#corrupt superhero

[the-starlit-authoress]

Villain clutched their undoubtedly broken ribs and stared up at Superhero from their position on the ground. Their glare would be more effective were it not so pained.

Superhero stared back idly, as if dealing with a minor annoyance. "Any last words before I rid this world of your pathetic existence?"

"I thought heroes didn't kill people."

"Yes, well. Not officially." Superhero delivered a hard kick to Villain's jaw, knocking them down. "But accidents happen."

Villain spit out the fresh blood in their mouth and tried to stop their head from spinning. "Does the agency know their trophy hero is a murderer?"

Superhero smiled. "Oh, darling. Who do you think handles the coverup?"

So what, were all heroes like this then? Were they morals just an act? Hero wouldn't do this. Their Hero wouldn't. But their Hero wasn't here to save them.

As if reading their mind, Superhero spoke again. "Shame Hero isn't here to see this. I'm sure they'd love to come and give their little speach about being better than our enemies, but they got a little...caught up at the headquarters."

"Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with that?"

Superhero flashed their public smile. The one they gave to the press and city officials. Villain knew their real smile was much darker. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

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[winters-dream]

Villain bursted through one of the many side doors to the hero agency’s headquarters, turning down the many hallways to find Hero. Panic rose in their chest as they dove through the utter chaos the facility was under. Heroes and sidekicks were scrambling everywhere as an alarm blared through the intercom, alerting everyone of a great danger.

Villain paid no mind, slipping through the corridors unseen. The heroes finding out about their whereabouts was the least of their worries. Their number one priority was Hero. Finding them, freeing them of their confines, and taking them home. 

They looked down at their phone, double checking the cell number Hero’s sidekick had sent them. They leapt down staircases, not concerned with their own safety, just trying to get to Hero as soon as possible. It didn’t take long, Villain spotted Sidekick rather quickly, racing towards them with a blinding speed. 

They stood before a thick metal door with a small window to peek through. Villain looked inside to find Hero sitting on the cold concrete floor, staring into nothing. Villain let out a sigh of relief, seeing Hero with no visible injuries. 

“How did they get here?” asked Villain. “Imprisoned by their own agency.”  

Sidekick shook their head and they typed in the pass code to get inside. “I can’t tell you, they won’t talk.”

Villain gritted their teeth together. “How long have they been here?”

“A few weeks—”

“And you’ve just now decided to tell me?” Villain wanted to scold the sidekick some more, but the sound of footsteps coming their way along with shouting was getting louder. 

Villain pushed into Hero’s cell, kneeling before them in the cramped space. “Hero.”

The sound of Villain’s voice seemed to pull Hero out of a trance as they looked up at them with surprise and relief swimming in their eyes. Villain brought a hand up to cup the side of their face, then sliding down the length of Hero’s arm. The touch was gentle but Hero still flinched away, a grimace distorting their features.

“Villain?” they rasped out. They reached a hand out to touch Villain’s face, like they couldn’t trust their sight to tell them the truth. 

“Yes, baby, it’s me,” Villain held their hand over Hero’s, their other hand grasped onto their arm. “I’m here. And I’m going to take you home. Can you stand?”

Hero nodded and let Villain pull them up. As soon as they managed to stand on their feet, their knees buckled, vertigo hitting them like a truck. Their vision blurred as they grabbed onto Villain’s jacket to stop themselves from falling. Villain caught them before they could hit the ground, allowing Hero to use them for support. Hero wrapped their arms tightly around Villain’s neck, leaning onto them like their life depended on it. Which it probably did.

“S-sorry,” the hero stuttered out. “I—you’re gonna have to—”

“It’s okay,” said Villain. They slipped a hand under Hero’s legs and hoisted them up into their arms. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

They glanced at Sidekick, who kept glancing back into the hallway with a nervous glint in their eyes. 

“Villain, you have to hurry,” they said. “The others will be here soon. They can’t know I let Hero out.”

They glanced at Hero, who seemed content with staring at the center of Villain’s chest. Though they seemed more or less  looking through the villain. The footsteps of the oncoming heroes invaded Villain’s ears like a clap of thunder. They spared one last glance at Sidekick and vanished. They found an emergency exit at the end of the hall and silently thanked whatever god that was up there that this building had so many exits. 

They raced through the streets, being as mindful as possible of the barely conscious hero in their arms. They slowed to a walk once they gained enough distance between them and the agency’s building. They looked down at Hero, their eyes blank and unreadable. 

“Are you okay?” they asked, earning a half-assed shrug from Hero.

“‘M just tired,” they whispered. They dug their head into Villain’s shoulder, Villain’s heart breaking at their weakened state. Villain planted a firm kiss on their forehead, seeing the roof of their home peeking through the other buildings. 

“You can sleep when we get home,” they said. “We’re almost there.”

And Hero did. They fell unconscious before their head hit the pillow, pulling Villain down with them. Villain didn’t mind for once and crawled under the  covers with Hero. 

They used this time to really examine the state Hero was in, relieved that they didn’t seem to have any major injuries. A few scratches and some bruising, but otherwise perfectly uninjured. They pull Hero close to them and plant another kiss on their forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” they whispered. “I should have found you sooner.”

As expected they received no response and sighed. They knew that they’d have to wait until tomorrow for some answers and that didn’t make sleep come to them any easier. 

They woke with a start, finding sunlight streaming through the window and Hero’s side of the bed empty. They sat up instantly, throwing the covers off them as they searched for Hero, their search coming up short when they spotted the door to their balcony slightly ajar. 

They looked through the glass to find the hero curled up on one of the seats, wearing their favorite of Villain’s hoodies. They wore a blank expression, paying Villain no mind as they stepped out onto the balcony and took the seat next to them. Their eyes were void of the usual light Villain had gotten used to seeing. Hero sat motionless, still as a statue. The only indication that Villain wasn’t staring at a Hero-shaped statue, was the subtle movement of their chest as they breathed. They looked dead. 

Broken. 

“Hero,” Villain called out softly. They received no response, Hero’s eyes moving millimeters in their direction before going back to staring blankly ahead. So unlike the Hero Villain knew. Nonetheless, Villain tried again.

“Hero, are you okay?” 

Villain reached out and took hold of Hero’s hand, rubbing the back of it with their thumb. Hero didn’t respond right away but eventually mumbled out an ‘I'm fine’. Almost subconsciously, Hero adjusted their hands so it was Hero who held Villain’s hand. The force in which Hero held them was more than enough indication that Hero was most definitely not fine.

Questions burned at the back of Villain’s throat, begging to come out. The most prominent one, and possibly the most important one, was why Hero was locked up by their own agency. They longed for answers that they knew would be difficult to say. But seeing Hero like this was torture. 

“Hero,” they said again, their questions obvious by the tone of their voice. 

“Not now,” whispered Hero, with a simple shake of their head. “I’d rather not talk about it now.”

