#sidekick and supervillain

[avvail]

prompt #85

“You’re gonna have to learn how to breathe, kid,” the supervillain grumbled dryly, hand pressed against the hyperventilating sidekick’s back. They ducked their head, tears rolling down their cheeks as they clawed at their chest, attempting to get themselves under control.

The supervillain nonchalantly patted their back, somehow finding it within them not to roll their eyes. It wouldn’t be fun to torment their nemesis’s sidekick when they were in this state. That would just be in bad taste.

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Sidekick and Supervillain

I read a few stories about villains and heroes and I liked them, so I decided to write my own little story. Have a nice read.

The sidekick walks in the empty streets in the evening, ruminating about his day. Today, the villain implied that the sidekick was working for the supervillain. It was not true, of course. The villain was simply trying to use the hero’s weaknesses against them.

After the fight, hell unleashed. He knows the hero was tired, it was not his fault. But still, he cut deep in already opened wounds. The hero reminded him of his heart always plunged in darkness and of his powers.

While the sidekick thinks about that, someone comes behind him. He doesn’t usually pay attention to those sorts of things, but this time, it felt different. He turns around just to be sure.

The villain looms over him. The sidekick has only the time to see the flash of a knife in the moonlight before his enemy gets impaled on a spike coming from the ground.

The sidekick recognises this attack. It is not just a spike, it is a shadow made physical. No, not right now. He runs in the streets. Dark mist rises ahead of him. He is forced to take a left turn and go in a smaller, darker street.

He can still feel the presence, it wasn’t the villain’s. The sidekick breathes shallowly. His heart beats erratically in his chest, blood and adrenaline pulse in his veins. Behind him, it is behind him.

Almost instinctively, he turns around. He lets half a scream out of his mouth. The supervillain is there. In his dark cloak, he is almost invisible except for his glowing grey eyes. 

The sidekick can make out the silhouette even if he can’t admit it. Only people with shadows in their hearts can feel each other's aura. He is not one of them. He needs to run.

Hands of darkness hold his arm and bring him towards a wall. He forces on his arm, he knows it is not the right thing to do but he needs to escape, to flee. He can use his powers just this time, can he?

Shadows slip from under his feet and creep on the wall where the hands are. He can almost touch the concrete wall when the hands let go of him under his control. He turns around only to find the supervillain right in front of him.

The sidekick backs up in the wall, his two hands spread in front of him. The supervillain’s power is overwhelming his soul. The sidekick pleads:

-Please. I don’t want any trouble. You can do what you want tonight, I will not interfere. Please, I just want to go home.

The supervillain takes a step closer. One more step and they would be touching. His grey eyes pierce through the terrified sidekick. His gaze seems to examine him from top to bottom. He says with a collected voice:

-Why would you surrender if you don’t know what I am looking for yet?

He takes another step. They are so close. The sidekick’s whole body is shaking. He wished he could scream, talk, beg, but his throat feels closed and his mouth is dry.

-We are both creatures of the shadows.

The sidekick can force a small, whispered:

-No.

-Yes, yes we are. I can feel it. So can you. But there is something else I have felt. Your dread each time the hero speaks to you, your stress when he moves too abruptly, your very soul shudders when he raises his voice.

-No.

-Yes, yes that happened.

The sidekick can’t deny it. He would have but other words painstakingly cross his lips:

-What do you want?

The supervillain, slowly, carefully, gently places a hand on the sidekick’s arm. The sidekick is on the verge of tears. He lowers his head under the gaze of the supervillain.

-I want you to consider joining me.

The sidekick’s heart falls in his stomach. His mind is racing. He doesn’t want to betray the hero. He doesn’t want to be hurt. He can’t think. He can only beg:

-Please don’t make me.

-No, I will not. I don’t want you to join me out of fear. When you’ll join me, it will be of your own volition. When you will pledge your allegiance to me, you will mean it. I want you to take the time to think. I only want you to consider it.

The supervillain steps back, his warm hand doesn’t support the sidekick anymore.

The sidekick hyperventilates, whimpering with every breath. His legs can’t work anymore. He falls down both slowly and violently. He is completely panicking and he knows it.

The thought of being helpless like he is makes him even more terrified. He cries uncontrollably. He tries to soothe himself by holding his hands together, caressing his own fingers.

A cloak falls on him, like a blanket. He holds it tightly, hiding his face in the soft fabric. The perfume on it is pleasant. He sees only darkness, the deepest one. His muscles ease a little. Something caresses his very soul.

The supervillain is still there. In this moment of clarity, the sidekick can feel his soul. It doesn’t send any malicious energy. The supervillain was genuine in his proposal. This realisation alleviates the pressure on the sidekick’s chest.

