#supervillain whump

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Prompt #6

A Superhero loses their memory after receiving a nasty blow to the head during a big fight. When they get home from the hospital, they just go back to living their civilian life. They dont remember anything from when they were a superhero, so imagine their shock when they find the most nefarious Supervillain of their town at their front door, demanding why they haven't shown up in any of their fights since the last month or so.

[chaotic-orphan]

Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, all the power-dampeners suddenly fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I apologize if you don’t take asks, I wasn’t sure!!

I absolutely take asks! It’s confusing because I made Orphan a secondary blog by accident, and I don’t think the ask shows up but please don’t be afraid to send them!

This looks fun thank you very much!

*~*~*~*~*

When Superhero brought Supervillain to the Supermax prison, Jack and Rufus were on duty to bring Supervillain to his specially made holding cell. Fabricator had been in the Daedalian all week, making sure that Supervillain’s cell would hold him for his entire sentence.

Rufus was impatient after getting word from Superhero that Supervillain was apprehended and on route to secure him in the Daedalian.

The prison was called the Daeds colloquially, or at least that’s what Jack and everyone around him had always called it. The Daeds, not a very terrifying name but its idea was that the prison was like the labyrinth that Daedalus made in Greek mythology, keeping the minotaur at bay. Or in this case: keeping the Villains away from the rest of society and keeping the rest of society away from the Villains.

“Do I look okay?” Rufus asked for the seventh time since Superhero’s warning. He was sitting at the reception desk while Jack stood behind the reception desk, arms folded leaning against the wall, eyes focused on the doors.

“You look fine,” said Jack without looking at him.

“We’re going to meet Superhero; I want to make a good impression.”

“I’m sure Superhero will have other things on his mind than to notice you,” said Jack, voice dry and mocking. Rufus turned in his seat to throw a glare Jack’s way.

“I know you’re new here, Rookie,” said Rufus, knowing Jack hated the name, “So let me give you some advice if you don’t want to be a Rookie for the rest of your life. Superhero sees talent and professionalism as commodities and if you get on his good side then you get promoted.”

“Oh yeah?” Jack asked, raising his brows, taking his eyes off the door and looking at Rufus.

“Yeah,” Rufus said, a superior smile gracing his ugly, rat-like face.

“How’s that working out for ya?”

Jack suppressed a smile when the insult landed on Rufus’s ears. He opened to his mouth to argue back but stopped at the noise. Jack’s eyes went to the doors as they heard the familiar buzz of the prison doors, followed by commotion.

Rufus’s retort was lost on his lips as he straightened, standing up to greet their guests. Even Jack fixed his uniform before the double doors opened in front of them.

Sidekick came in first, tall, skinny, face hidden behind a mask that covered his mouth. Jack couldn’t remember his power but could tell from the way they held himself that Sidekick wasn’t one to be messed with.

Maybe the superiority came with the job description as Superhero’s assistant.

“Hello, Superhero will bring Supervillain in in a moment. They told me to warn you again, not to look Supervillain in the eyes.”

“Of course, Sidekick,” Rufus said, bowing his head solemnly.

Jack tilted his head. “Doesn’t Supervillain have power dampeners on?”

Sidekick looked back at Jack, eyes narrowing slightly at being questioned.

“Always good to be cautious,” said Sidekick coldly.

“Of course, Sidekick. You are absolutely right. You will have to excuse Rookie here, they are new.”

“Right. This is the way things are, Rookie,” said Sidekick with a roll of his eyes.

“My name’s Jack,” said Jack flatly. “Maybe with you heroes this is the way things are, yeah. However, in the Daeds your job is done, respectfully, Sidekick. We’ll handle things our way.”

“Jack!” Rufus chided, and at this point Jack didn’t care anymore. If Sidekick was going to be rude, then Jack could be too.

Sidekick narrowed his eyes further at Jack’s comment but couldn’t speak further on the matter when the doors opened again, and Superhero walked in.

A hush fell over the room. Superhero had a hand on Supervillain’s elbow as they escorted him in. They both looked like shit, but Supervillain was definitely the worse off of the pair. Jack noticed the Sentinels from the permitter of the prison follow behind.

Two stayed on the other side of the door, two more followed Supervillain and Superhero inside, standing like statues with guns ready to fire at any point. Their faces covered by visors, and Jack wasn’t entirely sure they were human, but they gave them the creeps, nonetheless.

Jack noticed Rufus bow his head and make a point of not looking directly at Supervillain, but Jack stared at his ruffed-up face as they entered. Supervillain’s face was covered in bruises, some an old, fading green like the one on his jaw, and the newer ones angrier looking, a mix of purple, blues and reds.

Blood was crusted on Supervillain’s upper lip and chin from what Jack could only imagined came when Superhero broke Supervillain’s nose. The broken nose and busted lip and blood trails only added to Supervillain’s already roguish appearance. A devil-may-care smile made its way onto his lips when he saw Rufus bow his head on Superhero’s command.

His grey eyes widened slightly when he met Jack’s, and he tilted his head slightly, smile growing more bemused than smug.

“Hello Rufus, good to see you. Have all the arrangements been made for the security of Supervillain like I asked?”

“Yes, Superhero. Uh good to see you too! All requirements for, um, the prisoner’s cell have been fulfilled.”

“Marvellous,” Superhero sighed, then nodded at Rufus. “If you will show me the way I can escort him.”

“Of course, Superhero,” said Rufus, grabbing the keycard from behind the desk and nodding. “Right away, Superhero.”

“Actually— “said Jack without thinking, and then instantly regretted it when all eyes turned on them. Two pairs unfriendly, one set tired, and one set of eyes curious, surprised even. “The protocol is you sign in the prisoner here and we take it from there.”

Supervillain suppressed a laugh, lips curling in on themselves as he turned his head away with a slight breathy huff.

Superhero cocked an eyebrow, glancing from Jack to Rufus for an explanation. Rufus was instantly at Jack’s side, slapping him on the arm.

“Forgive them, Superhero… they— “

“They’re new,” informed Sidekick curtly.

Superhero blinked. “I— okay? Nice to meet you, we can discuss this further after I have made sure that Supervillain is secured.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you beyond this point,” said Jack, standing his ground. “No member of the public— “

“I am not just a member of the public,” Superhero interjected, more confused than angry. Although Jack noted, Sidekick’s stare had enough hatred in his gaze for them both. “I am— “

“Not just a member of the public,” said Jack coolly, cutting them off, “but a member of the public no less. Unless you are officially authorised— “

“Of course, they are officially authorised,” Rufus said through gritted teeth.

Jack shrugged. “Sorry, I just didn’t see any papers. I have no problem letting you through if you have the authorisation, Superhero.”

Supervillain let out a squeak before he swallowed the rest of his chuckle.

It was Sidekick who answered: “call the Mayor, she’ll give the authorisation.”

“Not political authorisation. Legal authorisation.”

Superhero was starting to grow more tired by the minute. “Listen, kid— “

“Officer,” Jack supplied helpfully.

Superhero grit his teeth at being cut off again. “Officer, I always bring in Villains. I understand there is a need to prove yourself, however— “

“However, section 38 of the regulatory arrests by Heroes act says that in regard to the apprehension of Villains, and or, Supervillains, by a Hero, and or Superhero, a Hero will be permitted to bring a Villain into the custody of [Supermax prison].”

“So let them in,” said Sidekick, but Jack just smiled at them.

“You are permitted only to bring a Villain into the custody of the Daeds. However, I realise you want to bring Supervillain into the cell and make sure he is secured. In that case, I assume that you have an order pursuant to section 38, paragraph 3A.”

Superhero blinked at Jack, while Sidekick stepped forward threateningly. “Do you know how long of a day we’ve had? Just forego the fucking Heroes Arrest Act and let us through.”

Jack’s eyes were cool when they found Sidekick’s blue ones that were blazing with hellfire. Jack stepped forward, matching Sidekick’s stance, and thankfully he was roughly the same height as Sidekick otherwise it would have been awkward.

“I’m afraid this is a prison, Sidekick. Laws apply here. I can’t just disregard statute, and unlawfully allow you to enter to satisfy your tantrum. Unless you want me to authorise everyone to be allowed entry to the most secure prison in the country?” Sidekick’s jaw set hard, but they were the first to look away and step back slightly. Jack turned his attention back to Superhero who was far more amiable.

“I am assuming by Sidekick’s anger that you don’t have the proper authorisation to bring Supervillain further. I will take Supervillain off your hands and make sure they are secured and properly handled under our care. You have my word. Rufus, here, will take care of the proper paperwork you have to sign,” Jack said, taking a bit of joy in Sidekick’s furious helplessness.

Superhero, who looked like shit too, just nodded, rubbing their temple at the many, many words Jack was spouting. To be honest, they didn’t want to sign paperwork. They just wanted to get home and have a long hot shower. Order a takeaway. Relax.

“Okay,” said Superhero with a nod. “We’ll do that. Stand down, Sidekick.”

“But— “

“We can talk to the mayor, tomorrow,” said Superhero, staring at Jack with a measured gaze and a neutral expression.

“Give the Mayor my best,” said Supervillain casually as Superhero handed Supervillain over to Jack.

“He’s your problem now,” said Superhero. “Good luck.”

Jack nodded at Superhero, then turned and brought Supervillain through to processing. Only after the doors closed with a loud beep did Jack let out a breath, he didn’t know he was holding.

“Very bold of you to stand up to Superhero,” Supervillain mused, voice teasing. “What was your name again, Officer?”

“I didn’t give it,” Jack said with a shrug.

Supervillain hummed. “Of course, what is your name then Officer?”

“Officer will do just fine,” Jack replied curtly, heart hammering against his chest.

“Of course, Officer. And is your background in law, or do you just like to know your rights?”

“I’d prefer if we didn’t talk about me if it’s all the same to you.”

Supervillain went quiet for a moment. Then said, “alright. You’re a smart one, never give anything for free.”

“It’s just not professional,” Jack said after a hesitant pause. Why did he feel he needed to explain his behaviour to Supervillain of all people?

“Of course, I understand Officer. I’m guessing I never killed anyone belonging to you since you’re very calm and collected in my handling. Unlike Sidekick.”

Jack clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’d prefer if you stopped trying to get me to talk to you, Supervillain.”

Supervillain went very tense under Jack’s hand and Jack was sure that Supervillain was going to strangle him there and then. Then, Supervillain relaxed and nodded.

“I can respect that, Officer.”

That was it.

Supervillain didn’t speak again, didn’t put up a fuss or plead or try and persuade Jack to free him. He didn’t make another offer or attempt to start a conversation. He followed all the procedures up to, and including, taking his cuffs off when he was in the cell.

“This place…” Supervillain said, a shiver running down his spine. “It’s strange. Unnatural. With the power dampeners you can still feel your power underneath them, trying to escape but here— I just feel empty.”

Supervillain looked at Jack through the bars, grey eyes apologetic as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I just— I talk a lot. It’s strange.”

“I’ll bring by dinner and get the Doctor to fix you up in a while.”

“Thank you, Officer.”

Jack didn’t say anything to that as he left. He didn’t know how to respond and even if he did what would he say?

I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable?

This is what you get for the blood on your hands?

Neither of them seemed satisfactory to Jack so he left the room in silence. Leaving Supervillain’s words of gratitude lingering on the air.

                                        *~*~*~*~*

Rufus didn’t talk to Jack for a few days after “embarrassing” them in front of Superhero and Sidekick. Jack honestly wished he knew how to get Rufus to shut up sooner, or he would’ve done it weeks ago.

