onto them. Superhero… that was… that was Superhero’s blood. Hero didn’t lower their gaze from Superhero’s face. At one point Superhero fell forward. One of the Villains behind Superhero grabbed him and pulled him up so Supervillain could plunge the sword in again.

This time it ripped. Villains still cheered, someone was still screaming. Hero couldn’t take their eyes off Superhero’s face, the same sad smile echoing back at Hero.

Frozen. This was how Superhero’s face would remain forever. Like all the Villains that Hero killed today. This was how his face would stay. A sad, knowing smile on his face. Nothing shocked or terrified, Superhero greeted death with a smile on his face. A smile that was to reassure Hero, to make Hero feel better.

A smile that said: it’s okay. I know. We tried our best and we failed, and it’s okay.

That wasn’t how Superhero was supposed to greet death.

Not… not making an expression to comfort Hero.

That can’t be how Superhero dies.

It seemed as if the entire world rushed by Hero’s ears, bringing them back to the present with a renewed laser focus.

That can’t be how Superhero dies!

Hero sucked in a breath as the sword squelched out of Superhero. Someone said something, Supervillain gestured. He pulled out a dagger and sliced an arc down Superhero’s face. Hero struggled in Villain’s hold, roaring:

“GET OFF HIM!” Hero screamed, surging forwards but they were wrenched back, their voice going hoarse as they struggled in vain against Villain’s hold. “DON’T TOUCH HIM! STOP! STOP!”

Something hard hit the back of Hero’s head and they jolted forwards, collapsing onto their elbows, crying into the dirt. Twin streams of spit, snot and tears fell onto the ground under Hero’s head and they squeezed their eyes shut, not wanting to see it anymore. See Supervillain cutting Superhero’s body because… because Superhero… Superhero didn’t lose.

Superhero didn’t die with a smile.

Superhero never lost. Superhero may have cut it close every once in a while but he always walked away from a fight. Superhero wasn’t—

A sharp tug in their hair and Hero was yanked to their knees again, then to their feet. Hero threw their elbow back, catching something but what they didn’t care as they bolted towards Superhero.

They fell to their knees beside his body, their hands reaching to Superhero’s pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

Hero turned wet eyes to Supervillain, pleading. A black figure from the corner of their eye advanced on them, but Supervillain held a hand up, stopping them.

“Plea— p-p-please,” Hero whispered, sniffing, their voice hoarse and quiet, but Supervillain heard. He tilted his head, eyes drinking in Hero’s broken state. “Please… don’t kill him, please… please. I’m— i’m begging you, Supervillain. I’ll do ah-anything.”

Superhero can’t die with a comforting smile on his face. That wasn’t his death, that can’t be his death. Always looking out for someone other than his stupid fucking self! Superhero deserved to be selfish in death! At least in death!

Supervillain leaned back, pursing his lips as if he was chewing Hero’s words, tasting them, trying to find some flavour within them to his liking. He leaned forward, cupping Hero’s cheek in his hand and thumbing away the trails of tears and dirt and blood.

Hero shook in his hold but didn’t dare pull away. “Would you show me the same consideration?”

Hero blinked, sniffing. “What?”

Supervillain’s expression wasn’t mocking or cruel, he looked genuine. Patient, even. “If the roles were reversed, Hero. If Superhero had won and I was on the ground, dying, would you let Superhero kill me here? In the dirt?”

Hero’s breath hitched, their eyes drifting to Superhero’s face, his lips stained bright red with blood. Unnatural. Superhero’s lips were never bright red. Supervillain gently tilted Hero’s head back to him.

“Would you?” He asked, voice soft.

Hero’s bottom lip quivered. “I- I don’t think an-anyone should d-die like this.”

Supervillain smiled. It was kind, without malice. Hero swallowed the lump in their throat. Not daring to let themself hope but- but what if?

“So what would you do, Hero? Take me prisoner? Have a trial for my crimes?”

Hero shivered. “Yes.”

Supervillain paused. Hero held their breath as Supervillain pulled away and got to his feet with a grunt. He surprised Hero by walking over to them and helping Hero to their feet too, gentle movements all the while. Not too fast, trying not to spook the trembling Hero. Hero protested leaving Superhero’s side by Supervillain shushed them.