He can breathe a little better. It is this moment the supervillain chooses to talk again with his calm, raspy voice:

-I believe, we shouldn’t have to hide our powers. It is a part of us. It is true that we can do bad with it but so can you with electricity, fire, light. It is in our nature to prefer staying hidden in the darkness, it doesn’t mean we can’t shine from time to time. What do you think?

The sidekick never thought about his powers like this. He always saw them as a curse to get rid of. He dares a glance towards the supervillain. His hair is as black as his. A variety of scars stripes his now naked arms. When did he get rid of his cloak?

A calming sensation compels the sidekick to answer truthfully:

-I never tried to think too much about my powers, I wanted to bury them, I was ashamed of them. I still am, maybe I shouldn’t.

The supervillain smiles. It is not a grin, nor a twisted psychotic smile. It is genuine, simple, and peaceful. 

-No you shouldn’t. Do you feel better?

The sidekick breathes normally now. The panic was intense but not for too long, surprisingly. He takes a look at the warm cloak in his hands. It is the one of the supervillain.

He feels exhausted, just like he does after fear takes over him. This time however, it feels like a true break. He can tell the supervillain will not attack him now that his thoughts aren’t clouded by dread.

His shadows are touching the villain’s and vice versa. He has never been so sure about someone’s intentions. He could almost feel what the supervillain felt: he was calm and confident but not confrontational.

The sidekick assures almost with a smile:

-I feel way better now.

-Good.

The supervillain holds out a hand for the sidekick. The sidekick accepts it. He is brought on his feet. The supervillain guides him in the middle of the alley, where the moonlight shines. 

The supervillain takes back his cloak slowly so as to not startle him. Then he takes the sidekick’s hand again carefully.

The sidekick looks in the supervillain’s eyes only to be met with a tender gaze. The sidekick’s tears are gently swept away by coarse fingers. Is it what it feels like to be safe? 

The supervillain presents him his other hand. The sidekick takes it. Everything is suspended in time. Except this time, for the first time, it feels nice.

A voice echoes behind the sidekick.

-So you truly betrayed us?

The sidekick’s heart drops. A new kind of fear makes him light-headed. The supervillain seems to understand the urgency of the situation.

He takes the sidekick’s chin in his fingers and lifts up his head fast but gently. He whispers to the sidekick, his hypnotic eyes glowing:

-Look into my eyes, listen to my voice, open your soul to my shadows.

The sidekick feels his own thoughts slip away. He could take them back but the darkness invading him means no harm. He lets himself fall in the gaze of the supervillain. The dread of the night is soon forgotten, replaced by a deep peacefulness.

All he can think of is his hand in the one of the supervillain and how he wished to accomplish every one of his commands.

The supervillain looks up to the hero.

-Oh, he did not betray you. He is simply under my control. Sidekick, turn around, show your hero how well behaved you are.

The sidekick turns around without a second thought. The hero is there, far from them but close enough for the sidekick to see his expression of surprise. He would have shuddered if it weren’t for the supervillain’s hands on his shoulders.

-Give him back! He did nothing to you, I am the one you should hurt.

-Who tells you I am going to hurt him? Perhaps he is going to have a lovely time in my lair.

-Please!

-Sidekick, say goodbye to your hero.

The sidekick smiles innocently, he understands the supervillain’s plan. The shadows retract to give him a bit more freedom. He says with the sweetest voice he can muster:

-Goodbye hero. I love you.

A dark mist grows around them. The sidekick feels transported by it. His soul is his again. He realised he could have fought back and stayed with the hero. Instead, he played his part in the supervillain’s plan, he did more than expected and he liked it. The worst part is, he should feel guilty but all he could find was relief. 

The shadows lifted. They are in a dimly lit room. There is no doubt that it is the supervillain’s lair. The sidekick doesn’t need to turn around to know that there is no trap. He can feel it in his soul. There will be no surprises from now on. He has never felt safer.

Part 2

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we need more hero/arch-nemesis duos whose backstory is being bitterly, bitterly divorced

[bet-on-me-13]

Fenton, the Ghost Hunter Hero

So! When Danny first saw a Ghost attacking his school, he was still terrified of his parents finding out about his Powers.

He looked exactly the same in his Ghost Form, sounded the same, he even had the Hazmat Suit his parents had custom made for him on as a Ghost. There was no way anybody wouldn't immediately find him out if he tried to stop Lunch Lady with his Powers, it was so obvious!

But he couldn't just leave her there. She had crossed through the Portal that he opened, and was attacking his friends. He needed to stop her somehow!

So he tried, he just didn't use his Powers. He stole a bunch of his parents Inventions, fixed the broken ones so they actually worked, and ran in to stop Lunch Lady as a Human. The battle lasted far longer than he would have liked, but eventually he managed to stop her and shove her into the Thermos.

And from there on out, he just kept doing it. Danny became the Town's defacto Hero, since his parents were too Incompetent and he had the ability to actually beat the Ghosts, he had to protect the people he had endangered.