Alastair laughed when Jack told him the story in the locker room two days later. Alastair was pulling on his steel toed boots, sitting on the bench in the middle of the locker room while Jack buttoned up the shirt of his uniform.

“Damn, kid,” he said in his rough, northern accent. “I don’t know if I would have done that.”

Jack furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Alastair shrugged and said: “Superhero is a powerful enemy to have.”

“Superhero didn’t really have the problem; it was more Sidekick.”

“Same difference.”

“How?” Jack asked. “The law is the law. I can’t bend the rules for the superhero who seeks to enforce them.”

“I’m not saying you should. I’m just saying you’re braver than I am.”

Jack smiled at that, as he pulled his tie from his locker and wrapped it around his neck.

“Well, that makes sense. Your bones old and weary now.”

“I can still beat you in a fight ya wee shit,” Alastair said without hesitation. Jack let out a loud, bold laughter at that, and Alastair joined in soon after.

*~*~*~*~*

Alastair got off the phone later that same day and let out a sigh. Jack was just coming back from his lunch, and when Alastair’s eyes landed on him, he beamed with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Chef doesn’t want to give Supervillain his food,” said Alastair.

Jack wrinkled his nose at that. “Why?”

“Afraid he might hex them or something. Said he can’t afford to be fired if he tries to stab one of us later.”

“Just tell him that his powers don’t— “

Alastair waved Jack away. “Ya can’t explain all that high spec shit to the superstitious small-town folk, Jack. The only reason there’s a small town here is because the Daeds makes jobs, and jobs mean people and people mean towns and schools and — “

“So, what, did Supervillain not even get breakfast?” Jack asked, incredulous. Alastair shook his head with a resigned “Nope.”

“Fuck. Well…”

“That’s what I said too, Jack,” Alastair said with a mischievous grin. “I told Chef it’s fine. Jack is immune to Supervillain’s powers and that you’ll bring him his meals every day.”

“Everyday? I don’t work seven days, Alastair.”

“I guess he’ll starve then when you’re out, won’t he?”

Jack glared at Alastair. Then shook his head and sighed. “I’ll arrange something with Chef for when I’m not working. Maybe double up on meals or something.”

“God damn, kid,” Alastair grinned, beaming his handsome smile at Jack. “You just solve all my problems.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack said, waving him off as they headed for the Supermax ward of the Daedalian. “You just sit here and rest, wouldn’t want you breaking something if you had to actually work.”

“Come back and say that to my face,” Alastair threatened as Jack swiped his card to the iron bolt doors.

“Get hearing aids, old man.”

Alastair quipped something back, but the door had closed in that time leaving Jack alone in the hallway that connected the reception desk to the Supermax ward.

The closest ward to the Guard’s hut, and consequently, the Sentinels. Jack had to pass them at every corner once they got into Maximum Security. The cold, unfeeling things, always staring vacantly through his visors down at Jack.

Maybe they would bring Supervillain his food on Jack’s days off.

The thought of speaking to one of the sentinels scared Jack more than Supervillain starving to death on his watch. So, Jack would have to figure out something else.

*~*~*~*~*

Supervillain’s cell was locked behind locked door on locked door, on a locked ward from a locked corridor and buried under 50 feet of concrete. If there was any signal going awry in the prison, Fabrikator would know and would be alerted with her strange power that there was a fault and come fix it.

The best repair woman to have around, but her eyes were always a little to the left of you in a conversation, like she was seeing things that normal people didn’t.

When the final doors opened up to get into Supervillain’s cell, Jack took a breath then walked in. The door closed and locked behind Jack and couldn’t be opened from this side anyway. He had to wait for the person at the desk to buzz them out.

Supervillain was sitting on his bed at the back of the cell. His grey eyes found Jack’s and they smiled. His colour was better, his face a little less bruised. Now just more swollen than sore looking.

“I thought you were going to starve me,” said Supervillain, voice dry and crackling from disuse.

“Oh, we are,” said Jack, and Supervillain froze. “This is my lunch. I just thought I’d torture you with it.”

Supervillain raised his eyebrows, questioning how stupid they look at moving to stand from the bed. “I— “

“I’m just joking,” Jack said, smiling and walking over to the bars of the cell. “Sorry. The chef is superstitious. Afraid you’re going to control his mind and make them do awful things.”

“Who can blame them, really,” said Supervillain. His tone was self-deprecating, but behind it, Jack detected something sad. He pushed the tray through the hole in the bars, and Supervillain took it. “Thank you, Jack. Your kind to bring me this.”

Jack stepped back and nodded. “It’s a basic human right, Supervillain.”

“Some people say I’m not human,” Supervillain said, bringing the tray to the table and sitting down at it. Plastic knife and fork and spoon.

“I think with all the shitty things you’ve done, Supervillain, you could only be human. You scare people because you’re powerful, yes, but I don’t think that’s the extent of the fear you get.”

“No?”

“No,” said Jack, “I think people fear you more because you’re a reminder of who we all have the capacity to be.”

“Hmm,” was all Supervillain replied as he cut into his roast chicken dinner. Jack stood there for a while, more because Chef said that he has to collect the tray and the dishes.

Supervillain didn’t leave him waiting long. It must have only been five minutes when Supervillain sat back with a big sigh and a satisfied smile. Those grey eyes found Jack’s and his smile almost softened. Or maybe Jack was just imagining it.

“Please give my compliments to the chef, Officer.”

Jack let out a little awkward laugh. “I would, but they’d probably think it was a spell that you were using to control them.”

Supervillain laughed a little at that too. He picked up the tray and brought it to the bars, sliding it through for Jack to take.

“Officer, if you don’t mind, can I request a favour?”

“I can’t— “

“Just some bottles of water,” Supervillain asked, voice low and kind and a little pleading. “I can go without food, it’s just— “

Jack softened and nodded, taking the tray from Supervillain’s hands. “I’ll bring some more back to you at Dinnertime?”

“Thank you, Officer,” he said, his smile genuine.

Jack waved at the camera and the room filled with the sound of buzzing, the door opening slowly for Jack to leave through. He waited until it was closed, a voice in his mind locking down his nerves and muscles and rooting him in place. Just to make sure the door closed properly, and sealed.

The light of the lock flashed from green to red, and Jack could move again. He was fine. Supervillain was secure. He made his way back to the kitchens to talk to chef and make sure Supervillain doesn’t go without food.

To get to the kitchens, Jack had to pass by the moderate security prison for powered individuals. They were far rowdier and more boisterous than Supervillain.

“What’s this? Jack, you get demoted to kitchen duty?” Other Villain jeered. Jack ignored them and kept walking.

*~*~*~*~*

Jack was off for two days after that, and all they could think about was Supervillain. If he was fed, if he was starving, if someone remembered to top up his bottles of water.

It was driving them crazy. He should be relaxing but no, here they were, forgetting his grocery list as they stared at the multipack bottles of water in the supermarket and all they could think about was fucking Supervillain.

He needed to figure out a better way to make sure Supervillain had his basic needs attended to before he could actually relax on a day off.

Jack shook his head and went back to his shopping list and tried to push thoughts of Supervillain from his mind.

*~*~*~*~*

“Was Supervillain fed?”

It was the first question Jack asked when they walked out of the locker room. Rufus was on with them today and didn’t move or do anything to acknowledge Jack’s question.

“Rufus.”

Silence.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked up to the reception desk, slamming his hands down on it. Rufus looked up, a horribly smug smile on his face that made them look like a goblin.

“Oh, hi Jack. How were your days off?”

“Great. Was supervillain fed?”

“Hmm, Supervillain… Supervillain… nope,” Rufus said, popping the P. “Doesn’t ring a bell Rooks. Are they a new admission?”

“You’re such a dick, Rufus,” Jack all but growled, walking behind the desk and scanning his key card to maximum security. The door buzzed and Jack slammed it open, half jogging to the kitchens to talk to Chef.

“Hi Chef,” Jack said a bit breathless. He must have looked a sight.

Chef turned and smiled a wide smile at Jack. “Ah! Jack. Thank God. I have the voodoo man’s breakfast prepared for you.”

Jack followed Chef’s hand to the tray set aside away from the rest. Jack walked over and picked it up, thanking Chef.

“Did Supervillain get food when I wasn’t in, Chef?” Jack asked, turning back to face them.

Chef nodded proudly. “Yes Jack. I recruited Rufus and Alastair to feed him when you are gone.”

Jack blinked. “And they did?”

“Yes Jack. Or they ate the tray and returned it. Either way, I am happy.”

Jack’s hands tightened on the tray creaking the flimsy plastic slightly. Jack nodded and said nothing, he didn’t trust his voice to speak so he left with Chef’s comment hanging in the air.

A seed of worry planted itself into Jack’s stomach lining and ricocheted out into a ball of anxiety at what he might find at Supervillain’s cell. If he’d be alive or not. Two days without water, Supervillain could survive that right?

The anxiety didn’t leave Jack, in fact it got worse the closer they got closer to Supervillain’s cell up to the very point that he was buzzed through and opened the door to Supervillain’s cell.

He barely registered the door locking with a buzz as he half jogged over to the bars of Supervillain’s cell. Jack’s eyes went to the lump in the bed under covers and rapped on the bars with the tray.

“Hey, Supervillain. It’s breakfast,” Jack announced, his mind reeling with the same mantra: please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.

“Supervillain?!” Jack asked, voice rising in pitch. The lump stirred in bed and Jack felt the anxiety flood out of him, his shoulders sagging in relief.

He was still alive.

“Off— “Supervillain said with a dry throat, cutting himself off with a raspy cough.

“I have water,” Jack said quickly. Too quickly, too eager, why did Jack even care? Because someone had to so Supervillain doesn’t sue them, a pragmatic voice told Jack and he nodded.

It had to be that.

 Totally.

Supervillain moved slow, languid. Each movement an effort. Jack frowned. Surely, he wasn’t that famished from hunger?

It was when Supervillain turned to face Jack that drew his expression into a horrified one and stepped back. Supervillain was bloody and bruised, but these weren’t the old bruises. They were fresh, new. The bandage that Doctor used to set the swelling on Supervillain’s nose was covered in blood, re-broken. The stitches from the cut through Supervillain’s eyebrow was reopened, dark blood crusting over it and his lips were bruised and darkened by blood.

“What— “Jack began but shook his head. “Who did this?!”

Supervillain managed a smile, cracking some of the dried blood from his lips and stood from the bed. The moment he placed weight on his leg Supervillain collapsed, coughing and sputtering dryly, barely catching himself before his head hit the hard floor of the cell.

Jack put the tray on the ground and opened the doors to the cell before sense told him otherwise and ran to Supervillain’s side with a bottle of water. He put a useless hand on Supervillain’s back and Supervillain flinched.

The scariest, biggest, baddest Villain of all time flinched from Jack’s touch.

Jack took his hands off Supervillain as if it burned and sat back, giving Supervillain some space. Jack looked on helpless, worrying his bottom lip and said: “I have water. I need you to sit up, if you can. I won’t touch you, but you need to help me here.”

Jack needed Supervillain to work with him so they could see the extent of the damage. Supervillain composed themselves, sucking in a sharp breath with an arm wrapped protectively around his ribs they sat up, pressing his back against his bed frame.

Up close everything looked worse; his bruises looked angrier, his blood looked black, and his face was far too pale to be okay.

Jack opened the lid of the water bottle and handed it over to Supervillain who took it with a wince of a smile and drank greedily from it. They were drinking so fast that some of the water ran down the corners of his mouth and Supervillain yanked the bottle away with a sharp hiss as the water hit some of the cuts on his mouth.

