#h/c prompts

[whump-captain]

🎵 Lyric-inspired hurt/comfort prompts 🎵

Send me a number, a character name, and a preference for hurt or comfort and i'll write a short fic/drabble based on a line taken from one of the songs im obsessed with right now.

1. Here, emotions behold

2. The questions before

3. The blood on your hands

4. Caught us off guard

5. Hands reaching for our throats

6. Promise you won't let go

7. Fixed to fall apart

8. Gun to my head

9. Pretending it's trust

10. Be the air you need

11. Cover over my eyes

12. Haunt for closure

13. Listen to them shout

14. Divine, these monsters

15. Show me stolen love

16. Sleep as they cut

17. Going dim in my gaze

18. Lungs heaving, choking

19. Alone at the cusp

20. Ask me to stay

21. Fear starts setting in slow

22. Sleeping towards the void

23. No use running

24. Washed up excuses

25. Oh, how I've changed

Feel free to reblog and/or use the prompts however you wish! Doesn't have to be hurt/comfort nor even writing at all, as long as you have fun

#whump #hurt/comfort #h/c #whump prompts #h/c prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #whump writing #whump blog #whump community #fic prompts #ask game #this is entirely self indulgent lmao #i wanna write but i can't decide What #bonus points for guessing the album lol #it's been on repeat in my soul for like 3 months

[atbnl-prompts]

Side blog for @authortobenamedlater. Tired of clogging my likes with prompts I might want to use someday so I made this blog as basically a storage unit.

If you want me to write a prompt you see here send an ask to my main and link the prompt post so I can find it. I don't interact from this blog.

Companion blog for ask memes is @atbnl-asks.

See tags ⬇️ for an attempt to keep things organized.

#shipping prompts #otp prompts #funny prompts #h/c prompts #religious prompts #whump prompts #au prompts

[federaliszt]

Reluctant Caretaker

caretaker who is whumpee's rival, who hates them, who has said so many times, point blank. who is whumpee's complete opposite in every way, who has years of bad blood with whumpee, who has argued with them and yelled at them countless times and called them every name in the book -

...taking a bullet for them.

...jumping in to push them out of the way of a speeding car or train.

...holding whumpee's head down during a terrorist attack, especially one where the terrorists have announced that they are looking for whumpee specifically.

...breaking into an enemy base to save whumpee from being tortured and executed, especially if whumpee is convinced no one is coming for them, least of all someone like caretaker.

...throwing the first punch at the guy who just insulted whumpee to their face.

...talking big to draw their enemies' attention away from whumpee and onto themself when they both wind up kidnapped together.

...crossing the unspoken line in the sand to wrap their arms around whumpee, cradling whumpee's face on their shoulder and giving them a much-needed hug after a crushing defeat or a loss of a loved one. they're the only one who knows whumpee inside and out, so they're the only one who knows how badly whumpee is hurting right now.

Caretakers whose mouth says one thing, but whose heart says another.

#whumpril2024 #whump #reluctant Caretaker #rivals #h/c prompts #whumprilday29

[charred-entiity]

“Need a hug? C’mere.” for ocs of your choice

YIPPEEE YIPPEE YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEE

tws: paranoia, fear of recapture, mentions of past torment, PTSD, panic attack

The days after Vin's rescue were gruelling. Every moment was spent with the creeping feeling that this wouldn't last, that soon he'd be whisked away back to that dingy cellar with the familiar smell of old blood and disinfectant. He found himself left with the notion that he was surely dreaming, and the thought of going back there made him sick.

"Oh Vinny, you know I'll always catch you."

Remembering those words made him feel sicker.

He got out of the too-soft bed and stepped onto the cold floors, walking so the wood floors wouldn't creak below him. Vin walked into the kitchen, fully intent on getting a glass of water. Before he could even open the door to get the Britta out, something caught his eye.

In the cold silvery metal of the refrigerator, he could almost make someone out in the reflection. His black hair was long and thin in a way that spoke of malnourishment, eyes and skin reflecting the same treatment. grey hair made itself visible in the glint of the moon. He looked gaunt, almost ghostly, and he could see his own cheekbones. Was this really him? He'd never been given a mirror, and when you're constantly being tortured looks aren't exactly the most important. Well, sometimes they were— he felt like crumbling into a million pieces, mouth suddenly much drier than before. He stumbled back suddenly, catching glimpses of the scars that now marred once clear skin. What the hell happened?