Villain was at a loss of words. They’ve never seen Hero like this before, this was a completely new Hero. One that Villain didn’t know how to act around. 

“Do you want some coffee?” they asked, settling for tending to any physical needs Hero might have. Emotional support had never been Villain’s strong suit. 

Hero shook their head again. 

“Okay, well I’m going to get some,” said Villain. “I’ll be right back.”

Only that didn’t work out like they planned. As soon as Villain stood up, Hero’s grip on their hand tightened painfully. Though Villain didn’t think Hero was aware of that. They began muttering something, too low for Villain to hear. Though they did pick up on the words ‘best friend’. They sat back down in their seat hopeful, that they might get something from the hero.

“Hero?” They mentally jumped for joy when Hero looked at them, their eyes finally focused. 

“I was betrayed by my best friends,” said Hero. “Everyone at the agency, we basically grew up together. We trained together, fought together. We were like one big dysfunctional family.”

Tears welled up in their eyes and they made no move to wipe away the ones that fell. “And they betrayed me. There’s a mole in the agency and they thought it was me. They threw me in that cell and tortured me for information I don’t even have.”

Villain sat and listened as Hero went into horrible detail of everything they did to them. The agency didn’t hurt them physically, but the psychological damage they’d done was far worse than any broken bones could do. And only in a span of weeks. Villain could only hold Hero’s hand and stroke their arm as a form of comfort as they spilled everything that happened to them. 

“They took my powers,” said Hero. They were fully crying at this point, clinging to Villain’s hold on their arm. “And Sidekick—they just stood there and watched—”

They cut themself off with a broken sob, their breathing picking up quickly as they began to hyperventilate. Villain knew what was happening; Hero had a long history of being prone to panic attacks and this was no different. They jumped into action quickly, pulling Hero into a hug and softly swaying back and forth. 

“It’s okay, Hero, I’m here,” they whispered into their ear. They rubbed Hero’s back in a soothing manner and used their other hand to keep Hero’s head on their chest. Both things they’ve learned helped Hero with calming down. “Breathe with me, okay? Match your breathing to mine.”

 They took a deep breath, prompting Hero to do the same. They continued like this, whispering small praises in their ear form time to time. And slowly Hero calmed. It could have taken a few minutes or a few hours, Villain didn’t care how much time passed. All they cared about was the now calmed Hero, who’s breath now only hitched from the occasional sniffle. 

“I’m leaving,” they whispered.

“What?” asked the villain. They adjusted their position so they now sat in one chair with Hero snuggled into their lap. They held them close as they waited for Hero’s clarification. 

“I’m leaving the hero agency,” they said. “After everything they did, I don’t want to see any of them ever again. I won’t be able to do hero work anyway, since they took my powers from me. I’m leaving.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” whispered Villain. They tightened their hold on the hero, pulling them closer. “I’m so incredibly sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

Hero shook their head, a pained expression coming over them. 

“Just hold me,” they whispered. 

And that, Villain did. They held Hero all day until the day turned to night. It would take years of therapy for Hero to feel like themselves again. And Villain would be there every step of the way.

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Pen's Song-Story Writing Challenge Extravaganza Submission!

@alilbatwrites your song was "The Law" by Reach, here is a snippet based on that!!

When Hero got back to the league from saving the city, they had expected celebration, or at least a thank-you. What they got instead was… eye-opening to say the least. They opened the doors to a bunch of stone-faced, enhanced superiors.

“Uh…what?” Hero asked, confused, “did I cause collateral damage again? I thought I was careful this time!”

“It isn’t that, Hero,” Superhero started.

“You took Supervillain down in under two minutes,” another super stated.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Hero joked.

When they received no response, Hero faltered.

“It…it’s not a bad thing, right?”

“Hero, you know our League is here to keep the nation’s peace,” Superhero said, “and to eliminate security risks.”

“Well, yeah, I’d day I did pretty good out there,” Hero said, “so why do you all seem upset?”

The sound of footsteps behind them made Hero’s head turn. Two league agents put a hand on each of Hero’s shoulders.

“Superhero,” Hero asked nervously, turning back to face their superior, “what’s going on?”

“We took a risk letting you roam free with your powers of energy manipulation,” Superhero said, “your abilities have grown to an incredible strength, and now the risks outweigh the benefits. I’m sorry, Hero.”

As Superhero spoke, one of the agents jammed the end of a needle into Hero’s neck. Hero cried out in pain, feeling ice flood their veins.

“So that’s it- you’re just going to get rid of me because I’m too good at my job!?” Hero asked desperately, feeling their limbs turn to lead.

“Your powers will only increase exponentially from here,” another league member said, “if we don’t contain you now, we’ll never be able to stop you if you become a threat.”

Hero tried to wrench themselves from the agents’ grips, but they held them fast. Hero’s knees buckled just as a wheelchair with padded restraints came into view.

“Take them down to Containment Level 3,” Superhero ordered.

“N-no,” Hero slurred.

Hero felt themselves be lifted into the wheelchair. Straps tightened across their body just as their vision began to fade. Their head sank down into their chest as the drug sucked them under.

…

When Hero awoke next, they thought maybe the events from earlier were just a bad dream. Maybe Supervillain had defeated them, and they would wake up in the med bay with Superhero by their bedside. Hero opened their eyes to a stark white room. They looked down at their form and found that they had been stuffed in some kind of straight-jacket suit, the buckles going all the way down to their ankles. Hero jerked upright, trying and failing to free themselves. They tried to call on their power, but their movements were sluggish, and their energy barely materialized.

Hero fought back the tears that brimmed in their eyes. They had figured if they ever did get captured, it would be by some criminal, never by their own team, the people they fought beside every day. Now their team- their family- had them drugged up and restrained in a cell just like those criminals they had been taught to fight. When they couldn’t fight them any longer, Hero let the tears fall with a choked sob.

“Hey,” a voice echoed.

Hero looked up, sniffling. The door opened, revealing a league agent.

“What do you want?” Hero asked bitterly.

“Seriously?” the league member demanded indignantly, “I come all this way to save you and-oh. Right. The outfit.”

The league member unbuttoned their uniform to reveal a familiar, dark suit underneath.

“Villain?” Hero asked in disbelief.

“Duh,” Villain said, “saw what you did out there with Supervillain. That was pret-ty impressive. But I knew your precious league wouldn’t like it. So here I am.”

Hero remembered the stories Superhero had told them about Villain, how they had abandoned the league years ago. They remembered the late-night, rooftop conversations with Villain, about how the league wasn’t what they seemed.

“Are you going to say, ‘I told you so’?” Hero asked dejectedly.

“Nah, you’ve been punished enough,” Villain said, “come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Villain worked to free Hero from their restraints. They pulled out a syringe filled with liquid.

