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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year

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Maybe They Fell In Love

"They are dead villain," Civilian urged, "You don't have to worry about it,"

"It doesn't make any sense, though," villain pondered out loud as they walked in restless circles around their coffee table, "Hero is too good to just 'go missing' and there's been nothing but radio silence about them in the criminal world,"

"The agency declared them dead," civilian argued. The announcement had been made over a week ago, and their lover had done nothing but stress about it since.

"Yeah, that means nothing," villain replied, "They are a bunch of liars to begin with, and they don't even have a body for a public funeral,"

"Okay, let's say they did lie. What if hero just quit?" Their lover tried, but the criminal was already shaking their head.

"No, that makes even less sense. Hero didn't have any reason to quit"

"How do you know?" Civilian piped up, "Maybe something happened-"

"They were a HERO!" Villain stressed, "What POSSIBLE reason could they have to quit being a hero?!"

Civilian looked down, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, "Maybe they fell in love..."

The criminal stopped pacing, turning to face their lover, "excuse me?"

"Maybe..." Civilian started slowly, as if testing the waters, "Maybe they were raised to believe everything was black and white... that villains were just heartless monsters that deserved to be thrown in prison. Maybe they met someone while working undercover who started to... challenge that belief...maybe..." they swallowed nervously, "maybe they started to develop feelings as time went on. Maybe they eventually realized that they were happier with a villain than they ever were at the academy. Maybe they couldn't bare the thought of fighting with the one they loved... so..."

Finally, they dared to glance up, meeting villain's wide, shocked eyes with their guilty ones, "so... I quit..."

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amethystpath-writes · 16 days

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To Traitors

NOT A PR0MPT

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"The general wants to send me to your homeland."

"For war?"

Villain hummed. "We knew it was coming."

"Of course." Hero shook her head and pushed a shirt further into the bucket of water. She bent it and twisted it and shoved it again. "How did she react when you told her 'no'?"

That was the thing; Villain didn't deny the general. No one denied the general.

Hero picked up on the silence. She always did. “Where does that leave us?”

A choice.

War?

Or her?

“You know this decision is not mine.”

"Sure, it is. I always wanted to travel- try camping."

Camping. Hero knew rejecting orders would be considered traitorous. She would rather be homeless and shunned than to standby while her homeland was being attacked.

"Hero..."

"Is that something you are not willing to do?" Her movements became rushed, like she was trying to maintain a calm, but the only way to do so was to move along with the emotions. She grabbed a shirt, dunked it, rung it, tossed it. Grab, dunk, ring. Grab, dunk, ring. They weren't even becoming clean, and the water needed changed. "My family is there. Where are they meant to go?"

"Even if I did tell the general no, I cannot stop an entire army from marching. The war will happen with or without me."

A sigh veiled the tension in the room. Villain's weight creaked beneath him as he stepped towards his lover. He took a linen shirt, wet and soaked, from her hands, and dropped it in the brown water. He found her hands next, then tugged her up slightly. She took the cue and stood, let herself be held.

"I love you," Villain said.

Hero didn't like crying. This is why Villain began rubbing her back as he pulled her into an embrace. She buried her face into his chest and sniffed once, twice...wiped a face full of tears, sniffed again...stopped, then began sobbing. No amount of squeezing could console the thought of her family being innocently slaughtered.

"You would hide them, wouldn't you? If you found them, you would save them?"

His grip loosened. He whispered, “Of course I would.” Did Hero know it might have been a lie? Even Villain wasn't sure what he would do when the time came that he marched onto her homeland.

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Then I'm leaving now." She attempted to pull away from Villain's chest, but he held her firmly. Her muscles tensed beneath him, but Villain knew she knew better than to try again.

"Hero, be level-headed.

"I want to warn them," she whispered, so quietly that Villain only knew what she said because of how well he knew her. He knew her every thought before she even had it herself. It wasn't magic; just love.

"And you think you will outrun an entire army overnight?"

"I know I won't!" her tone had changed, and this time when she pulled away, she didn't stop until Villain let her go. "But who am I to not try at all? Who would I be, Villain?" Her face was red and swollen, glistening with sad, then angry tears.