Soon enough people began to notice his Heroics. Mr Lancer didn't stop him when he ran out of the classroom, Dash stopped shoving him in Lockers, and his parents were Ecstatic when they found out he had gone into the "Family Business".

He still kept his Ghost Form hidden from his parents and the Public though. It was still too dangerous.

He only ever used his Ghost Form while in the Ghost Zone so he could blend in, and avoid being attacked by the multiple Ghosts who he had forced back in there. Danny Fenton was a Ghost Hunter, Phantom was just another Ghost wandering the Ghost Zone.

(Though he did gain some infamy by defeating some powerful ghosts, like Aragon or Plasmius)

Years down the line, Fenton remained the respected Ghost Hunting Hero of Amity Park, his greatest accomplishment being the defeat of Pariah Dark, the Ghost King.

That battle had actually drawn outside attention to the town for a change, and it wasn't long before Danny was offered a spot on the Justice League's Junior Team. It wasn't every day when the evil Ruler of another Dimension was defeated by a non-powered Human, so it actually sparked some interest in the Town.

Unfortunately, Danny couldn't accept the Invitation.

If he joined the Justice League, it ws only a matter of time before one of their multitude of Magic Users realized the truth and outed him as a Ghost. He couldn't take that chance.

He was content staying as a small town Hero dealing with a "minor" Ghost Problem, no need to overcomplicate matters.

That is, until the JL contacted him again a few months later. Apparently, their Time Travelers had warned of an Evil Ghost known as Phantom, who would one day grow so powerful he would destroy the world and leave it in ruins. They needed his help as an expert Ghost Hunter to track down Phantom, for the safety of the world.

Problem. This version of Danny had never actually met Dan, since his history went so differently. Now he is terrified of what event could have led to him becoming the Worst Supervillain in History.

[whatthehellami]

"Can we like, reschedule today's fight? I have an exam?"

"YOU'RE IN SCHOOL?"

[serickswrites]

Just Watched

Warnings: blood, gunshot wound, character death, revival

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Sidekick screamed at Supervillain as they rushed to Villain's side. Villain had collapsed in a crumple heap after the bullet tore through their chest. "Come on, Villain, come on," Sidekick said as they ignored Villain's blood that was pooling on the ground and knelt down, feeling for a pulse.

"Sidekick, really, it's not that bad," Supervillain said as they stood looking completely unbothered by the fact that Hero had shot Villain moments ago before escaping.

"YOU JUST WATCHED THEM DIE!" Sidekick screeched as they realized Villain was pulseless. They couldn't believe it. Villain was dead. Villain was dead and Sidekick was stuck working for Supervillain.

"You're being a tad overdramatic, Sidekick. I think we should--"

"WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU?" Sidekick began to sob. Villain was dead. Villain was dead and there was nothing they could do. They brushed Villain's hair off their face, "I'm so sorry," they murmured to Villain's body.

"What are you sorry about, Sidekick?"

"Villain is dead. I am sorry they are dead. And I'm sorry they worked for someone who is so uncaring." Sidekick sniffed.

"Villain isn't dead, Sidekick, they--"

But Supervillain was cut off by Villain twitching and suddenly sitting up with a loud cough. "Oh, geez," they gasped as they spit out a bullet into their open hand. "Remind me to never do that again."

"HOW?" Sidekick shouted.

Villain flinched. "There's no need to shout, Sidekick. I'm ok."

"YOU WERE DEAD! HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD?"

Villain gave a wry smile. "I'm immortal, dummy." They looked over at Supervillain. "What'd I miss while I was out?"

Supervillain shook their head and headed to the car. "Just some minor dramatics. Come along, we have a lot of work to do."

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"...So have you like... considered... *not* making another collider that could potentially break reality as we know it???"

"I mean I did but then i thought of what we'd be missing out on!"

"And what would that be??"

"More holes!"

idk im just thinking abt this au again

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Sidekick's Death -- and Hero's Rage part 2

Warnings: death of Hero's sidekick, grief & denial, bleeding and grievous injuries, passing out

Hero's breathing was harsh and ragged as Villain lowered her to the ground, where she flopped limply onto her front in the dirt.

"You can't..." Hero's voice faded as she sucked in another rattling breath, injured and tired and bleeding, beaten. But that didn't stop her from scrabbling at Villain's shoes with blood-caked fingernails like a wild animal, desperately begging.

On any other day Hero would never sacrifice her dignity in such a way, would never grovel at his feet. But this was different. It was about Sidekick this time, and she'd do anything for him. She needed to see him with a gut-wrenching desperation and Villain was standing in her way and--

Hero gave up, knowing she couldn't win, and laid limply on the ground at Villain's feet, sobbing and wailing wretchedly into the dirt. She hoped he would have the mercy to kill her too. She couldn't imagine living without her sidekick, her dearest friend and ally.

