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whumpee getting woozy in caretakers arms, muttering something like 'just give me a second,' trying to steady themselves, and then their knees go out from underneath them without warning ❤

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Whumpees whose bodies jerk and flinch just a little under the initial, comforting touch before allowing the second one that is my SHIT right there

Oh yes, that’s the good stuff! 

When they’re so used to every touch bringing pain that they subconsciously flinch from any hands coming closer, only to realise that the touch is actually from the gentle hands of a loved one. 

I especially love it when they’re just getting rescued and they’re blindfolded and out of it and they flinch away from their rescuer, and maybe beg them not to hurt them because they’re so convinced that it’s someone who’s come to hurt them, and their loved ones are heartbroken to see them like that. 

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Whump prompt:

You are captured and sacrificed to summon a demon. What the summoner didn't know was that by using your blood, the demon was bound to you rather than them. When the demon appears, it breaks your bonds and you escape with it....

Only to realize that it's in even worse shape than you are. The summoning pulled it away from its own torment (by angels or humans, writer's choice).

Now the two of you are on the run from both of your tormentors, and neither of you knows exactly how the summoning affected you.

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With some inspiration from @whumpwillow's Demon's Haven and @whump-tr0pes's Lux In Tenebris

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tw for some spooky animals

Sci-fi whump this, Fantasy whump that, you know what I want to see? Old West whump!! You’ve got:

-stampedes

-train robberies

-railroad work

-gold mining

-crazy weather

-falling from a horse

-rattlesnake/scorpion bites

-difficult terrain

-easily spread diseases

-unfortunate run-ins with a cactus

There’s a goldmine of potential here, am I right? :D

*crickets*

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leg! not necessarily lethal while still painful AND immobilizes the whumper. and also abdomen wounds are a bit of a squick for me honestly. hands and shoulders are pushing it. i'm so scared and grossed out by literally any thought of injuries and my body not functioning properly so it's always been pretty hilarious to me that i'm into whump XD XD

Reblog and tell me which one you prefer! Tell me why you prefer it! Tag your friends to do the same! The perfect opportunity to ramble about your favorite tropes!

Stabbed in the:

abdomen | shoulder | leg | hand

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big fan of going from a rescuer's horrified pov of what happened to whumpee, how it affected them etc.

to whumpee's "desperately trying to figure out the hierarchy of this place" with a side of "haha i have cleverly avoided the traps set for me" a touch of "i will not say anything for obvious reasons but. it is quite offensive to assume i CaNt TaKe It. Sir." and a zest of "None of you have ever owned a pet and it Shows." pov

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Thinking about being prepared for what’s going to happen but still not being able to fully suppress your fear of it.

You know you’re about to be hurt, you’ve known that this might happen from the start, and you thought you’d be ready to face it.

But now you’re exposed, feeling the cold air on your skin, at the whims of someone else, completely in their hands, in their power. Maybe they’re holding something sharp, something electric, something you know will hurt but can’t quite imagine how yet.

You try to be brave but your heart is racing. You try to stay still but you flinch as they come nearer. You felt so sure before, as they dragged you into this room, but now you’re having to ask yourself: what if you can’t withstand it? What if it’s just too much to bear?

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dark fantasy whump ideas

dark fantasy whump is like my absolute favorite, but i love when it’s like… super dark fantasy. heres some ideas i’m throwing out there because i’m bored. also these aren’t all specifically dark fantasy, some just work really well in the dark fantasy genre. feel free to use any of these, please tag me if you do because i’d love to read it, but it’s not required! 

1. Whumpee is actually a demon summoned by Whumper, but Whumper finds out Whumpee isn’t as strong and notorious as the books all say. So, they decide they’ll make some other use out of their new little demon.

2. Whumpee ends up in a new dimension, and they see Caretaker and are so relieved, because Caretaker died in their dimension. Only to find out Caretaker is actually their whumper in this dimension, and now they can’t get out…

3. Caretaker and Whumper have always been rivals, different leaders of different nations who never got along. When Caretaker invades Whumper’s castle and they find a horrified Whumpee in chains, right at the foot of Whumper’s throne, they start to hate Whumper for a new reason.

4. Whumpee has never had full control over their magic/powers, and eventually hurt Caretaker by accident. Horrified, they run away, convinced they’re a monster. They start to realize maybe Whumper kept them isolated for a good reason, contemplating if they should return to them.