For a moment, she stopped. She took a breath. then swallowed as if she needed to stop herself from asking what obviously came to her mind. Alas, she said it. "How long have you known?" Her voice cracked, and Villain could see she already knew the answer: longer than he should have known before telling her.

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask for an apology." Her eyes refused to meet his. Villain was almost glad for it. He couldn't bear her anger, not when it was directed at him. "I asked how long you have known."

"Hero..."

"Clean your own damn clothes. I'll pay the Baker family back when I return."

"Pay them back? For w-" No. "You're not taking their horse." Hero was already scrounging around, first grabbing a raggedy sack, then stuffing one random item after another in. "Hero, stop. Hero-" She was going to take the neighbor's horse just to get caught up in the war herself. "Stop!"

She fell to her knees in the next moment. Broke down as if his voice took out the last support beam keeping the house together. hero cried, screamed, and wailed. "No. No. No. No. No," she repeated, and her voice broke time and time again as she screamed.

Tears sprung into Villain's eyes. What did he do?

"I'll send a bird. It will arrive before our army does, and when they receive it, they will know to leave."

Hero's head lifted, and her puffy eyes finally met Villain's glistening ones. "I will prepare beds. We have pelts; I can throw something together, and my brother can take-"

One blow after another, each and every passing moment. Just when Villain thought all might be well, the both of them realized there was no saving anyone. The war was an ambush, and Hero's brother would be expected to take a stand, to protect his own homeland.

"I won't-" Villain swallowed. "I won't harm your family. I will send the bird, and I will pray with every moment of travel that they receive it and leave. I will not draw my sword until I find their home empty, until I am sure they have left."

"You would be a traitor to your own kingdom."

"Better it this kingdom than you."

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elpisays · 2 years

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Hero could hear their heart thumping in their chest.

"Don't get closer, Villain."

They managed to balance on one leg for a few minutes already. Surely they could keep up the appearance for a second more.

“You're scared I will see you blush?”

Hero couldn’t play this game. Not now. "Why are you even here?”

"You keep putting yourself in these situations." Villain studied them. "I think you're in trouble, come to help, and you just act like you fancy to sip tea in the middle of the night among ten unconscious criminals."

Where was their Oscar for performance of the year?

Villain made the first step anyway. Hero's natural reaction was to back up, their hand blindly finding the wall to support themselves. Only-

"You are limping."

"I put down ten criminals. You said so yourself.”

“Congratulations,” the Villain snapped. “Again you risked your life to do something good. God, Hero. Are you suicidal?”

The hero responded with a furious gaze. “Get out.”

“With pleasure. You’re coming with me.”

“What are you- don’t touch me!”

Hero’s protests did no good as Villain shoved them out of the room and into the parking lot. They put up a fight until Villain violently pressed them to the wall. They groaned out in pain. His warm breath tingled Hero’s ear.

“It’s going to go my way whether you want it or not. You’re exhausting yourself. I only want to patch you up. Or do you have somewhere else to go?”

They stopped wrestling then, partially because Villain was right and partially because there was fatigue in his voice that Hero never heard before.

They got into the passenger seat, trying their best to hide the pain of a bleeding leg. The Villain started the car.

Well, that’s awkward.

You’re willingly getting kidnapped, dumbass. Of course it’s awkward.

The Hero cleared their throat.

“Fancy car.”

“Thanks,” the Villain answered bitterly.

Half an hour later, Villain still looked on edge but the question was burning their tongue.

“Can I ask you something?”

Villain didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead.

“Why are you doing this? For me?”

Villain hit the brakes, tires squealing. He hid his head in his hands.

“Who gave you the tip, Hero?”

They fell silent.

“Exactly. No one. You were ready to go in with no backup, to…to…,”

Hero’s heart dropped.

“I think you are safer with me,” he muttered, “then you are with yourself.”

“Can you just drive, please?”

Their voice was shaking. Villain glanced at them, opened his mouth, then shut it.

They drove for hours in that full-moon night.

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tragic-feline · 1 year

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Prompt 4

Cw: Hero takes pain meds that are pills, and there's a very brief mention of blood. Also there is violence.

Also, quick note: I wrote this in mere minutes and I'm posting it after skimming over it briefly. I am very sleepy. I'll just edit anything that needs to be edited later on I guess. But not now. it's like raw meat.

