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whumpasaurus101 · 10 months

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I love UR WRITING! can u do henchman or sidekick whumpee x possessive villain whumper x posessive righthand whumper 2 (kinda like cruel sadistic yanderes) —whumpee caught trying to escape their mansion /whereever they live

GGAGGGHHH ANON YOURE THE SWEEETESSTTT <<33333 I LOVE THIS SM YES OFC!!!!

I'm sorry this isn't amazing but I couldn't get back to sleep so I whipped this up quickly HUIDJKHJDHDH

Cw: Knife wounds, held while hurt, yandere whumpers, mulitiple whumpers, creepy and possessive whumpers

“And just where might you be off to?” Villain’s voice cooed from behind Sidekick, a cold trickle sent down their spine as they shivered, “I uh-y-I…I swear I-”

“I-I-,” Villain mocked, taking a step closer, leading Sidekick to be pressed up against the door, “Darling,” Villain cooed, leaning in close as they tilted their head, “Do you not enjoy staying here?”

A sob caught in Whumpee’s throat as they tried to speak but they couldn't form any words. “What’s the matter, darling,” Right Hand crooned, raking their hand through Sidekick’s hair- who jumped, not noticing their advance on them. “Cat got your tongue?”

And suddenly, the gentle touch in their hair turned into an iron-tight grip as they tightened their fist, slamming Sidekick’s head against the door. Sidekick cried out, their hands flying up in an attempt to claw at Right Hand’s grip but there was no use. Villain nodded once at Right hand and took a step backwards;

“I know you think you belong to Hero, you think that’s who you belong to, but let me make one thing very clear,” Villain was practically shaking from anger, seething as they watched Sidekick begin to fight against Right Hand's grip. The sound of the switchblade opening made Sidekick freeze up.

“You don’t belong to anyone else but Right Hand and I. We own you, not Hero, not Civillain, not anyone,” Villain stepped closer, their knuckles white as they gripped the handle of the knife. “Nononono-”

Right Hand had managed to move behind Sidekick, pinning their back against their own chest as Villain advanced towards them. Sidekick cried out, tears streaming down their face as they thrashed against Right Hand, “NO-nonono ple-please ‘m so-sorry-” They sobbed, “I di-didn't mean- I-”

A sob erupted from their throat as the cold metal blade traced lightly along their ribs, the other froze, shivering and trembling as they squeezed their eyes shut. “Oh darling,” Right Hand cooed, playing with Sidekick’s hair, soaking in how they trembled, “We’re doing this for your own good.”

Sidekick jolted as the blade slashed once across their chest. Right Hand tightened their grip, “We’re doing this because we care about you,” They soothed, “You belong to us.” The knife next drew a long red line just below Sidekick’s collarbone, making the other yell through gritted teeth.

Villain lightly traced the knife up along their collarbone, up up up their neck, smudging a glistening red streak along their skin from their previous wounds. The knife stopped just under their chin, forcing their head up. Sidekick shook with a sob but slowly blinked their eyes open, a tear immediately falling as their eyes met with Villain’s.

“You belong with us,” They whispered, their voice making Sidekick shiver, a whimper escaping their throat.

“You belong to us and only us. Sidekick-” They slowly tucked a short curl behind Sidekick’s ear and Villain smiled gently, “We are the ones for you. You're made to be with us. We would do anything for you.”

Sidekick slowly cringed back into Right hand but they nodded.

Villain gently brought their hand against the cut along Sidekick’s collarbone. Sidekick bit their lip, holding in a cry as Villain slowly leant in and spoke quietly, “Who do you belong to, dove?”

Sidekick whimpered, tears streaming down their face as they rasped out but eventually spoked, “Y-you guys- o-only you guys.”

Villain’s eyes sparkled with delight and Right Hand smiled, gently massaging Sidekick’s scalp, “Oh, well done, Honey, we’re so proud of you.” Sidekick sobbed as all they could do was lean into the soft, gentle touches. Villain pocketed the knife quickly and cupped Sidekick’s face gently, their thumb brushing along their cheekbone, “I know it's hard, I know, dove. But here with us is where you belong, with us.” Sidekick wanted to fight, everything in them told them to resist. But this is where they belonged.

With them.

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celestiallights515 · 4 months

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At this point, I've given up trying to only post things I think other people will be happy with, considering it's been, like, a year. So enjoy.

Henchman staggered down the ally, dragging the back of their hand along their cheek as their foot sent ripples along a puddle, rain falling as a mist over the slumbering city. Street lights sent weak rays splashing across the exposed brick walls as movements sent spikes of pain through Henchman's body. They shivered, clutching a flannel to their shoulders that was at least one size too big.

Quick footsteps drew their attention behind them, towards the entrance off the street and away from the deadly silent streets on the other side. Nothing but empty night air met them, and Henchman set their jaw, turning back around and shaking off the adrenaline that shot through their system at the idea of another confrontation. Their prior meeting with Hero them in enough pain as it was.

"Evening."

Henchman leaped half a foot in the air, holding back a startled yelp as they came face to face with Villain, one eyebrow raised at their response. "What are you doing here?" Their voice was far too squeaky, the words far too callous. Villain stalked towards them, eyes already set on the darkening bruise on the side of Henchman's cheekbone.

"I saw the news," Villain answered, still focused on the already-midnight bruise. "I was wondering where you'd gone. No note, no mention, just keys on your desk and phone left on silent." Villain pauses, eyes narrowing as they scanned the rest of Henchman's body. "Then, of course, Right Hand shows me a clip of the news and a certain blondie trying to take down a hero that's been a thorn in my side for far too long. I figured you might run off this way."

"I was only trying to help, boss."

"By throwing yourself into combat unprepared. I wasn't aware you'd developed a death wish. I could've sent you to the cellar to satiate that; you needn't go searching for death at the hands of a hero I despise already."

Henchman floundered for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish, humiliation burning their cheeks hotter than any fire. "I don't--I didn't--"

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Villain demands, cutting Henchman off sharply.