Jack leaned forward but Supervillain’s eyes shot to him, wild, wounded and angry and Jack stopped, pausing uselessly.

“Sorry— “Supervillain offered; his voice had a little more volume to it now. He sounded like an off-brand Supervillain instead of the real, terrifying one. Jack shook his head and got to his feet.

“It’s okay. I have food for you too.”

Jack felt Supervillain’s grey eyes follow his every movement and when he turned back to face him, Supervillain had a wry smile at the open door to his cell.

“No fear of me escaping like this, is there?” he asked with a dark chuckle.

Jack placed the tray down beside Supervillain and back up a few steps, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall.

“Who did this to you? Was it Rufus?”

Supervillain shrugged weakly and winced again. “How do you know it was a Rufus?”

“They’re the only ones with keys to your cell,” Jack spat. Supervillain hummed, picking at the food on his tray and then pushing it away.

“Maybe I did it to myself,” Supervillain mused taking another sip of water, being careful to drink slower this time.

Jack rolled his eyes and said, “if you want me to believe you just got up and beat yourself bl— “

Supervillain’s eyes cut Jack off. “I didn’t say anything about beating myself up, Officer. Just that maybe as a result of my actions this is what karma has in store for me.”

Jack’s frown deepened at Supervillain’s reply, brows furrowing.

“You— you can’t seriously think that!”

“And if I do?” Supervillain asked, voice more like velvet again. He tilted his head at Jack’s expression, grey eyes smiling smug. “Just because I am a villain, Officer, does not mean I don’t understand consequence. In fact, as a villain, I think I understand it more than the average civilian.”

“You’re not in a prison to be beaten by the people who are meant to ensure you serve your sentence, Supervillain.”

Supervillain pursed his busted lips. “Maybe not. Or maybe, I’m in a prison to serve my time and repent my sins. I’m in here for justice’s sake. Perhaps justice means different things to different people.”

“Maybe,” Jack replied hotly, stepping forward and dropping to a crouch, looking Supervillain in the eye, hands bawled into fists at his sides, “but standards of practice don’t, so tell me who did this to you so I can bring them to justice. Please?”

Supervillain smirked and sat back against the bed frame staring up at Jack with smiling eyes and replied: “Officer, I did it to myself.”

Jack shook his head with a huff and stood, walking towards the cell door again and locking it. Looking back through the bars, Jack said: “Try and eat some more, I’ll get the doctor to come and check you out. Hopefully clean the cuts at the very least.”

“Thank you, Officer,” Supervillain said politely, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

*~*~*~*~*

After the Doctor saw Supervillain, Jack returned to reception, fury winding every nerve tight and hot. They moved faster, anger spurring him on more than energy. Once he swiped his card to reception, he threw the door open and stalked out, eyes zeroing in on Rufus’s back and strutting towards Rufus, looming over him.

Jack grabbed the back of the chair and swung it around.

“Oi!” Rufus exclaimed in surprise, but his mouth shut when he saw the look on Jack's face and an ugly smile spread across Rufus's face. “Jack! You've been gone so long, tell me, how is Supervillain doing?”

Jack didn't think.

He reached forward and grabbed Rufus by the collar of his shirt with both hands and dragged him from the chair. The wide-eyed surprise was enough of a gift, but it didn't satisfy Jack's anger. He didn't want Rufus to be surprised; he wanted him to be scared.

Jack pivoted on his foot and brought Rufus with him, slamming the weasel back against the support beam of the door. Rufus let out a harsh oomph and gasped when Jack twisted his wrists, turning his knuckles in on Rufus's collarbone and pressing down hard.

“You want to fucking ask me that again you piece of shit?”

“Who are you to do this to me!” Rufus screeched, indignant. Jack just yanked Rufus back and threw him back against the wall with ease. Rufus gasped out again and wrapped his hands around Jack's wrists trying to remove them but failing. “I AM YOUR SUPERIOR!”

“You're a fucking idiot, Rufus. You attacked Supervillain in his cell. Admit it.”

“I only admit to doing what any rational person would do to a scumbag like him.”

“You are fucking psychopath! He isn't a threat in here! You abused your position of power by assaulting him.”

Rufus's eyes turned murderous. “And he didn't abuse his power when he was terrorising people in the streets, did he? When he was attacking businesses, people's livelihood? How many people died because he could abuse his power?”

“You should know better.”

“No, Jack. You should know better. Do you really think the rules apply to him? If he's willing to break them, he should be willing to have rules broken for him.”

Jack pinched his lips together at that, the logic was there, and Rufus was angry and Jack should just drop it. He sighed, grip loosening but not letting go completely. “You're not the law.”

“Either are you, hotshot. You glib know-it-all bastard. You just think you're so smart, don't ya? Well,” Rufus said, screwing his nose up in disgust and pressing forward against Jack's knuckles harder. Jack breath came out faster, heart beating harder, lips curled back. “I know you're just another bastard kid from the Daeds whose father probably abandoned him when he saw you in the crib after he left you and your whore mo-”

Rufus didn't get to finish because Jack had shot a swift uppercut to his nose.

“YOU FUCKING BRAT!” Rufus wailed, stumbling to the side and holding his nose as blood gushed from it. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“What's all the--” Alastair said, coming out from the break room along with the sentinels who had drawn his guns at the pair. Alastair's eyes went wide, taking in the scene within a second and was already moving towards them, telling the sentinels to “stand down. I got this.”

The sentinels obeyed with a heavy shuffle, returning to his eased position guns no longer pointing at Jack and Rufus. He left his sandwich on the counter and Rufus saw him and cried, “Alastair thank god! Jack's out of control! The little bastard-”

Jack didn't think. They just moved. His fist was caught before it could make contact and they almost growled his displeasure.

“Call me a bastard again you fucking coward!” Jack yelled as Alastair bent Jack's wrist behind his back and slammed his front against the wall. Jack struggled, head butting back trying to get Alastair off them, but Alastair was twice as big and twice as strong as Jack. He just placed a hand on the back of Jack's neck and held them still. “Get off me!”

Instead, Alastair turned to Rufus and said: “go get cleaned up. I'll deal with him.”

“Be careful,” Rufus sneered, “Jack's gone feral.”

Jack struggled more in Alastair's grip until his wrist was pushed further up his back and Jack hissed in pain through gritted teeth.

“Go to Doctor,” Alastair ordered, “and don't say another word or I'll let Jack break something else.”

Jack struggled futilely in Alastair's hold, trying with all his might to push back but Alastair had him effectively restrained so he had to wait for Alastair's orders.

“Ssh, kid,” Alastair said, voice gentle as he rubbed a thumb over the back of Jack's neck. Jack's struggles ceased, a warm wave of calm overcoming him. “Deep breaths, come on now. It's okay.”

Jack took deep breaths, in slowly, feeling his ribcage expanding against the cool wall and exhaling again. “You're okay. Relax, that's it.”

It took another three long deep breaths before Alastair said, “okay. I'm gonna let you go now, and you're going to tell me what happened okay?”

Jack nodded, even though it was hard to do with his cheek smashed against the wall but still somehow, he managed. Alastair released him then. The moment his contact ended Jack felt that warm calm that overtook them rinse away like cold rain and they turned wearily, rubbing his wrist which was already bruising and looked up hesitant at Alastair.

Alastair turned and walked to the countertop, grabbing his half-eaten sandwich and nodded for Jack to sit in the chair. Half fearing Alastair wrestling him into the chair, Jack sat obligingly and stared past Alastair like a bold child about to be scolded.

“What happened?”

“I went to see Supervillain today and he was beaten within an inch of his life.”

Alastair blinked and took a bite of his sandwich. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jack asked, incredulous. “I just told you that a prisoner was beaten up under our watch.”

“And you assumed it was Rufus?”

“Who else would it be?” Jack hissed.

“Me,” said Alastair flatly and Jack sat back in his seat, shock forming an uncomfortable lump in his throat. “Doctor. Chef. Nurse. Fuck, one of the many cleaners?”

“They don't have keys to his cell.”

“Okay. So maybe one of them came to Rufus and asked for them. Maybe it was innocent, maybe it was nefarious, and Rufus knew what they planned, but that doesn't make Rufus responsible.”

“It's his responsibility to-”

“To step in the way of people's vengeance?”

“That's not-”

“Fair?” Alastair asked, raising his brows into arches. “Listen kid, I'm gonna tell you some truths about your new best friend, Supervillain, okay?”

“He's not-”

“Shut up, don't speak and just listen,” Alastair ordered and Jack's lips closed at the command. “Your pal that got ruffed up in his cell has murdered people, Jack. That's something you should remind your righteous moral compass when you're exercising judgement on his behalf. He has killed many, many people. Doctor's husband and daughter was two of them when he collapsed the train lines on seventh.”

That fact hit Jack like a stab in the gut. “She...” Jack said and then swallowed. “Doctor never told me.”

“Why would she?”

“But Doctor's fixed-” Jack began, but the fire burning in Alastair's eyes shut them up again.

“Yeah. Doctor does her job. Chef still cooks him dinner even though his brother and nephew were killed in the central bridge crash because of fucking Supervillain. George, the cleaner for us, his sick mother was in Westfront hospital when Supervillain gave Superhero that impossible ultimatum between the elementary school and the hospital, so don't come in here, acting like a righteous prick and being Supervillain's number one fan when you have no skin in the game.”

Jack was uncharacteristically quiet. The silence was deafening. Jack swallowed, eyes down and the guilt started weighing heavy on his chest.

After a few minutes of a terse silence, Jack looked up to apologise and noticed the bruises on Alastair's knuckles. His eyes stopped and stared. It felt like his stomach ran right off a cliff and was in freefall to the choppy, unknown waters below because Alastair would never…

It did not go unnoticed.

Alastair looked down with a fond kind of smile as he ran a thumb over the broken and bloodied skin that was fresh, only just scabbing over.

“My sister-in-law was in Westfront hospital in labour, about to give birth to my nephew. I was about to be an uncle. My brother was about to be a father. He lost everything in the incident. It ruined him, he blamed himself. She told him to go home and get a shower and sleep, and then she was dead. A week later he took his own life.”

A tear ran down Alastair's cheek and trailed down his strong jaw like a gentle trickle. It looked so foreign on his face, his usually happy-go-lucky charming face and smile.

“So don't you blame Rufus and go guns blazing giving him credit for my work again, Jack. Ya understand me?”

Jack felt the threat in his words.

Jack swallowed and nodded and said, “yeah. I understand.”

“Good. Then we won’t have any more problems here will we?”

Jack let his displeasure show through his petulant gaze, cocking an eyebrow at Alastair. “Depends. Will you beat up Supervillain in his cell again?”

“If the mood takes me, yeah.”

Jack sucked in a breath and set his jaw, looking to the doors of the Maximum security murderously. A strong hand reached forward and grabbed the head rest of the chair and turned it until Jack was facing Alastair again. Except it wasn’t the same Alastair that he knew. This one was strange, something uncanny and off glinting in the corner of his expression.

“I’m sorry it’s not the answer you want, kid, but it’s the truth. I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m still very fond of you and your integrity. I’m just trying to paint the picture for ya,” Alastair said leaning down, forcing Jack to sit back into the seat until his back was flush with the cushion and head rest. He was trapped under Alastair’s arm and body, and all he could do was glower up at Alastair’s charming smiling face that had an edge to it. “If you stand by Supervillain in here, you stand on your own.”

