#DO THEY WIN

[transingthoseformers]

I've been thinking a lot about autobots and decepticons alike teaming up to take on Overlord

[starry-night-author]

Could I possibly request some Superhero x Hero x Villain pls? Where maybe Hero and Villain are being terrorized by Supervillain and Superhero, who is really protective of both of them isn't going to let Supervillain be a nussiance and a terror for much longer.

NYEHEHEHEHEHE YES

Prompt #17

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Superhero found them in their room, curled up in bed in the dark.

Their arms wrapped around their blanket to hold on to something, gasping quietly as they tried to catch their breath and slow their panicked mind.

Superhero had enough experience with this. They quietly slid into bed next to them, laying close but not touching. Waiting for them to come to Superhero.

Finally, after several minutes of gasps and sobs and audible swallows, Villain did. Rolling over to face their partner, wrapping their arms around Superhero and burying their face in their chest.

Superhero gently rubbed their back, listening as Villain cried softly against them.

"What'd they do this time?" Superhero murmured, letting out a breath.

Villain pushed themself away from Superhero slightly, putting just enough space between them to show Superhero their hands. It was hard to see in the dark, but Superhero could just make the large red welts running across their palms.

"Are there more anywhere else?" Superhero whispered, gently taking one of Villain's trembling hands.

Villain slowly reached back to touch their neck, and Superhero took a deep breath.

It was taking all of their effort to stay quiet. To not overreact, because they knew that was the last thing Villain wanted in their current fragile state. That despite the absolute anger and hatred running through them, they couldn't express it now.

"You're not going back there," they leaned in to kiss Villain's forehead. "I'm not letting you. Now let's get you patched up."

This had gone far enough.

Superhero had meant to slip out while the two were sleeping, but it was just as they were reaching for the door nob when something caught their wrist.

Startled, Superhero jumped, twisting around and glancing up, only to find themself facing their other partner. "Oh," they let out a breath. "It's just you."

"I'm not letting you do this." Hero said firmly, their grip on Superhero's wrist tightening. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"I have to," Superhero spoke quietly, matching Hero's low tones. Neither of them wanted to wake Villain, who was now asleep in the bedroom. "They can't keep terrorizing you two like this."

"We can stay away from them," Hero's voice was soft, but determined. "We'll avoid them, and things will-"

"We both know that's not a possibility." Superhero pointed out. They took a step closer to Hero. "They're not going to leave either of you alone. This has to be dealt with before they realize Villain isn't coming back, or else they're going to hunt you two down."

Hero let out a breath, glancing down at their feet. "I know," they whispered. "I'm scared."

"Hey," Superhero pulled them to themself, holding them tightly. "I'll deal with it. I can handle them. After all, I've got two wonderful people worth fighting for, right?"

They could feel Hero's slight smile against their chest. "I guess. I know how you are when you're defensive."

"No one's beaten me when I get defensive," Superhero agreed.

It was true. Their was a different kind of fire that lit inside of Superhero when they were fighting for something or someone particularly special. They thought everything should be equal, and couldn't bear to see injustice. They put their all into fighting for the things they found important, and that side of them was particularly brought out when it came to their partners.

They felt Hero swallow. "Villain hasn't said anything all day."

"I know. That's why I have to do this." Superhero took a step back, their hands resting on Hero's shoulders. They both knew that the usually talkative Villain would go completely silent when they weren't doing well. It'd only happened twice, and it was terrifying each time. "Go back to them. They need you. I'll be back soon."

Hero nodded, but Superhero could see the warring emotions on their face, could feel their uncertainty in their movements. They leaned down to press their forehead against their partner's. "I'll be back when you two wake up."

"You'd better," Hero whispered.

"I promise."

Supervillain's lair was dark.

In the deep quiet hours of the night, every half-built contraption looming up out of the darkness as Superhero snuck through on the lightest of feet. Every step was carefully planned so Superhero wouldn't accidentally bump into anything while sneaking through.

Using the map of the lair they'd gotten from Villain, they new that Supervillain's actual quarters were on the bottom floor, behind a huge locked vault door and a hallway full of traps.

All of these could be deactivated by a code that had also been in Villain's notes, and for a moment it seemed something good had come of using Villain as a double agent to get close to Supervillain.

It definitely hadn't been worth it, however. Superhero thought back on the welts on Villain's hands and the clear markings of a horrid tight grip on their neck and scowled to themself in the darkness.

But Supervillain would be dead by morning. Superhero would see to that.

They had just made it to the computer to deactivate the traps when a light flicked on behind them.

A cool breeze tickled their back, and Superhero froze.

They were caught.

The crime-stopper slowly turned around, trying to calm their pounding heart as they faced their foe.

Supervillain sat on a large tarp, covering some sort of boxes that Superhero couldn't see. They were lounged backwards, as cool and as awake as ever even at the ungodly hours of the night.

"So," they said, leaning back further. Only pointing out their casual stance. "I see Villain ratted me out."

"I made them," Superhero lied. "I knew they'd cave."

Supervillain smirked. "Yes, they always were quite soft. Easily malleable. It's not too hard to get them to bend, I should've been better at picking my right-hand men."

It was a direct jab at Superhero, trying to get them to give something away. Superhero didn't know how much Supervillain knew about their relationship, but they knew the criminal was suspicious. It was part of why they'd started being so harsh on Villain in the first place.

But Superhero managed to keep their composure, despite their desperate urge to leap forward and tear Supervillain apart with their bare hands. They stood their ground, glaring. "I'm here for Hero." Now that relationship was public, and it was why Supervillain had started targeting them out of the other teams of heroes. They knew Superhero's favorite, and knew it was a way to really get to their enemy.

Supervillain chuckled. "Ohhh, Hero! How are they doing? Last I heard from them I scared them so badly they nearly fainted then I left them for dead. Have they recovered yet?"

Superhero's hands tightened to fists. "They were already back on patrol last week."

The criminal whistled. "That's impressive! Now, I assume you're here to do the same to me?"

Superhero dropped into a low stance, ready for a fight. They had to finish what Supervillain had started by ever daring to lay a finger on their partner's.

"I'm here for your head," they snarled.

Supervillain's eyebrows raised. "Well. Isn't that quite a threat. Shall we get this over with, then?"

"If you don't mind."

Superhero loosed their weapon as Supervillain dropped down from their stack of boxes, ready for battle.