A short, hesitant, mendacious* shake of their head. Villain's eyes call Henchman on their lie, but their mouth stays shut until:

"I'll have Medic check you out at HQ then. Let's go." They offer one hand and Henchman hesitates once more. Another inquisitive look from the Villain as a car passes by the ally, illuminating Villain's eyes and the look of fury within them.

"I really--"

Villain reaches for Henchman's hand before they get the chance to finish, and within the length of a heartbeat, they're standing in the middle of the infirmary of Headquarters, Villain's angry footsteps and overly stiff posture leaving them to contemplate just how badly they messed up.

Part Two

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mirohtron · 4 months

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im writing for @kaiwewi for this year's Secret Santa :) their prompt was:

Please write a story about a villain who is more of a mascot for their group of competent 'henchman' rather than an actual boss/leader.

—

Technically, the villain should've had the foresight to see this coming. They should've, probably, mentioned it to their leader, and if not them at least some lower-tier henchman. At least casually. Been like, hey, if I get kidnapped, you'll wanna save me, right? Could be hard to replace me.

Oh, man.

This wasn't really happening, was it?

A rough, hard punch to the cheek sent their whole world spinning. A pink leather-clad hand yanked them up from the back of their hair to keep them from sinking. The villain considered screaming for help and quickly thought against it. They had to stay put. Had to.

"Got you now," said the crueler hero. What was her name again? Something pretty and harmless that didn't match her dreadful grin. The guy beside her was all red and gold muscle. The villain had seen him grace the covers of a couple magazines before; their mother had been subscribed to Vanity growing up.

Oh, if only their mother could see them right now. Getting kidnapped in a back alley in the dead of night. In civilian clothes too, at that. Embarrassing.

"Took you long enough," the villain replied, and the next punch knocked a tooth out. They spat it out in a bloody glob, staining the red hero's boots. On the black asphalt, their molar looked like a red fucking star. Or perhaps a bloody ship lost at sea. Their saliva was salty and their breath metallic.

Fuck. Fuck, they should've brought this up with their leader at least once.

Red circled Pink like a slinking cat, waiting to strike at her say-so.

"Hurt them," she ordered, and Red drove his knee into the villain's gut, driving all the air out of their lungs, and threw them to the asphalt. Their palms scraped against loose gravel. Their tooth was right beside their little finger. The villain's lungs spasmed and they could barely catch up to their pain.

Their henchmen never hit them. Sure, the villain was used as a mascot, was the assigned 'fall guy' if it all went to shit, but their henchmen never hit them. Why would they? There was no reason to damage your mask... unless they ratted you out to a bunch of heroes.

What a wonderful excuse that would be. Hitting them to build up pain tolerance so they wouldn't go around breaking in interrogations. The villain wasn't even sure what these heroes did to get people like them to break. They'd heard horror stories about electrocution. Hallucinogens. It made their stomach churn.

Pink dug the heel of her boot into the villain's sternum, watching them struggle to breathe. Beside her, Red silently watched the scene occur like a good toy.

"Look at them," she remarked. Her eyes were alight with a predatory glow. "Helpless without their minions."

"Like you without your bitch," the villain rasped.

Pink's expression turned terrible, and she brought her boot down on their face with fury.

The world went white.

—

There is no point in explaining how they got into this position. The only thing you need to know is this: despite the fear surrounding the villain’s name and their face, despite their grandeur, and even despite the terrifying speeches they spent hours poring over before releasing to the public, all the villain was, was a mascot to their henchmen and their shadowy leader. They were powerless, merely a result of perfect cues and perfect illusions. Behind the scenes, they were as replaceable as a magician’s cards.

—

The villain could not see for several hours.

It was possible that nobody was coming. A small part of their mind, harbouring a particularly loud voice, feared that their henchmen were already looking for replacements. Maybe they already had a list of candidates that they were crossing out.

In the most pathetic parts of the villain's mind they considered giving up every bit of information they knew, inclined to believe that somewhere out there, was a body double suited up and in the midst of memorising a script. Perhaps in exchange for information, they’d be offered a stable life. How delusional.

Someone had taken their sweater off, and some skin on their forearms was raw and red from when Red shoved them to the ground, tender in the chilly air of whatever room they were held in.

Rough hands forced their arms to wrap around the backrest of a metal chair. The villain took in a wheezing gasp and struggled as they heard the rustle of a thick cord being unwrapped.

"Ugh," came an apathetic voice, and a third hand wrapped around the back of their neck and forced their head down. They couldn't struggle like this; the metal dug into their flesh and they weren't strong enough to put up a fight.

The cord was fastened, and the blindfold over their eyes was yanked out.

Neon lights as bright as the sun blinded them, and they caught the glint of water just below their vision.

“Now,” commanded a voice, and a red hand caught their hair, and before the villain could register a goddamn thing they were drowning.

The villain made the biggest mistake of their life: they breathed, and their brain went into instant shock as water burned their airways. They opened their mouth to gasp and choked on liquid death, ears popping, their body's temperature dropping. The bowl's edges dug into their neck and jaw and they struggled and struggled, feet kicking the floor, hitting table legs and air and other useless things.

The hand on their neck kept them down, cold, unfeeling. Murderous. The villain's lungs burned; the water remained ice cold. Their heart jack-knifed in their chest, threatened to break out of their ribs. The water suffocated them mercilessly.

They were dying. They were dying and nobody was coming to help.

The world went as white as those neon lights.

—

Cold water ran down their chin, wetting their chest, making their hair stick to their face. The skin on their arms burned from the metal chair. The interrogation (torture?) room was all metal walls and neon lights.

The villain's lungs burned with each breath, but they took in air graciously. Had they blacked out?

A blurry face, pale and cruel, came into view, haloed by the lights. Behind Pink, the villain spotted cuffs hanging from a stained wall. Beside her feet were worn cords, dried blood on them.

The metal on this chair was rusted. They'd need a tetanus shot if they got cut from this, right?

Pink turned to Red, who stood behind them. "Dim the lights."