Jack pursed his lips swallowing a witty retort.

“Understand?”

“Understood.”

*~*~*~*~*

@annablogsposts sorry this took so long, I had to split it up into parts to get it out this week, I hope you enjoy!

[iwritewhump]

"Stop it! You're going to kill them!" + blood spattered walls + ambush + villain's house

day twenty-five of whumptember

1027 words

warnings: descriptive talking about a run over animal, murder, blood, knife, becoming paralyzed (?), I think that's it, but let me know ig

a/n: ok yes i saw something that will scar me for ever but i write to process shit so here's this please be safe reading it <2

~

Villain unlocks the door to his shitty apartment and hauls a battered Supervillain inside. He drops her on the couch and collapses onto it next to her. Light filters into the room through the curtains and Villain closes his eyes, taking in the moment of silence. Just in this moment, it was easy to forget the beating they’d just taken from Hero. 

Supervillain sniffles and takes his hand in hers, “You’re too good for me.” 

She cups his face with her other hand and a tear rolls down her cheek. Villain smiles and leans against her. He inhales deeply and curls up next to her. 

“No, I’m not.” 

He lays his head on her lap and stares up at her. She smiles down at him and runs a thumb over his forehead and starts carding her fingers through his hair. Sighing, she leans her head back to stare at the ceiling. 

The door gets kicked in and Hero runs into the apartment. Villain shoots up, instinctively standing in front of Supervillain. Hero scoffs and grabs fistfulls of his shirt and rips him out of the way. 

“What are you doing?!” Supervillain shouts. She raises her arms to protect her face and pulls her legs onto the couch to shield her chest. 

Villain pushes himself up from the ground and shoves Hero away from her. He pulls Supervillain to her feet and shouts, “Go!” 

Hero regains her composure quickly and blocks her way, “I don’t think so.” 

She grabs a handful of Supervillain’s hair and pulls her down. She collapses onto the floor. While Supervillain struggles to get back up, Hero shoves Villain against the wall. The entire apartment rattles, sending hanging pictures to the floor. 

“You…” Hero spits, pulling a dagger out from under her belt. Villain flinches, turning his face to the wall, “Can stay right here until I have time to deal with you.” 

She uses the dagger to staple Villain to the wall, sticking it right next to his neck. He pulls away from it, stretching his collar. The blade shines in the light from the window and it’s everything Villain can do to keep from touching it. 

He watches as Hero stalks up to Supervillain, hand held high above her head. She brings her hand down and thumps Supervillain’s chest. 

Supervillain wails as her bones crack under Hero’s fist and she writhes on the ground. 

Hero lands another blow, this time bringing her elbow down on her throat and Supervillain wheezes. Her hands fly up to her throat and she rolls onto her side, curling into a ball. Hero rolls her eyes and scoffs. 

Villain pulls away from the wall but the knife stays buried in his shirt and the wall, he shouts, “Stop it!” 

Hero kicks Supervillain’s back, her steel-toed boots breaking skin and sending blood spraying onto the walls. Supervillain howls in pain and unfolds. She rolls over onto her back and holds her hands above her face, “Please…spare me.” 

Villain thrashes against the knife, his shirt tears and he rushes Hero, “You’re going to kill her!” 

His arms wrap around her back and he pulls her backward. Hero shrieks and lurches forward, bending over and Villain goes flying forward. He feels something snap and tears spring into his eyes. He can’t move.

Hero exhales sharply and blows a strand of hair out of her face. She stands in front of Villain, waiting for him to get up. But she sees it on his face that he can’t. She smirks cruelly and angles herself so he can see Supervillain’s face. She rips the dagger out of the wall and plunges it into Supervillain’s chest. 

Supervillain gasps and all the muscles in her body go limp. Hero rolls her onto her side and makes sure Villain can see her. 

“Now,” she says, standing over Villain. “What to do about you?” 

She puts her boot on Villain’s chest and steps down. He wheezes under her, blood trickling out of the corners of his mouth.

“Please,” he coughs. “Don’t do this…” 

Hero pulls her foot off of him and squats next to him. Her hands are crossed on her knees and she leans over him. 

“You know…I once saw a cat get hit by a car. Just…ran over. But it didn’t die right away. It spasmed for minutes before. And I…watched. Its body sprung up from the road, maybe a foot in the air and it painted the street with its blood. Someone ran over to help, but all they managed to do was terrify this wild-this feral-cat. It tried to run away. And all I could think was ‘why the hell do you think you can do anything to help that thing?’ I mean, we all saw the car speed past, we heard its bones crunch under the tires. How could anyone…save it?” Hero pulls her dagger out of its sheath on her belt and holds it over Villain’s chest. “The best way someone could have hurt that cat was to kill it quickly. And we couldn’t even give it that mercy.” 

Villain’s chest spasms, a pathetic attempt at coughing, “What’s your point?” 

“I guess I wasn’t too clear. You’re the cat, Supervillain was the car.” She tilts her head and frowns. “But there’s nobody trying to save you. I’ll kill you quickly though, you don’t have to worry about that.” 

Villain closes his eyes and waits. He waits for the searing hot that comes with the dagger sinking into his chest, he waits for the warm blood to spill out of his chest and flow onto the ground, and the shocking cold when all the blood has been spilt. 

Hero chuckles softly and falls forward, propping herself up on his chest. 

Villain slowly opens his eyes and his brows knit together. Hero’s laugh builds until she falls over. The knife clatters onto the ground and she rolls from side to side. 

“Oh,” She says, taking a deep breath. “I get it now. The saving. It…” she lays next to Villain and bumps their heads together. “It makes sense now.” 

She sighs heavily and takes Villain’s hand in hers. He can’t pull away.

[syncopein3d]

Broken World

5: The Unlikely Truth

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Content Warning: injection, blood transfusion

Something stung a little. The Ripper ignored it for a while, but the weird spreading feeling of warmth radiating from the inside of their left elbow eventually made it impossible to stay under. It blinked and squinted. The room was dark, and it was lying on something soft – comforter? It tried to shift position and a hand planted squarely just below their collarbones stopped them from moving.

“Hold still. We got a couple more to go,” said Robert. The Ripper turned its head. He was holding one of the syringes from the duffel, gradually injecting what looked very much like blood into the vein in the crook of its elbow.

“Type,” the Ripper croaked.

“I’m O Negative, so what you are doesn’t matter. Hold still. I said I’d fix it, and I will.”

The Ripper grunted, other hand still reflexively wrapped around Robert’s arm. It didn’t remember grabbing on, and it hadn’t made the slightest impression. There might be a big gap between how strong Robert was and a B level like Teledyne, but it was now equally obvious there was also a big gap between what Robert described as a “slightly strong regen guy” and someone with no strength meta at all. It couldn’t have budged him on its best day.

“Did you used to do heroin?” Robert asked. “Your arms don’t look like it.”

“Testosterone,” Ripper said. “You don’t use a vein for T.” It shrugged the arm he wasn’t holding. “Decided it wasn't for me. I just never threw the needles away. Isn’t O Negative rare?”

“Least common on Earth, probably,” Robert said. “They bred us for it. I’m going to fill another one. Are you gonna be still?”

“Yeah,” the Ripper said. “That feels… Weird…” Now it could feel warmth creeping up its arm, a strange inverse of the cold burn of anesthetic. And where it went, the pain went with it. That arm didn’t hurt at all now, the permanent ache fading away as if by magic.

“It’s nice to have it back,” Robert said. “I don’t know how you can live with that much pain.”

“You get more used to it as the years go by,” the Ripper said. “And you work around it.” They looked up and found Robert looking down at them, eye to eye. Now they could actually see his eyes, they were light brown, almost yellow. The pupils were big in the dark. It had never imagined him as having much of an expression. There was something there now. It wouldn’t have said what.

“Well, at least I can take it away for a little while,” Robert said. “I’m a man of my word. That’s why I try not to give it.”

He pulled the needle, ignoring the little drop of blood, and plunged it right back into his own arm with no apparent concern for contamination. “They made us do our own blood draws,” he said. “So they wouldn’t have to come into the pod. I got real good at this part.”

“That seems like it would be a bad memory,” the Ripper said. The warm feeling had dissipated a little when it hit the throat and jaw, but it felt good enough to sap any urge to protest. They watched Robert thump their elbow and effortlessly find a vein again. It didn’t hurt as much this time.

“Not really. It was an everyday thing. I didn’t even know it was bad there until I saw what outside was like,” Robert said. Warmth blossomed through the Ripper’s face and chest. Belatedly, they realized they still felt the N95. Robert had left it on them.

The Ripper inhaled slowly, trying to remember when their lungs and chest had last felt this elastic. They hadn’t thought of breathing as hard, but suddenly it felt so easy. Everything felt a little clearer. They could flex their toes and not cause a thigh cramp, close and open a hand and not bind up their elbows.

“There you go,” Robert said quietly. They looked at him sidelong and found him watching again, unblinking, almost eager. “Feels better, yeah?”

“Yeah,” the Ripper said. Its voice even sounded different. It didn’t remember hearing itself sound like its throat wasn’t raw. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Robert cleared his throat as he took the syringe back for a third refill, looking down at it and away from Ripper’s face. “It’s just. I never done this on purpose for somebody. I couldn’t risk it.”

“Well, I definitely won’t sell you out to a pharmaceutical company,” Ripper said. “Pretty sure you’re not worth nine hundred million.”

Robert laughed, an actual full-throated guffaw. “Nah, I doubt anyone’s offering over one, even. Okay, last one, I think. You sound better.”

“I still can’t believe you weren’t lying.”

“Well, it won’t stop you hurting yourself again,” Robert said. “So you still gotta go talk to the crazy lady.”

“Does everyone really call you Robert?” Ripper asked. It watched him apply the third syringe almost reluctantly. It felt something was ending.

“No. I just like Robert. Mostly when I’m working I go by Bloodless.” He sounded dry, almost rueful. “I didn’t pick it. My arteries close fast enough there’s no splatter when I get shot. Somebody noticed and it stuck.”

The Ripper snorted. “I think I saw a contract on a Bloodless once. It was for five million. That’s a lot for an unregistered C-level.”

Robert shrugged modestly. “Been a busy couple of years,” he said. “See you around, thing.” He snatched at Ripper’s tank top front faster than they would have thought possible, yanking it up over their eyes. By the time they had fumbled it clear, he wasn’t in the room any more.

Somewhere in the vastness of the empty house, a door closed.

“In no shoes and no shirt?” the Ripper said aloud. Nobody answered. Robert was gone.

The End

(For Now)

[thegirlwholived1213]

TW: intimate villain, restraints, restraint injuries

Sidekick slumped against their restraints, wincing as the chains pinched their already chaffed wrists. They think back to their training, recalling a drill just like this, and convinced themselves they could push through.

But when their arms had given out during training, they'd been released and praised for lasting as long as they did.

That had been a few hours.

They must have been hanging here, the tips of their beat-up sneakers their only support, for a few days.

As footsteps sounded in the hall, Sidekick's chin fell to their chest, brunette locks hanging around their face. The door swung open, and Sidekick straightened with a gasp. Their shaking limbs barely supported their weight as they stared with horror into their visitor's face.

they'd only seen that face once before, but Supervillain's face, with the giant scar tracing the frame of their jaw, was not a face they could ever forget.

"Villain wasn't kidding when they said their tactics were... rough, but this- this is truly medieval. I'm impressed."

Sidekick drew in a hitched breath, "What do you-" They flinched as Supervillain closed the distance between them in a flash, cupping their bruised chin with a sickly tender hand.