Footsteps came towards the kitchen. Shit he was in so much trouble! He clattered to the ground like porcelain, finally breaking under what felt like fifty tons of pressure.

"Vin?" A voice asked blearily, approaching him with the speed of a dozen snails, likely to torment him and maybe slam his head into the tile for his insolence. He didn't dare look up, he simply sat and cowered like he was supposed to. Instead of a blow, a figure sat down in front of him. A familiar figure with a familiar face. Keirin looked him in the eyes, suddenly holding out her arms.

"Need a hug?" She asked, looking at him with no visible malice. He nodded slowly, hair falling slightly in front of his face. "C'mere," She said leaning forward. Instantly he was on her, renewed sobs wracking his body as she comforted him.

#ocs #phantoms ocs #phantom writes #phantoms little corner of fun #tw: ptsd #tw: panic attack #tw: malnourishment #whump #whump writing #whumpee #hurt comfort prompts #h/c prompts #emotional h/c #caretaker

[save-the-villainous-cat]

With all the strength they had left, the hero crawled into the villain’s apartment through the window. After surviving the superhero, this should have been easy but it turned out to be exhausting.

The hero had landed in the bathroom and without wasting another second, they pulled themselves up and searched through the cabinets. Unfortunately, their bloody hands left enough evidence of them breaking in already. They supposed they’d have to face the villain sooner or later, even if that meant the villain was going to throw them out again.

For now, they found something close enough to practical — a razor — and opened the first aid kit the villain usually stored under the cabinet. Before they could take out the blades, the villain opened the door.

“You’re not as quiet as you think.” The hero looked at them and smiled softly. Teeth stained with blood, heavy limbs.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” they said. With no hesitation, the villain helped them up and took the razorblades out of their hands.

“What happened to that pretty face?” they asked. With one hand on the hero’s hip, they reached for a clean towel and turned on the sink. They let the soft fabric drench in warm water and gently cleaned up the hero’s face.

It all happened so fast. The villain didn’t seem to mind that the hero was here in the middle of the night.

And they were close. So close.

Whereas the villain was focused on the hero’s face and getting rid of all that blood, the hero stared into their eyes. Maybe it was this cruel change: brutal violence coming from someone they had adored to gentle tenderness from someone they had loathed.

The villain looked down at them. Their thumb traced the hero’s jawline and the hero looked away, almost ashamed.

“You look like shit,” the villain whispered. “And you woke me up.”

“I’m sorry,” the hero said. They looked at the villain’s clothes — their underwear and a shirt. The hero blushed a little. They took the villain’s hand and reached for the razorblades. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

The hero let go of them with a gaze that lingered a little too long.

“They chipped me,” the hero explained. They cleaned the blade with some rubbing alcohol and took in a deep breath. “Chipped me like a fucking dog.”

They cut into their own forearm, watching as the blood ran down their skin. It burnt even more than the open wounds on the hero’s back. They supposed they just had gotten used to that sort of pain, even if that was impossible.

With the blade, they dug through skin and muscle, clenching their teeth until they found the little tracker. They cursed when they pushed their fingers into the wound to fish it out.

Once they had the bloody device in their hand, they let it fall to the ground and crushed it under their boot.

“I knew trackers are useless at your place. You’ve slipped through my fingers quite a few times that way.”

The villain didn’t say anything. They just stared at the hero who cleaned their arm.

It wasn’t exactly easy to crawl to their nemesis and beg for shelter. The hero was too proud to do that anyway and they had planned to leave after cutting out the microchip.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” the hero said.

“You didn’t bother me.” The villain took a step forward and took the hero’s hands. “Are you alright?”

The hero frowned.

“Of course I am. I’m fine. I’m doing great.”

“You’re sure about that?” The villain let their fingers intertwine and suddenly, the hero felt very tired very quickly. “You’ve been so busy these last few days. I barely got to see you. They sent over some other lame heroes.”

The hero chuckled tiredly.

“I mean, why would they think I am satisfied with all the other rabble?” One of their hands glided down the hero’s forearm where they put pressure on the wound. “You always wanted to be a hero. When did that change?”

“I don’t know,” the hero said but the desperation and the hopelessness were already settling in. It didn’t even buy them time to lie to the villain. One way or another they found out anyway and most of the time, they asked the hero questions they already had the answers to.