The hand on their hair left. Pink caught the villain's jaw, leaning down to look at them eye to eye.

The villain took in another noisy, unsteady breath. Their stomach still churned. Their chest felt as cold as their chair.

The lights dimmed until Pink's features were highlighted ghostly white, shadowed menacingly. Red's presence behind the villain felt radioactive.

Someone had to come. Someone had to. They were a good mascot, weren't they? But acrobats were as replaceable to circuses as playing cards were to a magician. They clenched their corded hands into tight, trembling fists.

Her grip threatened to bruise. "I knew there was something wrong with you," she said. "So brave playing the evil guy, treating the city like it's a stage, but without your employers, you're just another regular crook, aren't you?"

The villain’s chest seized at the accuracy with which she’d clocked them, but they forced themselves to give her the most cutting grin they could muster. "We're much more similar than you think, you and I."

Red pulled their head back and pressed something metallic to their neck—a blade. The villain let out a terrified sound, and Pink laughed. "Look at them," she said. "Shaking like a leaf at a blunt knife."

"I could do a lot of damage with it," said Red. He dragged the knife down, rusty just like everything else in this damn room, trailing grime down their skin in its wake. He aimed the point of it at the hollow of their throat, and the villain choked on a noise. "Could poke here with enough pressure, see what happens."

The villain desperately shook their head as much as they could. Pink seemed to delight in their reaction.

Oh, god. They scrambled for some lines stored in their head, from watching movies and reading scripts and writing speeches. "Come on," they tried, struggling to get their voice to adopt a careless lilt. The blunt point of the knife felt suffocating. Was it blocking their blood flow? "Can't we all come to an agreement here?"

They weren’t even expecting a proper response to that. But Pink’s entire attitude seemed to flip, and the look in her eyes went from sinister to eager with such swiftness that it made the villain shiver. "Oh, we could," She said, crouching down and looking up at them with sudden kindness. "Tell me," she said, "what your henchmen are up to." She traced her thumb over the villain's knee. "And I will personally assure your safe withdrawal from them, and you'll never see us or them ever again."

The villain looked down at her in silence, unnerved. A cold drop of water dripped down from their hair, down the bridge of their nose. They wouldn't snitch. They couldn't.

She traced the outline of their kneecap patiently. Behind her, Red stood in silence. His knife was gone. The villain could hear their heartbeat.

"You know," said the villain. "Oddly enough I don't believe that."

Pink lit their knee on fire, broke a fucking bone, did something horrible, because their kneecap lit up in absolute agony and they screamed, and Red was drowning them again.

—

Their chest was soaked, their jaw ached from all of the punches and backhanded slaps they'd received, and their scalp felt bruised from the harshness with which Pink and Red manhandled their head.

Nobody was coming. The lights were dim and the sun was probably rising outside, and a rising sun meant no shadows for their leader to travel with. They couldn't tell how long it'd been.

It'd been long enough for an alarmingly red bruise to start forming on their knee, though. Perhaps a couple hours. Their leader’s right-hand had once told them how long it took for bruises to form. They reckoned this one would turn a hideous purple in a couple of days and stay like that until next week. If they were alive until next week.

They coughed up water and phlegm. Pink nudged them with rough fingers to their temple. Red sharpened that blunt knife with a whetstone, the sound of it piercingly loud in their ears. It wasn't rusty. It bled, staining the water red, making it glint like the devil's eyes in the low light.

Pink held out her hand. "Bring it over."

Like a fucking dog, Red obeyed. Pink flicked the knife around like a magician did their cards. The villain flinched.

She laughed. God, that dreadful laugh. She pressed the cusp of her palm down on their forehead and a whimper eked out of the villain's throat, but they couldn't snitch. They couldn't. Yes, they were expendable. Yes, they knew their henchmen looked down on them to some degree. And yes, all that they were, was a mask for a coalition of bad guys to hide behind.

But. But.

They didn't have anywhere else to go.

The knife pressed cold against their neck. Red walked over to see, curious like a child. The lights were so dim that the ceiling was pitch black.

The villain stared at Pink with wide eyes, unsure if this was a threat or the real deal. But then the knife began to slice, and the villain jerked and flinched in their restraints.

Oh, god, oh god oh god oh god. The villain strained their wrists against the cords once more, dug their toes into the fucking floor, wishing something would swallow them up.

"I'm sorry!" they said in their absolutely ruined, drowned voice. "I'll—I'll tell! I swear I'll fucking rat those guys out like it's no tomorrow."

"There it is," said Red in his detached voice.

"There it is," repeated a pleased Pink. She turned the knife up and pressed it to a vein that the villain knew was important because the leader's right hand had mentioned it once. The jugular, or something? They choked on a breath. "Let it all come out, honey."

Oh, god, were they really going to do this? The villain looked at the ceiling, praying for something to come and help them. Their legs and arms shook. Their knee ached. They looked at a shadowy, void-like patch tucked away in the upper corner of the ceiling as though it would save them.

The void stared back.

The villain choked again.

One eye, glowing gold like a ring stared at them. Then another. A pair of eyes staring back at them, familiar ones, gold, like...

Their leader’s face emerged from the shadows, a finger pressed to her lips. Burning relief flooded the villain's veins.

Pink stared at them intently, patiently still. Waiting for a response. Their leader slinked back into the shadows, snake-like in her smoothness, and the villain scrambled to put on a mask.

Like an actor on stage, they twisted their face up in pain, anger, hurt, grief. "They're such cruel people," the villain said, staring deeply into Pink's eyes. "Such terrible, cruel people."

Their leader approached.

Pink leaned in, handed the knife over to Red to pocket. "Poor thing," she remarked.

The villain nodded, leaning in with her. "Yes," they breathed. "Poor you."

They kicked her knees and heard a crunch. Pink screamed, stumbling back, and their leader shot out of the darkness, fist curled and glinting—brass knuckles?—and punched the back of her head. She went down like a rag doll.

"Holy shit—" Someone snapped their cords off, and the villain was quickly hauled up to their legs, that same blade pressing into their neck. They seized.