"Well, when I heard that Villain had managed to capture Superhero's sidekick and fiancé, well I couldn't resist. Villain did charge a pretty penny, nothing I can't handle." The villain cooed, and Sidekick was disgusted to find themselves leaning into the tender touch. They'd always been a touchy person, and the weeks alone in a grimy cell had taken its toll. The hand left their cheek, and with the clang of their restraints the weight on Sidekick's wrists went slack and they crumpled into Supervillain's strong arms, who didn't hesitate to pull Sidekick into a bridal style carry and begin walking away from the prison.

A single tear trickled down Sidekick's cheek, and Supervillain's knuckle brushed the drop from their skin. With a smile they brought the tear to their lips.

"You and I will do great things, little one."

[fallenwhumpee]

Deserved

Whumpay Day 20: Enemy-to-Caretaker • Masterlist •

Warnings: Superpower whump.

Supervillain deserved this.

Really, they deserved to be locked into a room with barely enough food and water to survive. They deserved to be beaten, to be stripped of their powers.

Leader didn't.

Because Supervillain had been an awful leader. They had used people, and they never worked with the weak, and the weak next to them never stayed weak after brutal training sessions. It was the debt they had to Villain, and they still had too much to pay if they looked at the torture sessions.

But Leader was kind to everyone, a great leader, and they had helped Villain when Supervillain had crushed them. Leader helped Villain to heal. Or at least until they decided to fake their redemption.

Leader didn't deserve to be locked into the cell Supervillain had once designed for them to suffer. They didn't deserve to lay at Supervillain's feet, delirious and weak, completely at their mercy.

Villain had gone too far, uniting the villains to attack the agency, tricking heroes to think they wanted to be one of them and do good. Getting the other villains out of the picture would crush the way the agency worked by removing its purpose. It was a death sentence to the villains since the agency building was basically a fortress.

Perhaps the worst was they had made the team believe Leader was the real bad one, so the team wouldn't ask for them or wouldn't protest as Villain did whatever they wanted with Leader.

Supervillain never had a team like Leader's, a family of sorts, but they knew it must've been painful.

It was unfair.

They knew it was the exact opposite of the things they had done. They tortured Leader, tried to trick their team, turn public opinion, and more. But one thing remained the same.

Leader didn't deserve this.

Supervillain knelt next to Leader and turned them until their head was on Supervillain's lap. Leader gasped, eyes slightly opening as they tried to break free of Supervillain's hold, but too exhausted to keep their efforts even for a full minute.

Leader stirred every once in a while, tensing and losing their strength to stay like that several times. They were curled now, crying, and they were desperately holding onto Supervillain's clothes. They wondered what was Leader dreaming.

Supervillain was about to fall asleep when Leader jerked, quickly trying to escape. They wrapped their arms around Leader with panic, Leader struggling until their movements turned to shivers, shouts to small whimpers.

"It's alright." Supervillain tried to reassure, though they didn't know how much their words would weigh on Leader. They were enemies in the end.

" 's not" Leader whispered, crying silently, not really registering Supervillain's presence.

Supervillain wiped their tears, pressing Leader's head to their chest

"It will be."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

doodles of a fun new assassin whumpee, before and after getting cybernetics (more info under the cut)

I'm definitely too low on time to actually give this guy a story, but he wouldn't leave me alone so...

-Was an assassin/hitman and supervillain

-defeated and depowered (via straight up cutting off his arms) by a particularly brutal hero

-essentially left to rot in prison for months

-is one day given a choice by the CEO of the hero company: work for them and eliminate a team of rogue heroes in exchange for cybernetics and relative freedom, or waste away in the cell forever

-the hero company (definitely evil btw) controls his cybernetics and holds that over his head

-at first he's more willing to hunt down the rogue team, because the hero who hurt him was a part of it, but it quickly becomes apparent that the other members of the group actually care about people

-including him

- :)

[em-writes-stuff]

mystery pill + gaslighting

day 13 of two weeks of whump @promptsforyourwhumpfic

672 words

villain and supervillain

warnings: drugging, gaslighting

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“Villain?” Supervillain calls from her room. “Can you get me something for my migraine?” 

There’s no reply, but she can hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the water running, and now he’s in her doorway. He hands her a glass and pill. 

“Thanks,” she says, popping the pill in her mouth and taking a sip of water. She finishes the rest of the water and hands the cup back to him. 

He nods and leaves her room, placing the cup in the sink and sitting back down in front of his computer. 

Two hours later, Villain stands up and checks on Supervillain, pushing the door open without a second thought. She’s slumped over her workbench, a pencil in hand, and the blueprints for a weapon laid out in front of her. Villain smiles and opens her computer, typing in the password and getting to work. 

Supervillain wakes up in her bed, how she got there? She has no idea. Her head isn’t any better, so she rolls over to face away from the window and draws the blanket up to her chin. 

The next day, Villain gives her the same kind of pill and she downs it without hesitation, hoping it would work. She gets back to work on her weapon, falling asleep after just two hours again. 

Villain wakes her up before dinner, “Are you feeling any better?” 

“No,” she groans. “I think I’m worse somehow. What have you been giving me?” 

He shakes his hands and mumbles, “Just whatever you usually take. The label’s worn off but it usually works. Do you think you’re sick?” 

He presses his hand to her forehead and frowns, “You’re a little warm. Why don’t I make you some tea?” 

“I have that thing with Hero later today. I have to make it there.” she tries to push herself up, but Villain stops her. He gently lays her back down and shakes his head. 

“Don’t be silly, you can’t do anything right now. I can go meet him. I helped you write the deal, so I know the whole thing by heart. Maybe better than you since I was typing it for you.” He lays a blanket over her and nods. 

“No, I have to…I should do it. Hero’s expecting me, so I should be there to meet him.” 

“Sure,” Villain says, taking a step back. “If you can get up and get ready alone, you can meet him. But if not, then can I do it for you?” 

She takes a deep breath and takes a moment to decide, but she nods. 

“Thank you. I’m going to make you tea, and if you’re able to get ready, I’ll pour it in a thermos, alright?” he leaves the room before she can give an answer. 

Villain puts a mug of water in the microwave and sets the timer, then leans against Supervillain’s doorway. He watches her try to get up, and fail three times before stopping her. 

“Supervillain,” He says softly. “You can’t do this. Not today, okay?”

She sighs and falls back against her pillow, breathing heavily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel so weak. I don’t understand it.” 

He nods and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, “It’s probably just a 24-hour bug. You’ll be right as rain in the morning.” 

She nods, and lets him pull away with a sigh. He walks out of her room, a small, satisfied smile on his face. Quickly, he takes the mug out of the microwave and pulls apart a pill capsule above the boiling water. He tosses the empty capsule in the trash and dunks a tea bag into the steaming water. 

Villain sets the tea next to Supervillain’s bed and walks back out to meet with Hero. What Supervillain doesn’t know is that he’s not going over what they’d planned together. Supervillain wanted peace? After months of winning the important battles against Hero? It wasn’t smart, so she was going to do the right thing for them. 

[yet-another-heathen]

Impact

1,846 words. Original Series: Liliholm and Page.

[Masterpost]

Content Warning | horror, body horror, whumper-turned-whumpee, a borderline-immortal whumpee described as a dead body, gore, aftermath of an explosion, head injury, seizures, casual misogyny, excessive foul language. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

Taglist | @ink-and-salt @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whumpvp @redwingedwhump @lave-whump @castlehillwhump @sideblogformindtrash @burtlederp @fanastywhump @whump-in-the-closet @sunshiline-writes 

Author’s Note | It’s finally here! The very first solo Luca and Garcia chapter in the series. I do have one detail for you before you read (one that will be worked more organically into other L&P chapters in the future): With Luca’s healing, be it on themself or on others, every single moment of the pain it would take to heal on its own still has to be felt. All those weeks and months of pain get compacted down into a matter of seconds. And if it was something that should never have been able to heal in the first place? Well. Why don’t you watch. :)

It had been longer than it should.

Garcia had his head buried in his hands, his knee tapping nervously. It had been almost two full minutes, and the shredded remains of the body next to him hadn't moved. Glassy blue eyes stared up at nothing, blood smeared across pale skin. Half of their lower jaw was missing entirely, what was left of their ribcage torn open like stuffing from a doll. Their head sat at an angle that was intensely wrong, and he knew even without touching that it was because the back of their skull was little more than pulverized bone.

No twitching fingers. No tears brimming in those empty eyes.

Nothing.

He stood up and started to pace. Aimless circles around the perimeter of the room, round and round the black-red pool of blood clotting on the floor. He saw nothing of what was in front of him, only thought of where to place his feet.

Three minutes.

Their arm looked like it had too many joints, now. A patchwork of wrong angles and open fractures, peppered with torn flecks around the shoulder. There was barely any skin left. Barely any muscle, either. Garcia couldn't bring himself to even look at their hand. The finger stuff had always made him queasy.

For a moment, he thought he saw movement. But when he looked again all it had been was the draft catching on a lock of their hair.

Four minutes.

Fuck. Fuck. Come on, Luca.

He sat down on the crate again, raking his hands back through his hair.

Five minutes. Six.

He'd never once seen their healing take more than thirty seconds to begin. Usually it came even sooner than that, whether they started off conscious or not. But this? He'd never seen them hurt like this.

They might not be coming back from it at all.

There, on the very edge of his hearing. A sound like the crinkling of cellophane, something wet just barely beginning to shift. He watched as their head began, in almost unimaginably small increments, to turn.

There was still nothing at all behind their eyes.

A flood of icy adrenaline locked his limbs in place. He stared, paralyzed. It was only after a few more moments that he recognized the movement for what it was.

Their skull was beginning to piece itself back together.

He let out a breath of relief, watched as those vacant pupils slowly constricted down to pinpricks. Then Luca's entire body arced off the floor.

Their body went into flailing convulsions as neurons began to weave back together, eyes open wide. The bones in their ribcage shifted and cracked back into place. Their diaphragm was visible beneath the spongy remains of their lungs, hiccuping in some desperate attempt to pull air through a windpipe that wasn't there. Their jaw was moving soundlessly. And all the while the mushy back of their head rattled against the floor, uncontrollably battered by their seizures.

Garcia didn't touch them. He knew they wouldn't forgive him if he did.

After five seconds those attempts at breathing became a rhythmic wheeze of air through their throat. Ten seconds, and the sound became a rattle. Fifteen seconds, and Garcia finally recognized the spasming of their diaphragm for what it had been since it began.

Luca was screaming.

The convulsions gave way to active thrashing as their body healed. They writhed and twisted like a snake with its head cut, clawing at their own wounds in mindless agony. 

He turned his face away. Counted his breaths. The sound filled every inch of the room, echoing until it was deafening. It drowned out even the snapping of bone, pitchy and sharp and raw.

The screams didn't falter. They just became slowly more and more recognizable, until there was no mistaking whose voice was behind them.

He had never heard them like this. And there was no describing the selfish amount of relief he felt when the last of their skin finished stitching together, and the screams rose to a fever pitch. And then they suddenly died off into breathless, wheezing sobs.

Luca's back was turned to him. They just collapsed into a heap of limbs, every inch of them soaked red.

Thirty seconds passed. A minute. It was some time before they managed to get themself back under control. They tried, shakily, to push themself up onto their elbows. Then to their knees. 

They swallowed several times before they managed to get the remaining scraps of their voice to work. "...what got me?"