“It’s okay, Hero,” Supervillain coaxed, whispering sweet nothings into Hero’s matted hair. “There we go. Villain?”

Two more hands grabbed Hero’s shoulders. “Be gentle with them,” Supervillain told Villain as he pulled away.

Hero grabbed Supervillain’s arm before he could. Burning eyes met ice cold glaciers that smiled warmly at Hero. “You’re- you’re not going to k-kill him?”

“No, Hero. I won’t kill him.” Supervillain said softly and Hero’s legs went from under them in relief. Villain held them up while Hero cried, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Supervillain spread his arms out, bending down to scoop Hero’s sword from the dirt. Villain held Hero loosely to the side, their eyes never leaving Superhero’s body.

“My friends!” Supervillain boomed, his voice carrying over the battleground. “We’ve won!”

The field erupted into applause and cheers, villains roaring their triumph and chanting Supervillain’s name.

“Hero has begged me to spare Superhero’s life,” Supervillain bellowed with a grin, turning to face Hero again and winking. Hero flinched at the chorus of boo’s and mocking aww’s, jarring and vicious. “So I will not kill Superhero.”

Hero risked a baffled smile, though it probably looked pathetic. Maybe Supervillain was telling the truth. Maybe he did want to stop this endless violence between heroes and villains. Hero’s eyes got their determination back and they nodded at Supervillain, who returned the gesture with a smile of his own.

His arms still spread to his rowdy crowd, Supervillain’s icy eyes turned sharp, cunning twisting the side of his lips up and when he looked at Hero again there was something off about the picture. Something that told Hero there was something wrong. What were they missing?

What were they missing?

Grieves walked from the crowd that parted for him, walking up behind Supervillain. He plucked the sword from Supervillain’s hands who never took his eyes off of Hero. Grieves didn’t break his stride as he turned Hero’s sword upside down, walking towards Superhero on the ground.

Hero’s eyes widened too late, their face pulled from peace to horror in the space of a second. They lunged forward while Grieves slammed the blade of Hero’s sword through Superhero’s armour and into his heart.

Arms locked around Hero as they sprung for Supervillain, an animalistic shriek pulled from deep within their bones. “YOU FUCKING MONSTER! YOU BASTARD! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T—” Hero screamed over the cries of victory and celebration.

Supervillain walked around Grieves to Hero who was practically foaming at the mouth, blood-stained-spittle flying as they screamed. “YOU’RE A LIAR! YOU’RE A LIAR!”

Supervillain pinched Hero’s chin jutting Hero’s attention towards him. His arctic gaze freezing Hero solid. “I didn’t lie, Hero. I held up my end of our bargain. I said I wouldn’t kill him. And I didn’t,” Supervillain said very matter-of-factly, as if he were speaking to a child throwing a tantrum. Though his wide smile betrayed his joy and malicious intentions. “Grieves killed him.”

“You fucking MONSTER! I’ll kill you!” Hero vowed, their promise coming out guttural, voice hoarse with grief and despair; broken. “I’ll—”

“Promises, promises,” Supervillain said, dropping Hero’s chin. “Superhero had to die, but that was only half of the main event, dear Hero. Now to the good part.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Continued here

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[fleur-a-whump]

just had my brain chemistry changed a little by the idea that most superhero whump prompts and ideas could be crossed over with fantasy vibes, substitute hero's leagues with adventurer's guilds, superpowers with spells and anger issues, voila you've got dungeons and dragons flavored whump, which is just so scrumptious.

[womenwhump]

Batgirl (2000) #8

[whump-in-the-closet]

OH MY GOD THE DRABBLE WITH VILLAIN HOLDING VIGILANTE HOSTAGE TO MAKE HERO WORK FOR THEM????? THAT WAS SO GOOD AHHHHHH

I humbly request a continuation, oh great one 🧎‍♀️(only if you want to, ofc)

Your request is my command my friend <2

part 1

content: female whumpee, gunshot, reluctant whumper/villain, bound and gagged, manhandling, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees, fucked up sibling dynamics, implied torture and abuse, forced to watch, hostage situation

Hero's hands shook as she clicked together the last two pieces of Villain's weapon.