The hero couldn’t really take it anymore. The pain was too much, their mind was breaking more and more.

“Oh, so many tears on such a pretty face,” the villain said. They pulled the hero closer and wiped their tears away with the back of their hand. “Don’t you know it’s not your fault?”

“They turned against me,” the hero said. Their voice trembled. “All of them. They chipped me, they put a bounty on my head. They’re trying to kill me because I don’t agree with…with all this shit.”

The villain cupped their face. “With what?”

“With all this stupid collateral damage and these dumb advertisements. Most of the time I feel like a mascot, I’m barely saving any people.”

“Oh, darling.” The villain tilted their head. Their presence was comforting in a way the hero hadn’t had experienced before. Whatever they’d done to each other in the past, the hero didn’t care. They were familiar, they were warm. The hero wasn’t going to let anyone take this moment away from them. “And who exactly beat you up like this? Your boss, I assume?”

“…yeah.” They could play pretend. They could pretend the villain was closer, that they were more than acquaintances. Even if it wasn’t real, even if the villain was using them, the hero needed some affection right now. They’d gladly give the heartbreak to their future self.

“My poor hero,” the villain said softly. “Would you let me stitch you up?”

The hero nodded.

“I’ll protect you,” the villain promised. They pulled them close to hug the hero. The hero didn’t understand why they were so gentle, so kind. Most of the time, they insulted each other like children. But the hero needed this. They really did. “They will pay for this.”

#shake baby baby shake bis uns der Himmel auf den Kopf fällt #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #h/c

[whumblr]

Whump prompt #64

"That's my mark on them," Whumper purred as Caretaker stared at the scar on Whumpee's shoulder. "They're mine. And you're not taking them anywhere."

"Oh yeah?" Caretaker snapped back. Blazing eyes found Whumpee's, who looked away in shame. But Caretaker wouldn't have it. He grabbed their face, both hands, looked them deep in the eyes.

And he kissed them full on the mouth.

Whumpee sputtered, utterly confused, embarrassed even, a hand shakily reaching up to touch over their lips as Caretaker pulled away. They stumbled lightly, but an arm snagged around theirs and pulled them against Caretaker.

"That's my mark on them," Caretaker snarled. "I can easily plant one right over yours. And they're coming home. With me!"

#bonus if remains of lipstick show or fierce hickeys #bonusbonus if whumper taught whumpee caretaker wouldn't want them anymore #whump #whump prompt #caretaker #feral caretaker #confused whumpee #intimate whumper #h/c #fluffy angst? #flogging and snogging #protective caretaker #possessive whumper #my prompts #my writing

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

You know what I really like? The lingering aftereffects of whump, a permanent change that will never be the way it was even after they're home and safe. Not just the scars and the nightmares, but a change in the fabric of who they are.

A change in Whumpee's diet because their organs have been damaged. A self-soothing habit they bring home with them. A submissive mannerism trained into them that they struggle to train themselves back out of.

They may have gotten away from Whumper. Whumper may be gone, may even be dead. But they are still indelibly marked.

#whump #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #a e s t h e t i c

[elvenfforestydd]

Whumpee to Caretaker: "“Lie to me. Make it believable.”

#whump #whump prompt #hurt and comfort #h/c

[mystic-moonscape]

➼ ᴰⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ: ᴾʰᵒᵗᵒˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ, ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ɖѧʏ 2: ċʏɞєяċȏяє

ᴍʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ 2000'ꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ.

#Mystic's moodboards #aesthetic april #aesthetic #prompt of the day #aesthetic of the day #aestethic #a e s t h e t i c #pinterest #moodboard #moodboard of the day #cybercore #early 2000s #escapism #losing yourself in the pusuit of the abstract #pictochat #webcore #y2k aesthetic #y2k #nostalgia #childhood #video games #2000s #2000s kid #2000s nostalgia #art #techcore #2000s aesthetic #grunge #2010s #₊ ⊹♡[ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ-ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ] ♡₊ ⊹

[bucket-of-amethyst]

IMPTOBER DAY 4: Third Life!

Mighhhttt have stretched the prompt a bit but,, listen... impulse is a bit of a genius, it turns out.