She was distantly aware of the sound of vehicles approaching, and knew out of experience that it was the media and news crew rushing to get a story and be the first reporter on the scene. But she didn't care. It was over. Sidekick was gone.

Grief and devastation stabbed her right in the chest, yawning open into a giant black pit of nothingness, of hollowed-out agony that knew no bounds.

She was shivering and shaking violently, and she flinched hard when she felt a hand on her arm, forcefully dragging her up from the ground. She cried out in pain as Villain picked her up entirely with one arm around her back and another under her knees.

Hero's head lolled weakly in his arms, and she struggled to fix her blurry vision on his face. But she could have sworn Villain himself was shredding tears as he carried her off the scene and away from prying reporter's eyes, taking her to who knows where.

"How could you let Supervillain kill him," Hero rasped weakly. "How... could you..." her voice trailed off into a whisper of breath as her consciousness ebbed and faded, and she mumbled inconsolably, babbling nonsense and speaking in circles. She was in shock, badly injured and unable to fully process what had just happened, her mind reeling. She cried hard until the exact moment she passed out, tears flooding down her face like twin rivers of agony.

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Hero woke up in a world of pain, and it took a second to center herself.

Wait. This wasn't her home. Nor was it the medical wing back at her hero base. Where was she?!

A stinging pain in her leg made her gasp and twitch in surprise, and she looked down to find none other than Villain himself, cleaning and treating her injuries, eventually wrapping them in gauze. She wanted to kick him in the face, but was terrified to realize she could hardly move at all, her body dead weight on the couch she was resting on. Then the memories came flooding back in a nauseating wave, and Hero's breath hitched. "Sidekick--is he really--"

"Yes," Villain answered without glancing up from his work, "it was all real, Hero. Sidekick's gone. I'm sorry."

"’Sorry’ won't bring him back," Hero croaked hoarsely, and Villain visibly winced.

“I didn't know Supervillain would take it that far,” Villain whispered, half to himself. As if it justified anything!

"You work with him every day!" Hero shrilled. "How could you not know your own ally well enough to predict this?!?"

"Watch your tone," he growled warningly. But his eyes were full of genuine guilt and sorrow.

"Watch my--" Hero sputtered for words, gaping at him with eyes filled with anger and hate. "How dare you! This is all your fault, and you have the audacity to tell me to watch my tone?!"

Villain raised his hands placatingly with a weary sigh. "Sorry. Just calm down, okay? You don't want to get your heart rate up too high..."

Hero stared at him.

He stared back.

And Hero caved, sniffling quietly as she broke down all over again, anger dissolving into anguish. She turned her face to the side in a vain effort to hide it, but her sobs kept getting louder as the grief plowed into her. The realization that Sidekick was never coming back. She'd never go on another mission with him ever again.

Villain hesitantly reached out but paused, not sure how to react or comfort the weeping hero. This was definitely not part of the contract of being a villain.

Cautiously, Villain took a seat on the edge of the couch, carefully laying a hand on Hero's shoulder in some faint semblance of reassuring.

Hero didn't slap it away like Villain expected, and he took it as a good sign. It meant Hero was accepting his help, to some small degree. Or maybe she was just too lost in the grief to care.

"I'm so sorry, Hero," Villain murmured, and he meant it this time -- there was no trace of condescension in his tone like usual, no characteristic mockery or teasing.

It was a raw, vulnerable moment for both of them, a mutual understanding and shared pain that went bone-deep.

Because Villain missed Sidekick too, in some strange way. He had never known him personally -- only through fighting him on the battlefield -- but Sidekick had been such a ray of sunshine that Villain almost looked forward to fighting him sometimes. So full of witty remarks and barbed banter that could make anyone smile and laugh, even Villain himself on occasion.

But now Sidekick was gone, and left behind was... nothing. An empty void, an aching absence. A hole in both Villain and Hero's hearts that cried out with 'something important is missing here', like they couldn't comprehend it.

Villain stayed there for a long time, gently rubbing Hero's shoulders while she shook and sobbed wretchedly, the sound breaking Villain's heart to hear. So full of agony and anguish. He stayed with her long after she cried herself to sleep when she was too exhausted to stay awake anymore. Stayed and watched her hiccuping breaths slow to a more even rhythm, though tears still stained her cheeks.

Only then did Villain let himself break down as well, once he was certain Hero wouldn't see him cry. He couldn't bring himself to show her such weakness, even as he grieved. He felt so utterly human right now it tore his heart and soul apart. He was used to dissociating from reality to get things done as a notorious villain used to hurting people on a daily basis, but he'd never felt so present, so here, than right now.

Tears were still falling when Villain felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out, the screen lighting up to show a new text by Supervillain.

Where are you? You should have been here by now.

Villain gritted his teeth so hard it hurt, and angrily stuffed his phone back in his pocket without answering. Supervillain didn't know this particular hideout's location, so he couldn't teleport into it to check in.