Red's fist shook as he clutched the villain's hair. The knife quivered.

Their leader froze.

"Get down." Red's voice was calm, but his chest rose in unsteady breaths behind the villain's back.

The other raised her hands up placatingly, slipping the bloody brass knuckles off. At her feet, Pink's body twitched, her hair stained, blood pooling around her head and spreading at an alarming rate. Her twitching seemed to make Red tick worse.

The villain's heart felt close to bursting. Their chest was still wet from that water bowl, and their knee threatened to give out on them. The room was growing darker. "Stop that," gritted out Red. "I'll give you your mascot if you leave us alone. I need—I need to fix her."

"You'll remember us. You'll remember them." Their leader carefully gestured to the villain. "I can't let that happen."

Red didn't want to hear that—the blade twitched against the villain's neck. They whimpered in fright. The shadows twitched closer. "You hit the back of her head."

"Yes, I know how to give someone amnesia."

"I can heal the wound, but the brain damage will remain. She won't remember anything, and, and—" Pink twitched again, some horrible noise escaping her throat. Red's glove squeaked with the effort it took to not simply drive the blade into the villain's neck. "I'll give you your goddamn mascot if you take back the shadows, just let me save her."

The leader looked at the villain, no doubt taking in their dripping wet hair, the slowly forming bruises on their cheeks, the steady way the tiny cut on their neck bled.

The shadows retreated. Red shoved them forward and dove to Pink, quickly removing his gloves and hovering a shaking hand over her wound. He whispered soft, soothing things to her and caressed her bloodstained hair as his hand took on a healing, golden glow.

The villain stumbled into their leader's arms, completely wetting the front of their shirt, but the leader didn't seem to mind. Her arms wrapped firmly around them, protective, and pressed them closer. The villain gladly melted into their embrace, taking in trembling gasps.

Their leader bowed her head to whisper into their ear, "You betrayed us."

The villain bodily flinched. They looked up at their leader, but her expression was blank, unreadable. "What?"

One hand left to fish something out of their pockets, the other arm remained to keep the villain pressed close like a cord. Their leader pulled out a gun and the villain froze, paling, but she merely struck the butt of it against Red's head. It was too harsh; his whole body moved with the hit, and he was thrown to the side. His fingers were still stained with Pink's blood. "You broke, didn't you? You must've told them bits and pieces of information, to keep the pain at bay."

"I—I didn't..." The villain didn't what? They knew they should be defending themselves. But their throat was merely closing up. "Madame," they restarted. "She put a knife to my neck."

Their leader cocked their head to the side, as though they were trying to spot a lie. The villain stepped back and looked down at their feet, pressing a finger to their bleeding neck.

Stationed outside of what turned out to be an old, run-down building was their leader's right-hand. They took one look at the villain's limp and clucked, giving them their arm to hold on to.

It was still a couple hours from sunrise. The villain glared at the ink-blue sky stretching out into the horizon and let the right-hand inspect all the bruises and cuts they could see.

Their leader left to pull out the sleek black car they'd be travelling in.

—

So their henchmen hadn't come because they cared. They'd just come to protect themselves. Technically, the villain couldn't blame them—they'd been desperate enough to consider spilling all the information they knew to save their own skin.

But still. But still. They'd been drowned.

The villain stared out at all the buildings and streets they passed and tried to get any depressing thoughts out. They'd get out of this. They'd clear their name. And their leader would trust them less, but at least they'd still have a home.

—

The ache in their knee grew worse with time. To their chagrin, the right-hand carried them into the lair like a bride, and the mascot (they didn't need to pretend anymore) stubbornly stared at their hurt knee, chest still squeezing, heart still pounding.

The right-hand wanted to take them to the med bay; their leader told him to look after the mascot in her quarters. As the right-hand moved aside paperwork, bottles of ink, and stacks of files and folders from their leader's desk, she went fishing for a medkit in her ensuite.

Right-hand caught their chin, tilting their face up to the light. They brushed a thumb against the corner of the mascot's frowning lip. "They punched you?"

"My tooth's gone."

The right-hand perched them over the expensive wood, their hands steady and oddly comforting. Gone as soon as they were done. "And what happened to your knee?"

"I don't know. One of them squeezed it or something."

"I see." The right-hand brushed their fingers over the front of their damp shirt, frowned, and went to look for drier clothing.

Their leader came back and placed the medkit down on their desk with too much force. The mascot flinched. Their right-hand glanced at them from where they fished for new clothes.

Her expression said: explain. The mascot swallowed.

"I didn't tell them anything," they said.

Their leader tilted their head to the side, and it made the mascot's chest squeeze. She leaned into their space and the mascot clenched their fists. "I'm being very gentle because I know you don't like pain, and I know that that would've made you betray us back in that old warehouse. That red hero knew you were a mascot. What else did you tell them?"

"I didn't—I wouldn't—"

"You would."

The mascot shoved them. The right-hand glanced at the two, alarmed. "If you were as helpless as me, you would crack too!"

Their leader, to the mascot's frustration, showed no reaction to that shove. They went down on their feet despite their hurt knee, putting more distance between the pair. Their hands shook. Some papers flew off of the desk, and the mascot didn't care that they stepped on them.

"I know I would have." Their leader took on a faux-soothing voice. "That's why I'm asking you—what did you tell them?"

"Nothing!"

"You were ready to rat us out like no tomorrow. That's not nothing."

"What?" the right-hand asked from near the wardrobe.

"Shut up!” yelled the mascot, feeling slightly hysterical. This wasn’t going well. This wasn’t going well at all. “I had a knife to my neck!" They pointed to their cut. They could feel their throat closing, their voice growing croaky. "I was drowning, and they were hitting me, and—" To their embarrassment, wetness was coming to their eyes. They felt terrible. Of course their leader wouldn't trust them; the mascot didn't trust her either. But they felt hurt regardless.

They thought they were worth saving. Weren't they?

"Oh." The leader sounded disappointed. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't cry like that."

