I think I've already sent an ask today but oh well, apologies. a n y w a y. may I please ask for some touch starved villain and a hero who very freely gives out hugs?
I HAVE LITERAL ASKS FROM APRIL OMG GUYS IM SO SORRY—
Warm Hug
Hero ducked as Villain threw another punch, barely dodging before they lunged at the criminal, missing them by a hair as they were sent tumbling down an alleyway. The villain didn’t waste any time in going after Hero, before the crime-stopper could even think Villain pounced and had them pinned under their hips in a second.
It took a minute for Hero’s energy to die out, they fought the urge to just submit completely and let Villain take them to god knows where. They were incredibly exhausted and instead figured they could catch their breath before they kicked back up the fight.
“Hah! I-I win…” Villain wheezed, unable to catch their breath as they forced all their weight against their nemesis.
Hero couldn’t find the air to respond, their lungs felt like they were going to explode. Instead, they simply closed their eyes and let themselves go limp, mindlessly wrapping their arms around the one hunkered over top of them.
Suddenly, Villain stilled, completely unmoving. Their once rapid breathing had stopped entirely as if they had been rendered a statue.
“You alright?” Hero questioned from their position on the ground, opening one eye to peer at their enemy who seemed to have been frozen in time.
The villain however only blinked and tripped over their tongue, a hundred words coming out of their mouth in a second as a light blush coated their cheeks and their gaze averted Hero’s at all costs.
Hero, left confused at the sight of their now flustered nemesis, wondered if they had done something. Were they doing something inappropriate? Were any of their limbs in a compromising position for Villain? Had they said something subconsciously?
Villain took in a deep shaky breath, waking Hero out of their thoughts as they watched their cold-hearted nemesis try to speak once again.
“Why are you hugging me.”
It was whispered so faintly Hero thought they had imagined it. Not to mention the fact that a hug would be the last thing on their list of ‘potential weaknesses for Villain’. It was ridiculous after all.
The greatest villain in the whole city ruined by something as simple as a hug?
Hero would’ve laughed if they had heard it any sooner. But now? Watching their nemesis turn beet red and lose the ability to meet their eyes?
Now, Hero wasn’t quite so sure.
“Because you won and I’m exhausted.” The hero stated, tempting the villain to come up with an answer of their own, but Hero only drew silence. They slowly began to remove their arms, feeling somewhat ashamed in case they had hurt the villain somehow. “I mean if it bothers you I can stop, I just-”
“No.”
Hero blinked, Villain still wouldn’t look them in the eye, their arms shaking slightly from where they pinned Hero’s shoulders against the pavement.
“D-Don’t stop…” The criminal let themselves collapse against their nemesis, allowing the warmth from Hero’s suit to infiltrate their body. Pressing their face into the crook of the others neck in shame, they didn’t want Hero to see them like this.
“Villain is there something-” This time, Hero cut themselves off at the sound of light sniffling and something like a droplet of water running down their neck.
Villain was crying.
Hero couldn’t take another second of it, sitting up and squeezing the villain even closer which caused them to yelp. The crime-stopper simply clutched the other even tighter against their body before lifting them up off the ground, forcing Villain to wrap their legs around Hero’s hips.
It was obvious that Villain didn’t seem to mind the sudden movement, not putting up a fight or resisting to their enemy in away. Which was very unlike the villain, maybe the criminal did mind, but just didn’t have the energy to care.
Hero accepted that as the most believable option and set foot back to their apartment. Villain cried softly in their arms until they made it to Hero’s street, then the criminal promptly drifted off to sleep and fell limp against their nemesis.
When they made it inside Hero was careful in setting down the villain on the couch, but the other didn’t even stir. Completely melting to the hero’s touch and subconsciously searching and pleading for more.
“God, Villain… When was the last time someone took care of you?” Hero didn’t expect a response, mainly because they already knew the answer. But now that they knew, they couldn’t help the urge to help the villain.
Hero silently hoped Villain would let themselves be cared for as they sat gently beside them and began carding a hand through their knotted hair.