But Villain had no intention of meeting back up with him tonight. Or ever again, after witnessing Supervillain's brutality firsthand.

Supervillain was dead to him.

(*not planning on continuing this particular storyline*)

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[ladyathenawisdom]

Infidelity Reprisal Pt. 1

Warnings: Language, Cheating, Blood, Fighting, Gore, Explicitly. F-Hero, M-Villain.

2025

Hero was happy.

She was content with her sweet life.

How could she not?

She had an amazing job in which she saved people as a hero, obviously, and stopped crime altogether. And she basked in the glory of the people knowing her, the whole city knew who she was and what she did.

She had an awesome boss and good friends who supported her.

And she had an amazing family.

Her life was great, well, as great as life could be.

What she didn't expect was to fall for a criminal. Which should have been entirely impossible.

But she did.

And what's more, marry one.

Villain was one of the most vicious villains in the city, known to be the best of the best. Many other minor criminals were afraid of him and that said all about who he was.

But falling for and marrying him? That was entirely absurd, especially for the fact that she hated him at first.

Back when she was young and a new hero, saving people and stopping crime.

Hero crosses her arms, her eyes narrowed on the figure who was stood in the doorway of her apartment. "What are you doing here?" She questioned sharply, eyeing him dubiously as he would attack her at any moment.

Villain merely gave her a charming smile, bringing his hand forward from behind his back. There was a bouquet of sunflowers in his grasp, bright and sweet.

Hero falters, staring at the flowers. She didn't expect him to know what her favorite flowers were, but he did, surprisingly.

"What do you think, little hero?" Villain snorts, gently shoving the bouquet in her hands and walking past her and into her apartment as if he owned the place.

She blinks in surprise as he brushes past her, and she frowns, glancing at him. She fumbles with the door, scrambling after him. "Wha-? Hey-!" She turns to follow him, surprised at his audacity.

Villain takes a seat on her favorite brown coach, getting comfortable and looking around her apartment with a critical eye.

Hero squirms, shifting nervously as she watched him. She had enough people judging her taste and what she liked, she didn't need him to mock her or possibly insult her.

Villain paused, his gaze snapping towards her. "So?" He spoke up, eyeing her. "Do you like the flowers?"

Hero furrows her eyebrows, glancing down at the sunflowers in her hands. She narrows her gaze. "How could you possibly know that sunflowers are my favorite?"

Villain shrugs, leaning back against her coach. "I've been watching you." Is all he says.

"Like that's not creepy." Hero mumbles, making a face.

Villain grins, watching her. "I like to keep an eye on things that I...admire..." He murmurs, his gaze cat-like.

Hero swallows hard, shifting uneasily.

After that day, he kept visiting her. He kept coming back, with more sunflowers, mint chocolate which he also knew was her favorite, roses and sweet cards with words that he had written himself.

This went on for two long years, and Hero had kept it discreet unless her bosses found out and fired her for her incompetence and for the fact that the most notorious villain in the city, liked her.

And by the third year, Hero started falling for him too. It was the little things he noticed; when she got her hair noticed, why she wasn't going to watch the new release of her favorite movie series, why she hadn't gone to the book store, when she got a pair of new boots or leather jacket. He noticed.

At first, she had been skeptical and in denial of her so-called feelings for him. When she had told her parents about Villain, they had immediately scolded her for rejecting him. They were keen on his 'protection' and for the fact that he was Villain.

"Honestly," Mother had said with a shake of her head, disapproval in her gaze. "If a powerful person had tried to Court me, I would gave said yes. Just by your words I can tell that he's enamored with you!"

Hero didn't bother to listen to her. She would always come second to their priorities, the first would always be her young sister, Sister.

Time went by and eventually, Hero acknowledged the so-called feelings she had for Villain. When she and her team were fighting him, she had noticed that his lackeys would go easy on her. She was annoyed by that but said nothing.

When Villain had come to see her next time, she had spoken up.

"I'm not some weakling who needs your help!" She had snapped, glaring at him. "Your stupid minions barely hit me."

"Oh?" Villain raised his eyebrows, smirking. "You wanna be hit? That's a weird kink."

"I'm serious!" Hero slaps his shoulder, clenching her jaw with her ears a pretty pink. "I don't need you to...I don't need them to go easy on me, just because their boss-" She takes a deep breath. "Just because you..."

"What?" Villain leans closer to her, staring onto her beautiful gaze. "Just because I like you, sweetheart?"

Hero gulps nervously, trembling as she noticed the distance between them.

That night, she had her first kiss with him.

Dates happened, discreet and small. They grew into something much bigger, but Hero knew she got lost in something so entirely. A part of her said it was a had idea while the other said it was incredible.