The mascot threw a bottle of ink at them. It shattered against their chest, staining it black.

Their right-hand was frozen. The mascot swayed on unstable feet, head pounding. Their leader looked at the mess on their chest in mild shock, eyes imperceptibly wider than before. That didn’t make the mascot feel better.

A tear, traitorously, escaped and ran down their cheek. The mascot covered their red face. They could hear their heartbeat. It drowned out every other noise there could be.

"I was afraid you wouldn't come," they confessed. A soft hiccup escaped their throat, and their body felt tight in their discomfort. "It's not like I shattered. I was afraid the moment they caught me. I was afraid I was going to be replaced up until the moment I saw you. But I didn't say a single thing, not until they cut me, because they were cruel—I didn't want to lose my fingers and teeth to people who would never come to save me."

For a very, very long moment, nobody said a goddamn thing. The mascot wished to disappear. Someone touched their shoulder and they swatted that hand off. "Don't touch me."

The moments ticked on. The mascot stared at the floor in a quiet, tired sort of anger. The kind that a toddler experiences after throwing a tantrum that gets them nothing but a tired body and a tear-soaked face.

They should’ve never been saved.

“I’m sorry,” came the leader’s quiet voice. The mascot glanced up and saw that she was not looking at them. “I have misjudged you. I shouldn’t have.”

It would be the mature decision to accept that apology, but the mascot didn’t want to do that. So they stared at their feet and said, bitterly, “When have you not?”

Their leader’s hand was stained with ink, as dark as their shadows, and they rubbed the pads of their fingers together. “You can retire to your quarters now. I’ll send my right hand to check on you soon.”

The mascot was thankful for that; they stepped out of the room and burst into tears immediately.

—

The right-hand’s fingers rested on the mascot’s hip as they applied a salve to their hurt knee.

“I’m sorry,” came their quiet apology.

“What are you apologising for?”

They didn’t meet the mascot’s eye. The right-hand gazed at their thumb, which traced circles on the villain’s slowly numbing knee. “It wasn’t a unanimous decision to save you, I admit. There was a fight. But the leader and I wanted you back. We were all divided. But she insisted.”

The mascot laughed wryly. “‘Cause I’d leak information?”

“That’s not what was on the forefront of her mind.”

“Then what was?”

The right hand looked up at them, and they really did seem regretful. They cupped the mascot’s jaw. “I knew you were missing a tooth the moment I saw you. We found it, you know, in a back alley near your apartment. She flipped before we could even confirm it was yours.”

“You…confirmed it was mine?”

The right-hand turned a bizarre shade of pink. “When you first joined us, you gave up your medical records. And that includes your dental records, so…”

“...Oh.”

—

Crickets chirped past their bedroom window. The mascot stared into the darkness of their room, sleep slow to catch up to them. The salve’s effects were wearing off, the pain coming back in growing aches. Faint rays of five a.m. sunlight trickled into their room through gaps in their curtains, glowing prussian blue.

When their eyelids began to grow heavy, the shadows in their room curled towards them, hesitant to touch, keen on encompassing.

“You came,” the mascot mumbled tiredly. The shadows came nearer. “Because you thought I was hurt?”

I was afraid for your safety, said the shadows. But I didn’t make that clear, and I let my paranoia get ahead of my better judgment. For that, I am sorry.

“But you still came,” they repeated, “To save me.”

As soft as morning mist, the shadows slithered around before their lips. I did, it agreed. Of course I did.

The mascot drifted off to sleep, safe and snug.

#secret santa #kyles.writing #so sorry. if the dynamic is weird. i tried to cook #AND SORRY THAT ITS LONG OH GOD 4K WORDS 💀#omfg but shes done 😭😭😭 FINALLY #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #villain x villain #mascot x villain #mascot x villain x right hand #if you squint #i tried to cook as i said #hero x hero #if you squint marginally less #theyre kinda....idk #pink x red #kaiwewi

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serickswrites · 5 months

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Set Up II

Part 1 Part 3

Hero still couldn’t believe that Supervillain hadn’t killed them. That Supervillain had offered them kindness. And full support.

They couldn’t believe it as they walked into Lair on Supervillain’s heels and everyone welcomed them. Genuinely welcomed them. Only hours ago they had been enemies, now they were being treated as a comrade.

“Welcome back, Boss,” one minion came up to Supervillain. “I took the liberty of setting up a new bedroom. I’m sure your new friend is very tired.”

Supervillain looked over at their shoulder at Hero. “Take them to the med bay first. See that they are checked over and have everything they need. I have reports to review.”

The minion saluted. “Come on,” they said to Hero and put a gentle hand on Hero’s shoulder. “Boss has stuff to do. You and I have stuff to do.”

“I don’t….I don’t understand,” Hero said as they slowly followed the minion. “Supervillain…”

“Is not the person Superhero would have you believe they are. I’m Right Hand. I’ll be sure you get a map and introduce you to your training squad. But first let’s get a healer to look at you.”

By the time Hero sank into their fluffy bed, they had met so many new people—all delighted to meet and help Hero—had a more thorough medical evaluation than they’d had the entire time they had worked under Superhero, and had a detailed map of Lair in hand.

Right Hand had escorted them to their room with promises that they would be there first thing in the morning to take Hero to training, should Hero wish.

A knock at the door interrupted Hero’s thoughts. Hero jumped up and opened the door, surprised that they hadn’t been locked in. Supervillain leaned on the door frame. “Hey,” they smiled.

“Hi?” Hero still wasn’t sure why Supervillain hadn’t killed them.

“Just wanted to be sure you have everything you need. You’ve had a big day, after all.”

Hero nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you it’s—“

“The humane thing to do. Superhero always treated their apprentices like trash. I treat everyone like a person deserving of dignity and respect.”

Hero opened and closed their mouth. That was….more than decent.

Supervillain yawned. “Like I said, just wanted to check on you before I head out on a night mission.”

“Take me with you,” Hero blurted out.