"Pill bomb. Looked like they'd set it into the door frame, just above the handle."

"Fuck." They had their head in their hands, as though staving off a horrific headache. Their voice was raspy and thin. "Did they get away?"

"Molinaro went after them."

"Alone?"

Garcia didn't answer. There hadn't been enough of Luca left to move, and someone had needed to stay to watch over their body.

"...Fuck."

They tried to push themself up onto their feet, arm shaking where it was braced against the wall.

"Hey, what are you doing? You know you can't be up yet—"

"We're going after him."

"No, you're sitting your ass back down before you—"

"Garcia!" They turned on him, their eyes as cold as their voice, "I'm hunting them down whether you come along or not. Where is my gun?"

Garcia sighed. There really was no winning with this little shit.

"Fine. You know what? Here," he pulled it out of his back pocket, and handed it over. The safety was on, but there was already a round in the chamber.

They shoved it into their waistband. Their dark shirt was completely in tatters, holding on only around one wrist and in the scraps of fabric still tucked into their trousers. They looked down at themself, and made a face that was half self-consciousness and half distaste. The only place on their body that wasn't covered in blood was the upper half of their face, and what little of their near-white hair hadn't been plastered down with gore. It made their expressions all the more haunting.

They looked back to him and held out their hand, "Give me your shirt."

No, Garcia wasn't surprised. He could already see them fighting back the urge to wrap their arms around themself, the bristling antsiness written all through their body would only get worse as the seconds passed.

"Give me your shirt."

"You are such a demanding little priss, you know that?" But he turned around and started taking off his jacket. "If I'd wanted to get nagged at like this I would have gotten married rather than becoming a mercenary." He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and tossed it to them before putting his jacket back on. He kept his eyes averted while they changed.

"Does Molinaro still have his tracker?"

"He'd better." Garcia dug his phone out of his pocket, and pulled up the app on his screen. Luca joined him a moment later, tying the shirt in at the waist.

It looked utterly ridiculous on them. Garcia was a 5XL, and he'd be surprised if they were even an XS. It made them look like a child in a parent's nightgown.

....albeit a very gorey one.

"There. Three blocks north, one block east," he said. They both watched the blue blinking dot for a moment. It wasn't moving. That....very likely wasn't a good sign. They needed to go, now.

"We'll take the subground, we're too conspicuous to walk up top."

"No kidding." He grabbed his own gun.

Ten minutes later they were at the base of the new building, far below the tracks of the Mag-Link that rushed overhead. Down here the sidewalks were wide and abandoned, nothing to see them but trash and the occasional tramp. The few people they passed took one look at Luca, and immediately found reasons to leave. They weren't far from the shipyard, and the warehouses like this one mostly stood abandoned.

"There," Garcia said quietly. Thirty feet ahead, one of the metal doors stood slightly ajar on its hinges. Luca followed his gaze, and pulled out their gun. 

Despite the horrific consequences they'd just faced, they didn't hesitate before being the first one through. 

Inside the warehouse was vast, lit from far overhead by panes of yellowed, broken glass windows. Dirt covered every inch of the cement floor, piles of broken equipment and empty beer bottles heaped around the edges. The place smelled like old pipes and piss.

Luca nodded down to a smear of blood on the floor. Part of a boot print, another smear, another print. Both of them followed it, keeping their eyes moving about the dim space. The trail lead up a wide, metal-grate staircase to the loft level, half of the steps bent and warped with wear.

Garcia gave them a dubious look. He was a very big man, and nothing about those steps looked stable. Even if they didn't collapse, if the metal shifted wrong then everybody in this building would hear it.

They rolled their eyes, but gave the steps an assessing once-over. They set their foot on the first level, slowly. No sound. Their weight shifted up onto it. Still no sound. They kept their gun close, and moved smoothly up the next few levels before pausing to glance back at him.

Well that's great for you, Luca, but I weigh three hundred and thirty pounds more than your puny ass, his face said.

That's your problem.

And they continued upward without him. Garcia gave an irritated little sigh. But his boot settled on the first step right above the brace, and he carefully followed after.

There were voices from up ahead. Too faint at first to distinguish, but as they grew closer he began to make them out. The first one was unfamiliar, wet and nasally. They were speaking quickly, an edge of franticness to their voice.

The second one, notably calmer and steadier, was familiar. Luca heard it too—he saw it in the way their shoulders lowered just the smallest bit.

Garcia whistled loudly. Both voices stopped. 

Molinaro called back to him, "What took you so long?"

They ascended the last of the steps, and were greeted with a welcome sight. Two dead bodies on the floor, and Leon standing over a third mark with his gun pointed at their head. 

The man was kneeling with his back to the rusted railing, both hands cuffed around the pole behind his back. His nose was broken, blood pouring down his chest. And when his eyes settled on Luca, he went paler than a ghost.

"You—no! I saw....I saw you—" The captive shrank in on himself as Luca stalked forward. Molinaro lowered his gun.

Their voice was vicious, "If you wanted me dead, you should have tried harder."

The toe of their shoe smashed into the man's windpipe, snapping his head back into the railing with a BANG. His mouth fell open into a silent gasp, eyes wide as he tried to draw in air. The noises his collapsed trachea made through those attempted inhales were like music to Garcia's ears. And all the while those wide, horrified eyes stared up at Luca as they knelt down in front of him. Their thumb dug savagely into the indent in his throat until their nail drew blood, cutting off what little remained of his air.

"And now, you're going to pay for it."

[distracted-obsessions]

Ok, but imagine Villain/Henchman/Assassin Whumpee being found by the heroes while they raided Supervillain Whumper's lair and they take Whumpee into custody. They don't handcuff Whumpee because they aren't fighting back (either too injured or in shock) but as they lead Whumpee out of the lair, Whumpee stops.

"Did you find them?"

"Find who?"

Whumpee pulls away from them and goes deeper into the lair. Every time the heroes grab them, they get more and more distressed, saying that they can't leave. They won't leave. After a minute, they start screaming out a name that the heroes don't recognize.

Just as one of the heroes goes to knock Whumpee out, they see a child crawl out from under the stairs and run straight for Whumpee who drops to their knees and hugs the child tightly, shushing their cries and whispering soft, comforting words. "Shh, it's ok. Mommy/Daddy is here. I'm ok. We're ok. it's ok. Shh."

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Mind over Mind - Hero Whumper Villain Whumpee

Warnings: torture, violence, forced compliance, mind control

Summary: Hero almost loses the fight against Villain... until she uses her unique powers to flip the tables.

Villain and Hero had been fighting for only an hour when both of them started to falter from exhaustion, but that's just the kind of fights they got into. Quick. Intense. Violent. Bloody. The kind that's hardly survivable for long.

Hero wielded two wickedly sharp daggers in her hands, while Villain had one in his left, and a serrated hunting blade in the other. Their weapons clashed together repeatedly, showering sparks onto the ground as they fought fiercely for the upper hand, both of them covered in sweat, bruises and dozens of vicious injuries inflicted by their opponent.

"Don't you ever know when to give up?" Hero grunted through gritted teeth as she blocked yet another one of Villain's attacks.

"Nope, apparently not," Villain sneered, and slashed a blade across Hero's ribs, slicing open a deep gash that made her cry out in pain. It was all the opening he needed. He didn't give her a chance to recover.

Villain closed the distance between them and brutally pummeled Hero with a series of quick blows, too fast for her to block or dodge. He punched her gut hard enough to crack ribs, before landing another blow on her jaw with a concussive amount of force, making her head snap back -- and the peak of the fight was over just like that.

Hero faltered and stumbled back with a broken, rattling wheeze, falling to the ground, and Villain descended on her like a bird of prey, wrapping a strong hand around her throat and lifting her up to pin her against a wall, squeezing hard.

Hero's eyes widened as she clawed desperately at the hand cutting off her air, thrashing uselessly in Villain's grip with slowly failing strength.

"The real question is... do you know when to give up?" Villain chuckled coldly.

Blood trickled from both corners of Hero's mouth as her terrified gaze locked with Villain's.

STOP! A booming voice suddenly roared in Villain's head, making him jerk back in surprise, losing his grip on Hero so that she crumpled to the ground, gasping and choking and coughing blood, her eyes still locked intensely on Villain.

Something brushed against Villain's mind that made him shiver, like claws brushing lightly against his brain, wandering and prodding uncertainly, as though searching for a hold. Then those claws turned sharp, deadly, sinking in.

Villain's whole body went stiff, muscles locking in place as that same voice spoke again.

That's right... obey.

Villain's blood went colder than ice, his face going pale as a slow, stretching pain spread through his body, setting every nerve on fire with excruciating agony as it sank into every part of him.

His mouth gaped, he tried to speak, but couldn't find his voice.

He was rooted to the spot with fear as Hero slowly picked herself up off the dirt, gasping and panting as she caught her breath, rubbing her neck where Villain's hand had been mere seconds away from crushing her windpipe.

She straightened with a groan, staggering a little before finding her balance, one arm wrapped protectively around her bleeding midsection. Then a crooked grin that was part-grimace broke out on her face as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"My, how the tables have turned," she taunted, though it came out in a shallow, weak rasp of air.

"H-How..." Villain breathed, eyes enormous as they watched Hero with sudden wariness.

Because I never reveal all my playing cards, the voice echoed in his head. It sounded like Hero's -- but her mouth hadn't moved.

My single biggest advantage is letting people underestimate me, the voice continued.

Fear -- genuine, raw fear pulsed through Villain's entire being when he tried to move -- but physically couldn't.

He swallowed hard, fighting to tamp down the rising panic and maintain any shred of composure.

"W-What are you doing... how are you doing this?" He snarled, finally snapping out of the shock.

Hero limped towards him until she was inches away, the icy blue depths of her eyes boring into his, full of righteous anger.

"Surprise... my superpower isn't limited to super strength." She grinned wolfishly at his confusion, the utterly bafflement on her enemy's face.

Funny, isn't it? It's almost like... you don't have control over yourself anymore.

Again, Hero's mouth didn't move.

Hero bent over and picked up Villain's own fallen dagger, pressing it into his hand and resting the tip against her chest without a glimmer of fear.

"Go ahead, give it your best shot," she purred. "All it takes is one little push to kill me... try it if you can."

Villain shuddered as those strange mental claws tightened on him.

He gripped his dagger hard, mustering every inch of willpower in him to end it, to finally kill his greatest enemy, be rid of the menace -- his hand trembled, but he couldn't bring the blade forward.

"Don't tell me you're too weak for murder," Hero mocked with a dramatic gasp.

Villain's brow furrowed, and he held the hilt tighter, pushing, yanking against those restraints shackling him in his own mind. The blade jerked forward an inch, but no more than that, and Hero let out a cold, heartless laugh, easily swatting the weapon out of Villain's hand before roughly grabbing his jaw hard enough to bruise, forcing him to look straight into her cruel eyes.

Villain let out a weak whimper, ashamed that the sound even slipped out. But he was injured, and in pain, confused, and so, so scared... fear was a new feeling for him. He was the most powerful villain in the entire city, strong enough to beat Hero on several different occasions -- but never had he been rendered so vulnerable, so useless before, like a puppet with strings, at the complete mercy of his enemy.

Hero carefully wrapped her other hand around his throat, and step by deliberate step, backed him up until he was pinned against the opposite wall. She applied the same pressure that Villain had put on her windpipe earlier, and Villain's chest started heaving as he struggled to keep drawing air. His eyes went huge with disbelief, he couldn't even fight, his arms weren't working right. None of him was, bound and chained by some invisible force.

