#Superhero whumper

[chaotic-orphan]

Concussed villain gets kidnapped?

Villain showed up on Hero’s doorstep, heaving in breaths as they slammed their fist on the door. Their arm was ridiculously heavy, and it took everything in them to throw it mercilessly against the wooden door. The effects were meagre knocks that Villain prayed Hero would hear.

If Hero was even home.

What if they were working tonight? Fuck, why didn’t Villain think of that? Their head was pounding so they rested their forehead against the cool wood, letting out a shaky, shallow breath, trying not to anger the fire in their ribs. Blood continued to trickle from their hairline down over their eyes and dripping onto their cheeks.

That wasn’t good.

They heard footsteps behind the door and Villain almost broke down there and then, relief flooding them like a tsunami of feeling, washing away everything that was keeping Villain upright. Tears poured down their cheeks at the thought of safety, hero looking after them… their hero. They could tell them about Superhero’s plans.

They could tell them… Villain put a hand against the door and pushed themselves backwards. They would’ve fallen if not for the arm that snaked around their waist. Villain blinked dumbly and glanced down. Arm around—?

Before they cry out or scream in warning a hand clamped over their mouth and Villain was ripped away from the door and into the shadows. Villain thrashed, struggling in their attacker’s grip, all their screams and cries muffled to nothing but silent pleas.

The door opened and Villain’s struggles renewed but Hero wouldn’t be able to see them from here. Hero wouldn’t know they were even there!

“Hello?” Hero asked into the darkness and Villain whimpered against the hands holding them in an iron cage. Villain threw their body forward, back, trying to dislodge their attackers arms but they didn’t budge even a little.

“If you want Hero to continue to draw breath, Villain, you’ll come quietly.”

Villain froze at the voice. That was… Superhero… the reason why Villain was in this state in the first place. Villain’s struggles renewed as Hero stepped out of their house. If they could even sense something was amiss so close to them then they would investigate. Hero would have to investigate, right? And Hero was in danger too!

Villain had to warn them, they had to!

“Hello?” Hero asked, a note of agitation creeping into their voice.

I’m here! Villain wanted to scream. Hero please! I’m right here.

A pinch in their neck and Villain’s fruitless struggles seized, their blood running cold. They flinched as cold liquid was pushed into their neck. No… no, no, no, no. “That’s it, Villain,” Superhero whispered. “Don’t fight it.”

The hazy world blurred even more and Villain fell back against Superhero’s chest, the fight leaving them almost instantly. What did Superhero drug them with?

Their eyelids shut and Villain forced them back open, with a gargantuan effort. The last thing they saw was Hero frown and close the door before their entire world faded to black in the arms of their enemy.

[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.

[a-class-attempter]

In public, Whumper would use their healing powers for good. They were seen as a national hero, going to hospitals and healing grave injuries and illnesses, saving hundreds of lives a day. But in private, they like to have a little fun. Today, they had whumpee, a pesky little nurse who had caught Whumper taking a different playtoy from the hospital. That little brat was currently in a coma in Whumper’s cellar.

Whumper spent hours with Whumpee, discovering the limits of the human body. Their hands were covered in blood, as was the entire room. Whumpee was barely breathing with the tight leather collar around their neck and half their guts lying on the floor. The only thing that kept them alive was Whumper’s powers, forcing their heart to keep beating.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

In march, you wrote a snippet of a love potion thingy with villain and hero. What happens to them next

(Oops I'm very late to respond to this. I didn't forget! I'm just slow and in college)

This is a sequel to THIS. It is recommended you read for context, but it can be summed up as "Superhero drugs Villain with a love potion, then offers them Hero in exchange for Villain not causing trouble."

Content warning: mutual noncon, non consensual touching (nonsexual), noncon drugging, maybe vaguely spicy but not at all NSFW.

Hero had never felt more helpless in their life.

The cuffs on their limbs were unyielding, keeping them locked into the metal chair beneath them. They were trapped in Villain’s hideout, no chances of reaching the outside world, no hope of reasoning with their captor. If anyone noticed their absence, they’d surely be too late to save them.

Villain remained perched on Hero’s lap, legs possessively straddling their waist. Their face was flush, eyes glassy and skin unnaturally warm. Their dazed, blissful grin was uncanny on their face. They looked sick.

The love potion was still clutched in their fingers. Hero knew that once they were forced to drink it, they’d end up with the same blissful, clueless smile painted on Villain’s face.

“Baby, don’t be stubborn,” Villain’s words were clear despite the haze in their eyes. They gave Hero a pleading look. “Just open your mouth for me. I don’t want to force you…”

“P-please, you don’t want this. Superhero drugged you; you’re not in your right mind,” they knew it was pointless, that Villain was far beyond reasoning. But they couldn’t stop themselves from trying.

Their pleas fell on deaf ears. Villain only chuckled, dragging a thumb over Hero’s lips. “Of course I want this. I want you, I always have. Superhero just helped me realize that.”

Villains’s touch felt like sandpaper against their skin. It wasn’t that they disliked Villain, nor that the criminal was unattractive. They were charming at times, quick witted and cunning. They were gorgeous. But Hero didn’t want this. Not when Villain didn’t have a choice, not when it was part of some sick scheme to remove Villain by stripping them of free will. It was sick, and Hero felt dirty for their unwilling part in it.

Their eyes stung. “I don’t want this.”

For a moment, Villain’s grin faltered. That didn’t stop them from popping the vial in their hand open. “I know. I didn’t want it either, until I learned better,” without hesitation, Villain brought the potion to their own mouth, swallowing a mouthful. Hero knew what was coming the moment Villain leaned forward, but they felt paralyzed when Villain’s lips touched their own. For a brief moment, they could only think of how soft Villain’s lips were.

They could taste the potion on Villain’s tongue. It was sickly sweet, like a cake that’d begun to sour. It was viscous, slimey. They tried to pull away on instinct, but Villain’s possessive grip on the back of their head didn’t allow for it. Hero shivered as they felt Villain's tongue brush against their own.

Distantly, Hero hoped that the tainted kiss wouldn’t be enough to affect them. A sudden wave of unnatural dizziness quickly proved them wrong. They squeezed their eyes shut against the disorientation, breathing deeply to steady themselves. They tried to ignore how their senses suddenly latched onto the smell of Villain’s hair.

Villain eventually released them. “There. Now was that so bad?” Villain cooed, breath brushing against Hero’s cheek. They shifted their position, moving themselves to rest their head against Hero’s shoulder. Hero had no room to pull away.

“Villain, please,” It felt like the potion was coating every surface of their mouth, making their teeth ache. They needed to get out. “You got what you wanted, so just let me–,” They paused as a sudden pain pulsed through their body, causing them to grimace. Felt like their every muscle had gone suddenly, painfully taught. Like every heartbeat was fueling a rising pain. Like every inch of skin was being rubbed raw.

They inhaled sharply, taken aback. They’d never heard about love potions hurting.

Villain seemed to read their mind. “It’s a little precaution from your…friend,” something hard entered Villain’s voice, something nearly recognizable as their normal self. “You can’t will it away, Hero. It’s agonizing, I can promise you that. And it’ll only get worse if you insist on being stubborn. So please,” and just like that, the sharpness of their tone dissolved back into a lovesick whine. “Just open your eyes. I can’t stand seeing you suffer.”

Hero didn’t respond, too focused on taking slow, deep breaths in hopes of abating the pain. It hurt, it hurt everywhere, building with each moment. They clenched tightly at the chair beneath them, flinching with each growing pulse of pain.

Their only comfort was the warm weight on their lap. Villain’s touch chased away the growing pain, a reprieve Hero found themselves increasingly desperate for. But every cell in Hero’s body knew that it wouldn’t be enough. It was like dipping a foot into cool water while the rest of their body burned.

They didn’t need Villain to tell them how to stop it. Relief was a blink away. Hero squeezed their eyes shut.

They could feel Villain’s eyes on them. “What point is there in this stubbornness? Darling, you’re only hurting yourself.”

“I have to!” Hero spat through gritted teeth. Their breath hitched, and Hero didn’t know if it was sweat or tears running down their face. “This is wrong, Superhero’s wrong,” They leaned into Villain’s touch, desperate for relief. It wasn’t nearly enough. “And I-, I need to help you. You have to let me go.”

Villain only laughed, and Hero’s heart soared at the melodic noise. “You truly are something. So earnest, all for someone like me…” Villain leaned forward once more, and Hero’s breath caught in their throat. Villain’s voice was little more than a whisper. “I’ll compromise then, yes? Kiss me, and I’ll let you go.”

They could feel Villain’s face near theirs, mere inches away. But Villain didn’t move closer. Hero shivered.

It was a bad idea, a horrible idea. Hero knew that. They were disgusted with how tempted they were to lean in regardless. Their heart pounded at the thought, quieting the morals screaming for them to stop.

They needed to get out. They could escape Villain, wait for the potion to leave their system, and try again. If saving Villain meant a single kiss, then that was alright, wasn’t it?

They desperately wanted it to be alright. The pain rose another octave, and Hero was leaning forward before they could reconsider.

Relief flowed through their body at the contact, quieting their mind. Villain gave a low, satisfied hum, and Hero swallowed the noise greedily. They felt a blush rising to their cheeks, their heart fluttering with joy. They tugged at their restraints, wishing they could wrap their arms around Villain and pull them in.