#it happened i 3rd life ok sdlkgj #look i was only thinking about t h e c l o c k and thats like.. agsty #and girlypop i cant twist and turn and bend angsty prompts in art weeks in ways u cant even imagine #until u only get the sillies and the fluffies #thats how i run my business #he canonically listens to that as he sleeps #its canon #impulsesv #ethoslab #hermitcraft #third life #mcyt #hermitblr #trafficblr #imptober #imptober2022 #bucket of art

[againsttheskull]

following up on the previous post about non-captivity whump, i wanted to list some of the other ideas i had about it

+ someone in the tags suggested it as a form of paying off a debt. i think understanding each’s motivation for the arrangement is pretty important. whumpee owes some debt to whumper? whumper has blackmail over them? whumpee has other goals that only whumper can achieve and this is the price that comes with it?

+ alternatively, does whumpee have some past trauma that draws them to continue on with this? were they previously in full captivity with whumper or with someone else and falling back into old patterns? will the current situation escalate into full captivity? the possibility definitely keeps whumpee up at night

+ long distance whump! of course they have each other’s numbers saved. whumper is capable of giving orders to whumpee from however far away and trusts that whumpee will fulfill them (because if not, they know they’ll be punished for it when they do see whumper face to face)

+ how much do whumpee’s friends and teammates know about their friend’s situation? do they accept it as a given that whumpee will suddenly disappear for days at a time and know better than to question it? Does whumpee get resentful that none of their friends even notice the bruises? Or is whumpee glad to keep it a secret?

+ whumpee has trouble codeswitching around people. their friends think its strange how whumpee will sometimes become overly polite and deferential to them, then switch back to their normal self like nothing happened. 

+ or worse, when whumpee accidentally gets too casual while in close proximity to whumper, then has to frantically overcorrect themselves.

+ casual interactions with whumper. do they keep the act up in public or does whumper also like to keep a low profile? 

+ when/if whumpees friends do catch on, how do they begin to separate them? do they confront whumper about it in person? how do they get the truth out of whumpee, who is already so used to hiding this part of them? 

#whump #whump community #whump scenario #whump prompt #h/c #aaaa i just love this idea sm

[dereles]

Okay but have you considered Stiles’ dad getting shot earlyish in canon, he needs pretty extensive surgery, they don’t know if he’s going to live and Stiles is sitting there alone, shaking apart in the waiting room.

Derek sits down next to him without a word, listens in to the surgery, and calmly tells Stiles exactly what’s going on. He tells Stiles exactly what the doctors are saying to eachother, even when it’s looking bad, stops Stiles from pulling his hair out and stays with him for hours through the whole thing. During a pause, Stiles asks why he’s doing this, and Derek tells him I know what it’s like, not being sure if you’ll have any family left. And that’s the moment Stiles starts to see Derek for who he really is.

(Derek gets to tell him that his dad is going to be okay, lets Stiles collapse into him with relief, feels Stiles’ thank you thank you thank you against the skin of his neck. Derek says it’s the doctors you should be thanking, and Stiles is quiet for a moment before he whispers yeah, but thank you for not making me do this alone.)

#sterek #derek hale #sterek fanfiction #sterek prompt #not!fic #h/c #sterek imagine #sterek prompts #sterek angst

[save-the-villainous-cat]

In need of some hurt comfort😭😭.

What about a tired, but stubborn hero and patient, lovely villain that slowly helps them rest? Know it's very cliché I just will always love itt(sorry for bad English)

Have an awesome day!

“Oh God,” the hero whispered. They kneeled on the ground of their kitchenfloor, staring at the white tiles. Their knees hurt, their shins burnt.

All they could do was stare at the broken mug in front of them.

It was getting worse and they could feel it. They were losing their mind, becoming more and more of a restless zombie that wandered around the city.

Now they were seeing shadows, they heard whispers. They forgot things easily and even lashed out more frequently. They could barely tell what kind of person they were anymore.

“Sweetheart…” The villain’s voice was clear and soft. At least the hero still understood that. They turned their head and looked up the villain. “…it’s three in the morning.”

“I…I wanted something. I think I was making coffee…?”

“I think you should be in bed right now,” the villain said. They kept their distance.

“What are you doing here?” the hero asked. Their gaze was glued on the mug again. A birthday gift from their parents.

They were saving people on a daily basis and their parents gave them a mug for their birthday? Weren’t they worth a little more than that? Hadn’t they actually achieved something spectacular in their relatively short life?

