I Cant Believe Ive Never Noticed Before.

“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed before.”

“Noticed what?”

“How similar our powers are.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do.”

I really love writing found family. Like no its not them kissing, making out, and going through the dumb ass drama but a bunch of chaotic and feral children arguing with each other as the parental figure of the groups drinks what's probably their 10th glass of wine in the morning.

I just really like the whole idea of finding comfort with other people and choosing who their family is. But then with every new found family story I create, the more I realize I may have issues with my relationship with my own family.

Dec. 17, prompt: naughty

I saw naughty and you know that means Whump :)

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Vigilante was dragged through a maze of twists and turns by their kidnappers, hands cuffed behind their back. Their kidnappers grip was bruising and unflinching even as they struggled in their hold. The stupid gag in their mouth was tied so tight it was hurting their jaw and the corners of their mouth.

They stopped in front of two double doors that were twice the size of vigilante who just cocked a brow at the dark oak. One of their kidnappers knocked on the door then stepped back behind Vigilante.

Nothing happened.

So vigilante kicked the door hard and was about to go again before their foot caught air and they nearly fell had it not been for their captors.

When they saw Supervillain sitting on what could only be described as a throne at the end of the ballroom, vigilante’s fight or flight kicked in and they backed into their captors who just pushed them forward.

Their heart started hammering in their ears as they dug their heels in. All their struggle left them when one of their captors kicked them in the back of their knees at the steps in front of Supervillain’s throne.

They were at the heart of supervillain’s lair with their hands tied behind their back, gagged, surrounded by guards and SUPERVILLAIN and with no one knowing where they are. Not even hero who they had fought with today. Vigilante looked up into the eyes of supervillain whose eyes gleamed with cat like delight.

“Vigilante, how nice to see you again,” supervillain purred, standing from their throne and descending the steps.

Vigilante tried to stand on instinct, they needed to be on their feet but two firm hands on their shoulder kept them bent low, nearly bowing to supervillain as they strolled towards them. Taking their time with long languid steps until their shoes with in vigilante’s eye line.

Vigilante didn’t look up. They couldn’t. They refused. Until a hand curled in their hair and they flinched as their head was yanked backwards forcing them to look at supervillain up close. They nearly let out a whimper.

Nearly.

Supervillain grabbed vigilante’s chin, turning their face this way and that examining them like they were some prized pig.

Vigilante pulled their face away but the grip on their hair yanked them back, keeping them in supervillain’s hold. Supervillain stared down at them with those cold, crystal eyes so sharp they could cut you and smiled a blood curdling smile down at their prisoner.

“You have been very naughty, vigilante. I thought I told you to stay out of trouble, hmm? Keep your nose clean?”

Vigilante replied. Of course they were still gagged so it came out wrong, but they kept their eyes on supervillain too afraid to look away.

Supervillain tugged the gag down so it was around vigilante’s neck and said, “What was that, dearest?”

“I said,” vigilante said, their voice scratching their throat and their tongue dry and heavy. “That you can go fuck yourse-“

Before they could finish, supervillain’s hand whipped out and backhanded them across the face. Vigilante’s head whipped to the side with the force and they straightened again when supervillain pulled them up.

“Try again,” supervillain said simply.

“I said- go fuck-“

Another slap and this time vigilante was held up by supervillain’s hold on the collar of their tunic.

“Again,” supervillain growled, voice low and full of Swift punishing promises.

Too bad vigilante never knew how to shut up.

“Go f-“ supervillain drove their knee into vigilante’s nose then and this time they let vigilante fall. Vigilante let out a short pathetic cry of pain as they fell to the floor, blood oozing down their nose as they groaned.

They were dragged back to their knees by their hair, letting out a hiss of pain as supervillain stared down at them again. Expression patient.

“You know what you did to be here, vigilante? At my feet helpless, alone, without your powers?”

It was on the top of Vigilante’s tongue again, just in spite but the fact that supervillain looked completely at ease with hurting them was a different story. One way or another they were going to get what they wanted from Vigilante, so vigilante would rather not be as incapacitated when they tried to escape this time.

Vigilante swallowed thickly. “I didn’t stay out of trouble?” They offered.

Supervillain’s eyes gleamed with praise as they let go of vigilante’s hair finally.

“Not only that, vigilante. I have reports that you have been fraternising with a certain hero… oh what was their name?”