They felt like they were losing themselves, and it was becoming harder to understand why that was a bad thing. But it was fine. As long as they didn’t let things go too far. As long as they didn’t open their–

Villain pulled away suddenly, and it felt like the floor had fallen from underneath Hero. The loss of their touch hurt more than anything they’d ever felt.

“No!” Their body lurched forward on instinct, chasing after the contact. They didn’t realize they’d been freed until they’d unwittingly launched themselves from their chair. With a startled gasp, Hero tumbled forward, sending themselves and Villain to the ground. Villain yelped in pain underneath them.

Hero didn’t realize they’d opened their eyes until they’d already started diligently searching Villain’s body for injuries. They only found a beautiful, triumphant grin, and found that they couldn’t tear their eyes away. Pain drained away, replaced so swiftly with a pleasant, warm buzz that Hero could scarcely remember it. Their reservations were smothered by all consuming, contented joy.

“You’re too easy, darling,” Villain purred, a mischievous twinkle in their eye. Their hair laid like a halo around their head, framing their flushed face in an utterly hypnotic way. Hero couldn’t remember why they’d ever want to look away.

Hero couldn’t find the words to respond. They could only smile.

[whumppromptoftheday]

"you're going to ruin them," villain accuses. they jab a finger in superhero's chest. "so since you can't kill me, i will do my best to keep hero out of your path to destruction."

[seasonscourt]

#1

Like a whirlwind of rage, Hero threw the door open, stomping forward to slam their hands down on the desk in Superhero’s office.

“Why do you have to tear Villain down like that, Superhero?”

Superhero looked up calmly from the papers they’d been reading and looked Hero in the eye

“Simple. They don’t have the temperament for this job—”

“What?”

“—they’re not like you, Hero, not like us.” Superhero continued calmly, breezing over Hero’s interruption.

Hero just stared incredulously at Superhero for a moment before launching heatedly into a defense of their friend. “They’re the best trainee in the academy, more than that they’re the best person I know! Villain deserves more than anyone to graduate from the academy and go pro as a hero”

“Exactly. They’re too good, they won’t be able to to make the real decisions, seize the right opportunities. They’re simply not selfish enough. Not when it comes down to it, not like you” Superhero jerked the pen in their hand at Hero as they finished. Hero reached out in retaliation snapping it out of their hands and into the desk.

“I’m not like that.”

Superhero raised a doubtful eyebrow at Hero.

“You sure about that? Why don’t we test that little Hero?”

Hero took a step back.

“What do you mean?”

Superhero stood up and gestured at the door.

“I mean you’re formally dismissed, send Villain in”

.

Villain re-entered the training room dead quiet, eyes gazing into nothing. Hero took a step towards them concerned and slightly apprehensive.

“Villain, what happened?”

Villain slowly turned to look at them, and the moment Hero caught their gaze they burst into tears.

“Villain!”

Hero ran forward, gathering Villain in their arms as their legs buckled slowly pulling the both of them down to sit on the floor

Hero’s voice was soft as they asked Villain again what happened, but Villain could only shake their head mutely before crawling into Hero’s lap and clutch desperately at them as they sobbed into their shoulder.

Hero hugged them back letting them stay together like that for a what seemed like hours

“Hero?” Villains finally voiced with their head still buried in Hero’s neck.

“Mm?”

A whimper, “Hero, please.”

“Shhh, just calm down. You’re okay, just breath , it’s okay” Hero rubbed soothing circles on the sobbing Villains back as Villain sobbed into their shoulder.

Hero glanced up at the smirking Superhero watching them both through the door, and felt a flash of irritation run through them.

They clutched their arms a little harder around Villain’s waist. Villain was smart. Villain was talented. Villain was a little bit closed-off but still so impossibly, impossibly kind - Villain didn’t need them when they were so utterly wonderful by themself. But here, Villain crying and vulnerable and in their lap and clinging to them, didn’t feel like it could be anything else but complete perfection. Damn it. Superhero had been right, they weren’t a good enough person to give this feeling up. Not when this felt like everything Hero had ever wanted.

[sunnynwanda]

Hi, sorry to bother!

I’ve had this idea lately but I wondered if you would like to write it, feel free to ignore it if it doesn’t convince you btw

Pet hero whumpee but not the docile type of pet, more like superhero/supervillain has conditioned/deshumanized them to be like some sort of rabid, aggresive pet that attacks anyone who isn’t their “owner”

Maybe they’ve been missing for some time already and when villain (or any other character you want to) finds them, they worry about the fact that hero is attacking them and doesn’t seem to recognize them at all

I hope you’re having a nice day✨✨✨

Master

Warning: dehumanisation, conditioning, pet whump and everything that comes with it, mentions of physical and psychological abuse, graphic injuries, suffocation, blood, gore, murder. I have no idea how I wrote this. Please do not interact if any of those might be triggering for you.

The door opens with a taunting creak, the sound reverberates off the empty walls. Villain takes a tentative step in, glancing around for any traps. The apartment looks perfect in its apparent abandonment - not a thing out of place, no sign of a fight or kidnapping. Hero had been gone for a little over three months. Just like that, no traces left behind, no warnings - nothing. It's like they vanished into thin air. Evaporated. Villain didn't know why or where they went. They had no idea who to contact or what to do about Hero's sudden disappearance. The only thing Villain did know was they missed their nemesis. 

Oh, they missed Hero like crazy. 

They still recalled the brawl they had the day before. Villain was attempting to cause a riot in the city stadium for the fun of it; Hero had been their ordinary cheeky self as well. Nothing new to the usual scheme of things. They took turns delivering the blows and tumbled around a bit; Villain ended up restrained against a wall and accepted temporary defeat despite being capable of obliterating the entire stadium - Hero included - with a flick of their wrist. Both were accustomed to the game plan and felt no need to deviate. The next day, Villain seized a bank and demanded Hero's presence - per standard procedure.

Except, Hero never came. 

They robbed the bank despite not needing the money and departed in a sour mood because nothing was supposed to be of more importance than their battles. Villain expected Hero to return the next day and intended to make them apologise relentlessly for such disrespect.

Needless to say, that wish never came true. 

After a week of waiting in vain, Villain started suspecting something was off. They spent the following weeks in search of any clues to decipher Hero's mysterious disappearance, any clues that could lead them to Hero's whereabouts - to no avail. 

That is, until today. Villain pulls the letter out of the envelope and unfolds it. An invitation to Superhero's estate. Villain hums, scrunching their nose. That's the last place they want to go to, but at this point, they'll resort to anything to find Hero.

Little did they know that finding Hero would be the least of their concerns.  

Villain exits the apartment, making their way outside the city right away. A deep-set sense of anxiety pushes them forward, a feeling of urgency and despair. They can't comprehend what it is yet, the idea building in their subconscious mind, but they can tell it's bad. They can tell it's entirely vile.

Villain doesn't bother announcing their arrival, instead sneaking over the high fences and past the numerous guards. They walk into the manor, darting past the hounds that roam the first floor, and climb to the second floor, where Superhero's study is. Their hands shake with dreadful anticipation. 

Villain pushes the door open, and in the same instant, something lunges at them. Their first guess is that it's another dog, but the assumption soon proves untrue. The creature withdraws at the sound of a whistle, skipping back to the leg of its master.  

"Good boy," Superhero smiles, brushing Hero's hair the wrong way. Villain watches in shock as Hero turns their head to the side, leaning into the touch and licking Superhero's palm like a dog. 

"What the-" Villain breathes out, too stunned to form a coherent thought. They stare with widening eyes at whatever is left of their Hero as they rub their head against their owner's leg, looking for praise. But when their gaze lands on Villain, Hero's expression shifts to pure rage. They snarl, aggressive and aggravated. Villain's voice is barely audible behind their growls. "What have you done?" 

"Me? Nothing much," Superhero grins, hooking their fingers into Hero's collar and pulling at it harshly until Hero starts to choke. "I've taught them what they really are. What they deserve to be."  

"But why?" Villain glances at them, seeing insanity in Superhero's eyes. They look back at Hero's dehumanised form on all fours. Their back is arched in what Villain assumes is a defensive stance. Their mind is reeling, running a hundred miles an hour. They cannot grasp the situation in full yet, refusing to believe that the creature in front of them is indeed Hero. Their Hero. "W-why?" 

"Why, you ask?" Superhero drawls, fisting Hero's hair and tugging with brute force. Hero falls onto their back, letting out a whimpering whine. Villain turns away, unable to take the sight of them in such a state. "You think I haven't noticed the little play you two have devised? Your little game of back and forth?"

"What are you..." Villain starts, getting up from the floor. Hero jumps up, preparing to attack. Superhero zaps them with a shocker, sending their body back down with another loud whimper. "Stop! Please... For the love of God, stop!" Villain yells, their lips and hands trembling in desperation. 

"Hero failed. Their purpose was to defeat you. They could have done it months ago," Superhero explains, using their foot to prompt Hero's chin up. "They chose not to. They betrayed their pack, so they needed to learn how to be a good dog." 

Villain shudders at the impassive tone of their voice. "You've conditioned them into submission. You've turned them into an animal, you monster!" They spit out, their eyes flaring up with newfound rage. Their fingers curl into fists as they look around the room, trying to find a solution. An escape.  

"No, I've made him my pet. I'm a patient master," Superhero caresses Hero's cheek and rubs their ear, their touch looking almost soothing until their fingers squeeze, digging into the skin on Hero's chin. "Now, attack."

Hero switches into a fight mode with a snarl, their teeth glimmering white in the dim-lit room. Villain dodges the attack by jumping to the side and reaching out to take hold of Hero's head, prompting them to meet their gaze. 