“I was actually going to…steal some documents from you. But I heard you and…” They didn’t have to say much more.

In the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the hero just as insignificant as everyone else? But their achievements couldn’t possibly be for nothing.

Or was this a sibling thing? Were their parents trying not to make the hero’s siblings feel left out? But even then, to be fair, the hero had accomplished more, they had been more successful, they had fulfilled their potential.

What more could their parents ask for?

What more could the hero give to them, except for their pure flesh and bone?

“I’m not really sure what you’re doing,” the villain said. “But I’m pretty sure you should be in bed.”

“I wasn’t asking for advice.”

“Consider me concerned.”

“Consider me annoyed.”

“You’re bleeding, do you know that?” the villain asked and when the hero looked down their hands, they could see it too. They had cut themselves on the shards of the mug and the hero had been too concerned with other things to realise it.

When had they become so sloppy?

“Goddammit…” They stood up — making their knees and ankles crack from sitting too long — and cursed quietly as the blood was running down their arms. They went to the sink and turned it on.

“…I’m not really supposed to talk to you when I’m stealing from you but, uh, are you okay?”

“I’m totally fine.” The hero turned off the water but that didn’t really help. The cuts were deep and they needed to stop the bleeding. Lost in their thoughts, they grabbed a dish towel and pressed it against their palms.

Now, the villain took a step forward. Then another. And another.

They grabbed the hero’s hands.

“Sometimes I don’t know what team you’re playing on. That’s a little scary.”

“Excuse me?” the hero asked.

“I can’t always tell if you’re one of the good guys or not,” the villain said. “Just let me be the bad guy to your good guy, okay? That would make it a little easier.”

“Are you asking me to be your nemesis?” the hero asked.

“I guess so. Get some more sleep. Don’t shoot at the good guys. Be a little…nicer?”

“Haven’t I done enough for the city? Haven’t I saved enough people already?” the hero asked. Suddenly, their anger boiled up again but their hands burnt enough to focus on that instead of that giant dark hole in their stomach.

“Isn’t that the thing about heroism? This doesn’t end. And you can’t ask for anything in return.”

“That’s how this works, huh?” The hero’s chuckle was empty. “I thought I’d be feeling more fulfilled.”

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to this but I know from experience that people turn into wild animals when they haven’t had enough sleep or enough food. You’re not thinking clearly.” Their hand landed on the hero’s forearm and slowly, they pulled them towards the bedroom.

“You’re pretty nice for a villain.” The villain took the bandages from the nightstand (the hero usually came in through the window, bandaged their wounds and passed out immediately on bad days) and started wrapping them around the hero’s palms.

“Say that again when I kick your ass on Monday.”

“We have a schedule now? Really?” The hero rolled with their eyes. Somehow, these nasty voices and shadows weren’t as bad as before. They didn’t feel the urge to be violent to get rid of them.

“Yes, I’m your nemesis,” the villain said. “And believe me, I’ll find out what’s going on with you.”

Wasn’t that going to be fun?

#NOT PROOOFFDDREd #americanoooooo don’t you try to catch me #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

[runecatwrites]

To Lean On (3+1)

A Linked Universe Fanfic

Read it here on AO3!

Word count range: 4-5k

Characters: Wind-centric, feat. Four, Legend, Sky, and Time

Summary: Wind is a bit self-conscious about his status as the youngest member of the group. But as time goes on, he learns just how much his new brothers love him and would do anything for him, and he wholeheartedly reciprocates as he settles into his role.

Or, 3 times a member of the Chain were there for Wind and 1 time he stepped up for one of them.

#linked universe #lu wind #lu four #lu legend #lu sky #lu time #fic prompt #h/c #sickfic #brotherly bonding #fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #my writes

[whumpydump]

Come on I want the CARETAKING!! Why show the collapse if you’re not gonna give me Caretaker rushing towards Whumpee in despair?? If you’re gonna leave out their hand grasping the hair in Whumpees neck as they lift their lolling head??? The other hand frantically putting pressure on the wound to their abdomen as they beg Whumpee to wake up

#come on whump the caretaker emotionally #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #caretaker #whump scenario #hurt/comfort #emotional h/c #h/c #collapse #angst #h/c angst