It was the middle of an intense battle with the villain, and hero was getting beaten badly. The hero had just been kicked in the face by the villain yet again, when suddenly from behind they heard a familiar voice shouting out.

"Come on [hero] you've got this!" Their new sidekick beamed, pumping their fists in the air with excitement. Sidekick was definitely late, that was for certain. However their sudden appearance spooked the villain.

"Who's kid is that?!" The villain shouted, staring at the sidekick with wide eyes. Sidekick offered a warm smile in return. The villain gripped hero's shirt with both hands, digging into the fabric. Hero was grinning, and their nose had started to bleed.

"I didn't make the kid, but it's definitely mine." The hero chuckled, causing the villain to jolt their head towards the hero. The villain studied the hero's face and then glanced back at the kid.

"Why is your kid here?! Why would you bring a kid to a rooftop fight?" The villain questioned, releasing their grip on the hero's shirt. The hero stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. They had a puzzled expression painted across their face.

"The kid was bored and I thought they could help out." Hero stated, as if it was an obvious answer. In a bit of a delayed reaction, sidekick quickly rushed to their caregiver's side and pulled out a small first aid kit.

"I'm very helpful." Sidekick nodded in agreement. The child pulled out a small box of pain medication and a water bottle. The villain was too shocked to do anything. The villain had never really given the personal lives of their enemies much thought before.

Sidekick handed hero a small pill and unscrewed the lid on the water bottle. The hero smiled lovingly at their kid, before quickly swallowing the pill. "Thank you, I appreciate you." Hero whispered with care. Their demeanor towards the child was a harsh contrast to how they were around the villain.

The villain didn't know how to respond to this. It was such an odd sight, perhaps this was some sort of weird dream? Well, whatever it was.. they weren't interested in upsetting this child. "Fine. You win. I don't want to beat you up in front of a kid." The villain grumbled, staring down at the hero. Their gaze was bitter.

Hero shot the villain a smug smile before getting up with the assistance of their sidekick.

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 1 year

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Tall cocky villain teasing short hero 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Anon! This sounds fun! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

“How’s the weather down there?”

Hero bristled and turned. Villain strode over to them, an entire six feet and three inches tall. Hero, meanwhile, glared up at them, only five feet and two inches tall. Much shorter than Villain, and right now, much more annoyed.

“What do you want?” Hero bit out.

Villain continued to advance until they and Hero were mere inches apart. They looked down at them with a smug grin on their face.

“I was just wondering, when you make your breakfast in the morning, do you have to get a stepladder to reach the counter, or do you just jump as high as you can and hope for the best?”

“What?”

Villain chuckled and rested their arm on Hero’s head.

“Also, are you sure you’re cut out for this whole hero thing? I heard the garden gnomes are accepting applications, and- gah!”

Hero had charged up ice crystals and punched Villain right in the gut.

“Heh, I guess you’ve got a short fuse, much like the rest of you,” Villain said with a wince.

Hero summoned more ice crystals into their hands.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t turn you into a popsicle,” Hero growled.

Villain grinned and formed two flames in their hands.

“So you can feed me to the other kids?” they asked innocently.

Hero lunged, hurling two ice beams at Villain. Villain released a flame in a wide arc to shield themselves, then aimed a fist toward Hero’s jaw. Hero countered the punch and sent icy throwing stars toward Villain. Villain was pinned to the rooftop wall. Before Hero could strike, Villain melted the ice with their power and jumped to the rooftop ledge.

“As fun as this has been,” Villain said, “Henchman has been raiding Museum, and I’m supposed to meet up with them. Until next time, Hero.”

Villain gracefully leapt off the rooftop ledge and down to a fire escape, creating a wall of flames behind them, leaving Hero to fume by themselves.

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Also, thank you to @thelocalnemesis and @larinzz and @onlywhump for giving me ideas on how Villain could tease Hero!

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sammysorrowful · 1 year

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Words are Hell, But Less With You - Hero x Villain Snippet

The stoic Hero and the witty, suave Villain have been more personal. Hero wants something not even they understand from Villain. But Hero isn’t good with words.