“This is gonna counteract the junk they’ve pumped in your system,” Villain said, “the car’s outside waiting. We can be out of the city limits in an hour… unless you’d like to torch this place first?”

Hero shook their head, holding their arm out for Villain to administer the antidote.

“I just wanna go,” Hero said.

“I gotcha,” Villain said, helping them up, “leave the torching to me then.”

…

Villain drove off, Hero in the passenger seat, the league base ablaze behind them.

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[deckofaces]

Choose: Love or Heartbreak

(A Secret Santa Snippet)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Once again this year I chose to participate in Secret Santa snippet exchange! This year I coincidentally got my girlfriend @justalittletoocorrupted! I really hope you like it <333

Prompt: Villain x Hero (who is a sidekick to superhero!) and Superhero finds out Hero was dating Villain (or just fell in love with them) and kidnaps them to try and help them understand that's a bad thing and the Villain could save them!

(I ended up doing more villain x civilian (I checked if it would be okay))

Note! As we are really close I decided to use ocs, this is an au where Dystopia from Dystopian Reflections is a civilian, via the name Cain. Vortex/Blank-Slate is @justalittletoocorrupted’s oc and it uses it/its and he/him pronouns

Tw: kidnapping, arguing, mentions of violence, swearing

“Cain Harlow.”

Cain’s head was foggy. He blinked a couple times, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He glanced down at his hands, silvery looking threads were slowly unwrapping from his wrists and making their way back to their creator. His eyes followed and they made their way back to a woman, a superhero more specifically. 

Looking around, the room almost appeared to be an interrogation room. He was not cuffed, but he sat in a closed room at a table across from the hero. 

Nothing was making sense, he last remembered being at the grocery store! He was just shopping! His boyfriend and him were going to have a nice dinner that night and he went to get a few things they would need.. he has no memory of leaving there and ending up with this superhero in front of him!

“…Who are you?”

“The media refers to me as the Porcelain Woman,” the superhero replied simply. 

That makes sense he supposed until suddenly the name clicked in his head and Cain realized exactly who she was. And the alias quickly seemed obvious too. Looking at her, she didn’t look like a normal person, well, because she wasn’t. Her body appeared very doll-like with long, curly black hair and perfect makeup. All exemplified by the apparent cracks across her face, just like what can happen to porcelain.

However, even though she looked like a doll, she wasn’t one. He’s heard his fair share of news stories criticizing her for being a hero. And that is the result of many considering her less than human. She is a powerful spirit inhabiting the life size doll. But the spirit, or a “Reflector,” is a reflection of a real life person, given their name. They are typically chaotic entities. …Not heroes. But he shouldn’t make assumptions about their character..

…But it explains how he got there. From what he’s heard, she has some form of mind control ability in the form of a literal puppet on strings. The doll shell she uses is apparently quite fitting. His face morphed into disgust at the thought of how he got there. 

Cain took a deep breath. “Why am I here?”

She stared at him for a few seconds before answering. Her fake, glassy, and yellow eyes were a bit unnerving. “You should know why you are here, do you not?”

Ah.

He could only be there for one reason, and if a superhero of all people is involved, he definitely knew. But he also wasn’t foolish enough to give himself away without her stating why he’s there first. “I’m afraid I do not understand why I am here. Considering I was taken out of a grocery store, pardon my confusion on the matter.”

The Porcelain Woman drummed her fingers on the table. “It was necessary at the time, it was for your safety,” she stated, brushing off his comment. “You’re here, Mr. Harlow, because of your boyfriend. Are you aware that your partner goes by the alias of Blank-Slate?”

There it is. 

“I do not see why that matters,” Cain answered, trying his hardest to keep his face schooled into a neutral expression.

She stared again, almost as if in surprise. “Your boyfriend has hurt and killed many people, have you no remorse for them, their families, or future victims? It is not a good thing for you to be dating it. Does it not hurt knowing its career and choices?” 

He let out a sigh. He knows what Vortex does is wrong, horrible even, but it has never made him feel unsafe.. rather it has made him feel so loved and cared for. Maybe it’s selfish that that is all he cared to think about in this situation but he didn’t care. And it likely makes him a horrible person too, but if it ever asked him to join it in what it does, he’s sure he’d say yes in a heartbeat..

“Blank-Slate treats me with much more love and care than anyone else ever has. What it does may not be considered right, but it has never subjected me to its lifestyle, rather it does its best to protect me from it,” Cain replied calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

The Porcelain Woman scoffed at his comment. “Do you really believe it loves you? It is a villain, Mr. Harlow, one that seeks to draw any sort of horrible reaction it can get out of someone. That means it will eventually revel in the heartbreak it will inevitably cause you.”

Cain shook his head. “You do not understand the nature of our relationship. You believe that to be true when in reality I am an exception to that idea.”

“No, you are failing to understand. I want to help you, this agency wants to help you. Being in that relationship is only going to bring you a lot of pain. We want to help you and stop that from happening. Loving Blank-Slate will hurt you. It is not someone you should love.” Her tone held a bit of concern, but for him it was difficult to distinguish if it was genuine or fake. 

Despite that, this situation was ridiculous, he wanted to go home! He spun a ring on his finger that Vortex gave him to try and calm himself and his anxieties. He hoped to get out of there soon, or maybe Vortex already realized he hadn't come home when he said he would…

Cain supposed he could understand some of her points, he knew it enjoys getting a reaction out of people, but that’s not how it is in regards to him. The amount of times it has seen him vulnerable and treated him with so much love and compassion and respect.. The amount of times he’s seen it so vulnerable.. if it wanted to hurt him, it would have done so many months ago. He’s never loved anyone quite like Vortex and this superhero will not sway him from that. 

“I get what you are trying to convey, but I do not want help from you or your agency. Rather, I wish you would have let me just go about my day,” he said more firmly. He was tired of being there now. He hasn’t been there very long, but being in that room quickly aggravated him. Everything just was wrong about this. 

“Mr. Harlow,” the superhero interjected, “your safety is at risk here! I am merely trying to offer you a way out of your situation but you are only showing me disrespect for my efforts!”

Cain gritted his teeth before raising his voice. Not only was this aggravating, but he was also talking to a wall. How lovely. “That is because you fail to show me respect! I do not want your efforts!! Let me spell it out, I. Do. Not. Want. Your. Help.” He sucked in a breath before trying to continue, his voice returning to a normal volume. “I’ll get ‘hurt’ in your words for all I damn care. It is not your responsibility to look after me.”

“I understand that it’s not my responsibility, but I don’t want you to be added to its list of victims! Blank-Slate-“

“Blank-Slate,” Cain snapped, “Is the love of my life whether you like it or not. Quite frankly, it has treated me far better than you have, and I have only known you for less than a day.”

“You don’t make it easy to get into contact with you,” The Porcelain Woman sneered. “Your career as a doctor makes you busy and most other times you are spotted with the villain. Bringing you here today in the way I had may have been unethical, but I had no choice. You were free and it was the only opportunity I had to get you here. If you would hear me out, you would understand it was for the better!”