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Part one "You're no fun..." Villain grumbled, slouching with their arms crossed against their broad chest as they watched the TV screen with a subtle frown. They couldn't tell whether to be relieved or distraught, now that their evil deeds were on halt, for the time being. But they were nearly robbed of their rights to coddle their Hero every Friday night, and that was worse than losing to an entire band of heroes. "If you weren't bragging to me about your 'grand scheme' every time you kidnapped me, then you probably would have gotten away with flooding the city. Sometimes I wonder if you make it easy for me on purpose. I'm not THAT short you know." Hero replied with a laugh, kneeling on the living room floor to grab a pile of blankets from their ottoman next to the couch Villain was currently pouting on. "And besides, I'm pretty sure this is a better alternative for this evening, and I know how much you loathe the idea of swimming." Villain let out an audible groan, not wanting to admit that their nefarious plan did go against their entire nature; Villain hated water.

"Whatever, I might as well just live with the fact that my entire year's worth of work has amounted to nothing. Woe is me." The criminal's attempts to guilt trip their rival were fruitless. Or so they thought. "You said six months."

"I lied."

"Sure you did..." They rolled their eyes, acting like they were annoyed when in reality, they were the happiest criminal in the world. They still had something to look forward to every week, now that they had given in to Hero's demands. It was the best decision of Villain's life. "Well, you better make this night last twice as long, if you want to walk away scot-free." Villain warned jokingly, finally finding the humor in their "situation". Hero chuckled to themselves, placing the blankets down on the couch before grabbing one and wrapping it over and around Villain's body. Villain would have pushed them away if they knew better. Hero did the same to themselves, swaddling themselves in the plush fabric of the blanket before plopping down beside their enemy.

The silence that followed was deafening, only for the Villain, who was busy getting in a comfortable position while the Hero was practically using them as a pillow. Their heart skipped a beat when Hero rested their head on their shoulder. As much as they never liked to admit it, they had fallen head over heels for their archnemesis. Hero absent-mindedly shuffled through the TV channels, finally stopping once they found their favorite network. The show that aired every Friday evening was some mediocre and obviously fake paranormal investigation, which both the Hero and the Villain agreed they enjoyed watching. They were an odd couple. After a few minutes of shuffling under the covers, the rivals could finally sit back and relax, letting the heat of the day dissipate from their mind. . . . The hero thought they could relax, but this night felt very different from the rest. On most occasions, it was a tie between both enemies and on some, Hero lost to Villain. But this time, Villain was terribly defeated. "Do you still like me?" The question hit Villain like a brick. They looked at the Hero, who was looking back at them with a troubled glint in their eyes. "...Why do you ask that?" Villain said slowly, feeling their face grow hot at the question. Villain knew Hero was very straightforward with their questions, which is one of the reasons why they were in a relationship in the first place. But one thing Villain never wanted their beloved Hero to ask them was this. Hero fiddled with their fingers, sitting up against the couch cushions as they carefully worded their reply. "Now that I think about it, having a whole six months of work thrown in the trash sounds like something to be very upset about, but at the same time, I'm a hero. It's my job to foil evil schemes and all but..." The hero paused for a brief moment to catch their breath. "I feel like a terrible friend." Villain felt their heartthrob, and not in a positive fashion. The evildoer would have died any moment, this was worse than having a whole decades of work destroyed. They let out a soft sigh, placing their arm around Hero to pull them closer. Villain's gentle gaze met theirs, not faltering for even a second. They were used to comforting Hero now. Villain took Hero by the hand, bringing the other to cup their left cheek. A single tear went down the hero's face, and they quickly wiped it away before Villain could. "I can't think of anything on this Earth that could make me hate you. It doesn't matter what it is, you'll always be my hero." This side of Villain was foreign to everyone but Hero, who was now hugging them as if their life meant it. The villain hugged them back, extending their blanket outward so the hero could join them in their little cocoon. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, basking in the warmth of one another, as all enemies should. "I love you." Hero murmured, graciously planting a kiss on the Villain's cheek. They blushed madly, looking down at the hero in awe. "I love you too." Villain couldn't have this night any other way.

#i might kill one of them later #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #hero and villain #heroxvillain prompt #fluff #h/c #hero x villain fluff #hero x villain h/c #Mmmm we love enemies cuddling each other #say “Thanks for the grub rose” /j #this might have a few typos T_T #I kinda rushed this sorry