Spots danced in his vision, and right when he thought he would pass out the pressure on his neck vanished, leaving him taking great gulping gasps of air.

Hero leaned in close, her head right next to his face.

"Doesn't feel very good, does it?" She hissed into his ear before pulling back.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, almost seductively, running over the shredded lines of his suit where long gashes had sliced through and ripped the leather. They stopped at his stomach, grazing over a particularly deep slash right below the ribs.

Villain shuddered with a wince, a low moan escaping him, and he cursed himself for it.

Hero stared at him, then dug her fingers viciously into the wound, never breaking eye contact, her expression deadpan and impassive.

Villain screamed in sheer agony and writhed, which was more like weakly twitching against the bonds holding him in one place.

Hero took her fingers out, and Villain was left trembling all over with pain, his injury throbbing. His head lolled forward, breathing harsh and ragged as he recovered.

"Huh, even agony can't let you break free," she murmured aloud, as though she were experimenting with Villain, testing the limits of her ability. It was dehumanizing, degrading, and flat-out terrifying to know that Hero could do whatever she wanted to him. Holding his life in her hands.

"S-Stop it... L-Let me go..." Villain croaked. He couldn't help the shakiness in his voice, and Hero's eyes lit up at hearing it. "S-Since when could you even do this?" He added.

"Since always," Hero answered flatly. "I just never show it. I don't use this power often, because it is unfathomably taxing on my body in ways you couldn't even imagine, but today... today I'm feeling violent." Her teeth bared into a feral grin, making Villain shiver uneasily.

"I haven't practiced using it much, so I'm curious to see what potential... motivations might be enough for your willpower and desperation to let you break free of my hold." She tilted her head to one side, a lethal predator in every slight movement. "I can break you in so many ways beneath the surface," she whispered dangerously.

"Let's see how strong your resolve is, hmm?" Hero's gaze dropped down where a dagger was, and she stomped on the hilt, skillfully flinging it up into her waiting hand.

Villain whimpered again anxiously, squirming and eyeing the bright metal, and she pressed the blade against his lips.

"Shhh... all you have to do is raise your left hand when the pain becomes too much, and I'll stop," she said mischievously. A deadly game for her, toying with her new victim like a plaything.

Hero leaned close again, her breath ghosting above Villain's carotid artery as she scraped her teeth lightly against his neck, teasing, violating his space.

She trailed the sharp edge of the blade down his bare arm, not breaking skin at first as she smiled coldly. Then she sliced it deep without warning, tearing a ragged wail from Villain as she started carving into his flesh over and over again while her enemy screamed his throat raw.

Villain tried desperately to push her away, to stop the excruciating agony, do something but stand there and take it... but he couldn't. He physically couldn't.

Tears of pure pain spilled out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, hiccupping sobs breaking up his breaths at the sheer intensity of it, every time the blade left a fresh mark of fire in his flesh.

He could feel the warm blood sliding down his arm to drip on the floor with every pounding heartbeat, endless suffering. It was worse when she switched from his arm to the sensitive skin of his abdomen, and he screamed and yelped and cried out as the metal bit his skin repeatedly. Hero showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Eventually the screaming devolved to agonized moaning and pathetic whimpers as Villain lost strength, his throat burning fiercely in the aftermath of all his loud cries.

Now, listen closely...

That voice returned in his head, and his stomach churned with dread. He couldn't take any more torture. Any more pain. His whole body was blazing with it.

Take the knife from my hand, and put it against your throat...

Hero held the dagger in her hand invitingly, stained with Villain's own blood.

Villain moaned as his shaky hand automatically lifted to take the blade, then his body betrayed him by resting the sharp, cool metal right under his chin. He swallowed against it, throat bobbing fearfully.

Saw through your neck.

Villain's eyes widened with terror, hand trembling as he fought against the mental claws Hero had sunk into him. But it was no use. The blade started slicing through his skin, and Villain closed his eyes, another teak leaking out as he accepted his fate.

...Now stop. Villain's body instantly obeyed, stiffening in place.

Villain took a rattling breath, cautiously opening his watery eyes to gauge Hero's expression, which was dark and unreadable.

I want you to remember this moment, her voice hissed into his mind, remember that I held your life in my hands... that I could have killed you right now... and I want you to run away from here with that memory, and the scar on your neck will remind you of me every time you look in the mirror. Run, and never come back. If I EVER see your face again... I will not stop.

And suddenly, a rush of cold washed over Villain, an aching absence of a hollow void that opened up, and Villain collapsed on the ground, panting as he felt those vicious mental claws retreat, releasing him at last.

Hero stepped back, eyes narrowed. "You have ten seconds to remove yourself from my line of sight before I change my mind. Run, or die. Ten."

Villain peered dizzily up at her, his face pale with blood loss. "...You're bluffing," he wheezed in disbelief.

"That is a theory you're certainly welcome to test. Nine." Hero's face stayed harsh and cruel, and Villain lurched to his feet with a gasp, not willing to risk the chance she'd given him.

He stumbled into an awkward, adrenaline-powered run, limping heavily away as fast as he could while Hero's voice trailed after him.

"Eight... seven... six..."

She never got to five before Villain was out of sight, slipping away into a dark alley. Gone. Never seen or heard from again.

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[defectivehero]

"Don't touch me," the villain hisses, writhing in the hero's arms as they're unwillingly carried around.

"Would you prefer if I dropped you?" The hero hums, their eyes set on the skies ahead. "Left you to fall thirteen stories and collide with the pavement? That's certainly an option." They shrug.

"You wouldn't dare," the villain claims with manufactured confidence. Truthfully, their heart is racing in their chest as the two of them soar higher and higher in the sky. They have never quite trusted their enemy—and for good reason. Their morality runs rather grey for a hero, and the villain wouldn't be the least bit surprised if they took advantage of their momentary weakness to cause them even more pain.

The hero shrugs in response to the villain's accusation. Meanwhile, the villain clings on a little tighter, resolutely ignoring the laughter rumbling in their enemy’s chest.

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[chaotic-orphan]

Could you do a scenario where Supervillain is branded?

Supervillain’s arms were stretched out either side, keeping them on their knees without so much as a centimetre of give in the chains. Not that they could move even if they wanted to. They were drained. Drained of fight. Of energy. Of their strength. It was hard enough to keep their thoughts straight nevermind their vision.

Then there was a hand on their chin, tilting their head up and Supervillain groaned with the movement. Eyes blearily focusing on the pale complexion of the devil themselves.

A minor league Hero that was pure evil and anything but Heroic. They didn’t have rules or a code of ethics and morals that superhero did. No, they verged on Villainy if they didn’t despise every villain on earth.

Supervillain was honestly tired of their monologues at this point but at least they sunk in. Not that Supervillain would ever tell them that.

“Good news, Supervillain,” said the Not Hero with a smile. “I’m bored of you so I’m finally letting you go. Giving you your freedom. I would’ve thought it was going to be more of an epic fight and you escaped me because you were actually strong, but you’re nothing. Nothing. I expected more from you. Nod your head if you can hear me.”

Hero moved Supervillain’s head up and down and then released their chin as they said: “good, but before you go I have a parting gift. Something I want you to remember me by.”

They left the room and Supervillain had to strain to keep their heavy head upright. They blinked at the door, but Not Hero didn’t return. Supervillain let their head hang again, breathing a small sigh of relief that they didn’t get to experience Hero’s gift.

Then Supervillain’s head snapped up again, mouth open in a soundless scream as something white hot pressed relentlessly against their taut shoulder blades and sizzled at their skin. Still Supervillain lurched forward in their chains trying to get away, their arms shuddering as the pain followed them. Their throat raw… had they been screaming that whole time?

“Beautiful,” said Hero, taking the pain away but it didn’t matter. The burning pain lingered and Supervillain was heaving in dry breath through gritted teeth trying to fucking deal with the sensation.

Hero appeared in front of Supervillain again, a sick smile on their face. Supervillain glared up at them through their tearful eyes, their body shaking, chains jangling with the minuscule movements keeping them there. Struggling and in pain.

“I think that was the best reaction I’ve got from you yet,” they said, voice almost reverent. They placed a hand on Supervillain’s chest this time, cruel eyes never leaving Supervillains. “Let’s go again, shall we?”

Before Supervillain could even register the threat, Hero’s hand was glowing white. The scream came from the bottom of their gut, cutting up their oesophagus and tearing vocal cords before being unleashed into Hero’s emotionless dungeon and roaring in waves as the white hot pain seized Supervillain’s heart and wrapped around their ribs, as if it was going to sear bone.

They threw themselves back in their chains, but again Hero followed. Supervillain’s mind was static, not processing what was going on, muddled, murky wet and yet all too aware of that hand on their chest and the smile on Hero’s stupid weasel face and something Supervillain snapped.

The pain melted away and Supervillain stopped screaming. Hero looked at them with hard set eyes and Supervillain grinned, showing all their teeth.

“Do you want to know why my name is Supervillain, Hero? Did your colleagues not teach you better than to go after the big dogs?”

Hero just scoffed and went to press their white hot hand against Supervillain’s neck. Except Supervillain caught it in their own and now the delicious fear was painted all over Hero’s stupid weasel face.

“How are you—“

A snap echoed throughout the stone walls and Hero screamed. Their ulnar bone sticking out from their shattered wrist. The blood was starting to get all over Supervillain’s hand so they shoved Hero away while they got to their feet.

It felt so good. God, they haven’t been able to stretch in what? Days? Weeks? Their knees were creaking, killing them bones rubbing off each other exhausted from having to hold their weight in that same position.

Then there was the matter of the screaming, bleeding hero in front of them with their bones sticking out of flesh and cradled against a blood soaked shirted chest.

“Stay— stay away from me!” The kid shrieked and Supervillain chuckled. They looked so tiny now that they were to their full height, did the weasel have spots on their face? What were they?

“I’ve never seen a hero go through puberty. Usually we wait until we’re a little older. A little wiser,” Supervillain said, as they stepped forward, right onto the kid’s retreating knee. “We definitely make sure we have manners and treat our prisoners right, or something nasty like this happens, Hero, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please! I’m sorry. Don’t kill me please! Please!”

“Oh I won’t kill you,” Supervillain said, voice softening. They crouched down on their hunkers to look Hero in the eye. “Watch,” was all Supervillain said as they pressed a hand over the split wrist and the bone retracted back to how it was before, inside their flesh and the wound as if it was never there.

Hero looked up at them with wide eyes, testing their wrist by flexing it to and fro. “Ho— how? How did you?”

“I don’t inflict pain I cannot heal,” said Supervillain, and Hero looked like they were going to cry.

“T-t-tha- thank you, thank you—“ Supervillain silence them by lifting a single finger in the air and Hero’s attention was back on them.

“It’s just— well, I’m a Villain, Hero. And I can heal any wound. Most of the time I just choose not to. Watch,” and Supervillain held their hand over the kids wrist again and their hand was on backwards, bones lining up perfectly and moving in the way no fingers ever should.

“Wha—“

“Oh, you’ll have to forgive me. A little body horror is always my favourite revenge. I once turned someone’s eyelids inside out. They had to wear sunglasses so they didn’t scare their own children. Hilarious stuff really, but that was because they beat me in chess, Hero. You… you tortured me for hours of endless torment. You didn’t feed me or give me water, or let me out of my chains to take a piss. So think of all the fun I’m going to have with your body while you’re conscious.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Snitches Get Stitches

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Hero gingerly knocked on Supervillain’s front door. A security camera turned toward them. Henchman’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hero? What are you doing here? What do you want?”