She soon enough answered his sweet and what looked like an expensive proposal, with a yes. The wedding, it had been all her. He had allowed her to decide on everything, the flowers, decorations, cake, music, food, everything. He just wanted to marry sweet her.

And their marriage? Well, it had been such a sweet experience for her. Their marriage was of course a secret from the Hero Industry, they would no doubt call her a traitor and lock both of them up.

He was attentive, caring, kind and very needy with her. She wasn't a good cook, he taught her. She wasn't good at laundry, he had said that all minions took care of everything.

They went out every single night, or well, almost every single night. They both still had jobs they needed to do, and they made it work.

Hero would not hunt him or his people, while Villain would not hurt her or her team.

Life was good.

But Hero had gotten some horrible news, about Sister and her own husband.

Sister sobbed loudly, tears streaming down her face, sat on the coach in her parent's large house. "I-I-I-" She hiccups, "Ca-can't believe it-"

Villain was leaning against the pillar and few feet away. The only person who knew of his identity and marriage to Hero, were her parents and Hero herself. And their parents knew that telling anyone would result in getting hurt, or something possibly worst.

"He cheated on me!" Sister sobs, big fat tears streaming down her face. "On me!" She screams, trembling with heartbreak and rage.

Villain winches.

Hero watches her sister with something akin to pity but also sympathy. "Darling-"

"Don't darling me!" Sister snaps, pushing her Mother and Hero away with a wail. "That asshole is gonna get what's coming to him! Revenge will come for him."

Hero frowns deeply. "Revenge is not the answer. It's a horrible, horrible thing."

Sister scoffs, her eyes teary as she turns to her. "Oh, what would you know!" She snaps, sniffling. "Your husband is still with you, you wouldn't understand! But I will take revenge on that bastard, I don't care!" She snaps, storming away.

Hero had watched her go with sad eyes.

"She's a bit dramatic." Villain had said when they got home. "But not entirely wrong on the revenge part."

"Come on, I don't wanna have this conversation again." Hero says with a frown. "You know I don't agree with that."

"On revenge?" Villain asked, staring at her frown. "If someone cheats oj you, makes you feel like dirt, betrays you, you wouldn't want revenge? I would." He snorts.

Hero furrows her eyebrows. "I just don't agree with the notion. They'll get what's coming for them, but why would you wanna get revenge on them?"

"Because you felt like it?" Villain scoffs. "Because you felt betrayed and you want them to feel what you feel." He rolls his eyes. "You're so soft."

"Then why did you marry me?" Hero asks, crossing her arms, her gaze set on him.

Villain smirks. "Because of your many qualities, my love."

Hero rolled her eyes, a small smile ok her face.

And when she wasn't at home, she was at the Hero Industry, trying to catch villains and criminals.

"What do you mean?" Hero asks, sat in her cubicle in the main office. Her gaze was on Sidekick, who looked anxious as he shifted uneasily on his feet.

"I meant what I said." Sidekick says quietly, leaning closer to her, he hesitates. "Something is going on with the higher up's."

"Like what?" Hero asks curiously.

Sidekick paused. "...it has something to do with...Supervillain." He whispered.

Hero furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "You mean, that big crime lord from 120 years ago?"

Sidekick nodded, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "Yeah. I don't know what's going on, but they said he's back or something."

"But...wouldn't be old and about, 100 or something?" Hero asks in confusion.

Sidekick had only shrugged.

When Hero had asked Villain, he had tensed but answered nonetheless. "Their just baseless rumors, Hero. Don't listen to them. Most of the villains also think he's back but I think it's ridiculous." He scoffs. "Don't worry you're pretty, little head."

"But who is Supervillain, anyway? I mean, I've heard of him from others and kinda read about him in the Old Archives."

Villain pursues his lips in contempt. "He was a big shot criminal in the 1900s. Practically the King of Crime, he was ruthless, vicious and downright cruel to anyone who wasn't in his inner circle."

"Inner circle?"

"Yeah. He had people in his inner circle from high places, mayor's, lords, big business people, and shit like that." Villain rolls his eyes. "He had spies everywhere and anywhere. He got away with a lot of crimes."

"He sounds horrible." Hero frowns, leaning back against the sofa.

"He was." Villain scoffs. "He ruled the criminals of that time, bought them all, he practically built a whole empire. It wasn't until a few decades ago that he disappeared, something must have happened for him to just...vanish. And he hasn't been heard ever since."

Hero continues to frown, contemplating on his words.

"But people and villains alike say he's still out there." Villain says. "Which is ridiculous. But they say he's still out there, planning. That he still rules from the shadows, killing any villain that isn't worthy. They think he's searching for something."

Hero moves closer to Villain, cuddling into his arms. She sighs. "Searching for what?" She asks quietly.

Villain glances down at her. "No one know what..."

Hero felt the forbade feeling that somehow, they would all soon find out.

.......