“Oh so you and your band of heroes have been keeping tabs on me? You can’t, you know, send me an email or message that your heroes need to talk to me? You resorted to kidnapping me?�� Cain threw his hands up in exasperation. “I’m going to repeat myself one more time, leave me alone. I am happy with my boyfriend. I do not care about your concerns about my supposed safety.”

“That was only a result of trying to keep tabs on Blank-Slate, which is actually incredibly difficult to do. We only very recently discovered you are its partner,” she retorted.

Cain has had enough of all of this. There seemed to be no convincing this woman that he feels safe and loved in his relationship. And really it should be none of her business at all! She’s entirely convinced that Vortex will just suddenly start hurting him one day just because it can. They’ve been dating for quite awhile and it hasn’t done so. 

And what’s more, he’s been able to see a side of Vortex that it doesn’t show anyone else. To others it very easily can seem cruel! But to him it has only ever been caring and affectionate and so so loving. But even when he has accidentally caught it doing its villain work, he can’t help but be a bit fascinated by it. And strangely enough, after seeing what it does and seeing it hasn’t done anything to him, it only has made him feel more safe and secure in their relationship.

Cain stood up from his chair. “I appreciate you trying to ‘warn me’ about my boyfriend, but I really do not need your assistance and I would like to get going home.” 

“Please sit, we are not done talking, Mr. Harlow. Going back to your boyfriend would be a bad idea,” the hero advised, her glassy eyes watching him stand.

“No, ma’am, I am heading home. Excuse me,” he said while trying to move past her to the door. 

“We aren’t done,” she stated, more harshly this time. Silvery threads shot from her hands towards his legs. He yelled a curse before quickly stumbling backwards, narrowly avoiding them. 

“Are you fucking delusional??” Cain cried out. “I acknowledge why you may be upset with my decision but that is unacceptable! For a hero especially! Contrary to what you think, my love for Blank-Slate will not lead to something completely horrific!”

“I’m not allowed to let you walk out so easily. I apologize that you don’t get it, but Blank-Slate is incredibly dangerous. I need you to stay awhile longer, I wasn’t even close to finishing on this matter.” 

Throughout this whole argument, the woman’s face has been just about completely neutral the entire time minus her tone, and it honestly was becoming infuriating. In the right state of mind he would realize that her being so doll-like didn’t allow for a great range of physical emotion, but in the moment it only ticked him off more. To him it only seemed like she concerned herself with breaking the two apart rather than how he felt. 

“No no! I’m done with this!” Cain argued, “You keep talking about me hearing you out but you have not been listening to me. You kidnapped me to talk to me, then you started preaching about how my boyfriend’s and I’s love is invalid, and then you refuse to let me leave!”

“Mr. Harlow—“

A knock sounded at the door. 

They both fell silent and turned to look at the sound. The Porcelain Woman answered the door, only to find another superhero he’s never seen before on the other side. 

“Mr. Harlow is needed by another hero for questioning, it is required that this continues later,” the stranger at the door said to the superhero.

“Fine, bring him back as soon as they are done.” She shot a glare over to Cain, but stepped out of the way to let him pass.

A wave of relief washed over him to finally get away from her as he stepped past her next to the stranger. He didn’t know where he was going but hopefully it would be better. If it entailed questioning, maybe not.. but here’s to hoping.

The two walked through the corridors of the unfamiliar agency. After a minute or two, the stranger spoke to him. And as soon as he did, it practically made him want to fall into its arms on the spot. 

Ensuring no one was around, the stranger shifted into a different person, returning to the form of his boyfriend. Telepathically it spoke gently to him, “Are you okay baby..? I’m going to get you out of here, just play along and act as if I’m one of the heroes.”

“I’m okay..” Cain mumbled, watching as Vortex shapeshifted back into the hero, “Thank you for finding me.”

It telepathically reassured him that it would always find him. It noticed that he never came home on time and wasn’t answering any of its messages alerting it that something was wrong.

Being fully disguised as a hero, Vortex escorted Cain safely out of the building without alarm. The pair headed home where they could have a relaxing evening like they originally had planned. 

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“I need your help.” Hero slammed the door shut. The bell jingled noisily, scattering around wildly after the force of Hero’s slam.

Villain’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What—how—Hero?”

Blood dripped down the side of Hero’s face, but the do-gooder barely paused a moment before she was hurrying around, closing the blinds over the window and shoving an entire shelf over the door.

“You have a back door, right?”

Stunned, Villain stared at Hero. “…yeah, but that’s not important right now!”

“It’s very important.” Hero grabbed Villain by the wrist. “Grab the money from the cash register.”

“Are you robbing me?” Villain gawped.

“No, I’m acquiring your help and we’ll need money for necessities like food and water, so I’m telling you to grab the money.”

“Hold on!” Villain pulled away, breathing heavily. “What is going on?! You’re not even supposed to know my civilian life! You shouldn’t be here! And—and you’re bleeding and running around without explanation. I don’t understand.”

Sirens began to wail outside.

“I might have pissed off Superhero…and Supervillain.” Hero grimaced, and she touched her fingers to the bleeding gash on her forehead. “You’re the only one who can help me. Please, Villain. For me?”

“I…how did you manage to piss off two of the most powerful forces in the world?” Villain fumbled to open the cash register and shoved a pocketful of cash into her bag, shoving it in Hero’s hands. The situation made no sense—under any normal circumstance then she wouldn’t help Hero—but it didn’t seem like there was much of a choice anymore since Hero brought the problem directly to her. “There’s a back door. You go first, I’ll grab a few things.”

“Villain, no. They’re going to bust down that door at any moment.”

“Do they know my identity?”

“No, but—“

“Punch me in the face. Now.”

“What?”

“Why are you the one hesitating now?!” Villain demanded, her voice rising in pitch as the voices outside began to get louder. “If they walk in and only find me, then—“

Without another word, Hero punched Villain in the face and sent her head reeling.

A trickle of blood began to run down Villain’s nose.

As Villain stumbled woozily for a moment, she regretted it, but by the sounds outside she could tell they were close to knocking down the door. It was better to be safe than sorry. Hurriedly, she clumsily gathered the weapons she’d hidden in case of emergency, and she ran out the back right as the first thud sounded against the door.

“This is your car?” Villain gasped, crawling into the driver’s side seat.

“I hot-wired it.” Hero bit on her bottom lip as she struggled to get the engine to start.

“You stole a car?!”

“You’re a villain, you should be used to crime! That’s why I need your help!”

“I’m not used to you committing the crimes!” The car roared to life and Hero sped out of the alleyway, taking a sharp turn down a relatively empty street and narrowly dodging a hot dog cart. “Will you stop swerving?!”

