I've never asked if anyone could write something before so sorry if...idk how I could mess this up but if anyone could it'll be me. 😌
You may have done this already but...What about a villian that is forced to commit crimes because of their parents, they have been told they have to hurt hero, they don't do it and get punished, hero finds them later?
Also I love your writting, you seem like a pretty cool person to be around 😎
Damnnnnn alright anon. This is good. And thank you!
Part 2 Part 3
Parental Pressure
The last thing Hero had expected on their late night walk to clear their cluttered mind was to run into Villain who seemed to be doing the same. It was too late for either of them to be out, but that hadn’t stopped the pair.
Villain stood, wide eyes and blinking at their nemesis, a large duffel bag slung over their shoulder and an oversized sweatshirt practically swallowed them whole. The criminal was young, younger than the other ones Hero had fought and it made them pathetically sympathetic.
Hero remembered being that kid. That kid who would do anything for a bit of praise. Thankfully, in order to get that praise Hero became a saviour, while Villain headed down the darker path.
“Villain. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Subconsciously, Hero’s hands drifted to where their handcuffs usually sat—a movement that did not go unnoticed on the other’s behalf.
The criminal took a step back, both hands bracing the bag that tilted themselves slightly to the left as if they were going to make a run for it. They looked fearful, nervous, bouncing on the balls of their feet as their jaw hung slack.
“Hm?”
Villain spluttered, taking another step away as they tried to come up with an explanation for their midnight stroll. “I-I… u-uh… well—”
Hero was patient with the younger one, the corners of their mouth tugging into a small smile. They couldn’t help but recognize themselves in the reflection of their eyes and demeanor.
It was all too familiar.
“I-I can’t be here.” The villain announced, turning on their heel and shuffling quickly down the sleeping street and away from Hero.
A sharp pain in Hero’s heart resonated throughout them, it was dumb, it was so insatiably dumb to feel this way for a kid, for a villain. But the hero just couldn’t help it.
“Hey, Villain!”
Rushing after the criminal, Hero stumbled slightly, mumbling something under their breath about the city needing to rework their sidewalks as they finally caught up. Placing one hand on the villains shoulder to halt them in their escape, Villain froze immediately.
“Hey, relax. I’m not going to arrest you, I just want to talk.” When the villain said nothing in return, still stuck like a statue, Hero further explained themselves. “Look, we haven’t gotten to know each other yet and honestly I’m not very fond of using strangers as punching bags. Walk with me?”
Villain still didn’t move, Hero’s hand sat comfortably on their shoulder as they tousled them slightly. The villain couldn’t help but flinch at that, whimpering just the tiniest bit under their breath that Hero was sure it was simply the sound of passing wind.
“S-So what? You prefer beating on t-the people you know and l-love?”
Hero chuckled, giving the other another soft pat on the shoulder, forcing the villain to pull away entirely as they winced. That seemed... wrong.
“Hah, that’s not what I meant. I’d just like to be something more along the lines of... frenemies? If that’s the right term, it’ll save you some jail time and beatings in the long run, promise.” Hero’s words were playful, but there was an edge this time, they were scanning. Watching the villain’s every move and looking for the inconsistencies in their behavior.
The hero counted one for the way Villains breath hitched when the hero mentioned a beating. The bag slung over their shoulder and the fear in their eyes was starting to solve a puzzle in Hero’s mind, but they were still missing a piece. So they pressed on.
“Thanks, b-but no thanks. I have to go. I-If you’ll excuse me--”
Hero reached out again, “Hold on.” but Villain was slippery. Maneuvering out of the crime-stoppers grasp and bolting down the street.
The hero looked down at the palm of their hand under the dim street lamp, it was softly tainted red, a colour that hadn’t been present before and suddenly Hero was racing after the villain. Chest heaving as they watched the small dark figure ahead of them dart in and between parked vehicles, if Villain decided to take a short-cut Hero would lose them in a second.
They needed to catch up and fast.
Villain continued through the city, searching for an opening, somewhere they could hide or escape their pursuer. But no opportunity presented itself. And with the slow bleeding and re-opening of the wounds across their body and the heavy bag weighing them down, Villain was starting to worry.
Fortunately, their worries were cut short. Unfortunately, it was because Hero had caught up as they slammed into the villain, knocking the air out of their lungs and their feet from the ground. Sending the pair flying as they rolled in a pile to the ground.
The villain screamed as their body crumpled to the floor, it was loud for a second and then silent as they bit into their fist. They couldn’t show weakness, not around Hero.
On the other hand, hero recovered quickly, bouncing up off the ground as they rushed to the villains side. Pinning their arms down as they both struggled to catch their breath, Villain shook like a leaf under their nemesis but that didn’t loosen Hero’s grip.
“Let me g-go!”
Hero glared at their enemy, consequently shutting them up and causing the beginning of tears to brim their eyes.
“You’re coming with me.” Villain opened their mouth to interject, but Hero continued. “And you better not try and bullshit your way out of this. You’re going to explain everything to me on the way back, and that includes why the fuck you are bleeding through your sweatshirt.”
Hero grappled the struggling Villain until they were comfortably stuck in their arms. Holding them tight until the villain yelped and pleaded for mercy.
“Understood?”
The villain had never nodded so fast in their entire life.
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I had an idea last night that was basically just what if select members of the Lost Light we're actually monster! versions of themselves, and they don't know until it's revealed that "wait, you're Different too?"
Consider
Consider
Consider
Monster!Rung and Monster!Megatron.
Neither know the full story of each other quite quite yet, but. Well. Something who isn't quite right is bound to notice someone else who isn't quite right
After all. There have always been stories of the horrors of the mines.
And. Well. Rung has been around for a while, and perhaps it's a good thing many do not remember who he is.
And at some point today, I realized I see an opportunity for more Fucked Up Prime Shit too
So it's just fucking
Ultra Magnus / Minimus Ambus is the same though
His set up is fucked up (affectionate) enough.
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