"Hero, it's me!" Hero's pupils are dilated and empty. They seem incomprehensive. "Please, Hero, it's me, me..." Villain pleads, tears brimming their eyes. For a short moment, something seems to flicker behind Hero's gaze. But, Superhero blows their whistle, and Hero loses all sense of self again, attacking Villain with renewed vigour.  

"No, no, no," Villain tries their best to hold Hero back without hurting them. Their voice is thick with emotion when they speak again, struggling to contain Hero.

"Look at me! Please, just look at me..." Their expression is nothing short of begging, but Hero remains unaffected. With no other choice left, Villain grasps Hero's collar, hooking their belt through it and securing it. 

Hero is rabid against their leash, thrashing on the ground as Villain stands, facing Superhero. 

"No matter how far you take them, they'll always be my pet," Superhero hisses, crossing their arms over their chest with an unmistakable sense of victory. They are so confident in their conviction that they don't bother to arm themself.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Villain lets out a dark chuckle, but there's no humour behind it. "It's not them that betrayed the pack by refusing to defeat me. They could never defeat me in the first place. It was me. I'm the variable you didn't take into account," Villain growls through gritted teeth, taking a step towards Superhero and wrapping a hand around their forearm. "And I will burn you to ashes." 

Before Superhero can register it, their skin starts melting off their body, the tangy smell of burnt flesh filling the room. In mere seconds, Superhero's body hits the floor, their moaning sounding like music to Villain's ears as fire washes over them. Hero howls, tagging at their impromptu leash, but Villain remains unyielding. They kneel next to them, ripping the whistle off Superhero's neck, then wrap the belt around their knuckles, forcing Hero to their feet. Villain cups their cheeks, their fingers tender on Hero's clammy skin, and looks into their eyes in hopes of finding recognition - all they see instead is fear.

Primal, animalistic fear.

They gulp down the lump in their throat and blow the whistle, watching Hero's eyes light up in recognition of their new master. 

Villain knows it's going to be one hell of a journey to get their Hero back. They know it will take weeks, if not months, of constant grind to heal what was so thoroughly broken and even then, Hero might never return to their former cheerful self. But they also know there is no one more worth fighting for. 

Villain misses Hero like crazy. And they will have them back. 

Masterlist

A/N: Hello, darling! Oh, it's not a bother in the slightest! I'm glad to have you here. I have to admit, for the longest time, I had no idea if I would be able to finish this story. It felt very raw, very painful and hit a little too deep. But at the same time, I felt the need to explore the theme, both as a writer and as a psychologist. So, thank you for this request. I hope it turned out how you imagined it. Love, xo Sunny

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[whumpsoda]

Fixed

I really love this :D

Fixed Part 2 Fixed Part 3 

cw: kinda pet whumpish

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“Villain?”

He looked like Villain, but at the same time, he didn’t. 

The man on the floor looked wrong. 

Villain’s once slick, shiny hair was now greasy and matted, his fraim unhealthily skinny, and his eyes surrounded by dark rings. 

Not only Villain’s appearance, but the whole situation, was alarming for hero.

 He was in Superhero's home for the first time ever, even while being Superhero’s successor. Hero had been invited for a “special occasion”, which it definitely was, and nothing could have prepared him for it. 

Villain, the cunning, criminal genius, was on his knees, above the icy floor of Superhero’s apartment, staring upwards at Hero in awe.

“Hero, sir!” A wide, genuine smile spread across Villain’s face, squishing his sunken cheeks. 

Hero was frozen still, the sight in front of him seeping into every inch of his brain. He almost didn’t notice Villain’s next move. Hero jerked his entire body backwards, almost ramming into the wall. 

Villain should’ve been fighting, screaming, throwing insults, just like he had when he had been arrested months prior. When Hero arrested him. 

Instead, Villain had been bent down kissing his shoes. 

Hero’s.

Shoes.

It couldn’t be Villain. Villain would have never done anything remotely similar, not ever, and he definitely wouldn’t have done it of his own free will. 

“N-no!” Hero exclaimed, an expression of shock and disdain on his face. In return, Villain's face fell.

“I’m sorry sir! Please, I-I didn’t mean to upset you!” Villain looked frantic, Hero had never seen him so unkempt before.

“Villain what’s- don’t call me- are you in danger? What’s going-”

“Sir,” Villain met his eyes, a smile returning to his distressed expression. “I’m finally better for you. I’m good. Superhero sir says so.” His hands clinged onto one another, as if begging to Hero. 

The slender man swiftly crawled closer to Hero, and clasped with weak hands onto Hero’s pant legs. 

“I’m a good boy, sir. I promise. I worked so hard.

For you.”

Before Hero could react, a rough hand clutched to his shoulder. 

“You like your gift? I worked pretty hard on it.” Superhero bent down, ruffling a large hand through Villain’s shaggy hair. Villain visibly leaned into the touch, his wide smile returning fully. 

“What… what happened, Superhero?” Hero managed, eager to shove the rising bile back down to his stomach.

“You’re pretty surprised, aren’t’cha? I guess I would be too if my nemesis was groveling at my feet.” A deep laugh echoed throughout the room. Superhero walked leisurely toward the kitchen area. “Let’s sit down first, I’ll have the pet make us some tea.”

“Superhero.” The footsteps ceased.

“Tell me what happened.”

A moment passed filled with silence. Hero’s gaze burning a hole through Superhero’s head.

“Damn kid, okay. Didn’t realize you’d be so excited to find out.” Hero’s fists tightened. “You remember when you captured him, yeah? Ah, he was so different then, so fiesty.” His fingers twisted through Villain’s hair.

“Well he didn’t go to prison like you thought he did. He was instead, the first patient in a program set to reprogram villains. To fix them.

And that’s exactly what I did to him.”

Villain nodded excitedly. “Yes sir, yes! I’m fixed now, I’m good!” Superhero’s mouth curled upwards. 

“And now that you’re fixed, pet, what are you?” A bead of sweat trickled down Hero’s face.

“Hero sir’s, I’m his.” 

“Like I said Hero,

A gift.”

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 23 - Alternate: Shock collar

TW/CW: Hidden whump, in plain sight, reformed villain whumpee, electrocution, telepathy, macial whump, hero vs. villain, Superhero whumper, hero agency Word count: 266

Reformed Villain walked through the halls, the big wollen sweater kept the sharp cold of the hallways away but they'd still rather freeze.

A group of hero's bumped into Villain and knocked them out of the way. Smugly they looked at them. "Move out of the way Villain.", they said derogatory.

Villain's eyes narrowed for just a second until their neck started burning and they cast their gaze down. "Excuse me, I'll watch my step.", they apologized. The burning on their neck stopped.

The group laughed and continued on their way.

Villain hurried away into a different sector of the Headquarters where less people roamed. They hated it, they hated the bullying and they hated the fact that they had to just take it. That's what they changed for? That was it? Their neck erupted in pain stronger now than before, they pulled the turtleneck down and claw at the magical collar tattoo. It looked so delicate and pretty, brightely blue. But it sent shocks of electricity through them at everything the agency deemed as a disobedience. Like right now. Villain sat on the floor and dropped their head between their knees. It wasn't fair...

"Villain? Where are you? I wanna speak to you.", Superhero asked telepathically in Villain's mind.

"Go to hell.", Villain thought. More sad and defiant. But they instantly regretted it as pain erupted in their mind. They could feel Superhero clawing inside their mind. Precise, mericless and brutal. Until they couldn't hold it in anymore and Superhero could tell where they were.

When Superhero's assistens came to collect them they didn't resist...

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt

@shattermind-8

[whump-in-the-closet]

Used for Bait

cw: death threat, knife cut, implies future torture

@whumperofworlds

Hero stares. Their heart is in their throat— threatening to rip a gaping, bleeding hole through it.

“Supervillain?” It’s less of a question, more of a panic-dripping breath.

Superhero ignores Hero. He holds a knife— silver-streaked—to Villain’s throat.

Hero watches as Superhero traces that knife up over Villain’s jawline. And Villain?

Villain begs. A stream of blood flows out with their words. “Run! Run! Get out of here—”

The knife digs into their throat, cutting them off.

Hero lunges forward.

Superhero’s voice is like the drop of an axe. “Take another step and they’ll take their last breath.”

Eyes locked on Villain, Hero comes to a trembling stop.

I’m sorry, says Villain. The apology is in their eyes. They don’t need to voice it aloud.

Superhero tilts Villain’s head up with the knife. “I knew you’d come running for them,” he smiles down at Villain. “Some hero you are.” The words are a whiplash.

Hero flinches.

“Don’t worry. I’m determined to use you for something yet. For now, I want you on your knees.”

“Let Villain go,” Hero snarls.

“Wrong answer.” Superhero’s knife flashes as it catches in the light.

Villain cries out. Blood carves a line down their face, from temple to throat.

Hero drops to their knees, the concrete stained scarlet.

“Good, good, you’ll both be still be useful for something,” says Superhero.

[snowshowerwriting]

Only One Warning

Whumptober Day 3: Fingerprints | wrongfully arrested (kinda) | "I've warned you"

Cw: Threats

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Was it so hard to just focus and work? Apparently, it was for Hero, who had been staring at the paperwork on their desk for hours. Although it was their day off, Hero had taken on a personal project to look into strange activities going on with the Supervillain. Recently, Supervillain had begun to encroach into The Hero Agency's territory, leaving subtle hints and crumbles of the organized criminal activity throughout the city. The activity had only been growing over the past few days. They had to even dig through for files in the restricted section of the Hero Agency.