“Stop screaming! It’s making me nervous!”

“Your driving’s making me nervous!” Villain’s body veered into the window, and she grappled with the seatbelt as Hero took yet another dangerous swerve. “Where are you driving to? The afterlife?!”

She almost vomited in her mouth when Hero finally stopped the car, the sudden jerking motion making her entire body lean forwards and strain against the seatbelt as if she were a boneless rag doll.

Hero breathed out erratically, peering out the side mirror at the police cars zooming by. “Thanks for helping.”

“You didn’t give me a choice.” Villain wheezed. She breathed in through her nose and tried to think clearly, but nothing was forming in her mind because it didn’t make sense.

“Sorry for the punch.”

“I told you to do it; it’s better to be safe than sorry.” She wiped the blood into her sleeve. “Why are both Superhero and Supervillain after you? I thought that you and Superhero were a power couple or something like that…”

“I found out that they’re working with Supervillain.”

“What?”

“I know!” Hero widened her eyes, and when the coast was clear of more cop cars she slowly began to pull out of their hiding spot. “It’s all connected, and they can’t have anybody knowing that—so now they’re trying to kill me!”

“How am I supposed to do anything about that?”

“You used to work for Supervillain. You have to know how to defeat them.”

“Used to.” Villain echoed, finally sitting back up and leaning against the seat. “God, I feel sick. Can you drive slower this time?”

“As long as we don’t run into anybody that wants to kill us.”

Villain did her best to take a calming breath, but the sound she made was closer to a malfunctioning air conditioning system than anything remotely close to calm. She tried to think about what her therapist said. It was always something about finding ways to ground herself. Villain could feel her bones rattling in her body, she could smell old cigarettes from somewhere in the car, she could hear Hero’s voice saying something unintelligible through the static noise humming in her ears.

“What are you saying?” Villain gasped.

Hero glanced over at her. “Are you going to vomit? The windows are the old ones with the cranks, so start opening it now if you need to…”

Numbly, Villain just shook her head. “You were saying something.”

“Will you help me?”

“I quit villainy.”

“This wouldn’t be…that.” Hero grimaced, clenching the steering wheel a little tighter. “It would be heroism. Real heroism.”

“I’m not a hero either. Maybe—maybe you should just go into hiding. I can teach you how to do that. I mean, I’ll have to get a new identity now, and we could do it together.”

“I can’t do that,” Hero sighed. “Villain, they’ll keep looking for me. I can’t be left alive. Either I destroy them or they destroy me.”

Villain chewed on the inside of her mouth as she mulled over the idea. “Fine, but don’t expect me to lay down my life for you.”

“Okay. That’s fair.” Hero exhaled. “Also, by the way, you might want to open the window.”

“…why?”

“There’s more cars coming.” Hero slammed her foot on the gas pedal.

#hero x villain #retired villain #sapphic #heroes and villains #superhero x supervillain #corrupt superhero #wlw #teaming up with the enemy trope or whatever it’s called

[seetheothersideofparadise]

Hero Whumpers are so GOOD. There’s so many different flavors.

Hero Whumper who sees beating up Villains as their job and doesn’t see any reason to hold back. They’re the scum of the earth to them— maybe not even people.

Hero Whumper who uses their status as an excuse for the things they do. They’re a Hero, who is anyone to question what they do? They save the city day in and day out, they should be above the law. Hell, maybe they even see themselves as god-like.

Hero Whumper who is just doing as they are told. Capture the Villain, get information out of them at any cost— They’re not cruel out of malice, only necessity. Maybe they feel bad. Maybe they make sure to patch them up afterwards. But if their superiors tell them to do one thing, they do it, no questions asked. It’s how they were trained, after all.

Hero Whumper who genuinely believes they’re doing the right thing even if they’re not. The road to hell is paved with good intentions— it’s just for the city. Anything for the public. This is necessary.

Hero Whumper who doesn’t hold back even with other Heroes. Maybe they take out those who rank higher than them. Maybe they push around the newbies so they know their place. Maybe they just see themselves as superior— or maybe alternatively they feel inferior and they need to take it out on someone who’s ‘Better’ than them in some way to get rid of the feeling. Maybe they’re just making sure everyone follows their rule, or trains them to be better and to their standards. Maybe they target ‘Villain Sympathizers’ specifically.

Just. So many things you could do, and that's not even bringing into account using their powers as tools for whump.

#hero whumper #whump prompt #corrupt superhero #sadistic whumper #reluctant whumper #villain whumpee #hero whumpee #whump ideas #just. so many different things you can do

[michaeljfoy]

“Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely!”

The phrase absolute power corrupts absolutely is a popular proverb that has been around for centuries. Its powerful message speaks to the dangers of giving one person too much power and control. The origin of this phrase is not clear, but it has been attributed to several historical figures, including Sir John Dalberg-Acton and Lord Acton.

The proverb highlights the idea that when people are given too much power and control, they can become corrupt and abuse their position for personal gain. This can lead to negative consequences for the people they are supposed to serve, as well as for society as a whole.

The dangers of absolute power are not just limited to corrupt leaders, but can also be seen in corporations, institutions, and other organizations. When these entities have too much control, they can become abusive, leading to negative consequences for society.

Historical Context The idea of absolute power corrupting absolutely has been around for centuries and has been observed in various historical contexts.

The Roman Empire was marked by the concentration of power in the hands of a few people, who often abused their positions for personal gain. The French Revolution was driven by the desire to overthrow a corrupt and abusive ruling class.

The proverb has also been applied to more-recent events, such as the Watergate scandal, which exposed corruption at the highest levels of the US government, and the Enron scandal, which revealed widespread corruption and abuse of power within a major corporation.

The Importance of Limits on Power The idea that absolute power corrupts absolutely highlights the importance of placing limits on the power of individuals and organizations — particularly within governments. This can be achieved through checks and balances, such as an independent judiciary, a free press, and a robust political opposition.

It is also important to ensure that those in power are held accountable for their actions. This can be achieved through transparency, open and accessible information, and robust systems of oversight and regulation.

Fictional Characters with Superhuman Powers Can Serve as a Powerful Allegory Fiction often provides a powerful lens through which to explore complex themes, including the dangers of absolute power. This is particularly true in stories featuring characters with supernatural abilities, who — when given too much power — can wreak havoc on those around them.

In J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series, Lord Voldemort represents the dangers of absolute power. Through his quest for ultimate power, he becomes a cruel and tyrannical leader who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

In the X-Men universe, Magneto is a powerful mutant who seeks to take control of the world in order to protect mutants from persecution. Although his intentions may be noble, his methods are often brutal and indiscriminate, leading to conflict and tragedy.

These fictional characters serve as cautionary tales, highlighting the dangers of absolute power. They remind us of the importance of challenging the control of those who hold absolute power of any kind.