[avvail]

prompt #82

“They said that I could go with them this time, and then they left for the mission without even telling me. I feel like they just have me around for the publicity and they don’t really believe I’m capable enough to do this. But I can. Hero just won’t see it.”

The sidekick sighs sadly, lips curved into a frown. They gently rub their fingers together, glancing up at the figure sat next to them.

“I’m grateful that you always listen even though you don’t have to.”

At that, the supervillain smirks. “Anytime.”

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Golden Apprentice

We’re going to pretend I posted this yesterday, okay? And I know it’s terrible I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of a better title.

Cw: violence, restraints, manhandling, threats

A fist wound in the front of Sidekick’s uniform, slamming them back against the alleyway wall with enough force to knock the air from their lungs. Uneven edges of bricks clawed at their back, latching onto the fabric of their jacket like thorns.

Sidekick gasped, but they didn’t have a moment to draw in a breath before a fist struck their jaw, snapping their head to the side. Fire exploded along their face, radiating along their mouth and jolting up their cheek, painful enough to make their eyes water.

They brought their knee up in a barely formed defense, feeling like they were fighting a force a hundred times stronger than gravity. They met nothing but air.

The hand bunched in their uniform ripped them away from the wall before their leg could find purchase, throwing them against the ground. Gravel scraped their chin as Sidekick scrambled to catch themself, sparks of pain igniting across their palms as the rough ground embedded in their palms. Words caught in their throat, half-formed and trapped as they choked out only a strained wheeze in protest. They had barely gotten their hands beneath them, bracing to stumble to their feet when a strong pressure on their back shoved them back to the ground.

“So this is Hero’s golden apprentice? The agency’s shiny new star?” A crude voice laughed, as rough as the pavement beneath them as the pressure on Sidekick’s back increased. Their assailant leaned forwards, shifting more weight to the boot planted just below Sidekick’s shoulder blades, and scoffed, their voice dripping with mockery and amusement. “The best and brightest? The promising new rookie?”

“Ff- ‘uck,” Sidekick grit through clenched teeth, blinking hard against the crackling pain that sparked through their skull. One arm was trapped beneath them, pinned awkwardly under their body and strained with the suppressing weight. With the other they made a grab for the sheath strapped to their hip, arm barely managing to move before their attacker’s other foot drew forwards, settling heavily to block their attempt.

The pressure on their back released, but Sidekick didn’t have a moment to act before a heavy weight by dropped on their lower back, knee digging hard into their spine. A hand grabbed onto the back collar of their uniform, dragging their torso up as so their assailant could grab their trapped arm. Nails bit into Sidekick’s wrist as their arm was twisted behind them, drawing a sharp hiss as they felt the muscles in their shoulder strain.

The hand released their jacket, moving to wrench their other arm back. Cold metal pressed against the back of their wrist, snapping painfully secure before the metal snared their other arm, securing their wrists crossed behind their back with a sharp tug.

“Shh’t- stop,” Sidekick spat, pink tinted saliva dripping from the corner of their mouth. In response, their attacker only forced the cuffs tighter, leaving Sidekick to wince as the metal bit into their wrists.

“You’d really gotten my hopes up, I hate to admit. Usually I’m better planned,” they sighed, exaggerated disappointment lacing their tone. “After I saw your fight with OtherVillain on the news, I just couldn’t wait to meet you. It just seemed so promising.”

Sidekick squirmed, staggering an inhale as they tried to fight the fog clouding their thoughts from the various hits. They were better than this, they had never lost a fight like they just had. They always fought smart, training with the academy or sparring with Hero, and when they lost, however rare, it was always a strong loss.

This could barely be considered a fight, rather a straight assault. Sidekick was tired, a rough scuff with Henchman had left them dappled with bruises and scrapes, worn muscles that protested with every move. It had been a long fight, and despite Sidekick’s eventual triumph, they were tired and aching. All they had been trying to do was return to Hero’s home, to take a hot shower and wash away the dirt that smudged their skin before settling for a long sleep in their own bed. The thought had snared their mind the moment they watched Henchman be loaded into the back of an agency transport van. It was evening, the last scarlet streaks of sunset were disappearing over the crests of the tall buildings, but the city was still settling into night, and they hadn’t wanted to deal with the publicity on the streets. So they took a back route, cut through a few neighborhoods down alleys and cracked sidewalks. They had let their guard down, stupidly allowed themself to delve into the daydream of a warm bowl of soup and ibuprofen, listening to Hero’s voice hum through their communicator.

They had been attacked from behind, their legs kicked out from beneath them. It had all happened so fast, their hasty flail of defense barely holding a few seconds before they were overpowered. The ear piece was ripped from their ear, crushed at some point during the short skirmish.

The pressure lifted off of them for a moment, rough hands twisting them onto their back before a knee planted hard against their abdomen.