Heavy knocks at the front door had Hero jump out of their desk. They frowned, glancing at their watch. It was 11pm on Saturday night. Who would be out right now? The hero frowned and got up as another set of knocks banged on the door.

They sighed and opened the door only to freeze as they made eye contact with Superhero. "Evening, Hero," she greeted, stepping past into the door. As she entered, the hero's apartment felt a few degrees colder. Hero moved back as their boss looked around their apartment.

"Uh..hello. What are you doing here?" Hero asked, a frown settling into their expression.

"I heard from some colleagues that you were looking for Supervillain. I don't recall assigning you such a project."

The hero held their breath, looking off to the side. Well, shit.

"No, but you can't deny that there's something strange going on," they said, turning to the Superhero once again. Maybe if they told her everything they've found, they might get access to more resources. "There's been money-"

"Yes-"

"-feeding out of our accounts into the companies that Supervillain backs up."

"Hero, I kno-"

"Not only that but the cases of organized crimes-"

"Hero-"

"-It's increasing amongst the commercial centers. More so than normal!"

"Good gods, just shut up for a second!" The superhero's voice echoed through the apartment and Hero winced. The hero's lips snapped shut and they stared at the Superhero, their blood pounding in their ears. "How do you think the Supervillain managed to get in touch with those companies in the first place?"

"...what?"

The Superhero took a step towards the Hero and rested a hand on their shoulder. "Look, Hero. You're a diligent employee and I wish I had more people like you. I find you incredibly respectable, so I'll tell you this. The Hero Agency needs the connection to Supervillain's Syndicate for a lot more than you can ever imagine. The money is coming out of the agency because we're paying them back. They've been in our territory for a reason, and it hasn't slipped my eyes. I hope you see me as a sharper person than that."

"And you know what? You're an honest person too, Hero. I like that too but... I can't have you spilling all these words to other people either. It won't be some truth you'll be telling people with your heroic grace."

Hero was snapped out of their wide-eyed stare as sounds came from the hallways. They looked down the hallway, spotting two police officers making their way over. "What's this?" The urgency in the hero's voice grew as they looked back over to their boss.

The Superhero shrugged, resting her hands in her pockets. "Don't worry hero," she said, leaning against the wall. "You'll be in detention."

The hero froze up and then was promptly crowded by the two cops who entered their apartment. "Wait, what?! You can't do this! Detention on what accounts?" they scoffed, stepping away from both the superhero and the cops.

Superhero gave them a chilling smile, "You've left your fingerprints behind on practically everything you touched. Rather amateur. Not to mention that the keycard entry system keeps records, even in prohibited areas."

"You can't do this! I'm not the only one who's taken notice of this," Hero tried to threaten, struggling as the cops had suddenly taken hold of them. "I'll-"

"Hero." Superhero's voice was stripped of all warmth, sounding alien and detached from any sort of care or feeling. "If you keep this up, you know where you'll go. I'm warning you only once. Don't push it."

The hero nodded, feeling the cold creep in through their fingertips and cause goosebumps along their arms. They stopped struggling as they stared back at their boss. Has the hero agency always been this way?

EEE I DID IT

i have to write my history paper for tmr now :') SO MUCH WRITING

also hero whumpee and (super)hero whumper r 2 of my fave tropes

[chaotic-orphan]

Delirious Villain x Hero Caretaker (5)

Read part one here // Continued from here

Heed the TW (and mind yourselves please <3):

TW: emotional abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, vomiting, forced vomiting, violence, elements of psychosis, psychosis episode-like symptoms, vulnerable whumpee, intimate whumper, older brother whumper, young sibling whumpee, gaslighting, manipulation, sick whump, sickness whump, illness whump, reuniting with whumper, PTSD, facing whumper who gave PTSD, bad family relationships,

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Villain eyed Superhero wearily. Despite all their training, all their progress, Superhero had a height and weight advantage over Villain. His broad shoulders stood proud, supporting his stupid head, with his smirk that made Villain’s stomach crawl. They needed to get out of here, to get help.

They wouldn’t make it to the door in the condition they were in, so that was out of the question. His eyes flicked to the couch where he was asleep not a few minutes ago, which felt like a lifetime now. He couldn’t see his phone. He needed to call Hero, but maybe it was tangled in the blankets?

“I can see the cogs turning, Vil,” Superhero said with a happy sigh. “If you’re hoping that your precious Hero comes to save you in time, don’t. They’re too busy saving someone worth saving.”

“Shut up!” Villain growled, pushing at Superhero’s chest with their free hand. “Get off of me!”

Superhero chuckled, tsking and shaking his head at Villain’s outburst. Villain’s heart didn’t forget to beat after that, the guilt at his Brother’s disappointment didn’t still affect him. It didn’t.

“Where are your manners, Vil? Jeez, does Hero just let you run wild? That must be so annoying for them.”

“Hero loves me.”

Superhero leaned in, dark eyes glittering with malice. “Oh yeah? Then why aren’t they here looking after you?”

Villain’s face scrunched up. “Because you sent them away!”

“Or are they just so tired with you that they had to get out of the house for a while. It seems like the latter to me. God, I remember how annoying you were. Nobody, not even Hero has enough patience to handle you.”

“Hero loves me,” Villain said again, this time a little quieter.

“No. They don’t. They probably just feel sorry for you and how pathetic you are. Like a wounded baby bird whose wings are too weak to make it fly.”

“My life doesn’t concern you anymore! You don’t have to interact with me on a daily basis! Please let me go. Please, Brother, please.”

Superhero pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush. No begging yet, Vil. It’s unbecoming.”

Without warning, Superhero yanked Villain off the wall and was about to throw him to the floor when the pair froze. Villain’s ringtone played mutely from the bedroom. Villain’s eyes widened.

Hero.

Superhero recovered quicker than Villain, a cruel grin on his face as he started dragging Villain towards the bedroom. He got a hand on the back of Villain’s neck and shoved him down so Villain had to walk awkwardly bent over. Superhero opened the door to the bedroom and saw the phone lighting up on the bed.

He threw Villain to the ground beside the bed, laughing as Villain stumbled before he hit the floor with a groan, grabbing Villain’s phone off the bed.

“Aww, Vil. It’s Hero. Probably calling you to tell you that they’re leaving you.”

“Shut up,” Villain hissed, rubbing their hip that took the brunt of the impact.

Superhero turned Villain’s phone to Villain so they could see the picture of Hero laughing, ice-cream in hand, a dollop of mint chocolate chip on the tip of their nose.

“Cute,” Superhero said with a scoff, then put his finger in his mouth and mimed vomiting. Superhero waited for Hero to hang up before scrolling through Villain’s phone. Superhero raised their brows, glancing at Villain over the phone. “You seriously don’t have a passcode or something?”

“Don’t need it.”

Superhero scoffed, turning his attention back to the phone. Villain moved to get to their feet when Superhero’s stare snapped to them. “Don’t move or I’ll kill Hero.”

That froze Villain in their movements, their heart hitching at Superhero’s easy threat. Superhero didn’t seem too bothered by it and soon his face split into a wide smile.

“Aww, look Vil. Hero text: Superhero,” Superhero paused, grinning down at Villain pointing to himself. “That’s me.” Then went back to reading. “Superhero said that he was short staffed, and sent me to West-point so I will be home later than usual. Sorry for leaving you again, there’s soup in the freezer if you feel up to it. I love you. xx.”

Villain tightened their hands into fists by their sides, clenching their jaw against every word that Superhero read. Hero was going to be home later than normal? West-point, that was at least an hour by metro from here and who knows when they’d get home… especially because—

Villain raised their gaze to Superhero who was grinning above them. “You weren’t short-staffed, were you?”

“Of course not,” Superhero said with a smirk. “I just had to get Hero away from you for a while. Hell, even Other Hero and Sidekick should’ve gone to central hospital but I asked for them to be transferred to West-point so we could have some long overdue family time.”

Superhero tapped on Villain’s phone a little longer and grinned after locking the screen, pocketing the phone in his back-pocket. “Just in case you get any ideas.”

Villain glared at him from the ground, a sudden overwhelming helplessness returning to him that he hadn’t felt since he was a kid. Since he moved out of his family home. Now it came back with a viciousness that threatened to drown him and left him clawing against it just to keep his head above the water and his breathing even.

“Now,” Superhero said, inspecting Villain with his piercing gaze. “What to do with you.”

“Just leave,” Villain tried. “Please. I don’t— I’m not apart of your life anymore. You don’t— you don’t have to do this.”

“Vil, Vil, Vil,” Superhero sighed walking towards Villain. “Family doesn’t quit on each other. They never give up on you. I know I don’t have to try and fix you, the truth is I never did. I just wanted what was best for you.”

“Yeah right! You just wanted what was best for you! Can’t have your little brother embarrass you in public!”

Superhero, to Villain’s surprise, softened at that. Villain didn’t trust it for a second.

“You’re right,” Superhero said with a breath. “I was so worried about what kind of shame or embarrassment you would bring on me. I didn’t want people associating failure with us.”

Superhero crouched in front of Villain, tilting his head to the side. A strange smile on his lips, that Villain couldn’t quite discern. It looked whimsical and yet sad, wait— was that a genuine smile? No. It couldn’t be.

“It’s because I saw our potential, Villain,” Superhero said with a scoff. “Y’know, it’s stupid, but when I worked so hard to be Superhero, to become the best and bring prestige to our family name… well, I pushed you hard too because I always imagined that it would be something that we’d do together. Something we’d achieve together. The best brother Superhero duo in history.”