Vigilante’s blood turned cold, shifting in their shackles their mouth dry despite the taste of iron overwhelming it.

“I- listen, that’s not what it looks like,” Vigilante said quickly. “I’m using them to get information on the agency.”

“Is that so?” Supervillain mused, going to sit in their throne again. They tilted their head, regarding Vigilante with a coy smile, somehow knowing vigilante was lying.

“Yes,” said vigilante with an easy breath.

Supervillain said nothing. Just watched vigilante at their feet. Vigilante could handle the silence. Supervillain wielded it like a weapon, but vigilante knew their game and remained calm.

“I believe you,” supervillain said eventually. Vigilante fought the urge to let out a breath of relief.

“But-“ that word shook vigilante to their core. “I have a small request.”

“I’m not killing them.”

Supervillain’s smile turned cold. “My dear Vigilante,” supervillain sighed. Getting to their feet again. Vigilante recoiled, but supervillain came down all the same and grabbed Vigilante’s cheek with terrifying ease. Their hold gentle, but their eyes a mockery of sympathy.

“Do you forget my kindness? I took you in off the streets. Raised you in the best way I knew how. Made you disciplined and glorious, and when you asked to fly the nest I allowed it. And when you started using your skills that I honed in you to save people, I allowed that too, didn’t I?”

It wasn’t a question so vigilante remained silent.

“On one condition, vigilante. What was my condition hmm? I know you remember.”

“To not be a hero.”

Supervillain’s eyes shined with pride, and their voice sounded soft as they said, “yes, vigilante. Not to be a hero. Not to approach the agency-“

“I haven’t-“ supervillain’s grip turned bruising at Vigilante’s intrusion.

“Yet you forget your manners,” supervillain said. “Talking with a hero on not one or two occasions, but every week vigilante? Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?”

Vigilante remained silent. Feeling entirely too helpless to say or do anything. Supervillain tsked, raising their other hand to cup Vigilante’s cheek, inspecting them.

“Perhaps I let you go too soon,” supervillain said. “I always did have a soft spot for you, didn’t I?”

Vigilante shook their head. “No, supervillain. I have a life now, I- I promise I won’t talk with hero anymore-“

“Hush child. Maybe a little stay at home might do you good. Remind you which side you’re on.”

“I’m not on a side,” vigilante pleaded.

Supervillain just smiled. “We’ll yet see, dear Vigilante. If you can prove to me that you won’t be naughty again and let heroes into your life, then I will let you go. However you have yet to be punished.”

Supervillain glanced at their henchmen. “Take him to the basement, I’ll be down shortly.”

Vigilante shook their head as they were grabbed under their arms. “No, supervillain no! Please! Supervillain! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll be good. I’m sorry, supervillain! Please!”

Their screams fell on deaf ears as they were dragged from the throne room kicking and screaming.

Prompt #1489

“You are not my mother.”

The villainess smiled, ever in control, ever amused by their shuddering rage. “You can deny it all you want, little hero. You were born from me; my blood runs in your veins. My powers are your powers.”

“Your morals,” they spat, “are not my morals.”

Her smile widened. “Not yet.”

Mother Nature

(TW Graphic Descriptions and Death)

There was once a town. It was large and wondrous, filled with lights, bustling cars, clean streets, and smiling people. There was a nearby forest that the people used as their main resource. Tree wood was taken from the forest to make buildings and businesses, trash was thrown out of sight, and sometimes animals were hunted for fun. Everything was peaceful and happy. Everyone felt safe, secure, and at ease. The children of the town, however, said they heard screaming every time they slept. They said there were screams of pain and they called for help, but the adults dismissed it. They had decided that all the children were just dreaming or playing a silly game, and they believed they all were just dreaming. They never heard poor nature's children screaming. They never saw the anger of the one who heard every cry. 