Cold eyes stared down at them, the faint streetlights reflecting against their glare with gleaming, predatory flickers.

Sidekick had known it was a villain even without seeing their assailant’s face. No civilian would be foolish enough to try to attack anyone wearing an agency uniform, especially not one who had been featured across the media in recent weeks as a promising new hero.

Now, with that piercing gaze striking them like a knife, their stomach twisted. They were sure Supervillain could feel the drop of their heart, their lips curling into a smirk as Sidekick’s eyes locked wide.

“I wonder what the Agency would do to get you back. What Hero would do,” Supervillain mused out loud. “Their treasured little trainee. I’ve seen all of the interviews, the way they talk about you. They’re always so proud, they adore you.”

Sidekick’s chest tightened as Supervillain spoke, feeling the sparks of fear creep into their throat, burning away any words into ask.

“I don’t know how much Hero’s told you about me, but I have to assume it hasn’t been much. You see, Hero and I go way back,” Supervillain brought a hand up, letting their fingers draw over the red blotch swelling on Sidekick’s jaw, the beginnings of a nasty bruise. “There’s been a few favors I’ve needed them to do for me, but they’ve never had any incentive,”

Sidekick winced as Supervillain grabbed their chin, a wisp of touch turning into a throbbing grasp in a moment.

“You, however,” Supervillain’s lips curled back, expression caught somewhere between a grin and a snarl. “You will change all of that.”

Supervillain released their jaw, shifting off of them and grabbing Sidekick by the collar of their jacket, hauling them up as they stood. Supervillain’s grip quickly moved to the back of their neck, fingertips digging into Sidekick’s skin.

“I really hope you aren’t this boring all of the time. That would make things much less fun for me and much more painful for you.”

[whatthehellami]

"You just saved the world and they didn't increase your salary?" The villain gasped.

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Forced Family- Part 6

Part 5

Hero collapsed on the hotel bed. They had been up for over eighteen hours. No matter what they tried, they hadn’t been able to sleep on the flight. They weren’t sure if that was because of the altitude or their own worry, but it didn’t matter now. Hero quickly drifted off before they could think about showering or changing into sleepwear.

Hero was back on the rooftop with Villain. Villain was holding them close, their familiar warmth enveloping them.

“Why don’t you love me anymore, Hero?” Villain asked sadly, stroking Hero’s hair.

Hero froze in place, Villain’s touch no longer comforting, but suffocating. They tried to push Villain away, but they held them fast.

“Let me go!” Hero cried, but their voice barely rose above a whisper.

The rooftop erupted in flames, engulfing the pair.

“Come back with me,” Villain said, their voice echoing over the blaze, “I love you, hero.”

The fire was just about to consume them when Hero bolted upright in bed with a shout. They panted, cold sweat making their clothes cling to them. They looked around the room and breathed a sigh of relief. No one was here, it was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Hero got up to get a drink of water. They didn’t want to go back to sleep straight away. Out of the corner of their eye, they saw a shadow move. Hero froze.

Hero quietly formed two ice shards, approaching the spot where the shadow moved. They were just about to pull back the curtain when a weight barreled into them, pinning them to the floor.

“I got them!” Sidekick whisper-shouted.

Hero knew it wasn’t very heroic, but they opened their mouth to scream. Hopefully someone would hear them and- too late. Sidekick stuffed a cloth in their mouth at rapid speed and before they knew it, the gag had been secured with several layers of industrial tape wrapped around their head.

“MMM!” Hero tried.

Hero shot beams of ice upward, launching Sidekick off of them. They bolted to the door, but Villain blocked their exit.

“Hero, calm down!” Villain whisper-hissed.

Hero stared with wide, fearful eyes. They shot another beam of ice, which Villain easily melted with a shield of fire. Hero glanced at the window. It was their only chance. They made a beeline for it, but Supervillain appeared in the fire escape.

“Hero, stop,” they said sternly.

Hero glanced wildly around the room as the criminal family closed in around them. They shot a blast of ice in a wide arc, but Villain melted it with a counter-attack. Hero began to hyperventilate. Not again, they couldn’t go back, they couldn’t. They were cornered, they didn’t know what to do.

A sharp pinch in their neck told them they had lost. Hero screamed into the gag, falling to the floor on their knees. They sobbed and cried, holding their hands over their eyes. Villain approached them slowly, crouching down next to them.

“Hero,” they said quietly, “it’s okay- it’s all going to be okay.”

Hero shook their head as their mind and body started to slow down.

“Mm…” they sniffled.

Hero collapsed on the floor, unable to remain kneeling. Villain caught them and held them close.

“Shh,” they soothed, “we’re going home. Just sleep, we’ll take care of everything.”

Against their attempts to fight it, Hero quickly drifted off in Villain’s arms. Supervillain lifted Hero’s suitcase and led the family out of the hotel room. They’d be home soon.

Part 7

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