Villain’s heart cracked a little, a swarm of guilt spilling out like a leak in a dam, constricting his chest. Villain longed to reach out, to close the distance between them to apologise for not being able to live up to Superhero’s expectations.

To tell him that Villain tried. He really fucking tried, but Superhero was always stronger, faster, better than he was and he couldn’t be the same.

He didn’t though. He tightened his hands into fists and stared at Superhero who looked six feet deep in fond memories and regrets.

“I’m sorry, Vil.”

It felt as if time stopped. As if the Earth stopped turning, and the world stood frozen. The moment right before a car crash, or something inevitable happening; the cusp that hides between moments like a trapdoor spider, waiting until you lowered your guard before attacking and killing you.

Villain’s voice was a whisper: “what?”

Superhero swallowed, forcing himself to meet Villain’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Villain.”

There was no joke or humour in Superhero’s face as he said that, again. Apologised? Again! But— but— Villain’s brain was fried from their flu because this must be another trick? Another hallucination. Superhero being sorry for something? Feeling remorse?

“I’m sorry about what happened on the outside, how people perceived us, what you said and did outside the house that I didn’t even think about how it all must’ve effected you. I’m sorry that I wasted all that time trying to correct your behaviour outside the house when really,” Superhero’s hand shot out like a viper to grab Villain by the throat, slamming him back against the wall. “Really I should’ve focused more on your manners and knowing your fucking place.”

Superhero stood, bringing Villain with him and threw him across the room. Villain tried to catch themselves before their face hit the wall by throwing their hands out, but they landed awkwardly on their wrist and the pain ricocheted down their arm. Villain hissed, retracting their arm but they didn’t have time to react before a hand was in their hair and bashing their skull against the wall.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Villain went dumb from the impact, their brain struggling to comprehend what was happening, but the pain. They felt the pain spread like wildfire through their skull.

The hand in their hair tightened and Villain cried out as they were dragged across the bedroom, back towards the kitchen. They tried to gain purchase on the ground with their knees, but Superhero was moving too fast for them to keep up.

Superhero paused two feet from the doorway. Villain didn’t know why, they just slumped to the ground like a dog in shade during a heatwave. They just needed to catch their breath. Or pass out. Either was a good option.

Superhero didn’t seem to think so. He lifted his hand suddenly, dragging Villain’s head up to look Villain in the eye. Villain hissed, hands clawing at the strong grip on his hair. Superhero grabbed Villain by the throat, slamming his head back into the wall.

Villain groaned at the impact, moving his hands to try and dislodge Superhero’s hand from his throat. “God. You really are pathetic, aren’t you? Did I not teach you anything?”

Superhero stepped back, dropping all contact from Villain who struggled not to slump down the wall to the floor.

Superhero took two steps back, running a hand down his face, pinning Villain to the wall with a harsh glare. Villain’s entire body was trembling at them, struggling to keep themselves up in case they needed to bolt. But Superhero’s eyes caught every tremor, every flinch or wince.

“You’re still fucking ruining everything. It’s all you ever do, isn’t it?”

“Fuck off.”

“You really don’t know, do you? You make people weak, Villain.” Villain froze at the emotion colouring Superhero’s voice. “You make people weak, because they feel like they need to look after you, or take care of you. For fuck’s sake, you can barely stand by your-fucking-self! You needed Hero to take days off of work to mind you while you were sick, like some fucking child! Do you know how embarrassing that is!”

“My life doesn’t concern you anymore,” Villain spat, tears pinpricking their eyes.

Superhero scoffed. “Doesn’t concern me?”

Superhero studied Villain’s face, the wince after Superhero spoke. Then recognition flashed on his face, putting two and two together.

“You didn’t tell Hero that we’re related,” Superhero said, tilting his head to the side, a smile gracing his lips at Villain’s silence. “Oh that is… that is hilarious. The person you love the most? You’re keeping secrets from them?”

“We are not related,” Villain said, their voice coming out stronger than they felt in that moment. “You are nothing to me. I left you and Mom, and Dad. I left. I made a life for myself, a life where I’m loved by somebody. Why can’t you be happy for me?”

“What, you think Hero actually loves you?”

Villain flinched at the words. “Oh you do, don’t you?” Superhero cooed, walking towards Villain again and grabbing their face in his hands. “Oh. You poor fucking idiot. You have no idea how much Hero hates you, do you?”

Villain’s eyes glistened with tears. Superhero slammed Villain’s head back into the wall.

“Do you?”

“Just leave… leave me alone,” Villain begged, tears finally spilling over his eyes. “Please.”

Villain’s hand reached up and curled his fingers around Superhero’s wrist, weakly tugging at it.

“I can make them love you again,” Superhero whispered. “I know how. I can make you worth something in their eyes, isn’t that what you want?”

Villain sniffled, nodding. Superhero cooed, brushing the sweaty hair back from Villain’s face. “I know. I know you’re scared, but big bro’s here now, hmmm? Come on.”

Superhero pulled Villain away from the wall gently, taking Villain’s wrist in his hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we—” Villain asked, their voice hitching, wiping away their tears with the sleeve of their shirt. “Where’re we going?”

Villain’s mind only registered they were walking towards the bathroom when Superhero opened the door. Then they started pulling against Superhero’s hold.

“No! No, no, no, no, no!” Villain cried, going limp and yanking backwards. Superhero dropped Villain, cursing at them for the sudden weight. Villain took the opportunity to roll onto their stomach, pushing themselves to their hands and knees and rushing forwards. They threw themselves to their feet, stumbling slightly, almost rolling on their ankles but they were standing. They bolted for the door to the bedroom, slamming their shoulder into the doorframe as they propelled themselves out and towards the front door.

A hand caught the back of their shirt and Villain cried out. They were yanked backwards, their head slamming off the doorframe to the bedroom. Villain fell like a sack of bricks and Superhero let them.

Villain blinked up bleary-eyed at the ceiling, the world swimming in a whirlwind of colour. Two Superhero’s appeared above Villain, shaking their heads, as if they were disappointed parents looking down on an unruly child.

“Look at what you did,” Superhero said, the words coming in and out of focus like pulses. He leaned down, crouched above Villain. Then a hand passed over his face and Villain’s head whipped to the side. They whimpered. “Ah. There you are,” Superhero said, only one of him now. “Still with me, Vil.”

Another slap and Villain whimpered, weakly pushing their hand against Superhero’s. Superhero easily batted it away, opting to instead pinch Villain’s cheeks between their thumb and forefinger and dig their fingers in until Villain’s mouth formed an O and they cried out.

“Listen runt, I didn’t want to hurt you! Don’t you see? I’m trying to help you. You’ve clearly let yourself go since the last time I saw you, and nobody, not even Saint Hero will love you if you’re fat and disgusting. You want to be worth Hero’s love, don’t you?”

Tears welled behind Villain’s eyes and they tried to turn their head away, not wanting to face Superhero and the truth in his words. Superhero didn’t even let Villain flinch in any direction before his grip tightened.

“Don’t you want to be someone worthy of love?” Superhero asked, his voice imperceptibly soft. Villain let out a pathetic yes, their voice muffled by Superhero’s hold on their face. Superhero’s features smoothed out and he nodded sympathetically. “I know. Come on, let’s get you up. I’m just trying to help you be worthy of Hero.”

Superhero helped Villain to sit up, openly crying now. Superhero nodded his head compassionately. “I know. I know. Shh. It’s okay. Big bro’s here now. He’s going to make everything better. Ssh. Don’t worry. Come on, runt.”

Superhero helped the wailing Villain to their feet, guiding them towards the bathroom again. Villain, resigned, followed along because they didn’t want to get hit again. They didn’t want to try and fight back and get beaten again. They didn’t want to be ugly for Hero, they wanted to be worthy of them. Hero was brilliant, perfect, why would they settle for anything less than that? God, Superhero was right.

Superhero gently pushes Villain to their knees, and tells them to: “open up.”

Villain felt the familiar fear creep back up their spine, making their hair stand on end. They shook their head, making to stand up but Superhero kept a hand on Villain’s shoulder, keeping them in place.

“Come on. You said you wanted to be worthy of Hero, right?”

Villain deflated. A part of them wanted to be perfect, to listen to Superhero and just give in, save themselves the pain. The other part was screaming at them, telling them they were worth more than this. That they hated this, and that Hero loved them no matter what. Strangely the voice telling them to fight sounded an awful lot like Hero’s.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything. I’ll do it all, remember?” Superhero coaxed, his fingers tracing Villain’s jaw and resting at their bottom lip. “Come on, Villain.”

Villain didn’t protest, but they didn’t fight Superhero either, so when his fingers pushed past Villain’s lips, Villain didn’t move. Only when they went far, hitting Villain’s gag reflex did Villain start fighting him.

They shot up from their knees on instinct, but Superhero’s hold kept them down, his other hand going to the back or Villain’s hair and pulling it, yanking their head back so he could shove his fingers down further.

Villain whined, shaking their head. They didn’t want this, they didn’t want this! Villain felt bile climbing his throat and he jerked forward, but Superhero didn’t move his fingers and they hit the back of Villain’s tongue. Villain felt the warmth climbing his throat, gripping the toilet seat and ready to vomit.

Superhero pulled his fingers out at the last second, and Villain heaved. It was only bile that came out, green-hued see through slime, because Villain hadn’t eaten in days.