Supervillain gave Hero a once over glance. “Not yet. You were set up to fail today. I won’t do the same as my adversary.” Supervillain put a hand up to stop Hero’s protest. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll be sure you’re good and ready soon. You’ll see.”

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Don't Let Me Down ♔♕

Part 3

Warnings: Language, Betrayal, Enemies To Lovers, Eventual Smut, Past Trauma.

Part 4

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"Hero,"

The girl looked up from where she was sulking and doodling on her paper with a pen to see Superhero 2 walking towards her, a hesitant look on her face.

It's been two days since she and Sidekick had seen that meeting. Mentor 6 was acting weird and for some reason, he seemed to be keeping an extra eye on Hero. She had a feeling why but she just hoped it wasn't true.

She wasn't dumb. She could fit the pieces together, she may not have had an idea about who Superhero was talking about at fist but now...she could see it clearly. And it terrified her.

"Oh, Morning Superhero 2." Hero nods at her deeply. "What did you need?" She asks sitting up, a small smile growing on her face.

Superhero 2 stared at her, eyeing her and analyzing her as if she was finding the good things. "Superhero wants to talk to you in his office. Don't be late, he's not in a happy mood." She says, quickly walking away.

Hero frowns at her curt attitude before standing up and heading to Superhero's office.

Her head started ringing warning bells.

Her stomach churned and twisted.

Her heart clenched with fear and pain.

She knocks on the door before opening it a peek, Superhero was stood near the window. She enters quietly.

"You wanted to see me?" Hero says, walking closer and taking a seat on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Superhero hums. "Yes, I did." He turns around to face her, he licks his lips. "Hero..." He starts.

The girl felt her heart start to pound in her ears, she felt that same warning feeling come back. She clenched her legs together, swallowing hard as she tried hard not to squirm.

Superhero let's out a breath. "Hero, you know what's coming." He says quietly, almost regretfully.

"What? I don't." Hero says, acting gullible. If she acted naive, maybe this wouldn't be true. Maybe this wouldn't come true. "What are you talking about?"

"Hero...." Superhero's eyes drill holes as he stares at her. "You are too be married to Supervillain in four months, a trade for a trade. You, for the hard drive." He waits for her reaction.

Hero felt sick. She felt nauseous as she slowly stood up, shaking her head in horror. "No, no, no, no-"

"Hero, calm down." Superhero orders sternly.

"NO!" Hero screams, shaking her head as panic seized her. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Her breathing grew heavy, she shakes her head. "Why? Why me?"

Superhero stares at her, clenching his jaw as he looked away. "Because you are known to be the smartest people in this organization. Your powers are unique," he states.

"Please, no." Hero swallows hard. "I- I'm already dating Other Hero. I- I have a life. You can't just do this,"

"I'm sorry, Hero." Superhero states, he licks his lips. "But it's inevitable. You are too be married to Supervillain."

Hero felt dizzy.

Her hand went to her head, tears started to stream down her cheeks causing Superhero to clench his jaw and look away.

A cry let out of Hero's lips, she fell to her knees. "No, no, no, no, no, no." She whispers. "I won't do it. I won't marry that monster! I won't marry anyone! I love Other Hero!" She screams.

"You don't have a choice!" Superhero bellows. "You don't have a choice in this, Hero, you are going to marry him one way or another. It's official. It will be announced in a few hours, all around the world."

"No." She whispers in horror.

Superhero scoffs. "And do you honestly think Other Hero cares about you? For goodness sake's he's cheating on you with Vigilante!"

That's when she felt it. The first part of her heart broke, along with the second, the third and finally, the fourth.

"I won't." She whispers, tears still running down her now flushed cheeks. "I won't. I won't marry him,"

Superhero sighs before he calls out for some people.

Guards enter the room.

Hero feels her heart sting with betrayal. "I trusted you, I looked up to you." She whispers, standing up. "Why would you do this?"

Superhero stares at her, something flashes in his eyes before he nods over to the guards. "Restrain her." He orders.

"No!" Hero screams, she brings out her hands and a few guards drop down on their knees with painful screams.

Hero feels something jab in her neck, her eyes droop with exhaustion as she falls into someone's arms. Her eyes close and she blacks out, fading into darkness.

It's a few hours later when she wakes up.

Hero groans, holding her head in agony as she felt it throb. Her eyes snap open and she sits up, almost getting whiplash. She groans, remembering what happened.

Her heart felt pain and betrayal.

This couldn't be happening.

Hero looks around the room in a panic, seeing that she was in a clean, white, very bright, holding cell. She was laid on the white sheets of the bed, there was a glass of water on the table but she didn't want to drink anything.

She quickly gets up and looks around, that's when she spots the door and the small window. She moves closer and sees a couple of guards standing by, looking nervous or something.

She slowly looks up and spots a camera.

Anger grows in her, she whips around and throws the glass on the floor. Along with the sheets, the pillows and everything else that she found. She screams.

"LET ME OUT! I'M NOT MARRYING ANYONE!" Hero screams at the top of her lungs, which is quite impressive. "GET ME OUT! THIS IS AGAINST MY CONSENT!"

She screams yet again and let's out a power burst which shakes the room, causing her hair to float and her eyes to flash. She let's out a breath as she calms down slightly, her hair falling down.

Hero trashes the whole room, her powers acting up along with her screaming every now and then. The guards outside the door winched and felt a trickle of pity but they knew they could do nothing.

"LET ME OUT! OR I WILL CAUSE PAIN TO YOU ALL!" Hero yells, breathing heavily. She grabs the small decorative pieces and throws it towards the door, it shattered into pieces.

Hero stares at it, she glares at the camera. "SUPERHERO, LET ME OUT! YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO! LET ME OUT OR I WILL KILL YOU!" She breathes heavily. They may have been empty threats but she didn't care, she was angry and in denial.

Hero breathes out heavily, putting her hands on her hips and thinking a way to get out. She glances at the door, biting her lip.

She may have to use her control power.

Hero takes a deep breath before walking over to the door and closing her eyes, she could feel the strain her body and mind were doing.