She stared at it, unwilling to take her hands off the instrument, fully aware of Villain standing over the unconscious Vigilante behind her.

"Done yet?"

Hero tensed, noticing as if for the first time, the blue glow of the muzzle and the weird tingling it sent up her arms the longer she held it. She felt off-- lethargic, her vision dimming and slipping in and out of focus.

Villain had approached her from behind and now leaned on the desk, putting a gloved hand on the weapon. I knew you’d come around,” he said, his voice a velvet purr. “You're always so predictable, Hero. Always willing to bleed for someone else.”

Hero's grip tightened, eyes narrowing. She noticed three things at once- three small details- the small spots of blood on Villain's gloves, the soft descent of a cloud of dust motes between them, and Villian's stinging smile of triumph.

"That's a suppressor?" It came out as a question, hesitant, suddenly unsure of how exactly this would end.

Before Villain could respond, Vigilante stirred. They tilted their head groggily, blinking until everything came into focus. They froze when they made eye contact with Hero. They screamed into the duct tape gag, the sound muffled but the message clear. Run!

Villain glanced back, looking from Vigilante to Hero. His demeanor shifted. He yanked the weapon out of her hands and raised it with practiced ease. "No shit, Sherlock." Gone was the evil mastermind with everything planned ahead. A flicker of genuine annoyance flashed in his eyes. He wanted to end this. Now.

Fuck.

Hero slowly stood up, hands raised. "Villain, take it easy now." Her gaze remained locked on that glowing gun, its shine reflecting in her eyes. "Let's not rush into anything--"

"Don't tell me what to do," snapped Villain. With the gun, he gestured to the floor. "Kneel. And keep your hands where I can see them"

Hero's stomach dropped. Every second felt like an eternity, her mind racing. Finally, she lowered herself to the floor, her movements deliberate and slow, hands still raised. "Villain," she tried again, her voice tight with desperation. "Let Vigilante go. They’ve got nothing to do with this."

Please.

Villain snorted, his finger hesitating over the trigger. He looked at the hyperventilating Vigilante and shrugged. "Why? I have both of you now."

Hero lunged to her feet and Villain fired, the blast hitting her in the shoulder and knocking her backward. Pain exploded through her entire frame, but she clenched her jaw through a scream and reached for—

A second shot rang out, slamming her to the floor. The entire building shook, sending pieces of debris raining down.

"Good boy," said a new voice from the shadows, cold and dripping with control.

Villain tensed as if snapped to attention. He faltered. "I didn't know you were coming."

Supervillain toed Vigilante. "Oh, but I like to show up when things get...interesting."

Vigilante choked into the gag, glaring up at Supervillain. They were spewing the worst of curses into that duct tape.

Supervillain didn't like the defiance, and with a sharp kick to Vigilante's mouth, silenced it. Blood bloomed across the silver tape as Vigilante curled into themself, trembling.

"That's better," said Supervillain with a thin smile, as if dealing with a minor inconvenience.

Villain ignored the display, focused on snapping cuffs over Hero's wrists and ankles. "I'll take this one back to the base."

"And Vigilante?"

"I was thinking of leaving them for the authorities to find. Give them something to do instead of handing out speeding tickets"

Supervillain shook their head with a condescending sigh. "Have I taught you nothing? If you want to hurt Hero, you're going to have to hurt Vigilante. Take them back."

"But--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah they're family. Get over it, and act like you want to be a part of this."

Villain glanced, for one last time, at Vigilante's crumpled form. Something flickered in his eyes—guilt, maybe—but it disappeared just as quickly. He straightened, jaw tight. "Sure thing."

[selfloathingpoet]

No good deed goes unpunished.

Smoke filled the Hero’s lungs as they stumbled forward, legs moving shakily under them. The only thing that reassured them that they were still alive was the pounding beat in their chest and the blood seeping through the fingers. There was fire, everywhere, for as far as they could see. They flinched as they heard something smash to the ground, snapping them out of the shock. The city, their city, the one they had worked their entire life to protect was now crumbling underneath their feet. They looked around briskly, trying to see if they could find any face they would recognize, Superhero, Sidekick, Other Hero, someone! They fell to their knees, crying out in pain as the held their hand up to their face. All they saw was red. They could see fire reflected back to them in their own blood. It was all around them now, in their lungs, in their eyes, in their hair, their curls now frizzed out and blowing around them, tickling their face and waving around like a flag of surrender. They could feel it in their heart to, that burning voice telling them to “keep fighting!” or “get up!”