Hero released their hand from their side, showing a nasty wound that was dripping with red.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Hero mumbled.

“What the heck, Hero!?” Henchman shouted.

The camera turned off and the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind the door. Hero collapsed just as Supervillain opened it.

“What the heck, Hero!?” Supervillain exclaimed, collecting them in their arms.

“That’s what Henchman said…” Hero slurred.

Supervillain started saying a string of worried somethings to Henchman, but Hero couldn’t make much of it out. Everything sounded as though Hero was underwater.

“Henchman… Medic… how long… Hero? HERO!”

Hero knew they should’ve jumped at the sound of their own name, but they were too tired to care. They fell asleep just as Supervillain deposited them on something soft.

…

“Hero…”

Hero heard their name but didn’t stir.

“Hero!”

Now there was a faint ringing in their ears. What did the voice want? Hero knew what they wanted, they wanted to go back to sleep and-

A small slap across the face got their eyes to shoot open.

“Ow,” Hero protested groggily.

“That did not hurt,” Supervillain scoffed.

Hero’s side, which had been throbbing with every step, was now tingly and numb. Hero went to sit up, but Supervillain and someone else- Medic- pushed them back down.

“No sudden movements,” Medic warned.

“Medic, are they stable?” Supervillain asked.

Medic nodded.

“Then give us the room. Hero has something to tell me.”

Medic obliged, leaving the med bay and closing the door with a soft click.

“What did I have to tell you?” Hero asked.

“You were going to tell me who did this to you,” Supervillain said.

Hero blinked.

“No I wasn’t.”

“You are now,” Supervillain said.

“I’m really not.”

“Fine.”

Supervillain snapped a shiny cuff over Hero’s wrist, attaching it to the bed railing. Hero stiffened, looking between it and Supervillain with wide eyes.

“Now wait just a minute!”

“Did you change your mind?”

“No!”

“Then that stays on until you do.”

Supervillain got up and went to the door.

“I’ll give you some time to mull it over,” they said, “don’t try to escape. Not only would myself or Henchman make short work of you, but you’ll pop the stitches, and I’d hate for you to incur Medic’s wrath.”

Supervillain left at that, locking the door behind them. Hero sighed in exasperation. How were they supposed to tell Supervillain that their other teammate, Villain, had done this?

Part 2

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Febuwhump day 3: "Bite down on this,"

Content warning: gunshot wound, rough caretaking

“Damnit, why the hell would you do that?!”

“I didn’t–I–,” Hero only stuttered in response, barely understandable. They were practically limp at Villain’s side, arm draped over Villain’s shoulder as they were dragged through the wilderness surrounding Supervillain’s forest.

Hero’s breath was coming out in panicked, choked wheezes, eyes wide and distant. Each frantic beat sent another gush of blood down their body, dripping from Hero’s side to fill the space between Hero’s and Villain’s bodies. Villain could feel the blood beginning to drip down their leg.

“I don’t need you to take a damn bullet for me! Not when we have no idea what Supervillain is capable of!” Villain hissed, voice tight.

“I don’t know why this is happening–!” Hero squeaked, a half scream. Their usual confidence was shattered, replaced with a genuine, raw fear that put Villain’s teeth on edge.

Villain didn’t know why it was happening either. Hero had taken far, far worse than a bullet without so much as bruising. A bullet should’ve been nothing to them. That fact was the only reason Villain had agreed to their teamup to defeat Supervillain. Hero was there to act like their shield, a big, dumb wall of muscle between Supervillain’s men and Villain.

So when Hero, that ever smug grin plastered onto their face, had swooped in between Villain and the barrel of Supvervillain’s gun, Villain’s only concern was the self-satisfied comments they would have to endure for allowing Hero to save their life.

They hadn’t expected shock to replace Hero’s grin. They hadn’t expected Hero to drop to the ground like a rock at their feet, eyes wide as red spread across their torso. They hadn’t expected a gleeful cackle from Supervillain, nor that the next sound to come out of Hero would be a scream.

And now they were running, dragging Hero’s half-limp body through the forest, Supervillain’s henchmen on their tails. They would die out here, hunted like simple prey animals, if something didn’t change soon.

“We’re stopping here,” Villain abruptly spoke, stopping when they found a small clearing. They moved over towards a fallen tree and, ignoring Hero’s cries of protest, rearranged their body to rest in a sitting position.

Hero’s body shook with effort as they tried to sit down. Their strength failed them halfway through, knees buckling and nearly sending them crumbling roughly to the ground. When they were finally positioned against the tree, Hero’s hands instantly moved to cover their injury.

Villain kneeled down and batted the hands away. Hero’s bloodied fingers still hovered anxiously near their torso.

It looked like a normal bullet wound, a fact that itself put Villain’s nerves on edge. Blood poured insistently from it, the red stain spreading with each second. Hero wouldn’t survive losing blood at that rate for long.

Villain leaned closer, until their eyes caught a flash of light. In the darkness of the forest, Villain could see something flashing a dull, unnatural green inside the wound. Whatever Supervillain had created to attack Hero with, it was still inside.

“I’m going to take the bullet out. Hold still.”

“W-what?! No-nononono I don’t–,” Panic instantly gripped Hero, their already paleing face nearly turning sheet white. They attempted to stumble to their feet, only to crumple back down with a choked gasp. “I’ve taken worse than this! Just–don’t touch it!”

“You have taken worse. I’ve personally thrown worse at you, and I’ve never once seen you bleed,” Villain pulled away for a moment, digging through their toolbelt to find anything they could use. “Something is wrong. Whatever bullet Supervillain made, it’s nullifying your powers. We have to remove it; you’ll either bleed out or be killed by Supervillain’s forces otherwise.”

“No!” Desperation laced the shout, so raw that Villain couldn’t help but stare at Hero in shock. Hero’s eyes were wild with terror as they squeezed their body against the tree, as if they could sink into the wood and hide away.

“I–I’ve never had to do anything like this! Nothing–,” tears were flowing unbidden now, leaving Hero to gasp pitifully. “Nothing’s ever hurt me! It’s gonna hurt, oh god it’s gonna hurt…I can’t do it!”

For a moment, Villain only stared, taken aback at hearing Hero, brave and obnoxious Hero, blubbering like a civilian.

The cruel part of their nature wanted to laugh. Here was their brave nemesis, someone who flew into danger without a second thought, who had faced countless enemies without fear, sniveling like a child at the doctor’s office. It was laughable, that Hero would be so terrified by something as simple as pain.

But the true terror, so foreign on Hero’s features, killed any humor Villain could feel at the situation.

It was very possible that Hero was right, that they’d truly never experienced something so natural as pain. When would they have, when even deadly force did nothing but inconvenience them? If a building falling on them couldn’t cause a bruise, what chance did everyday life have of harming them?

Hero had spent years, perhaps their entire lives, flying above the woes of mankind, immune to the pain they fought to protect others from. They’d simply never been hurt. And now their first taste of that so natural of hardships came in the form of a bullet lodged in their side.

For a brief moment Villain envied their usual immunity. For a much longer moment, they pitied Hero for their ignorance.

But they didn’t have time for pity.

“Please!” Hero sobbed, “Please, just leave it! It hurts, it’ll hurt–,”

“Look at me,” With rough hands, Villain grabbed Hero’s chin, silencing their pleas. They forced Hero’s tearful gaze forward. Terrified, shining eyes meeting Villain’s own determined glare.

“Yes, it will hurt. It’s going to hurt like hell, and you’re going to act like the damn hero you claim to be and take it. Do you understand me?” Villain didn’t break their stare for a moment. “I am not letting you die here. Supervillain doesn’t deserve the privilege of ending you. It is going to hurt, and you are going to endure it and save both our asses. Alright?”

For a long moment, Villain thought Hero would continue to fight them. They were still trembling, jaw shaking with muffled sobs, tears dripping onto Villain’s hand. Their whimpers were the only sound in the clearing.

But then something shifted in their eyes. It was not their usual strength or determination, it wasn’t bravery. It was something tearful and weak, but so trusting that it nearly knocked Villain off their feet.

So faintly that Villain almost mistook it for a tremor, Hero nodded. Villain nodded back.

They made quick work of preparing themselves. They turned to grab a handful of their cape, quickly tearing several strips to act as bandages. They scanned the forest floor and, after a moment of searching, found what they were looking for.

They brushed the dirt from a nearby stick, and presented it to Hero.

“Here, bite down on this. You’ll need it.”

Hero didn’t reach to grab the offered gag. Arms still pinned to their torso, Hero opened their mouth, leaning forward only slightly. Not unkindly, Villain placed the wood between their teeth. Hero bit down.

Gently, Villain moved Hero's body to the forest floor, laying them flat to expose their wound. Hero whined, low and pained, but their eyes never left Villain.

Villain returned to their toolbelt. After a moment of digging in their toolbelt, they found what they were looking for. A pair of long, thin tweezers, usually used for handling delicate wires, was held in their fingers. It would have to do.

Villain pulled themselves closer, trapping Hero’s legs with their own so they could sit over them, giving themselves full access to the injury. “Now, I need you to let me see your hands.”

Hesitantly, Hero’s hands moved instead to rest against Villain’s knees. They squeezed, grip tight.

Villain reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Hero’s face.

And then they got to work.

[serickswrites]

Hello writer of most beloved snippets! Might I request a little something? I'd love to see Hero get injured by Supervillain and then have Villain go absolutely feral and just destroy Supervillain because that's their Hero and no one is allowed to touch them

Hello, friend! I am so glad you like what I put out there. I can definitely write this for you.

Please enjoy!

Warnings: physical violence, head injury, unconsciousness, blood

Villain's blood ran cold as they stumbled upon the fight. They had every intention of finding Hero and challenging them tonight. They did not think they would be challenging Supervillain instead.

They watched, consumed by rage, as Supervillain flung Hero like a rag doll into the wall. They watched, seeing red, as Hero crumpled to the ground and remained unmoving. And they watched, jaw clenched, as Supervillain flung the clearly unconscious Hero through the air once more.

Villain surged forward, catching Hero quickly. This was not ok. This was not acceptable. Hero lay limply in their arms, nose bleeding heavily. They had a cut along their eyebrow and a cut along their hairline. "Wake up," Villain urged, shaking Hero hard.

But Hero didn't wake.

"Oh, did I break the pathetic, little Hero?" Supervillain sneered as they came to stop just out of Villain's reach.

Villain was going to end them. "They're alive." Hero was theirs to beat. Theirs to hurt. Theirs to destroy. Not Supervillain's.

"Shame," Supervillain said as they stared down their nose at Hero. "I would have thought that last hit fractured their skull. No matter. I can finish them off now."

"Leave them alone," Villain growled as Supervillain walked towards them. Hero was theirs and theirs alone.

Supervillain stopped. "Why? I'm just putting a wounded animal out of its misery." Supervillain cocked their head. "Or would you like the honor?"

"You are not to touch a hair on their head, Supervillain." Villain laid Hero down gently.

"Or what?" Supervillain raised their hand once more.

Villain didn't hesitate. They charged, unleashing the power that they had hidden for so long. "They are mine to fight. Mine to hurt. Mine to destroy."

Supervillain's face paled. Villain had hidden so much power. "I didn't mean--"

But Villain didn't care. They were going to ensure that Supervillain never interfered again. The last thing they saw before the darkness enveloped everything around them was Supervillain's terror filled eyes. "I will destroy you. And then Hero will be all mine once more," Villain hissed into the gathering darkness.