She could feel the exhaustion enter her, the same numbness feeling came, but she pushed on. She had to do this, she had to get out. She didn't care if she had to be on the run, she needed to get out.

Immediately, the door made a click.

Hero smirks.

......

The girl quickly walks around the apartment, gathering her clothes and things she needed. She grabbed every essential thing she needed.

One way or another, Hero was getting out of this mess and leaving the city. There was no way that she was gonna marry....Supervillain....of all people. This was against her will, against her consent.

Terror enters her mind. If she was married to him, who knows what he'll do to her. Who knows what she'll have to see. She would probably become a villain herself, which was very unlikely but she would have to be tortured, probably. She would have to suffer with him.

She'd have no friends and no allies, she'd be all alone. She'd be tortured and disrespected, she would be used as a doll, a bargaining chip.

There was no way in hell that she would allow that.

Hero quickly puts her stuff in the duffel bag, breathing heavily.

She hears the door click along with a set of footsteps.

She freezes.

"Hero..."

She slowly turns around to see Other Hero, a gentle look on his face.

Perhaps in another world, she would have run to him. Perhaps, she would have told him everything, perhaps she would act so innocent and gullible in front of him.

Maybe, she would have asked for his help. Maybe, she wouldn't have asked him for the truth, maybe she wouldn't have to get even with him next time she met him.

Other Hero stares at her. "Hero, I'm so sorry. I just heard," he told her.

But Hero saw right through his act, she had spotted the needle in his pocket, an awful place to hide it.

She swallows. "Is it true?" She questions softly, glancing at her stuff. She needed to find a way to get out of here, no way in hell would she go back and marry the most dangerous man in the world.

"Is what true?" Other Hero asks in confusion, moving closer to her with a frown.

"Don't come any closer!" She snaps, surprising him greatly. "Are you....are you cheating on me with Vigilante?" She whispers, heartbroken.

Other Hero stared at her, gaping. He closes his mouth and swallows hard, deciding to stay silent.

Hero laughs humorously, wanting to cry. "Your not here for me, are you? No, your here for the agency."

Other Hero sighs. "It's a sacrifice you have to make, Hero," he tells her. "You have too. For the world."

So it was true.

A Hero would sacrifice You for the World, but a Villain would sacrifice the World for You. That quote has always been in her mind, she's just never comprehended it. "No," She says shaking her head. "I won't do it. You can't make me."

Other Hero's resolve shatters, showing his true colors. He lunges at her, slapping her face.

Hero gasps, trying to kick at him but he manages to overpower her and pin her to the wall, choking her.

Hero gasps, coughing. "L-let g-go!" She yelps.

Other Hero glares at her. "Did you honestly never feel it? Did you never see it? The jealousy? The envy?" He tightens his grip, scoffing. "You were always the number one hero in everyone's eyes!"

Hero chokes.

"You were the best! In front of everyone!" Other Hero exclaims angrily. "You were always the one! Everyone always preferred you! I was never the one!"

"W-why dat-date me -t-then?" She coughs out, struggling to get out of his death grip.

Other Hero glares at her. "I thought I could use you to get more popular, but no. I was always the other hero. But after your gone, dead or alive, I'll be number one. I am the best, after you."

Hero manages to push him away, tears in her eyes. "So it was a lie? All of it! Every kiss, every moment, every intimate memory!?" She snaps. "All of it, a lie?! Just to get back at me, to use me?!" She screams.

Other Hero looks at her with disgust. "Oh, get over it Hero, not everything's about you." He scoffs before taking out the needle. "And you will be coming back with me."

Hero jumps away from him, grabbing something, anything to defend herself. She runs for the bedroom, trying to close the door but Other Hero slams it open due to his strength.

Other Hero grabs her and pushes her onto the bed, he grabs her wrists and pins it above her head.

"NO!" Hero screams. "No! No! Ugh! Get off me! I'm...I'm not going back! Get off! I-I'm not going back!" She cries out.

"Shut up!" Other Hero yells, he then stuns her with the needle, pressing it into the skin of her neck.

Hero gasps, feeling herself get dizzy, her eyes droop. She tries to fight it but she immediately goes unconscious, a breath escaping her lips.

.................

When she wakes up in the room again, she doesn't fight, she doesn't scream, she doesn't do anything.

She just sits there, numb.

She doesn't feel anything.

And she probably won't for a long while.

"Hero!"

She slowly looks up to hear the whispering voice come from Sidekick, who was stood near the door, a heartbroken expression on his face.

She stands up and makes her way to him, a dead expression on her face.

"Oh, Hero." Sidekick sighs. "I am so sorry. I had no idea they would do all this. I didn't even think they would pick you, give you up."

Hero only stares at him numbly.

Sidekick bites his lip, looking at her nervously. He glances at the guards, who were staring at him suspiciously. He swallows hard. "Hero..." He says.

She only shakes her head.

"Hero," Sidekick starts. "I heard that Mastermind will arrive with Supervillain in a day or two. Superhero has arranged for you to go with them and stay with them for 2 months. Up until the wedding," he explains.

Hero's eyes widened, but she blinks and goes back to just staring.

Sidekick continues. "Your gonna have to go with them.....to Venezuela." He states, swallowing hard as he saw the ways her eyes flashed with sadness.

"....Venezuela?" She whispers, brokenhearted.

Sidekick nods. "Yeah. Mastermind along with the rest of his family live there."

A broken laughs escapes Hero, she smiles wryly. "My luck seems to be something else, ain't it? I'm gonna be a trophy wife," she whispers.

Horror washed over. She was gonna be used and prodded as a thing by Supervillain and his family. She didn't even know how many relatives he had. Would they all sneer at her? Torture her? Use her?

Would they all bully her?

She swallows hard, shaking her head. No, it was nothing new. She was gonna have to fight back.

She may have been upset with Other Hero, but right now, she had decided to push those thoughts away to the back of her head. She was gonna deal with her breakup and betrayal later.

She first has to deal with getting out of here. She has to plan her move, she needs too....

She pauses.