“Why is it always the filthy alleyways?” Hero muttered as they were pushed against the wall by Villain. Villain invaded Hero’s precious personal space, though not to the complaint of Hero. “‘Cause, shady alleyways in the middle of nowhere is always a good place for some stuff to go down, no?” Villain replied with a wink.

“I suppose, however, you have to understand how filthy this place is.” Hero continued as Villain smiled devilishly. The kind of look only they could pull off. Villain laughed, just a bit. “What? Would you rather out in the open?” Villain joked, laughing further. “I know you would hate that.” They added. They leaned forward once more, going back into Hero’s space. Hero could feel Villains breath on their neck. Something in Hero spoke. Villain and Hero had done this countless times. And Hero never regretted a single time. However, something spoke. Hero wanted more. It felt greedy of them to say, but they wanted more of…something to do with Villain, but in a very specific way that they didn’t know how to say. Hero didn’t know how to say a lot of things. But Villain always did find a way to understand.

“Villain…” Hero said their name, the name itself drenched in a kind of sweetness that Villain loved. “Yes, dearest?” Villain replied. Hero couldn’t find the words. Villain stopped and they leaned back to where they and Hero locked eyes. “Dearest?” Villain added, just making sure. The words got caught in Hero’s throat. Villain figured that them being in Hero’s space wouldn’t help them speak. So Villain leaned back out and out of Hero’s space, giving them room to figure their thoughts out. “I…” Hero couldn’t find their words. “Desire something…From you.” They specified. Villain slightly giggled at that. Hero always loved that. Villain never did make Hero feel like a burden, and yet Hero was never quite sure of how they managed to do it. “Whatever it is, just say the words, dearest. I'll find a way to put them together." Villain said, flashing Hero a wink and finger-guns. Hero rolled their eyes at that. “You are so unbelievably corny.” Hero stated. Villain giggled again. “That’s my job, isn’t it?” Villain replied with their usual smile. Hero evaded their eyes. Villain’s expression didn’t sour. “I don’t mean to make this a police interrogation, so how about a game?” Villain suggested. “To try and help ya figure what ya want out.” Villain continued and slightly leaned back against the opposite wall of the alleyway. “What kind of game?” Hero replied. “It’s an easy one. It’ll help ya narrow stuff down, I think. All you have to do is say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ No need for explanation. Okay?” Villain explained. Hero vaguely nodded. Villain smiled.

“Is what you want from me an item or something like that?” Villain began. Hero paused, and thought. No. But it was certainly something to do with Villain. “Not quite.” Hero answered, looking up at Villain. “Is it something emotionally represented physically?” “You’re certainly utilizing your vocabulary today.” Hero muttered. “I try.” Villain said somewhat sarcastically. Hero smiled. “It’s…both emotional and physical, I can feel it.” Hero stated whole-heartedly. Villain nodded. “Is it old or new?” Villain asked. Villain seemed to be enjoying themselves in this little game.

“It’s new, I know that. However, it feels like it is centuries old, like it has been sleeping within me for as long as I’ve lived.” Hero answered. “Poetic, as usual.” Villain commented. They slightly leaned forward again, getting invested. “Are you ashamed at all? Of whatever it is you want?” Villain asked. They looked over at the Hero, who contemplated. They quickly came to an answer. “Not at all.” Hero said. They couldn’t care less what people thought about them and Villain.

“Mhhmm, well, Hero, do you want what you think you can’t have? You heroes tend to do that, from what I’ve heard.” Villain suggested. Hero paused once more, but not hesitated. “I never thought I couldn’t have them.” Hero answered. “Them?” Villain repeated, just a bit confused. Hero froze for a moment, as if someone had hit pause on them. And the realization hit them like a bus. The ‘material’ was not an item at all. But rather…the physical comfort that Villain loved to exhibit so often. The emotional coordination being their absolute care for Villain. It made sense, then.

“I want you. To be with you. Not just with you but by you at all. In a way not like this. But in a way…a way where we…are...together.” It didn’t make much sense, but they were finding the words. The words were natural. A kind of natural Hero never knew. The words were still clunky, but Hero knew how hard they stumbled over the words, they’d find them.

Hero knew they could be there all day, and Villain would listen to every word.

