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Obedience Without Rules

“Fascinating”- Supervillain smiled- “that I have enough power to hurt you both simultaneously.”

Hero couldn’t respond as her mouth opened in a silent scream. The pain was becoming intolerable, rising with each moment, exhausting her further and further, yet she couldn’t simply pass out. Supervillain knew her limit after days of torture. He wouldn’t cross the line which allowed Hero any amount of relief.

If she could have, Hero would have turned to face Villain, to see if his line had been met yet. He’d arrived- arrived, how dare I think that? Villain had been captured two days after Hero. As much as she’d like to think Villain deserved the treatment Supervillain was fond of, she knew it wasn’t true.

“Ah- ah!”

“Don’t,” Hero breathed. “Don’t fight it.” How long had it taken her to say it after the fact? It wasn’t immediate, she knew, because it took her several moments to even collect her thoughts through the pain. Beyond that, there were a series of croaks which escaped her before she could speak a single coherent word. Did what she say even make sense now?

“Yeah, well, I’m not- not- Mm!” Villain was wincing in the moments he couldn’t speak. The pain, the one Supervillain was inflicting, was becoming unbearable.

Villain was in better shape than Hero, that was for sure, but it wouldn’t last. All three of those in the room knew it. Supervillain, most of all.

“I’m not just gonna let it happen!” Villain finally got out.

Supervillain listened to their banter long enough. He watched the two from the door, happy he didn’t have to take a step further into the room. It meant he could keep the door open, a taunt to his captives. Seeing a way out…they must have just been itching, huh? Ready to sprint? Prepared to claw Supervillain’s eyes and cheeks out. But they couldn’t.

Clenching a fist, Supervillain let the rest of his body relax. Villain’s grunts became screams, became pleas, became voiceless whines in the back of his throat.

For once, Supervillain was giving Hero a break, letting her slump in her chains. She was righteous enough that hearing another person hurt, even if they were considered a bad guy in her eyes, would pain her just as much as manipulating her mind into thinking it was in real pain.

Electrochemical reactions. How fun they were to play with. How easily you could control a person by firing them off. Ping the nerve cells. Make them hurt.

It’s what Supervillain was doing to Villain now. Hopefully, he wouldn’t pass out soon. It’d only been fifteen minutes, and that wasn’t enough time to satisfy Supervillain. Although, maybe…Hero was on a break right now. Maybe Supervillain could push Villain to his limit and then move onto Hero again.

“Stop,” Hero finally wheezed, not thinking about what she was doing. Her intention was to make Supervillain move on away from Villain, which he did, leaving the open doorway and walking towards her. “He’s- he’s had enough.”

Hero didn’t think about the continued pain Villain would feel, the exhaustion which would set in, making his bones creak as they were continuously being pulled on by the chains above his head.

Supervillain’s painful power was a blaring feeling while he was actively tormenting them. But…well, they were better off if they passed out from the pain during or afterwards. At least that way, Villain would have a chance to heal.

Hero already messed up, though. She got Supervillain’s attention before Villain could reach that point of healing.

Passing out shouldn’t have been better than this life. It shouldn’t have been, and yet…yet, it was.

“And you, Hero, haven’t had enough?”

In a moment, Hero’s limbs were light- felt like feathers. She drew in a breath, slowly, allowing herself to feel the air all the way in her lungs before releasing- or trying to release. What happened instead was that she drew in a breath on top of the first as something panged in her chest. The extra breath made her chest hurt worse- beyond the pain Supervillain was inflicting himself. “St-stop. Stop, please.”

“Oh? Now you have had enough? Make up your mind, little girl.”

To everyone’s great surprise, Villain spoke up. “You’d do well,” he rasped at Supervillain, “to not…demean her. She’s-” Hero couldn’t see it, but Villain was looking over at her, head hung low, yet high enough to admire her- even if she was sweaty. “-stronger than I am, than I’ll- than I’ll ever be.”

He knew Hero had been here longer, had been tormented greater than he had been yet. And she was volunteering in order for him to catch a breath.

Hero grunted as she was relieved of her pain again. She nearly cursed when Villain’s voice pitched. “Give us a break!” she screamed at Supervillain. Had Hero had a hand available, she’d have slapped it over her lips. Dread churned in her stomach and she quickly apologized.

“You’re apologizing? You think that takes back your disobedience.”

“Can’t be disobedient if you haven’t set rules,” Villain piped, regaining the most miniscule amount of strength as Supervillain’s focus was changed again. He wouldn’t let Hero take the blows, but he didn’t know why. Maybe it was only because she did it for him first. Ah, it didn’t matter.

“Villain,” Hero’s voice was quiet, broken. “Stop. You can’t- can’t do this for me. Just stay silent.”

“No. You don’t deserve-”

Supervillain hummed, sending a high frequency in his captives’ ears. Villain’s eyes and mouth opened as if the sound could simply pour out, meanwhile Hero was clenching every muscle tight, squeezing the sound out.