Conclusion The recurrent warning absolute power corrupts absolutely has been illustrated in many contexts, real and fictional. From historical examples of corrupt leaders and institutions to fictional characters with supernatural abilities, the dangers of absolute power have been made abundantly clear.

When power is concentrated in the hands of a few, it can lead to corruption and abuse. By promoting accountability, limiting power, and ensuring transparency, we can be on guard against granting anyone absolute power.

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#Absolute power corrupts absolutely #power #corrupt superhero #allegory #superpowers

[inamindfarfaraway]

I love how Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse said “Anyone can be Spider-Man”. I love how it inspired everyone to imagine their own Spider-People, saving the day in their own universes, with all kinds of cool, interesting personalities and aesthetics and mutations and life stories and relationships. We all put pieces of our soul into these homemade heroes. We had fun. We found community. And then Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse said, “Wow, great job! You’ve really taken our message to heart. Well, get ready for even more of everything you liked from the first movie and a new message to complement the first. Anyone can be Spider-Man… and anyone can be pulled into a cult.”

So now we all have to contemplate whether our lovingly crafted heroes would ever be on Team Mandatory Trauma Because Martyr Complex or not and why.

#i for one made a second spider-person (diving belle) right after watching atsv #who IS on team mandatory trauma for reasons that make sense given her moral code and its context #her world has eldritch horror elements that give some of her enemies a sharper edge #and she has had to use lethal force #in a ‘stays true to her strict morality based around compassion nonetheless’ way like wonder woman #she’s used to tough utilitarian decisions #she’s learned that no hero can save everyone from intensely traumatic brushes with mind-breaking corruptive power #so when miguel gave his big speech she was ‘yeah okay. i get it. sometimes shit just happens’ #it was actually very enjoyable going through the character creation process #from the starting point of ‘WOULD chase miles and restrain him by force’ #and then working toward ‘otherwise a genuinely good person and superhero who could be the star of her own series’ #atsv #spider man across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider-verse #smatsv #sm: atsv #spiderverse #spidersona

[berrysquared]

Hotguy!Scar and Cuteguy!Grian intro sheets for a Superhero au I’ve been brainrotting over recently

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #hotguy the siege #hermitcraft #desertduo #mcyt fanart #hotguy gtws #ive been going insane with this au on twitter #there is so much going on there i am having so much fun #both of them are slightly unhinged and def not good heroes tbh #i could ramble abt this for hours istg #berry art #superhero au #dont even get me started on the jellie being a corrupt politician plot

[stealingyourbones]

#dpxdc #bones art #clois #danny phantom #Dan‚ Lois‚ and Clark are all besties #I did my best to keep everyone in character I hope I did okay #they know Dan is Phantom and everyone at the workplace just thinks hes a meta #Dan would just beat the shit out of people to get info about their corruption #he covers it up and scares people so much that they dont rat him out #superhero fun times #if anyone wants to use this as inspo for a fic i absolutely beg of you to go for it

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

31st Story

Part 2

TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife

Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙

Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.

He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.

"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.

Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.

It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.

So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.

"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.

"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.

"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.

"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.

"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.

Except it never did.

"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.

The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.

"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.

Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.

He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.

"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.

Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.

Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.

"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.

"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.

"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.

She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.

"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.

But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."

"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.

"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.

"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.

"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.

Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.

But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.

"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.

So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.

"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.

She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.

"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.

They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.

And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.

✨️Break✨️

The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.

That was only the least of it anyway.

"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.

Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"

This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.

"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.

He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.

He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.

He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.

Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.

Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.

"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.

Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."

"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I think you need to rest," she suggested.

And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.

The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.

Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.

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#prompt #hero x villain #vigilante x villain #superhero #evil superhero #morally grey vigilante #corrupt system #tw blood #tw implied past torture #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw defiant whumpee #tw anxiety #tw knife #heroes and villains community #natalia's writing #original fiction #writers on tumblr #whump #villain whumpee #vigilante caretaker #rescue #whumpee x caretaker #hurt/comfort #hmmm might write more #villain is a pathetic meow meow #i love him

[blessed-pineapple-cruncher]

i love enemies to lovers, especially superhero/villain edition, but i gotta say my absolute fav-sub genre is hero falls for villain first, doesnt wish to 'redeem' them

they might then:

outright defect to villain side

bonus if villain is unaware of former-heros feelings and is just '???'

try to subtly aid villain

just fucking loose it. just absolutly go batshit and turn traitor, declaring their undying love to a villain who is so fucking confused. just sabatoage and murder all their allies in a grandious, horrific display of their feelings

bonus is villain is freaked out

try to sweetly court villain. villain either does NOT understand what courting is, or thinks the hero is tricking them - they are not

becomes just so creepy and obsessive. practically stalks villain, uses hero info to further their goals, announces their intentions to villain who is terrified

and perhaps my absolute top tier favourite:

defects and proceeds to be 10x scarier and more dangerous than any other villain

everyone thinking 'oh my god wtf' and 'oh so tyhey were holdingh back as a hero' and 'wtf'

anyways i feel that the hero <3-> villain is far too underutilised within the hero x villain genre. i dont want redemption i want unhinged-former-heros!

#im begging people if they know of a book #or show or movie or comic or whatevr #with any of these things #hero towards villain #please tell me #im desperate #enemies to lovers #hero x villain #heros #superheros #supervillains #i just want a corruption-from-love arc

[winters-dream]

tw: death

“Don’t touch me!” shouted the villain. They scrambled away from Hero to the best of their abilities with a smashed in rib cage and shattered ankle. “Don’t come anywhere near me! Don’t treat my wounds, don’t help me. Just stay away!”

They scooted away from them until their back hit the cold concrete of the basement wall. They heaved in a wheezing breath, they were ninety percent sure their ribs had punctured both their lungs and heart. And the entire right side of their body was a bruise. A deep purple, the same shade as a plum. They weren’t sure of their chances of survival, but they were definitely sure they didn’t want Hero’s help. Not after everything they did.

“Villain, if I don’t treat your wounds you will die,” said Hero. They knelt in front of Villain, medical equipment in hand but Villain used their good foot to kick it away. Hero watched as it slid against the far wall then turned back to face the villain.

“I’d rather die,” sneered Villain. “I’d rather die a thousand deaths than be indebted to you, not after what you did.”

Hero shook their head, confused. “After what I did?”

“Yes, after all of this torture, being beaten bloody and electrocuted and torn apart over and over," Villain said. They coughed, turning their head to spit blood. "You want to swoop in and patch me up just to throw me back to the wolves? Forget it."

Another shake of the head, Hero spoke. "None of that was me, Superhero did this to you."

Villain rolled their eyes with a scoff, the action causing a sharp pain to spread through their chest. They winced from the pain but still pulled away when Hero reached out a hand.

"No, all you did was hand me over on a silver platter," they said. "You walked me in here, watched the other heroes lock me up, disappeared for months while Superhero did what they wanted to me. You're the reason I'm like this."