5. Caretaker gets thrown into a dungeon cell for rebelling against king/queen/monarch Whumper. When Caretaker finds a horribly shaken and bruised Whumpee by their cell, they begin to grow close to each other. All Caretaker knows, is there’s no way they’ll let Whumper hurt Whumpee anymore.

6. Whumper finds Whumpee chained outside a house in the woods, cold, starving, and possibly abandoned. They would typically ignore them, but they notice Whumpee isn’t human. They decide it’d be fun to have a little pet.

7. Whumpee is a thief, and one night they get caught by Whumper, sneaking into their mansion. Needless to say, things don’t turn out well, especially when they realize Whumper is a bigger threat than any ordinary human.

8. Caretaker is a hunter and shoots what looks like a deer in the distance. When they run up to it, they find that it’s no deer, but a frail monster-like whumpee who is begging them for mercy. Caretaker feels guilty and picks them up, only to notice they have more bruises and cuts on them than a single gunshot would do, not to even mention their worryingly light weight.

9. Caretaker is a monster who everyone has feared over the past years, kept in a dungeon cell in tight chains. When they wake up to find a shivering Whumpee who was also thrown inside the cell, they immediately grow protective over them.

10. Whumper possesses Caretaker to hurt Whumpee, not letting on that Caretaker’s been possessed. When Whumpee feels so betrayed that Caretaker could do something so horrible, they run away, back to Whumper, who they think had nothing to do with this.

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Ooh this is fun! Here's my out of context line:

Of course, El would never do something as dull as attacking with only a few goats or ravens; she could do much better than that.

From an OC fic that I'm working on featuring snarky demon whumpee, witches, and my complete inability to figure out a plot.

Tagging @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @whump-with-a-side-of-fries @whumpdreaming @syncopein3d and anyone else who wants to join in!

Tag Game: Out of Context Line

Thank you to @aalinaaaaaa for the tag!

Rules: post a line from your WIP that makes no sense out of context

From one of my current fanfiction WIPs, The Assassin and the Dragonlance:

“You don’t have to call yourself a murderer,” Hugh commented idly, “I could take full credit for the goblins. What’s a few more deaths to an assassin? If that aligns with your morals, of course.”

Yes, Hugh, I'm sure antagonizing your allies is the smart thing to do.

Tagging @mister-writes @writinglittlepains @inseasofgreen @paeliae-occasionally @crwn-nrth and open tag! :D

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I love whumpees who are terrified of caretaker.

Maybe they don't know them. Maybe they've seen what caretaker's capable of; or wtinessed what they've done. Whumpee doesn't trust them and wants nothing to do with them.

But in the end, caretaker was the only one who came for them. They pulled whumpee out of the bloody mess whumper left them in as whumpee clung to caretaker's neck trembling.

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Have another absurdly specific prompt, on the house!

The team just can’t understand why Leader has to be so uptight all the time. They never loosen up. When anyone makes a single mistake, Leader scolds them for it, even if it’s a small thing that won’t make any difference in the end. It’s frustrating, how Leader can’t let even tiny errors go!

What the team doesn’t know- or maybe they find out somehow- is that the higher-ups blame, and punish, Leader for every single one of their team’s mistakes. They’re the one in charge, after all. It’s their fault, isn’t it?

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I love, love, LOVE it when I can tell a fic author has integrated their specialized knowledge in a fic. I was reading a fic that at some point included the character going to visit an art therapist, and it's so clear that the author is an art therapist themself, and the details included are just immaculate and I love it. I've previously read about a character doing fencing for no other reason than the author clearly wanting to write a sport they understood. A character being given a hyperfixation on bugs just so the author can infodump themselves.

I eat it up every time, it brings such a smile to my face

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Magic whumpee magic whumpee magic whumpee

Fantasy whump where whumpee is the only magic user of their party, and they focus on healing magic. All their teammates come to them when they’re hurt or sick.

But they’re doing some serious adventures, and whumpee ends up using so much magic they get sick- like really sick.

Like ‘I have no idea who is feeding me soup right now but the soup is too hot too hot and I’m so cold and everything hurts I can’t see I can’t think I can barely breathe it’s too cold out here the soup is too cold get these blankets off me I’m so hot’ kind of sick.

And their teammates can do NOTHING for them because they don’t know anything about magic burnout or basic health skills.