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whats monty and anon's relationship with each other in your record scratch au? obviously they both have a thing for each other, but do they ever put a name to it? in the were-being au they're a full on couple (good for them good for them) so im curious
They have no name for it. They don't want to talk about it. Monty is sentient, but he still has guiderails if that make sense. He still follows specific programming that he can't go around and isn't aware he's following. And to the Anon, it would almost seem unfair to want to put a label to their relationship. Because they don't know if Monty can fully comprehend it. Spoiler alert. He can lmao. They just don't ask. When it comes to them, he's using full sentience and no guides. He just doesn't want to say anything because he was rebuffed in the past. A moment the Anon doesn't remember because to them, it was just a passing incident
Which the reason I get to use for that, is that it was a scrapped idea for the second part, therefore the Anon doesn't remember because you guys don't lmao
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points a mic at you. odile realizing renzo is hiding something from her
Lorenzo’s always been one to hold secrets. (Odile looping AU belongs to @tealgoat ) (& spoilers for like. Act 3 technically? Yeah.)
You’ve known that the entirety of your time in this party. He’s…selective, let’s say, on what information he shares with you all. He hasn’t really shared much about his earlier years.
Like Siffrin, in a way.
Except Siffrin, as you learned with your newfound abilities, doesn’t remember a lot of his life. Lorenzo…seems to keep it barred intentionally. All of his answers to the questions you’ve tried to ask are too vague for anything to be gathered from them.
You remember yourself asking, “Where did your last name come from?” a while ago; far before any of this...looping business.
You watched him think. Think long and hard. Far too hard for something as simple as his shattering last name.
Eventually, he settled on, “My mother. Where else?” and essentially refused to say anything else.
It’s…frustrating. You can’t fully trust him when he’s so uncooperative. You had the same situation with Siffrin, though he ended up proving he could be trusted eventually.
Lorenzo hasn't.
You see movement from the corner of your eye, interrupting your thoughts. Looking up, you see Lorenzo, the one and only, turning over in his sleeping bag.
Right. You nearly forgot you're still in the clocktower. How late is it now? Everyone’s still sleeping, so it can't be...
Everyone's still sleeping.
...
You have an idea. A terrible idea, you feel, but an idea that may ease your suspicions.
You climb out of bed as caefully as possible and creep across the cold floor, down the stairs. They creak, though there's a small chance anyone will hear you. If they do, there won't be any consequences anyway.
You feel sick for thinking like that. But it is true.
Reaching the bottom, you go straight for where you all ate. Lorenzo always leaves his bag here. You see it every loop.
You grab the bag, but freeze there. Going through other peoples belongings was never something you saw yourself doing. Were you really doing the right thing? Even if you suspected him of something, it's a low point to stoop to...
You shake your head and yank the frayed handle up. It doesn't matter. It's for a good reason. You're sure everyone else would understand.
Inside the bag is a pleathora of items. Personal, mostly. A sharpener for his knives, various hair ties scattered by the bottom, hygene products...
A journal. Perfect.
You grab it. Its cover is mostly a dark grey, with silvery raised designs: dots connected with lines, comletely nonsensical to you. It's held together with a worn, leather buckle. The text on the front is illegible. Trying to make sense of it hurts your head.
Carefully, you undo the buckle and open the book.
...
...
Oh.
The entire thing is written in the same manner as the front. You can't make heads or tails of any of it. It all hurts your head in the same way the title did. You only recognize faint bits of Vaugardian placed between the pages. Most of the legible text is assortments of letters, like those learning sheets little kids get in school.
One part sticks out to you, though. It's incredibly messy, almost chicken scratch, but you can read it well enough.
"My name is:Lorenzo Silvana Halloran
My dad's name is: Peadar Halloran
I am 10."
Your breath catches. That's his name. And his...father's? He said he didn't have a father. Only a mother.
You hear the floor creak and slam the book shut, returning it to its original place. Someone must be awake. No more snooping.
This only confirmed your suspicions, though. He's hiding something. He's hiding something, and you're more determined than ever to figure out what it is.
You have all the time in the world, now, after all.
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