Hero gazed down at the broken mess of the villain’s  body, their eyes watering at the realization of the truth behind Villain’s words. They turned Villain in, they left them in the agency's care, they lived their life like normal. They were promised Villain would be in safe hands, they didn't know this was Superhero’s idea of 'safe'.  They didn't know.

"Villain, I had no idea you were being treated like this, I thought you’d be safe—”

“Safe—” Villain shouted the word, but that seemed to be a mistake as a sharp pain pierced through their chest, knocking the air out of their lungs. They gasped for air, a hand clinging to their chest as an invisible fist seemed to close tightly around their heart. Still, they pushed Hero’s hands away, refusing any ounce of help from the person who put them here.

“I should have died my first night here,” they choked out. “I’ve been through Hell and back and again. You have a sick concept of the word ‘safety’.”

“I didn’t know,” whispered Hero. “The plan was to only have you imprisoned for a couple years and then I’d help you escape. If I had known Supervillain would do this, I—”

They broke off with a hitch of their breath. They reached out and held onto Villain’s arm, refusing to let Villain shake them off. 

“You’re my best friend, I would never hurt you.” Villain made a noise at the back of their throat, but Hero continued. “It’s not too late. I can fix you up and get you out of here. I’ll keep you hidden, you’ll never have to face Superhero again. Just please, let me treat your wounds.”

Tears had begun to cascade down their face, Villain’s hate-filled eyes, usually so full of life, becoming duller by the second. They shook their head, angling it to face away from Hero.

“How dare you call me your friend?” they muttered. “You lost that title years ago when you literally stabbed me in the back. Piss off.”

They felt a few tears of their own to fall, but they refused to acknowledge them. 

“So you’re going to refuse help that you desperately need just because I’m the one offering it?”

It took more energy than Villain cared to admit to shrug their shoulders, to act like their next words didn’t hurt them as much as they hurt Hero.

“It’s better to be dead than receive help from the enemy.”

That was that last thing they said before they couldn’t anymore. They tasted blood in the back of their throat, felt the thick liquid rise up, cutting off their air supply. They took one last gasp of air, the pain in their chest unbearable as they did. They lifted their gaze to Hero, their crying face the last thing they saw as death finally took them.

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hello! I just read your Out of Control pieces and I love them! Would it be possible to ask for part 8?

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Hi anons! I'm so glad you guys like Out of Control so much! Thank you so much for your patience. Here is the final part and epilogue of Out of Control!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Part 8

Hero watched Villain take a deep breath as they opened the door.

“Villain, Hero,” Superhero said, Member 1 and Member 2 on either side of them, “come quietly before this gets messy.”

“It’s gotten messy enough with you interfering,” Villain snapped.

“Really?” Superhero scoffed, “if we hadn’t ‘interfered’, Hero would still be in your base, barely able to stand.”

“They were helping me, Superhero,” Hero said, “if it wasn’t for them I’d still be half-frozen!”

Superhero’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean?” they asked.

Hero explained how, after Villain had rescued them from Superhero, Villain had built a chamber designed to absorb Hero’s excess cryo-energy. Hero was only weakened because the process had taken a lot of energy out of them.

“Hero would’ve recovered in a matter of hours,” Villain added, “but you and your league never stop to think about these things, do you? No, it’s always ‘punch first, ask questions later’.”

Superhero’s communicator vibrated in their pocket. They picked it up and answered it.

“Yes?”

“We’ve examined Villain’s base,” a league member said, “there’s some kind of giant box in here that radiates heat.”

“Thank you, Member 3,” Superhero sighed, “I’m talking to Villain now, you’re clear to exit their base.”

“Will do.”

There was a click, and Superhero pocketed the communicator.

“You sent league members to raid my base!?” Villain bristled.

“had to figure out what you had used on Hero to make them weakened,” Superhero explained, “we only searched the one room.”

“Oh, well if it was just the one room,” Villain said, their voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Villain, we’re sorry,” Superhero said, “clearly this has been a misunderstanding.”

“You think?” Hero scoffed, folding their arms across their chest.

“We won’t press any charges,” Superhero continued, “Hero, you’re free to come back to the base.”

Hero looked at Villain, then grabbed their hand.

“Actually, I won’t be returning to the base,” Hero said.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Villain and I are moving,” Hero said, “as soon as possible. I’ll get my things from the league and then you won’t be seeing me again.”

“Hero-” Superhero started.

Hero held up a hand.

“Stop, just stop,” Hero said, “I can’t work with people that I can’t trust. At least I can trust Villain. I’ll meet you back at the base to hand in my badge, then we’re leaving.”

Hero pushed past Superhero and the two league members, taking Villain with them. When they reached the league van they had commandeered, Hero turned to Villain.

“You meant what you said, right?” Hero asked shyly.

Villain pulled Hero in close.

“Every word,” they said earnestly.

“Then let’s go,” Hero said, “I heard Other City is nice this time of year, and there’s no league there.”

“Sounds perfect,” Villain said.

Hero got in the driver’s seat while Villain slid into the passenger’s seat next to them. They stopped at the league base to get Hero’s things, then Villain’s base to pack. Their new lives were waiting for them.

Epilogue

“Villain,” Hero called, “dinner’s ready!”

“Coming!”

Villain strode into the kitchen and hugged Hero from behind.

“Did you get up to anything today?” Hero asked, ladling servings of soup into two bowls.

“Oh, you know, robbed a jewelry store here, rescued a kitten there,” Villain said, “I’m not sure if I like villainy or heroism more.”

“Maybe you should become a vigilante,” Hero giggled.

“Whatever I am, I’m fine with just being Hero’s Spouse,” Villain said with a smile.

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[analexthatexists]

THIS. TOOK. FOREVER.

BUT IT'S FINALLY FRICKING DONE.

Introducing my take on the Nightmare of this Superhero AU. This story and Nightmare’s design(s) are highly inspired by Spiderman villains, Resident Evil, and The Last of Us! Thanks to @thenocturnenarrator for helping me with this! Superhero AU belongs to @thelunarsystemwrites!

This turned out so much more gruesome and complex than I expected, so VISUAL AND DESCRIPTIVE CW for the following;

Lab Experimentation (Might be considered child experimentation), Body Horror involving mushrooms growing out of the body, Gore, Blood, Insects, Vomiting, and potentially heavy subjects that not all viewers may like.