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Hair Matted with Blood

Half of this ended up being just banter and being unhappy about the laundry. Not where I intended to go but I had no choice—the characters possessed it. There's so much backstory that I stopped myself from including here.

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TW's: Swearing, mention of broken bones and blood

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Villain scowled as she threw yet another set of bloodied sheets in the wash. Her pristine, white sheets. What on Earth had made her save Hero? When the news had trickled down to her, mostly from Supervillain's crowing, she had been shocked, pleased, and if she was being honest, maybe far more worried than she should have been.

When she found out the plans for Hero and how it mostly consisted of torture, torture, and some light torture to be stretched out for weeks, Villain had made the decision to follow her morals for once and get Hero out of there.

But now, after a two days of keeping Hero inside her hide-out to recover, Villain could say that she was absolutely ready to throw her right back into Supervillain's hungry maw.

Villain slammed the door of the washing machine shut and aggressively punched the buttons to get it to start.

The suspicious looks and probing questions never stopped. Nor did Hero's insistence on getting up and reopening their wounds again and again. And ruining Villain's sheets with blood.

She fished around for a new set of sheets and carried it to the bedroom.

"Congratulations," she said. "You've managed to get to my last clean sheets. You're driving my utility bill up the wall."

"You pay a utility bill?" Hero muttered. She was slumped in a faded green armchair which Villain had dragged in from the living room. It was her favorite chair and Hero was getting blood on it too. And, well, it was her only chair besides.

"We can't all be heroes living on a nice overinflated salary and free housing." Villain began tucking the sheets around the mattress.

"Where is this place anyway?" Hero asked. "I can only see the end of some dirty alley out of the window and there is definitely someone living upstairs. This is an apartment block?"

Villain gave her a withering look. "Stop trying to weasel information out of me."

"I don't know," Hero shrugged then winced. "I expected something a little more villainous, I guess?"

"Well, we can't all be crazy supervillains with an immense level of wealth and a grand, villainous base either."

Villain finished doing up the duvet and pillow and gestured at the bed.

"Okay. Done. Get in. And if you decide to get up one more time only to collapse all bloody on my bed, I'm throwing you in my dark, villainous dungeon."

"Hilarious," mumbled Hero and wobbled precariously on the two steps from the armchair to the bed but did not collapse. Villain sighed with relief only to suck in a breath of horror.

"No! Don't lie down!" she shrieked. Hero jumped, jolting up again and stumbling onto the floor only to collapse, a pained sound ripping from her.

Villain put her head in her hands.

"I forgot to put a towel on the pillow," she said despairingly. "You've gone and ruined it with your bloody, dirty hair again."

"Those are your priorities!?" Hero snarled, eyes still shut tightly and curled up on the floor in pain.

Villain rolled her eyes but helped her up into the armchair again. After checking on the broken arm, she went over all the bandages to check if anything had bled through again or if some of the stitches were ripped. Villain was glad Hero had been passed out by the time they arrived and she had to properly look at her injuries. Villain had ended up half-panicking as she tried to figure out how to fix everything. Apart from the broken arm, there had been dozens of cuts, some deeper than others. Some were seemed to be random slashes while others were carved into intricate patterns on top of deep purple, bruised flesh. Villain had ended up almost bathing Hero in disinfectant, and thankfully after a lifetime of caring after her own injuries, she could splint the broken arm and stitch closed the few cuts that were too deep.

"Okay, you're good," Villain nodded to Hero. "The pillow isn't."

Hero's face was pressed into the back of the arm chair and she let out an incoherent sound. Villain took a deep breath and refrained from pointing out how her hair was leaving bloody smudges on her armchair.

"You know, maybe we really should wash your hair," she said, calculating when the load of laundry will be done. "And stop you from messing up more of my stuff at least marginally."

"You try showering when you can't walk ten steps and have a broken arm." Hero's voice was muffled in the armchair.

"Ten steps is pushing it a bit," Villain muttered. Three at most. "And that's why I said we."

Hero turned her head to raise her eyebrows at Villain. Villain scowled.

"You're insufferable. Come on, you'll manage to the bathroom."

And with Villain doing most of the heavy lifting and almost carrying Hero while she stumbled to the bathroom, they sat down in front of the bath and Villain tried to figure out some sort of towel arrangement that would make it a bit more comfortable for Hero to sit down with her head leaning back over the bath.