Superhero clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Hmm. That won’t do. We’ll go again.”

Before Villain could protest, Superhero’s fingers were in his mouth again, unmerciful as they shot to the back of Villain’s throat. Villain grabbed Superhero’s wrist, pulling his fingers out. “Don’t fight me, Vil. We agreed.”

Superhero’s fingers hit Villain’s throat again, and they felt the muscles in their neck contracting as another wave of nausea hit them. Panicking and wanting Superhero to just let them go, Villain clamped their jaw around Superhero’s hand.

Superhero yelped, then roared and yanked their hand out of Villain’s jaw. “I’m—” Villain gasped, but Superhero cut them off with a punch to the face. Villain’s head veered down, hitting off the edge of the ceramic toilet bowl with a dull thump.

A hand in their hair and their head was wrenched back. Superhero’s fist flashed in the corner of their eye, and struck the same place in their jaw, keeping them straight.

“I thought we agreed that I—” punch. “Know” punch. “Better.” A sharp slap deafened Villain as Superhero released them again, their head snapping to the side. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you force me to, Vil. I hate to see you like this, but as your older brother I’ll do what I have to do, to make you a better person.”

A sharp kick to the stomach, once, twice, three times and Villain lurched forward, crying out and swallowing hard to keep the rush of liquid crawling like a tidal wave up their throat. Superhero grabbed Villain by the throat. Leaning his face in closer to them.

“Come on, Vil,” Superhero said sweetly. “You want to look your best for Hero, don't you? You want to deserve them, right?”

“Pl—please,” Villain stammered, choking on Superhero’s tight grip. “Just lemme— go.”

“Stop fighting me, runt, I'm just trying to look out for you.”

Superhero pinched Villain’s jaw between his thumb and index finger, his nails digging into their cheeks, drawing blood, and forcing their mouth open. His fingers found the back of Villain’s throat, pressing down on Villain’s gag reflex.

Villain felt the muscles in his throat tighten, the bile burning acidic up their throat and they lunged forward, Superhero withdrew his hand from Villain’s mouth, but kept pinching their cheeks so Villain couldn’t swallow. Only when he was satisfied that Villain was about to hurl did he let go, grinning down as Villain spewed into the toilet.

A lot more than last time, their stomach ached as they vomited. A momentary pause and then another bout reared its head and tears streamed down their face, sobbing as they let the feeling run its course out of them.

Superhero patted Villain’s hair like a dog. “Good, see. You did so good.”

“What are you doing?”

Villain froze at the voice. Superhero’s hand stopped rubbing Villain’s hair, but he didn’t remove it from Villain’s head. Hero rushed in, going to Villain’s side and get grabbing their face in their hands, thumbing away the tears.

“Villain, shhh. Shhh, it’s okay.” Hero cooed. Villain sobbed against Hero’s hands, the gentle touches. They weren’t worthy of this kindness. They didn’t deserve Hero’s caring love. This was pity. They pitied Villain, that’s why they looked so caring in that moment. Not out of love. Why was Villain so weak to melt at the kindness, they should be worthy of them! Hero shouldn’t have to see Villain like this. “I’m here now. It’s okay.”

Hero glanced back at Superhero, eyes narrowed into a glare. “What are you doing here?!”

“I knew you would be away for a while today, Hero. And I knew you would be worried sick about your ill partner so I thought I would come and look after them for you.”

Hero’s eyes found Villain’s, searching, scanning for any sign that Superhero was lying. Villain was skittish and heaving, not meeting Hero’s eyes. There was something wrong, was it just vomiting? Being sick? No, this was different. Villain was incoherent and violent last time, now they were just… subdued and lifeless and terrified.

“You stepped over the line, Superhero,” Hero said firmly, eyes burning down at their lover. “Please wait in the living room while I help them to bed.”

Superhero’s eyes met Villain’s over Hero’s shoulder, a sadistic smile on his lips. He brought a finger to his lips and pointed down at Hero. Then drew a line across his throat and mimicked Hero being killed.

“Of course, Hero,” Superhero said easily, while Villain’s trembles intensified. Hero waited until Superhero had walked out the door before looking back at Villain.

“Vil, oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I should have never left you.”

They’re just saying that because you’re weak, Villain thought.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t ask Superhero to come. I didn’t know they would do something as crazy as this!”

They’re tired of you. They don’t love you, if they did they would have never left. You’re exhausting, you wear people out.

“Come on, Vil. Talk to me.” Hero said, leaning forward and pressing their forehead against Villain’s. Villain could feel Hero’s warm breath fanning against their face. They weren’t even worthy of this. “Shhh. Vil, it’s okay. I’m here now and I’m not leaving.”

When Hero wrapped their arms around Villain, Villain couldn’t hold it together anymore and they broke down into sobs that wracked their entire body. Their fingers turned to claws in Hero’s shirt, bunching it and holding on and not wanting to let go.

They were weak, they were so weak that they made the people they loved weak for them. It bled through from Villain into them, and now they were breaking Hero’s heart. They didn’t deserve Hero’s heart. They didn’t deserve any of this comfort and warmth and love.

Hero held them tightly and kissed their hair and cheek and anything their lips could reach, whispering reassurances and telling them that they loved them.

When Villain’s sobs had calmed down to mere whimpers and sniffles, Hero moved them, putting one hand under their legs and the other under their shoulders and lifted them like they were a baby. Villain curled into Hero’s embrace, a deep red blush filling their face with warmth.

Hero shouldn’t have to do this, to be the strong one. Villain was the strong one! God what happened to them?! Why couldn’t they just be perfect for Hero?

Hero put them into bed, lying beside them under the covers. They tilted Villain’s head down to lie on top of Hero’s chest, hearing their heartbeat. They were a tangle of limbs.

“What about,” Villain sniffed, “Superhero?”

Hero’s eyes darkened. “Let him wait. You’re my priority, Villain. You always will be. Never forget that.”

Villain sniffed, fresh tears streaming down their cheeks. “I love you Hero.” They said even though it broke their heart to say that. Weak! So weak!

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” Hero whispered into Villain’s hair, kissing the top of their head.

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Christmas Snippet 2023

Supervillain had just finished making a steaming mug of hot chocolate when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be at this hour?” they wondered.

They approached the front door to their mansion. It had better not be any Christmas carolers, they didn’t have the time or patience for that. Supervillain opened the door and saw no one. Oh brother, a ding-dong ditcher? On Christmas Eve? Supervillain was about to close the door when something brightly colored caught their eye.

A large parcel lay on their doorstep, brightly wrapped in red and green paper and topped with a gold bow. Supervillain tilted their head, puzzled. They usually didn’t receive gifts from anyone this time of year- or any time for that matter- unless it was a trap. Supervillain bent down to examine it. They picked up a small, glitter-covered tag and read a neatly scribbled note.

To: Supervillain

From: Superhero

May this Christmas gift be an offering of peace

Supervillain scoffed. Definitely a trap then. They were just about to close the door when they heard a very faint whimper from inside the box. Their eyes widened. That better not have been what they thought it was. They lifted the box with their powers- it was quite heavy- and hastily brought it inside, closing the door behind them.

Supervillain worked quickly to tear off the paper. Underneath was a thick, metal box. Lifting the lid, Supervillain held in a gasp at what they saw. Nestled in the padded box was Hero, a gas mask strapped to their face and several straps restraining them tightly. Angry, purple bruises and red gashes littered their battered body, and their suit was in tatters. One of their eyes was black and swollen, and they had burn marks between some of the gashes. Hero had put up quite a fight before ending up in the box. They whimpered in their sleep, as even their dreams couldn’t remove the pain.

Supervillain quickly undid the straps and pulled off the gas mask, gently lifting Hero into their arms. They carried the crime-fighter over to the couch and laid them down, leaving to get a med kit.

…

Hero stirred on a soft surface. They opened bleary eyes to a grand yet cozy living room. They tried to sit up, but strong hands pushed them back down.

“No, no, stay down,” a voice said, “you’re very hurt.”

Hero’s vision cleared up and their eyes widened.

“S-Supervillain-”

“Shh, yes, it’s me,” Supervillain admitted, “it’s alright, I won’t hurt you. It seems Superhero’s done enough of that already.”

Hero sniffled, tears brimming in their eyes.

“M-my whole team, actually,” Hero said, wiping their tears.

Supervillain stiffened, their gaze becoming dark and hard.

“What?”

“I…I shouldn’t have said that. Forget I said anything.”

Supervillain took one of Hero’s hands- it was heavily bandaged- and looked them in the eye.

“You are going to tell me everything now,” they said, “or I will kill all of them this very minute.”

Hero blinked in fear, and Supervillain sighed.

“Please,” they added, their tone softer, “tell me what happened.”

Hero gulped, and told Supervillain everything.

The plan was Superhero’s. Supervillain had been wreaking havoc on the city since Thanksgiving, and enough was enough. The heroes weren’t strong enough to stop them, but maybe if they had a peace offering…

“Hero,” Superhero had said, “meet me in the training room, please.”

Hero thought it was an odd request, considering it was Christmas Eve, but they didn’t have any plans, so they did as they were told. Once they arrived, the doors swung shut behind them, locking in place.

“Superhero?” Hero asked, “what is this?”

“I’m sorry, Hero,” the older crime-fighter said, “you’ve been a loyal upholder of justice, but we need results now.”

Hero’s team came out of the shadows, surrounding them.

“I hope you understand.”