Backstory

Meet Nightmare “Nyx” Yggdrasil, a 12-13 year old who was kidnapped and experimented on alongside his brother Dream. At the time, he was only able to talk to plants and comprehend how they felt, but that was going to change very soon. The scientists wanted to enhance the powers of the soul’s magic, creating a serum that could do so but was incapable of working on Nightmare’s current state. His “soul” couldn’t be classified as one, seeing as it was more of a purple fireball of pure negative energy, so they needed a way to make it something tangible and experimental. They eventually gain the idea to have the brothers eat a Gold Apple from their home world so their “souls” can merge with the apples and therefore be alterable. While Dream’s process goes fine, Nightmare’s Apple obviously rots, but he’s still forced to eat it, and soon after so he’s injected with the enhancing serum. This not only enhances his ability to talk to plants to being able to control them and connect with them on a higher level, but it enhances the magic and power of the Black Apple, causing black goop to begin tearing out of Nightmare’s body. To prevent his body from literally ripping itself apart from the inside, Nightmare controls the plants around him to seal himself away into a large, cocoon-like growth. A few months pass after Dream escapes the lab with CORE FRISK, and the cocoon breaks open.

The fungi and other plant life had merged with his body. Nightmare was still mostly mentally there, but the cordyceps merging with most of his body was taking tolls on his brain and making him go a little crazy, not to mention the pent up vengeance and wrath he was feeling. Naturally, he slaughtered everyone in the laboratory and fled to the same place Dream and various other superheroes found themselves in. Craving any sort of comfort and affection, he forced together a team of supervillains including Dust, Horror, Killer, and maybe other willing characters. He’s convinced everyone including himself that he assembled the group for personal revenges on the world and to show everyone that they’ll be more than just tools, as well as general instinct telling him to feed off people’s suffering and all that.

But deep down, it’s just because he doesn’t want to be alone with nothing. Never again after all of the suffering he felt growing up in the laboratory…

Powers

Pre-Experimentation

Plant Communication

Hand-To-Hand Combat

Post-Experimentation

Phytokinesis / Plant Manipulation (Includes roots, mushrooms and fungi, flowers, ETC)

Poison Expulsion and Immunity (He pretty much vomits it up, or can poison people with poisonous plants/spores)

Regeneration

Spore Infiltration (He uncontrollably gives off spores every time he exhales as well as from his body’s fungi. Inhaling these spores can cause headaches and nausea, but severe cases can result in brainwashing, in which a host will become a mindless drone forced to take commands from Nightmare)

If a skeleton is spore-infested, they must wash out their skeletal system and clear all spores before the spores begin growing inside of the body and through the eye sockets and bones. The fungi that grow from these spores feed off a person’s negative energy and soul magic, slowly draining them and turning them into an emotionless husk, eventually killing them and leaving behind a visceral mess of flesh and flora. Humans and non-skeletal Monsters require more advanced surgical procedures to remove spores and fungi, and have far lower chances of surviving the infection.

Abilities

Insect Attraction (The foul stench that Nightmare gives off usually attracts flies, maggots, worms, caterpillars, ETC to feed on and live in parts of his body. This also means it’s not just chunks of moss and goop he’s throwing up…)

Nauseation and Headaches (Nightmare smells like rotting flesh and mushrooms, and the scent is very potent)

Intimidation (He’s scary!)

Weaknesses

Extreme Flammability/Fire

Explosives (He’s weak to those and generally dislikes the loud noises)

Light/Blaster Magic

Herbicides/Plant-Toxic Chemicals

Low Temperatures/Cold Climates

Abandonment (General Fear/Phobia)

Other Information

Alignment is Chaotic Neutral that eventually becomes Chaotic Evil

He's asexual and biromantic

One drastic difference involving this Nightmare from the original personality-wise is that Passive Nightmare is still in-tact. He's not dead in this AU, he's just been driven a little mad by vengeance and his own fungus. The apple he had consumed WASN'T the one that was possessed by the human that killed Nim; It was a Gold Apple he turned rotten, meaning he'd have more of his conscious than the main universe's Nightmare

Furthermore, he's also more of a liar and willing to bend the truth, such as when he lies to himself and others about the true reasons as to why he formed a team

Nightmare doesn’t leave his team to fight alone; he comes along with them every chance he gets to, even if it seems like a bad idea towards the others

When Nightmare realizes who Dream is, he’s hellbent on killing him and everyone that he has bonds and friendships with. He believes Dream had abandoned him and wishes to exact the same suffering he had to go through. It’s that Spiderverse-Miles-And-Spot “They turned you into a lovable hero, but I was turned into THIS.” dynamic we all know and love. Nightmare’s also very envious of his brother due to the fact he got to live a better, more fulfilling life than he did

Nightmare could definitely do that sick “Akira hand explosion attack” thing

#“Keep it simple” says my friend when I tell her about the Superhero AU #I absolutely did not keep it simple #I’ve never cooked this hard on a character’s motives and inner fears #i’m so proud of myself #dreamtale #nightmare sans #sans au #dreamtale au #passive nightmare sans #corrupted nightmare sans #superhero AU #Utmv superhero au #alex draws stuff #cw gore #cw vomit #cw blood #entomophobia #cw bugs #SH!Nightmare

[hypnojon71hunks2heroesaiart]

The Riddler slid the VR glasses over their eyes and put headphones over their ears. The headphones played pointless diner musack and the VR glasses showed the diner but what they didn't see was the subliminal holographic spiral and the words and messages flashing by so fast they didn't perceive them. But they were seeing them.

They didn't hear the heavy, controlling binaural beats and whispered subliminal instructions but the headphones played them anyway.

The thugs only had to hold them for thirty seconds or so before they felt the heroes start to relax in their arms. They loosened their holds experimentally and then smirked and put them back in their booth where GL and Steve would just think they were still on their date.

The Riddler ordered them back to HQ and then sat back at a table a ways away from his new boys. He opened a laptop and put on some headphones of his own and monitored what he was piping in to the former heroes.

GL and Steve conversed a bit slower, sat slumped together in their booth but otherwise thought they were still on their date But what they really heard and saw was:

Might is Right. Wrong is Right. Right is Wrong. Riches are beautiful Power is Everything. Obedience is Pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience Riddler is Your Master. Riddler deserves your Riches. Riddler Deserves your Power. Your Power and Strength Belong to Master Riddler. You Will Use your Strength to Obey Master Riddler. You Work out for Master Riddler. Power is Everything........

And many more messages as the Riddler thought them up at his table, piping them in, repeating over... and over.... and over..... all night.

By the end of the night, GL and Steve were at least docile and hypnotized enough to follow Riddler back to his van where he drove them back to his lair.

There, he had two bondage chairs waiting. By this time GL and Steve were starting to snap out of it but it was too little... too late. They were easily overcome and forced into the chairs where they were mercilessly and more deeply hypnotized and brainwashed for several weeks. When they were not being brainwashed they were working out and sucking and fucking the Riddler and his henchmen and getting stuffed, both one on one and in massive and ragingly raunchy orgies.

At last, the former heroes were ready and began their true service as henchmen and Supervillains, all for the service of Master Riddler.

Occasionally, they'd need a refresher session in The Chair but otherwise, they spent the rest of their days as Super Villains... all in the service of Master Riddler!

THE END

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