"Okay, here," she nudged Hero to lean her head back.

"Your bathroom's very empty," Hero said warily. "Why don't you have anything in here?"

"It's not empty. Hm. Usually, I just use a bar of soap, but this looks nasty," Hero surveyed the bloodied and matted hair with a grimace. "I've got a stash of these little bottles of shampoo and conditioner I've gotten from hotels over the years. You know those sort of samples. I save them up for moments like this."

"Samples from hotels?" Hero's expression was incredulous. "You wash your hair with a bar of soap?!"

"Oh I'm sorry I don't follow you intricate, twenty-step heroic hair routine."

"A bar of soap," Hero repeated again to herself.

Villain rolled her eyes but went to get the mentioned bottles and her hairbrush.

Hero was still sitting in the same position when she came back, looking awkwardly at the ceiling. Villain set everything on the floor with a clatter and reached over to get the shower head.

Hero had shoulder length hair cut just above shoulder level and was darker than Villain's own. She always kept it tied back in a ponytail during fights and loose around her shoulders and coiffed in perfect waves by some hero stylist during public appearances. Before the last few days, Villain had seen her with her hair down in person only twice. Once, when she lost her hair tie after being dragged on the ground and thrown off a building by Villain and once, when they had, a little absurdly, spend a whole evening talking on a rooftop about fried chicken. Hero had been wearing an orange coat and sweats which had been enough to throw off Villain enough to halt her attack.

Villain turned on the shower and fiddled with the temperature a bit.

She arranged Hero's hair, so it wasn't trapped between her neck and the bathtub before running water through it. Hero's body immediately went tense as a bowstring. She was obviously suppressing a flinch every time the water got closer to her face.

"Relax," Villain said, slowing down to move the water a bit more slowly. "I'm not planning to drown you. Yet."

"Because that's so reassuring," Hero muttered sarcastically but some of the tension fell away from her shoulders.

Villain spent a while just running water through Hero's hair and detangling it with her fingers until it wasn't so much of a complete rats nest as just ridiculously matted and tangled hair. She slowly moved the shower head above her hair, waiting for the pink tinge of blood to clear from the water and for it to run clear again. When it seemed a bit better, she reached over to the bottles scattered over the floor, trying to pick out one that looked okay without letting go of the shower head.

"What are you doing?" Hero tilted her head up to see.

"Trying to get some shampoo," Villain said. "What do you prefer—sandalwood, lemongrass and... bergamot, something unnamed, or sandalwood but opaque?"

"I don't know," Hero looked slightly alarmed. "Sandalwood? The first."

Villain took the small bottle.

She set the shower head on the bottom of the bath, hoping it wouldn't flip over and poured half the bottle on Hero's scalp. Hero shuddered.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, it was just cold. I didn't expect it."

Villain shrugged and tried to rub the shampoo through the hair. Hero's eyes shifted about, straining to glance at Villain every now and then.

"I'm just going to wash it again," Villain said. "It's not even lathering. Your hair is just that dirty."

"Have you even seen your hair?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Whatever. As long you don't rip it out or ruin it or anything."

"I love how much of an idiot you think I am."

"Yeah, yeah. Just be careful."

Villain hummed, running her fingers through her hair so it would lather a bit. Hero shivered again and Villain checked the water, but it wasn't cold.

Villain poured the rest of the bottle on Hero's hair, and some of the opaque type of sandalwood shampoo for good measure. She slowly ran some water over Hero's hair to get it a bit more wet again and worked the shampoo into a lather, carefully rubbing her fingers through Hero's hair and her scalp until she looked like she had had a huge lump of foam thrown onto her head. Villain washed her own hands and turned off the shower.

"Did you rinse it?" Hero asked, lifting her head to see Villain but wincing and leaning back again when some foam started to trickled down her forehead.

"No, I'm getting the brush. It will probably be easier to sort it out while there's still lots of foam."

Villain gently wiped the foam from Hero's forehead with the heel of her palm and wondered where to start with detangling an absolute mess like this. Hero's eyes were fixed to the ceiling this time and her bent neck made it noticeable whenever she swallowed.