“Superhero, wait-”

The blast of fire came from the left, the electricity from the right, and the throwing stars went right into their back. Hero cried out, forming an ice dome to shield themselves. Superhero slammed their fists into it, making it shatter. They landed a few good hits right to Hero’s face, while Vigilante got them a few times with a knife. Every attempt Hero made to fight back was weakened by Teammate 1’s fire and Teammate 2’s electricity.

‘Stop it! Stop it!” Hero screamed, “I haven’t done anything!”

Eventually, Superhero put them out of their misery. A sharp pinch in their neck, and Hero quickly went limp. Their former team stepped away to let them breathe.

“Why?” Hero breathed tearfully.

“It had to be someone, Hero,” Superhero said, “you just happened to be the weak link.”

Hero’s vision faded just as Vigilante approached them with the straps.

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity.

“I’ll murder each and every one of them,” Supervillain promised quietly.

“But you said you’d kill them if I didn’t tell you!” Hero protested.

“My dear little Hero,” Supervillain said gently, cupping the side of Hero’s face with a hand, “they don’t deserve your mercy.”

“Please, Supervillain, don’t kill them, I don’t want that on my conscience-”

“Your conscience? You’ve done nothing wrong, and it is no fault of yours if I make myself the consequence of their actions.”

“Please,” Hero begged, fresh tears forming, “it’s Christmas!”

Supervillain sighed. They scanned Hero’s mangled body, their wounds covered in bandages and their eyes pleading.

“I will spare their lives for now,” Supervillain said, “if only for your sake.”

“Thank you, Supervillain,” Hero said softly, “could you please take me home?”

Supervillain paused, then shook their head.

“Don’t those so-called heroes know where you live?” they prompted gently.

Hero’s face fell.

“…Yeah… yeah they do.”

“I will go by your house and get your things for you,” Supervillain offered, “you’ll be safe with me.”

Supervillain got up to leave. They turned to Hero one last time.

“Try to rest, little one,” they said, “I’ll be back soon.”

Hero nodded, settling into the couch. They drifted off shortly after Supervillain left.

…

By the time Supervillain returned, all the news channels were reporting the vicious attack on the hero team. Teammate 1 had third degree burns littering their entire body, Teammate 2’s scarred body was still twitching and spasming from the repeated exposure to electric currents, Vigilante looked like a pin cushion with all the sharp weapons stabbed into them, but Superhero? Superhero was on a ventilator, every bone broken, their lips and fingertips blue from stage four hypothermia, and one lung collapsed.

Supervillain kept the TV off; Hero didn’t need to see any of that, it would only distress them further. Supervillain, however, needed the closure. Turns out revenge made an excellent Christmas gift to oneself.

[iwritewhump]

"You changed my life, not for the better. Now I get to return the favor" + payback

day fourteen of whumptember

2883 words

warnings: cursing, drugging, being taken into captivity, vague discussions about past abuse

this one took so so long for me to write and ive lost perspective so let me know what you think lol

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Villain taps rhythmically on the table, slowly pulling everyone’s attention. Once everyone’s looking at him, he smiles and lowers his hand to his lap. 

“Thank you all for coming.” he nods to Sidekick and Hero. “I know what some of you are risking being here.” 

The pair nods back and look around the table. Sidekick takes Hero’s marred hand in his and squeezes it. Hero looks down at her lap and exhales shakily. She looks up and sees Living Weapon staring at her. It puts its hands on the table and smiles. 

“No need to worry, we’re all here for the same purpose,” Living Weapon says. 

Villain taps on the table again, “It’s right. If any of you hurt anyone at this table before our job is done, you will be punished.” 

Vigilante stands up, slamming her fist on the table, “And what is our purpose? Why’d you call all of us here?” 

Villain raises an eyebrow and takes a deep breath. Vigilante ducks her head and sits back down before he answers. “Superhero has hurt all of us. It’s time he’s taught a lesson, don’t you think?” 

Hero slides down in her chair and looks at her lap. She ignores Handler’s pitying eyes and tightens her grip on Sidekick’s hand. He, in turn, taps his thumb on the heel of her hand and takes a deep breath. She follows and her hand relaxes in his. 

“In front of you,” Villain starts, picking up a stack of papers and showing them to everyone, “Is a packet of everyone’s roles in this. I want you to read over it, ask any questions you have, and tell me you can do it.” 

Hero flips the front page of the packet in front of her, then the next, and two more until she sees the one with her name at the top. She skims the first paragraph, then reads it through. Her breath hitches and she looks up at Villain, eyes wide. 

“Concerns?” Villain asks, walking over to her and looking at the packet over her shoulder. 

She puts her finger on the page and underlines one of the steps of his plan. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do this.” 

Sidekick peers over her arm and nods, “I can.” 

Villain pats him on the shoulder, “There we go! You two can combine roles and work out what works for who. As long as all of it gets done.” 

Hero tilts her head and stares at Sidekick. Her brows furrow together and she whispers, “You really think you can do that?” 

He almost laughs, “Without a doubt. But you’ll need to do this for me.” 

He slides his packet closer to her and puts his finger next to one of his steps. Hero nods and flips to it in her packet, starring the number. 

“Ok!” Villain says, standing up. “If no one has any questions, I think we can call it a night. You all can get in contact with me if something changes?” 

Everyone nods or murmurs confirmation. They all push away from the table and stand. Hero folds the packet up and tucks it in her waistband. She and Sidekick stay back as everyone leaves. 

Villain stands in front of her and smiles, “Something’s wrong?” 

She bites her cheek and shakes her head. Looking around nervously, she shrugs and frowns. “You’re sure this is going to work?” 

Villain nods and takes a deep breath. He pats her shoulder and sighs heavily. 

“It has to,” She says, a sudden urgency creeping into her voice. “If it doesn’t…” 

Sidekick links his arm with hers and nods, “It will.” 

Villain inhales deeply and forces a smile, “Alright. I will see you two in three days, make sure you get your jobs done, it’s pretty reliant on you until that night. Don’t fuck it up.” 

He laughs, trying to cut through some of the urgency. Sidekick turns Hero away and nods once to him, “We’ll see you in three days.” 

~

Hero fidgets in her seat, looking over her shoulder at Superhero. He’s in the kitchen cooking dinner and it’s time for her to follow through on her part of the plan. Slowly, so slowly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small vial with a faintly pink powder in it.

She unscrews the lid and looks back at Superhero again. While he ducks down to get something from one of the cupboards, she dumps the contents of the vial into Superhero’s drink. 

It fizzles as it dissolves into the iced tea and Hero pockets the vial. Superhero whistles cheerily in the kitchen and struts into the dining room with three plates balanced between his arms. 

He sets one down in front of Hero and frowns. 

“Where’s Sidekick?”

“I’m here!” He says, skidding into the room. “Sorry, I completely lost track of time!” 

He slips into his chair and inhales deeply, “That smells amazing! Did you get shrimp?” 

Superhero sets the plate down in front of him and grunts a confirmation. “I was promised it was the best money could buy.” 

“The only kind of shrimp one can buy: expensive,” Sidekick says, smelling it again. 

Hero shifts anxiously in her chair and eyes Superhero’s drink. Part of her wants to knock it over, part of her wants to dump it down his throat, and part of her wants to drink it herself. 

Superhero sets his plate down and slides onto his chair. He closes his eyes, mutters a quick blessing, and picks his fork up. 

Hero holds a finger up and finishes taking a drink of her water, “Why don’t you try the tea? I tried a new brand and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’d love to hear your opinion.” 

Superhero scowls, but puts his fork down. “What was wrong with the old stuff?” 

He puts his nose on the rim of the cup and sniffs it, tilting his head, he shrugs and takes a sip. Hero and Sidekick exchange a glance as Superhero chugs the rest of the cup, tilting it as far back as he can. 

Sighing, he slams it down on the table and looks at Hero, “Forget the old stuff, that’s what we’ll buy from now on, got it?” 

Hero nods and takes a drink of it herself. She puts the cup back on the table and looks expectantly at Superhero. 

He looks at her and wipes his face, “Do I have a tea mustache?” 

She forces a laugh and takes a bite of her shrimp, “You got it.” 

Sidekick raps his fingers on the table and Superhero turns to look at him, head dipping just a little bit. 

“Can you not do that?” Superhero snaps. 

Sidekick does it again and he smirks, “Gonna do something about it?” 

He slams his fist on the table and stands up. His hand wraps around Sidekick’s throat and Hero gasps. She pushes up from the table and grabs the back of his shirt. Tugging him backwards, she sees his eyes roll back and she steps out of the way. 

He falls to the ground with a loud THUMP and Sidekick stares at her. He feels his throat and takes a few deep breaths. “Thanks.” 

“What the hell was that about?” She accuses, her finger jabbing into his chest. “What were you thinking!” 

He takes a drink of his water and coughs softly. “Well if you’d been the one to get the poison, you’d know that it kicks in faster when the ingester is moving around. What I should have known is that it makes some people irritable.” 

He looks up at her and frowns, “Is it bruising?” 

Gently, she traces over his collarbone and stops when he gasps softly. She pulls her hand back and nods. “It’ll be a couple days before it goes away.” 

He nods and pulls his collar up to cover the handprints. He exhales shakily and stares at Superhero, then grabs his phone from his pocket. “I’ll text Handler, let her know everything’s on track.” 

Hero’s head bobs and she sits down. Staring at the shrimp makes her stomach turn, so she pushes away from the table and dumps her plate in the trash. 