As they knelt next to the steps of the now burning town hall, they wished again that someone, anyone would come and help them. Come and save them so that for once could finally get just a moment to rest. Their prayers were soon answered in the most paradoxical way possible because when they looked up again they saw none other than Villain themself.

“Well well well…look at what we have here.” The villain drawled, their voice calm despite all of the chaos around them. But, the Villain thrived in chaos, the Hero supposed. Why shouldn’t they feel anything but serene in this tumultuous climate?

The hero tried to speak, but all it did was send them into a coughing fit. They pushed themself up onto their feet, catching their balance.

“St-stay away from me..”. The Hero choked out, sounding less like an order and more like a plea.

The villain winched, a false look of pity etching their face. “That’s quite the scratch you’ve got there.”

Hero gripped their side tighter, sneering up at their arch enemy “Why are you doing this, Villain?”

“Oh well you know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.” Villain smirked as they made their way down the steps, careful to not slip on the Hero’s own blood. “And besides, wouldn’t want to miss that look on your face for the world..”

“No that’s not..you can’t just do this Villain.”

“Oh?” The Villains eyebrow raised “I cant?”

“You… Please Villain, don’t do this.” The Hero breathed out the words. They’d hardly ever begged for anything in their life. They knew it wouldn’t get them far, especially with the Villain. But..what else could they say?

“Oh! This is my favorite part!” The Villain laughed, clapping their hands together gleefully. “What will you beg me for, Hero? To spare your life? No…you’re much too selfless for that. Perhaps the lives of your team? The lives of the “innocent civilians” you’ve fought so hard to protect?” The Villain was mocking them, that much was clear. Although they couldn’t really tell with the ringing in their ears and their vision starting to fade. What would happen if they just…

“Please Villain, stop this! I’ll…I’ll do anything..Just please, leave them alone..” The Hero trailed off, their knees were now on the ground again, aswell as their hands. They were bracing themself, why was the world spinning so fast?

The Villain clicked their tongue, shaking their head. “Always the Heroics with you, Hero.” The Hero could feel a hand, gently petting their hair. “But, since you’ve asked so nicely..”

The next thing the Hero knew there was a hand under their knees and a hand on their back. They were being hoisted up right into the villains arms.

“It seems that you’re coming with me, dear Hero.”

And that was the last thing Hero knew before everything faded to black.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Putting Out Fires

“I got this, I got this,” Hero whispered to themselves, wiping the blood from their mouth.

Villain grinned, readying another flaming, throwing knife. The fire around the pair burned ever hotter.

“I love your confidence,” Villain said.

Hero was already unsteady on their feet, the fight had been going on for too long. But Villain, Villain seemed to just be getting more energized. The first knife, Hero dodged, the second only grazed their shoulder. The ice shards Hero threw back were poorly aimed and didn’t go very far.

The third flaming knife got them in the leg. Hero couldn’t stop the cry that escaped them. Their flesh bubbled up around the wound with a terrible hissing noise.

“Poor little icicle, you didn’t want to melt today, did you?” Villain taunted.

Hero glared, gritting their teeth. Villain stalked closer. Then, without warning, they charged. They gripped Hero by the throat with a white-hot hand and jammed the fourth knife into their side. Hero wheezed, the scream strangled in their throat.

Villain dropped them unceremoniously to the ground. They kicked them twice in the ribs, eliciting weak cries from them. Villain crouched down; they yanked the other knife out of Hero’s leg, relishing in their scream. They then trailed the blade down their jawline.

“I could kill you now,” Villain said, “but I think it’s more fun to draw this out. Let you go slowly.”

Hero stared up with glassy, wide eyes, their breathing hard.

Villain summoned a ball of fire in their hand.

“Are you afraid, Hero?” they asked, “tell the truth now.”