Villain started with the ends, careful to hold the hair tightly so the brush wouldn't pull. She brushed slowly, section by section until all the ends were done and she moved up a little. The next section was significantly harder since more of the hair was tangled all around the scalp. Villain tried to brush though it, carefully holding the hair so it wouldn't pull and slowly working her way through the tangles. Eventually, she reached the scalp and slowly brushed out any remaining tangles, feeling relatively proud of herself. She rinsed the hair, running her fingers through the newly brushed hair and got one of the conditioner bottles. She was aware it was supposed to not go on the scalp, and rubbed some through the ends of the hair, brushing it out again afterwards. She could see why people would use this stuff—it was almost like magic. Any remaining tangles that Villain hadn't really managed to get out earlier were much easier to brush out and when Villain rinsed it, it left a nice, silky feeling she could never manage with her own hair.

She went to rinse Hero's hair again, running her fingers through her hair and carefully washing the scalp to get any shampoo that she hadn't washed away earlier.

She glanced at Hero, ready to crow about how she had doubted her.

Hero's hands were clenched in her borrowed pajamas and her eyes were wide as she stared at the ceiling. In the split second in which she met Villain's gaze, she looked strangely vulnerable before her eyes flickered away on the wall opposite her and she cleared her throat.

"Are you done yet? I thought you weren't bad at this. We've been here for ages, I almost fell asleep."

She didn't really look asleep.

"Oh come on, I'm an absolute master, aren't I?" Villain grinned, ruffling Hero's hair playfully.

She flinched heavily and Villain withdrew her hand immediately, feeling all of her good mood drain away. Hero was looking guiltily at the opposite wall and not meeting her eyes.

...Was her touch really that unbearable? Of course, she thought bitterly, Hero didn't even like her, let alone being touched by Villain.

"Right," she said, voice cooler than before. Hero wilted slightly, fixing her gaze to the wall. "I'll get a towel for the pillow, so you won't get it wet. You'll still manage to walk back?"

Hero nodded.

"Okay," Villain said.

They walked back together, Villain supporting Hero like before. She sat down on the bed while Villain tucked a towel around the pillow and then silently laid down.

Villain didn't glance back when she shut the bedroom door behind her. Hero couldn't stay here forever and when she left, she'd have enough information to immediately go blabbing to the other heroes about Villain's location. Villain carefully pushed thoughts of nights sitting on rooftops together and talking about inconsequential topics. When that time came, she would have to have everything figured out and be ready to go. No good deed went unpunished after all.

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Barely Conscious

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WC: 1,294 TW's: Swearing, broken bones, blood

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Hero had the faintest impression of yelling, deep rumbling, sharp, unbearable pain in her right arm.

She was lying down somewhere. It was something soft and her head was turned to the side in a slightly uncomfortable angle. She tried to push herself up but cried out and fell back down again. Shit. It hurt so much.

The memories slammed back into her. Supervillain. She had lost a fight with her and two other villains and Supervillain had brought her back to her base. Hero had been used as ransom to lure her teammates into going along with Supervillain's whims, had been tortured and left alone tied to a chair, then Villain had saved her.

It was Villain. Panic began to build up in her. It was Villain! Hero had to get out of here, right now. It was Villain who... had rescued Hero for whatever reason only she knew. And Hero had let her. Had worked together with Villain! And now she was... somewhere. At the whims of one of the people that hated her the most and almost helpless with all her injuries besides.

Ransom. The traitor. No, she had to get up. She had to warn her teammates that they were being played—that there was a traitor right amongst them.

She tried to get up again, gritting her teeth against the sting as the various cuts on her body were pulled and the ever present throb of her broken arm.

A thick, dull brown blanket bunched beneath her. She was lying down in the back of a ...car? The car was very... Well, there was nothing unusual about it. The windows seemed to be tinted dark, sure, but apart from that it was just average. Scraps of paper littered the seat next to the driver's upfront and there was an empty paper cup that smelled faintly of coffee jammed in a cupholder with a green plastic bag shoved inside. There was an air refreshner hanging from the rearview mirror. It was butterscotch scented.

The whole thing was a little surreal. Did... Did Villain really get her out? What was she planning to do now?

It was dark outside and Hero couldn't make much out apart from that trees towered all around the car. She tried to slow down her breathing and listen for sounds of any other cars or people but there was nothing. Should she... Should she go? She could manage it. It would be hard, but she could still do it. She pulled the handle of the door which opened easily Hero looked around suspiciously but there was nothing. Just the wind and the smell of pines. She stumbled out of the car and her knees almost immediately buckled. She stayed leaning against the car for a moment, panting and gritting her teeth against the pain.