It all began with one simple afternoon. There was a group of woodworkers who ventured into the surrounding forest to collect wood from the trees. Those who returned said something felt off that day. They said the group walked in complete silence, watching every corner. They felt something watching them walk, that something was following them, they thought something was hunting them down. There were no words exchanged, no sounds from the animals, and the river itself seemed very silent that day. All they heard was the crunching of leaves under their feet and hair on their necks sticking up. While they tried to work, the trees they used to cut down were now like stones to them. They wouldn’t even dent or chip as they swung their axes and fired up their chainsaws. Woodworkers were confused. They came every week to chop and collect wood from all the trees the forest had, sometimes even killing the animals hiding among the trees. Now they couldn't chop anything down. It felt humiliating and shameful, so they kept trying. As the day progressed and the sun set, a loud scream from one of the woodworkers was heard. When the group ran to check on him, they found a horrifying and blood-filled scene. One of their fellow woodworkers had his body violently ripped in half, his now dead face filled with horror and shock. His top half was hanging from the vines and thorns in the trees, beaten and bloody. The bottom half of his body stood up from the group and his feet were planted down. This was just as beaten and broken as the upper body had been. Almost like a tree, its trunk chopped off and left on the ground with only its stump remaining. The woodworker ran out of the woods in terror, and the townsfolk were shocked to hear this news. 

A few days after the body had finally been taken away and buried, a young woman and some other townsfolk came to the forest's huge river to dump their trash. It was the way the town kept the area clean, after all. Throw it in the river and it's lost forever and ever. She waited for a friend. It was odd considering her friend always arrived earlier than everyone else, as she threw away her trash bags and chatted with her neighbors. The trash piles smelled odd today. The smell of rotting meat and metal filled the air. She waited patiently and watched the stream. She noticed that there were more fish than usual and they all appeared to be eating something floating around. She then saw a strange red liquid that stained the brownish water and screamed. Mangled and drowned, her friend's body swam in the forest river. Her stomach was ripped wide open, and the fish ate any organs and bits of skin and flesh that came out. In addition, they ate flowers falling from the vines around her dead body. 

More and more of these incidents happened and the townspeople were terrified. People were found nailed and slashed into the trees, buried alive in the soil, roasted alive in the forest, drowned in the river, mutilated by animals, and so many more. The town had decided it would be much safer never to enter the forest again and found other ways to live. However, it led to trash filling up sewers or becoming ash after burning. The river waters were dirty and some fire from nearby trees was being burned. People lure animals out of the woods and hunt them down dead. The thought that avoiding the forest would keep them safe soon changed when something happened in their town. There was a proud hunter on the edge of town near the forest. He would hunt down the biggest animals in the world and plant their heads down on the walls. One day, his wife and children noticed he had not come downstairs and his wife rushed up to check on him. She found his body lying mangled and torn on the floor, and his head planted on the wall. The walls were tangled with vines and birds flew down to eat the exposed flesh. 

Following the incidents, vines and thorns began to grow in more and more places over the next few days. Buildings, houses, roads, lamps, walls, and everything. After a while, thick vines and thorns suddenly appeared and wrapped around the town one day, making it impossible for people to leave the town. The people panicked and cut through the vines only to be strangled or, even more shockingly, slowly turned into wood. It became darker as more vines and thorns covered the town's sky. It was then that something suddenly arose and blossomed from the walls above the town, seemingly from nowhere. 

It formed out of tarmac and plants. It towered over humans and stood with such power that people quivered. Its body was made of wood. Hair made of vines and moss with thorn-filled branches forming sharp horns and claws. It wore a dress that grew out of its wooden body with moss covering it entirely. It had black flowers growing around its head. Its face seemed almost like an empty wooden mask, with its only true detail being its eyes. The eyes themselves were empty and soulless, yet filled with rage and vengeance. It began to speak in a voice that sounded like an angry mother. As its voice boomed over the town, people fell to the ground on their knees. "You have harmed my children, caused them pain and agony. You caused my world to crumble and burn for your pathetic abomination for years without an inch of regret. I have granted you mercy time and time again, given you warnings and centuries to change your ways. And yet you refuse. Your ancestors and you will now suffer full punishment for the reckless fate you and your families have bestowed upon my family tenfold. Unless your future generations change their ways, they too will suffer the consequences of their actions". 

The town and its people vanished the next day. No one saw the fall or heard the screams. The neighboring townspeople only found a large and beautiful field of flowers and trees where the town used to be. Children from the former town played inside it. The neighboring town took them in and cared for them. They had no memory of what had happened or come before. They said they woke up in an empty field with no town in sight, and that was all they remembered. However, every night when the children went to sleep, they recited a warning to anyone who heard:

Hear my words, for it’ll do you good. She loves her children like a good mother should

You may come near but you must keep them neat, the children will love you and give you a treat

But take and throw away too much, the plants and creatures will scream and such

So Love all on this Earth or else one day, Mother will come and take you away

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