#this has been in the drafts for months #i think from all the way back in January or December #i was too embarrassed to post lol #hero x villain community #hero x villain #villain x hero #villain x hero snippet #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain fluff #hero x villain drabble #sammy's blood

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lesbianwriter · 2 years

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Could you continue Siren Song please? Its so good and im excited to know what happens next!

Siren Song Part 3

Part One | Part Two

Tricking Hero into getting drunk did not work. She had expertly resisted the temptations of the finest wine in the lands, and was smart enough to know it’s power. What would work? How could she get Hero into the water?

Villain stared at the clementine.

It kept floating up and down in the water, hitting her ceiling then bouncing back down. It was a clementine…but what exactly was a clementine? She swam upwards and grabbed it in her hands, poking at the peel. How did she get to the edible part? The orange color she saw in the outside didn’t look like the slices Hero had shown her.

She poked at the green thing at the top. And what was that?

It didn’t matter. Not truly. What mattered was figuring out how to drown Hero and prove herself a good siren!

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Hero couldn’t sleep. The ship rocked on the waves below and swayed her hammock, but she still couldn’t sleep when it was normally so soothing. Thoughts of Supervillain were plaguing her when normally she could sleep them off.

After the coronation of the new king, the royal guards had been cracking down on laws. Four members of the crew were caught and publicly flogged before being dragged in shackles to jail. Hero wasn’t certain if she’d live long enough to bring her goal to fruition.

Revenge was the one thing that pushed her to join the crew. She couldn’t build herself up from nothing. There was always a starting point, and this was her’s, she simply needed to advance before it was too late.

She had to see Supervillain destroyed.

A large wave smacked against the window. It happened again. And again. Turning around on her hammock, Hero, suspecting who it was, looked out the window and at the frothing waves. A head popped up from the waves. One with a familiar pout. Hero smiled despite herself and swung her legs off the hammock.

She snuck up to the deck, quietly passing all the creaky boards on the way up, and looked over at Villain. “You’re later than usual.”

“I’ve been thinking—“ Villain began.

“Really? That’s new.” Hero interjected. Villain glared and swam closer to where her prey stood. Hero eyed the bump by where Villain’s hip would be—if she had legs—and raised an eyebrow. She knew enough about the anatomy of a siren to know that it was similar to a pocket.

“I’ve been thinking for a very long time about how I’m going to drown you. But first...” Villain reached her hand into her pouch of scales and pulled out the clementine, her cheeks warm from shame. “How do I open it?”

“Toss it up. I’ll show you.” Hero responded. Villain held it in her hands and looked at it for a long moment. It was foolish but she didn’t want to part with it. She tossed it up anyways and Hero caught it with a swift grab.

“So what is it?” Villain asked.

“It’s a clementine, I told you.” Hero hummed. She finished peeling and set the peel to the side. Hero took a slice for herself before tossing the unpeeled fruit back into Villain’s cupped hands.

“I know that! What is a clementine?” She took a slice between her fingers, examining it carefully, then put it in her mouth, sweet juice gushing on her tongue. The slice of clementine was chewy. It was very different from her usual food.

“It’s a fruit. Clementines are a type of citrus that grow on trees. Savvy?” Hero used to climb trees. There was a large tree right by her childhood home and she loved to swing on the branches.

Hero gazed down at Villain. She was a beautiful siren. Secretly, she loved watching as Villain’s tail whipped side to side in the water. Her scales were a pale hue that reflected the gold light of the sun during the day and mirrored the moon and stars, shining silver in the night. The urge to jump in the water was nearly smothering. It was a light feeling in her heart, like she was floating, but she took out her dagger and began twirling it in her fingers. Distractions always helped when Villain’s voice lured.

Longingly, Villain gazed up at her perfect kill basked in moonlight. She wanted to feel Hero’s skin. She wished to soak her skin and water and watch the droplets roll off the contours of her body. Hero was the perfect prey, the wisest pirate Villain had ever met, the most elegant, and the hardest to lure. Villain wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to kill somebody so perfect—Friend could—but Villain still had to try.

Hero didn’t belong with those nasty, boorish pirates. How could a beauty so elegant and so knowledgable end up with the likes of those? It was so stupid—Hero was nonpareil—and those brutes took her for granted.