“It seems you both want to sacrifice yourselves for the other. I reckon that makes this easy. If you”- Hero’s pain flared and she screeched- “want to take the pain for him, I’ll let you. And since you”- now Villain hollered- “want to take hers, I’ll let you. You both make this too easy.”

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Part 2 here

Scene Prompt

“Just sit down! I’ll bandage you up,” the ex-villain said, gesturing to the chair.

“I can do it myself,” the hero grumbled, swiping the first aid kit and grudgingly sitting.

The ex-villain pursed their lips. “Hey.” The hero ignored them, cracking open the kit. “Hey,” they said louder and caught the hero’s chin between their fingers, gently tipping it up so their gazes met. “Needing help doesn’t make you weak.”

“I can clean my own wounds.” The hero jerked their face from the ex-villain’s grip and began to swipe a disinfecting wipe along their arm, grimacing at the sting.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” The ex-villain plucked up the ointment and applied it to the hero’s scrapes in wake of the wipe. “Needing my help during the fight today doesn’t mean you’re any less capable.”

“I shouldn’t need anyone, and especially not you,” the hero hissed, fingers digging into the arms of the chair.

The ex-villain flinched at their harsh tone but began to wrap a bandage around the hero’s arm nonetheless. A trickle of guilt seeped into the hero at how their former enemy simply took their words and didn’t lash back, and the fire in their chest dimmed.

They cleared their throat. “I-I shouldn’t have said that. You were just trying to help. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at me,” the hero confessed.

Smiling sadly, the ex-villain said, “I’m not new to self-loathing either, especially given my past, but that’s something we can both work through. Together, if you’d like.”

- Lynn

Request for “former villain taking care of the hero when a new threat is too much for them to handle” by mudnight_writer

Hi! I absolutely love your writing! It's beautiful! I was wondering if you could write one where the villain crashes a Hero's party? That would be splendid! Thank you!

“You…you can’t be here,” the hero mumbled. 

“You’re drunk.” The villain’s head tilted. “Happy Birthday.” 

The hero blinked up at them, uncertainly. Their mind was stuck somewhere between ‘what the hell are you doing here?’ and ‘why the hell are you so beautiful?’ 

“How come you’re skulking outside at your own party?” 

“How come you’re skulking outside my party?” the hero pointed an accusing finger. “You better not be planning something. Wait. Did you say ‘happy birthday?’”

“I got you something,” the villain said. 

The hero shot to their feet, eyes wide, expecting a bomb or something horrible and - 

“What’s wrong with the chocolates? Have you poisoned the chocolates?” 

“I would have to be truly evil to poison the chocolate,” the villain said solemnly. There was a hint of a smile on their lips. 

“You’re mocking me.” 

“I wouldn’t dare.” The smile was even bigger now. 

The hero accepted the box of chocolate, with a wary brand of touched. They smelled delicious. They ripped the ribbon off and stuffed one in their mouth. 

The villain raised their brows. 

The hero offered them one. 

The villain took it, before sitting down on the back garden patio next to them. The sounds of the party, warm light, filtered through the windows. Music thumped. 

“The - the person I like,” the hero said. “They like someone else. Got together. Kissing.”

“That sucks.” 

“What’s your excuse for lurking in my garden?” 

The villain shrugged and took another chocolate. 

“…do you want to come in?”

“No. That would ruin my reputation as a gate crasher.”

“Just come in. You can be my bad decision for the night.” 

“Flatterer.”

The hero glanced over at them. It was a poor idea, but the villain was - well, the hero knew they weren’t that bad. At least not all the time. They seemed softer tonight. And they gave the hero potentially evil chocolates. And the hero’s chest hurt because they’d thought - they’d thought - 

They turned and kissed the villain, hot and clumsy. 

The villain froze.

The hero cleared their throat. “Thank you for the chocolates.” They stood. “Come inside. At least then I can keep an eye on you.”

The villain followed. 

It occurred to the hero, later, that perhaps the villain had just wanted one night to belong. To be another ordinary teenager. To not be what they were. 

One night. 

After that, everything went back to normal.

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Prompt #184

Villain leaned beside a sliding glass door. “You never told me you were leaving,” they said as Hero walked out, a long plate in hand. 

The plate was tossed in the air, along with all the skewers used for kabobs. “Vil-Villain?”

“That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

“What are you- why are you here?”

Rolling their eyes, Villain pushed off the side of the house, bending down to pick the plate, which Hero so shockingly tossed, up. “Heard there was a cookout in town- figured I’d check it out. You feel like making a medium-rare steak for me? I’m not much of a burger or hotdog person.”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Hero declared, hands shaking like a teacup chihuahua.

“Yeah?” Villain stuck the plate out, offering it to Hero. “You weren’t supposed to just…up and leave without a word. I thought we were closer than that.” As Hero clutched the plate, Villain bent down to pick up one of the skewers. “Guess I was wrong.”

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