White spray engulfed Villain out of nowhere, dousing out their flames. In the sudden chaos, Hero looked up to see someone clang a fire extinguisher over Villain’s head. Villain dropped to the ground, out cold. Civilian stood over them, panting. They threw the bloodied fire extinguisher to the side, then rushed over to Hero, whose vision was starting to blur.

“Hey, hey,” Civilian said, “Hero, eyes on me, eyes on me.”

“What’re you doing here…” Hero mumbled, “you could’ve been hurt…”

“Not any worse than you I’d expect,” Civilian said, “we have to go, they won’t be out for long.”

Hero nodded. In their efforts to stand they ended up collapsing back to the ground. Their wounds leaked deep crimson through their suit.

“S-sorry,” Hero said.

Civilian didn’t hesitate. They hoisted Hero up into a bridal carry and ran from the site.

“You gotta stay awake, you hear me?” Civilian asked.

Hero didn’t hear them. They drifted off to the sound of Cvilian’s panicked shouts and the fires blazing around them.

…

Hero woke up to a searing pain in their side. They yelped, but they couldn’t will their eyes to open.

“Sorry, sorry!” a familiar voice echoed.

Despite the apology, the pain didn’t stop. Their side and their leg burned white-hot, and Hero’s own heavy, labored breathing brought them further into wakefulness. They wished it hadn’t.

Hero finally managed to force their eyes open; they stared up at a warm, yellow light fixed to a popcorn ceiling. They turned their head to the side, seeing dining chairs pushed in under the bloodied table. On the other side, Hero saw Civilian pulling stitches closed.

“Hey…” Hero mumbled, wincing as Civilian worked.

Civilian looked up at them for a moment, and Hero caught a faint glimmer of fear in their eyes.

“Hello,” Civilian said.

“Where…?”

It was difficult for Hero to get any words out. Their throat had nasty burns that made their voice rasp.

“My house,” Civilian said.

“Oh.”

Civilian put in the last stitch in Hero’s side, then moved down to their leg.

“I panicked,” Civilian admitted, “I should’ve called an ambulance, but my house is much closer than the hospital, and with all the destruction on the roads, there’s no way they would’ve gotten you there in time, and I was scared, I wasn’t really thinking- before I knew it we were here.”

Civilian rambled on, and though Hero tried to listen, they were only catching every other word. They blinked, and before they knew it, they were being tucked into Civilian’s bed.

“What the…”

“Rest,” Civilian said, “they won’t find you here.”

“I have to… stop…”

“Not like this, not in your condition,” Civilian said firmly.

Hero was fighting to keep their eyes open.

“They’ll destroy-”

“I don’t care, Hero!” Civilian snapped, “I don’t! I’d rather you survive than have you die trying to save everyone!”

Civilian produced something Hero couldn’t see. Without warning, a glass was being held to their lips. Without thinking, they drank, letting the strangely sweet water run down their throat.

“Rest. It’s not a suggestion.”

Hero wanted to argue, they wanted to get up and make a run for it, but the medicine was sucking them under fast. They blinked once, twice, and then they were out.

…

Civilian sighed, running their thumb across Hero’s knuckles. They couldn’t lose them, not for anything. The blaze outside continued to spread, as though searching for someone to devour. Villain wouldn’t stop until Hero was dead. Well, two could play at that game. Civilian opened a drawer, pulling out a gun and loading it. They stood, taking one last look at Hero before heading out to face the fire.

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[lovelizards]

had a crazy dream while i was sick napping, about a superhero lady called 'The Songbird' who can control her surroundings and other people using songs, but she's never quite sure what a song will do until she's sung it.

my dream gave me the most amazing scenario. she snuck into a fancy hotel while singing the pink panther theme song to be stealthy and inconspicuous, and pretended to be a call girl for a wealthy asshole who almost kills her until she sings 'stop, in the name of love' to save herself from getting stabbed in the neck.

most of the rest is a little fuzzy, but there was definitely a scene where she's with a handsome friend, and he puts an arm around her, touching a secret wound that she flinches away from - which makes him worried and surprised.

and there was also a scene where she puts an enemy to sleep with 'dream a little dream of me'

i will definitely be writing this in the future, it has so much whump potential