“What are you doing up so late?”

“I can’t sleep.” Hero admitted, searching for the harpoon gun. She knew that look in Villain’s eyes.

The harpoon gun wasn’t where it normally was. Somebody must’ve moved it…Hero sighed. The crew was, as Villain passionately declared, brutes. Fools. Dimwits. Yet Hero couldn’t bring herself to hate them. Not all of them were bad people. Stubborn about ignoring Hero when she told them to ignore the sirens, yes. Did they move Hero’s stuff? There was also that. But they had kind moments. For pirates, they weren’t crueler than they had to be.

“I could help you!~” Villain brightened. The plan connected in her mind like a constellation. Sing a lullaby to Hero, lull her, and then suddenly switch and while Hero was under Villain’s seductive voice, trick her into throwing herself in the water. Yes! It was perfect. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. It would work this time, surely it would!

“You can’t think I’m that stupid.” Hero laughed.

“I just want to help you, Hero. We’re close. Aren’t we?” Villain fluttered her eyelashes.

“If you call attempted murder close.” Hero snorted. Villain was so cute like this. If only she wasn’t murderous and dreaming about dragging Hero to her demise.

She didn’t find the harpoon, but she did find the rope.

Back down in the bunks, Hero tied the rope around her waist and onto the ground. She shifted in her hammock and opened the window. The water peppered her skin in a salty spray. “Villain, are you going to sing me to sleep?”

“You’ll sleep a long time~” Villain promised.

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Hours later, rosy fingered dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and orange and yellow.

Hero was alive, and awake, and Villain was scowling under the ocean at another plan foiled.

@watercolorfreckles (I didn’t know if you still wanted to be tagged but here you go)

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 1 year

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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 14

A/N: OMG I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel😲 Now the longest standing series on my blog, I’m throwing it back to part 4, part 5, and part 6 in the hopes of tying up some loose ends like who the mole is and how Supervillain got them to leak the holiday schedule. You know, the truly important stuff (though at some point I should probably figure out this love triangle thing. Maybe I should make a poll?? You know what yeah: drop a comment about whether you’d like to vote for who Mirth ends up with and I’ll make a poll for it 😊)

Warnings: reference to past violence, reference to past betrayal, reference to past murder and bodily harm, fleeing, reference to past home invasion (well, safe house invasion😉)

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Mirth let her eyes fall shut and her head go limp, leaning against the cool windowpane of the truck’s rear passenger seat as Superhero and Baron discussed which of their potential suspects was actually Supervillain’s mole.

“I’m telling you, it has to be Agent,” Baron was saying insistently, leaning forward over the center console with one hand dangling over the empty passenger seat and the other over the driver seat. “Who else had access—”

“There’s still Civilian to consider, the H.R. assistant, and as much as I hate to say it, the H.R. director herself, Carole.”

“Well if we’re just going to keep throwing names at the wall, we might as well as add Other Agent to the list too.”

“No,” Mirth finally said, peeling herself away from the window and straightening in her seat beside Baron. “They’re too loyal even if they are a little dimwitted.”

Superhero caught her eye in the rear view mirror, their brow arched in question. Before they could say anything, she added, “I do think we need to consider Judge Whitmire or someone in his office though.”

Baron glanced at her. “Why?”

“Because who else knew where the safe house was?”

Silence descended upon the car. Baron slumped back in the seat and finally buckled himself in. Mirth turned her head back toward the window, watching the forest pass by as Superhero sped through the narrow dirt roads and took the already sharp turns a little too vigorously. Her stomach roiled from the suddenness of the car’s movements and sliding around the backseat with every high speed turn they took. Acid simmered in her gut from both the jerky ride and the fresh memory of Supervillain’s attack on the safe house.

Taking a long breath in through her nose, Mirth tried to focus on anything other than the snap of bones in her ears as she’d slammed henchmen into trees or threw her fist at their faces.

None of it made any sense. How would Civilian or Carole know where they were serving Baron’s house arrest at? But how would anyone in Judge Whitmire’s office know which heroes were scheduled to work during this past holiday season?

Unless…

“What if we’re all right but also wrong?” she started, forcing her eyes to focus on first Superhero’s reflection in the rear view mirror and then Baron beside her. “What if there’re two moles?”