No, she'd do it. She'd keep going.

She pushed herself up again, walking forward into the inky darkness of the tree. Behind her, the lights in the car were lit up from the open door but she didn't dare close it and make a louder sound. Anyone could hear it. Maybe Villain was still somewhere around. Hero didn't truly believe that Villain would do the same to her as Supervillain but there were other things she could do.

Hero pushed herself forwards, clinging to the tree trunks as she stumbled forwards, her broken arm hanging limply at her side and twinging with pain at every step. There were lots of roots and plants on the ground that she kept tripping up over in the darkness, leaving her to hang onto a tree for a moment and try to gather herself at the fresh onslaught of pain, but she kept going. She kept pressing forward until the car was a small pinprick of light behind her and she could feel warm blood trickling down her sides and legs as her wounds started bleeding again.

The ground was tilting beneath her feet. Hero reached to steady herself and made the mistake of using her broken arm. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain pain pain. She was on the ground? When had she gotten on the ground?

In the distance, someone was yelling.

No, no, no. She had to get away. She had to get home.

She tried to pull herself forward on her hands and knees, broken arm tucked to her chest. She scrambled around the dirt and roots thinking of nothing but going forward.

The yelling was getting closer. It was Villain's voice.

No. No, Hero would get away. She would get back to her team and warn them. She had to.

A beam of light fell on her.

Hands were dragging her up. Hero struggled but to her desperation, her last reserves of strength were quickly slipping away.

"—o you think—" a voice wavered in and out of her hearing.

Hero continued trying to struggle, but she was barely able to move, let alone fight someone.

"Hero! What were you doing?" Hero was vaguely aware of being carried back to the car. "You're like a free electron! You're beaten to a pulp and you're still zinging around. I'm putting the child lock on this time. Did you seriously walk into the woods in the middle of nowhere?"

Villain wasn't... Hero was the main person assigned to deal with her when she showed up and she knew better than anyone that throughout the years Villain had never truly hurt anyone and mostly stuck to causing upheaval and mayhem and strategic destruction. Sometimes... Sometimes they had even ...talked. They had been surreal, short conversations in the midst of a fight, when they had just stumbled into each other on a rooftop, neither wanting to start a fight. Sometimes, in those moments, Hero almost thought that...

"V'llain," Hero mumbled, barely conscious. "Le' me go."

Had Villain actually saved her now? Sure, she didn't really think Villain would hurt her as badly as Supervillain, but keep her imprisoned and used for ransom again? Hero couldn't let that happen.

She didn't even get an answer and was unceremoniously dumped back in the car. Hero hissed, curling up in pain.

"Oh shit, you're bleeding again." A sigh. "Shit, I have to do your bandages again. Any chance you'll just let me do that?"

"No," Hero said even though she wasn't quite sure what had been said.

Hands pulled at her but at that point, Hero was to weak to even struggle. Her vision was going black.

"—ook, I'm not going to hurt you alright?" Villain was saying.

Hero tried to process this, to pick up the thread of her own dissipating thoughts.

"Then leave me with the hero team."

"I can't exactly just throw myself on their mercy! I've got myself to think about here as well, and we do not have the best history together. Just. I won't be letting you die or hurt you or anything. We'll figure the other things out later when you aren't unconscious in the back of my car."

"'M not," Hero mumbled, her vision swimming. Someone was wrapping a bandage around her leg. She could feel her tiredness pulling her down like a physical anchor but Hero fought to stay awake. She couldn't fight back, but she wouldn't be completely helpless.

"What are you mumbling?"

What? Hero blinked, realizing that she was lying in the back again and Villain was climbing in the driver's seat. She jolted, rushing to sit up.

"Oh hell no! Stop that!"

Hero glare, leaning against a window to avoid crumpling into a heap again. Villain sighed.

"Just don't attack me or I'll absolutely tie you up, wounds or not, understood?"

Hero didn't answer, too busy trying not to fall unconscious.

The car started up with a rumble.

Despite her best efforts, the ride passed in a haze and snatches of glimpses of the road and the slowly lightening sky. She didn't notice the moment when it all faded away from awareness completely.

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Reblog if people can always jump in your ask with random whump questions!

(Not even all big questions. Things like. 'Poison or drugs?' Or something random like that! Interaction!)