There's a reason why she's always the best at undercover missions.

She was gonna have to act.

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It was two days later when she heard the door open.

"Get up, Hero." A guard says gruffly, opening the door and hearing a buzz happen.

The other guard follows, smirking smugly at her.

Hero gets up, her face blank but her cheeks marked with tear stains. She slowly stands up and follows after them.

"Heh, heh." One of the guards laugh. "Looks like the almighty Hero, isn't as strong as she thought was."

Hero pauses, now outside her cell, the two guards pause and turn to her.

Her sad and depressed act drops and her eyes narrow dangerously, her eyes glowing a royal color. She smirks. "Well, I always thought cunning was better suited than strong." She immediately attacks.

The two fight expertly at her but she's the best of the best, so she defeats them easily. She sighs and let's go of their arms, staring at their unconscious forms on the floor.

An alarm breaks out.

Hero looks around wildly before running out of the room. She immediately breathes out when she sees a shit ton of guards, she shrugs.

"Well, I've dealt with worse criminals." She says before jumping up and doing a backflip.

She dodges most of their hits and jumps up, wrapping her legs around one of the guard's arms and swinging to the side. He goes unconscious.

She jumps up quickly and cartwheels to the other side of the dimly lit hallway. She yelps when a guard attacks her, she quickly runs back before punching him in the face.

"Jerk," She breathes before looking up and seeing more. She huffs in annoyance. "Seriously?" She mutters.

Her eyes narrow, a dangerous glint growing in her eyes.

Hero slowly brings her hands up, a concentrated look on her face. Many of the guards start to groan in pain, screaming and crying out as they fell to their knees.

The ones that don't, only stare in horror. Most of them faint.

Hero sighs, a bit tired from using her power. She spots a few guards running at her and frowns.

She dodges most of their kicks.

She drops down and sweeps her legs under a guard's leg. He yelps and falls down.

She then kicks another in the chest causing him to choke and fall.

Another tries to grab her but she grabs his arms and pushes him back. "Didn't you momma ever tell you to respect a girl?" She breathes out before delivering a punch to his face.

Hero watches him crumble to the floor. She looks around the large hallway, exhausted.

Many of the guards were unconscious, dropped dead on the floor like worms. A few were holding and crying out for their injuries, some had blood on their face due to her hits and kicks.

She sighs, discreetly glancing at the cameras. Hero hoped that they had seen her little show, a message that she should be take seriously.

She turns around to leave but pauses when she hears footsteps.

Terror grips her when she sees Superhero with Mentor 6, who looked solemn and regretful. "Hero..." He says quietly, staring at her with guilt.

"My, my, my."

Hero looks up to see Mastermind with a grin on his face, walking towards their direction with a man behind him.

Fear grips her when she realizes that the man is Supervillain. The most dangerous man known to the hero and villain world.

And he was staring right at her, walking towards her with a stoic expression. His hands were in the pockets of his very, most likely, expensive looking pants. He paused to sweep his gaze behind her, at all the immobilized guards before looking back at her.

She glared at him defiantly.

Something flashes in his eyes, good or most likely bad, she didn't know.

"Superhero!" Mastermind says with a jolly tone. "You told me that she was incredible and a very good fighter but not that good. Did you see her?" He wad staring at her rather creepily. "It was absolutely incredible. Amazing!"

"Yes. It was," Superhero says tightly. He was staring hard at her, a warning.

Hero swallows hard, staring at him with sadness and betrayal. She bristles.

"You trained her well, Mentor 6." Mastermind comments, eyeing the guards behind her and giving her a all too happy grin.

"I didn't train her, not really no." Mentor 6 says with no emotion in his tone. "Superhero did most of the work."

"Well, I'll be." The nearly old man laughs. "You did a great job. She will be an awesome addition to our family."

"No way in hell!"

Everyone's head snapped towards her, staring at her in surprise.

Supervillain raised an eyebrow.

Mentor 6 frowns, he swallows hard, looking at Hero with a nervous expression on his face. "Hero..." He says shaking his head, pleading her to shut up.

But Hero has never been the one to shut up. "No. I'm not doing it, I'm not marrying anyone." She states rather firmly.

Superhero stares at her. "Hero...." He starts as she continues to shake her head. "I'm warning you...."

"No."

Superhero breathes out.

Mastermind also narrows his eyes.

Mentor 6 looks between them. "Hero, please." He says turning to her. He walks over to her before putting his hands on her shoulder. "You have to do this. It's beneficial for both parties,"

"He's right." Mastermind nods, pulling out a cigar and lighter. "It's beneficial for us both. You get that pesky hard drive while I get a daughter in law. And possible grandkids," he winks at her.

Supervillain clenches his jaw, glaring at his father, discreetly.

Hero swallows hard, feeling rather disgusted. She hugs herself, shifting nervously. Was that all she was? A brooding mare?

Mentor 6 frowns, sparing a glance at Mastermind.

"I'm not marrying anyone," Hero grits out.

Superhero looks at Mastermind. "I did tell you, she can be quite rebellious and very stubborn."

Mastermind nods. "Yes, yes. But I'm liking it, girls should have fire. They should be strong and fiesty," He smiles.

Hero glares at him.

"Hero..." Mentor 6 shakes his head at her.

"Not. Happening." Hero states finally.

Superhero sighs, shaking his head. He snaps his fingers as a bunch of guards grab onto her, she tries ro break free but one of them brings out a needle, stabbing it into her neck.

She immediately faints, falling into their arms with a whimper leaving her lips.

"I'm sorry," Superhero finally addressed his nemesis. "But she is very against the idea. She is really...stubborn."

Supervillain only shrugs. "Not like we both want this,"

Mastermind shoots him a warning glare.

Supervillain ignores his father.

Mentor 6 shakes his head. "She will certainly not be happy when she wakes up," he hissed.

"Good. The more fire she has, the more fire her power has." Mastermind smokes out his cigar.

"I will tell the guards to put her in your car. I will see you in 2 months, Mastermind."

"See you soon."

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