“She’s  on her way here,” Sidekick says, taking a cautious bite of his shrimp. “Said it’d be no more than-” 

A knock on the door cuts him off and he sets his fork on the table. “I’ll get it!” 

He runs out of the dining room and Hero can hear the deadbolt sliding open. The door creaks open and Sidekick welcomes Living Weapon and Handler with warm pleasantries like Superhero wasn’t passed out on the floor. 

Handler walks into the dining room and looks around before her eyes land on Hero. She smiles softly and waves, “Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“How long has he been out?” She walks up to him and nudges him with her foot, rolling him onto his back. 

She whistles and squats down next to him. Hero shifts her weight anxiously and looks at the clock on the wall, “Maybe three minutes? Not very long.” 

Living Weapon strides into the room and tilts its head at the sight of Superhero on the floor. “Not gonna lie,” It says, leaning close to Hero, “I wasn’t sure you’d follow through.” 

Hero takes a step away from it and shrugs, “Of course I followed through.” 

Handler stands up and snaps at Living Weapon. She takes its place next to Hero and shakes her head, “Don’t mind it, of course you did your part.” 

Living Weapon hikes Superhero up on its shoulder and sighs heavily. It nods once and walks out of the dining room. Handler follows it, almost running to catch up. 

Hero follows after her and waves to Sidekick, “You should stay here in case someone comes looking for him. I’ll be fine, I promise.” 

With one last glance at him, Hero runs to catch up with Handler and leaves Sidekick behind. She and Handler get in the car while Living Weapon slams Superhero in the trunk. Handler’s lips purse and she starts the car. 

“You’re being very brave right now.” She whispers, turning the A/C down. 

Hero nods and stares ahead, forcing herself to extinguish the image of Superhero stuffed in the trunk of the car. 

Living Weapon climbs in the back and Handler drives off, kicking up dust and leaving the small, not-so-safe safe house behind. 

Living Weapon and Handler chatter the whole way to the abandoned warehouse Villain chose out. Hero tunes most of it out, choosing instead to let her anxiety get the better of her. It could all be a trick from Superhero, checking her loyalty to him. Somehow, Superhero managed to get Villain, Handler, Living Weapon, Vigilante, and Sidekick to work together for this. He’d offered them money, immunity, a blind eye, whatever they wanted. She chews on the inside of her cheek and thinks about how this was a ploy to get her alone in a way the news would believe and have the rest of her mutilated. 

Somehow, Superhero had the time to get everything planned, and managed to keep her in the dark about it. And it would turn out he’s not even actually drugged and Sidekick got her kool-aid powder instead of actual knock-out powder. 

Then, Hero thinks about Sidekick working against her. She thinks about just thirty minutes ago when he let her touch freshly bruised skin and didn’t pull away. She shakes her head, Superhero is really drugged in the trunk of this car and he’s in no way in kahoots with anyone else about tonight. 

Handler parks the car and steps out, she glances at Living Weapon through the rear view mirror and they have a silent conversation Hero wishes she could be a part of. 

“You can follow me, hun.” Handler says, getting out of the car. Living Weapon’ll take care of Superhero. We should probably check in with Villain. I don’t know if you’re supposed to be here or not.” 

Hero’s heart speeds up as she falls into step behind Handler. “I don’t think so. It wasn’t in the packet, but I wanted to make sure-I wanted to see him…” 

Handler nods quickly and sighs, “I get it. Hey, that’s why I’m here.” she pauses and looks over her shoulder at Hero. “Well, I’m here mostly for Living Weapon.” 

She stops in front of a door and turns to face it. Knocking on it rhythmically, she takes a step to the side and the door springs open. Hero follows her through the door, down the stairs and into a room. 

Vigilante nods to Handler and pulls her leg up to her chest, resting her chin on her knee. She looks at Hero and her face scrunches. ���What’re you doing here?” 

Handler takes a step between the two and lowers her hands to her side. “She’s fine. If you have an issue with her being here, ask Villain.” 

“Maybe I will,” she snaps back. 

Hero clears her throat and leans forward slightly, “Where is Villain? 

Vigilante rolls her eyes and points behind her to a closed door. “He said he was getting a few more things ready. I don’t know why he waited until the last minute to do his part-he planned this whole damn thing.” 

The door opens and Villain strides out, hands resting at his side. “And what would you have done about Superhero, Vigilante?” 

Vigilante jumps and her cheeks turn pink, “Sorry.” 

Villain walks past her and smiles warmly at Hero and Handler, “He’s here?” 

Hero exhales slowly and allows herself to relax when Villain doesn’t question her presence.

Excitedly, Handler says, “Living Weapon is putting him in the cell right now. We’ve got him.” 

Villain closes his eyes and exhales shakily. He looks around with teary eyes and bites his cheek. Half laughing, half sobbing, he covers his mouth. “We did it.” 

Tears stream down his face and he wipes his eyes with his sleeves. He sniffles and looks at Hero. “Do you want to come and see him?” 

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Nodding, she follows him out of the room and down a hallway. At the very end, Villain stops and knocks on a door. “It’s me, let us in!” 

Hero closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The door opens and she grabs onto Villain’s arm. He looks at her, then at her hand wrapped around his arm, and takes her hand in his. “Let’s go in together.” 

Living Weapon walks out of the room and nods to the pair as he walks away, “He’s waking up.” 

Hero’s grip tightens on Villain’s hand and she pulls back. “Maybe I should just stay back. For now.” 

She doesn’t want him to know she was a part of this. Not yet. Not ever, if possible. 

“It’s up to you,” Villain says, letting go of her. “But I think it’ll be good for you to see him like this. He can’t hurt you from the cell.” 

She bites her cheek and scoffs, “You don’t know that. He can do a lot.” 

Villain walks into the room and leaves Hero behind, “I’ll leave the door open. Come in if you can, it’ll be worth it.” 

Hero crosses her arms in front of her and leans against the wall, listening intently. 

Something crashes against a wall and someone slams their fist against the bars of the cage. Superhero shouts, “Where the hell am I?!” 

She can practically see Villain. His eyebrows raised and arms at his side. 

“You’re somewhere you can’t hurt anyone again.” He says, voice level and commanding. 

Superhero spits, “And where’s Hero? Don’t tell me she’s not in on this, she’s the only way you’d be able to get me behind these bars.” 

He rattles them again for good measure and Hero takes a deep breath. She squares her shoulders and walks into the room. 

She stands next to Villain and looks at Superhero. He rolls his eyes and takes a few steps away from the bars. 

“I called it.” he spits. “I fucking called it.” 

Hero stares at the ground and bites her cheek. 

“Look at me!” he shouts. “You don’t get to do this to me and act like you’re sorry.” 

Villain takes a half-step over and shields Hero from him. She looks up at Superhero and sees him seething. Villain looks at her and whispers, “You can leave if you want to.” 

Superhero slams his face against the bars and shouts. “No she can’t! She has to stay here until I tell her she can leave!” 

Hero sets her jaw and takes a step forward, close enough for her to reach out and touch the cage. 

“You changed my life. Not for the better.” she says. Superhero reaches a hand through the bars and grabs her arm. 

She jerks away, trying to free herself from him, but he digs his nails into her until he draws blood. She pulls him back and his nose slams against the cage. Roaring, he rears back and lets her go. 

“Now I get to return the favor,” She spits, clutching her arm. 

Villain herds her out of the room and slams the door behind them, leaving Superhero alone in the dark. 

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 30

“You were in my way” Stabbed in the back | Whimpering | Chained to a wall

Content warning: choking

"You know, you really are pathetic. I don't know what Hero sees in you," Superhero mused to their captive. Villain’s limbs were engulfed in metal, leaving them chained to the wall like a pinned butterfly. They were limp, showing no signs of having heard Superhero. “You’re more annoying than you are dangerous, you’re stupid as all hell…You’re like some yappy little dog that doesn’t know when to shut it,” Superhero smirked at that. “Well, I was able to solve at least one of those problems.”

Villain, of course, didn't respond outwardly. They couldn’t, not with Superhero’s powers flowing through them. Superhero had a vice grip on their mind, keeping them thoroughly separated from their own body. They were conscious–Superhero could feel the anger and terror pouring out of Villain in waves–but they were utterly unable to act. To the outside world, they looked comatose.

"You’re a nuisance, and I honestly think that’s the worst crime you’ve ever committed. I’d be doing everyone a favor by getting rid of you,” Superhero made a show of approaching Villain’s limp body, gently wrapping a hand around their neck. They felt Villain’s heartbeat, steady and calm even as Superhero could feel Villain’s mind jolt at the sudden contact.

Superhero squeezed, causing Villain’s body to twitch on instinct as their airflow was cut off. They didn’t wake. Superhero tightened their grip, smiling at the wheeze they forced out. They could feel Villain panicking, blind panic overwhelming any anger they’d felt. It didn’t do them any good. Villain could scream and cry all they wanted, but they still hung limp on the wall.

It was only when Villain’s face had begun going pale, when the waves of fear began to slow with their fading consciousness, that Superhero let go. Villain’s body gasped, and Superhero could feel Villain nearly sob in relief.

Superhero laughed, watching the red marks already forming around Villain’s throat. “I won’t though. Like I said, Hero seems to be fond of you. If nothing else, you’re good for keeping them in line,” Superhero gave a slow clap, grin sharp. “Congratulations, you’re just barely more useful to me alive than dead.”

[whumppromptoftheday]

"there's nothing you can say to make me come back to you," hero snaps at superhero.

"please, I did what i had to to keep the city safe."

"YOU KILLED VILLAIN!" hero sobs