Superhero slammed on the brakes, bringing the truck to a careening stop that had Mirth nearly emptying the contents of her stomach as she flew forward and nearly slammed into the back of their seat behind the wheel. Baron cursed, rubbing his head from where he had actually hit the seat in front of him.

“A little warning would’ve—”

“Then the courthouse isn’t safe either,” Superhero said at the same time, interrupting Baron’s snide remark.

“Then where are we supposed to go?” Mirth asked, rubbing her ribs from where the seat belt had pulled a little too taunt in its effort to prevent her from flying forward at Superhero’s sudden braking.

“I know a place,” Baron said quietly. “Just promise me it won’t violate the terms of my Rogue Trial?”

Superhero’s jaw visibly clenched. “Why would we need to promise that?”

“Oh please,” Baron shot back, “would you trust the system if you were in my position?” Superhero didn’t respond, and in their silence, Baron visibly tempered himself, slumping back in his seat and closing his eyed for a moment. “Let me drive, it’ll be easier that way.”

“No.” Superhero didn’t leave any room for argument, but Baron persisted.

“Look, we don’t have time to fight or for me to direct you to my last safe house, so just let me drive before Supervillain catches up to us.”

“And what makes you think they’re even—”

“Because what we just did? It’s a blow to their ego and they’re going to want to prove that they’re still on top of things, so unless you want to help prove that, let me drive.”

Begrudgingly, Superhero reached for the door handle and undid their seat belt. “Fine. But if I even suspect you’re leading us into a trap—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Baron said flippantly, “you’ll kill me.”

Mirth rolled her eyes. At least their pathetic squabbling hadn’t been impacted by Supervillain’s surprise attack on the safe house. And so much for their near deaths bringing them closer together. Resting her head against the window, she let her eyes fall shut again as Superhero sat in the passenger seat and Baron took the wheel.

Hopefully, Baron’s last-resort safe house actually proved to be secure and safe and they could take a breath before tackling just who the mole was—and how many there actually were.

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suiana · 10 months

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yandere hero x gn reader x yandere villain

"I love you."

"More than this country?"

"...I'm sorry."

You had expected this. Really. I mean, it would only be right for one person to die if it meant the lives of everyone else! Thus it would only make sense for a hero to sacrifice that one person, even if it was his lover. He couldn't be selfish, no. He had to place priority on everyone else. After all, that was the way of the hero.

Besides, there was a saying that a hero would sacrifice you for the rest of the world. You should've known better.

Yet you couldn't help but wish he would forget about his title of a hero just for a second.

You know how much being a hero was to him, you really do! Why else would you patiently wait for him to come home everyday to patch up his wounds? Why would you encourage him whenever he felt like a shitty hero? Why would you do what you did if you didn't understand? You loved him wholeheartedly, even if he didn't reciprocate it much.

However, it felt like you had made a mistake by choosing him as your lover. You should've left him when you had the chance. Caring more about the lives of civilians, he had stood you up on multiple occasions just for the sake of justice. You get it, you do! He's a hero, he's meant to help others. You can't be selfish and get mad at him when he's doing his job and not wasting time on a date with you! You tried to be accomodating. Tried to be understanding.

But he was still your lover.

He should've at least tried to make an effort. Not everything was meant to be about saving others when your relationship was on the verge of breaking. Yet you had never once gotten mad at him for his lack of attention and love, for you loved him with all your heart.

You tried to be delusional, that he would at least treasure you enough to not give you away to anyone else. If he didn't spend much time with you, so what? At least he wouldn't give you away! I mean, he did say that he would never allow anyone else to have you. He would at least honour that promise, right?

Wrong. He gave you up only after a minute of pondering. Oh... Your poor heart. Your poor, poor heart... You couldn't fathom what he had did, not in the slightest. Maybe it was a mistake? A slip of his tongue? You looked at him for comfort only to realise that he had meant what he had said. His guilty and crestfallen look was more than enough to tell you he had truly meant it. That he meant to gave you away.

You were absolutely heartbroken, devastated at the revelation. Clawing at his chest, screaming at him to take back his words, yet to no avail as he avoided your gaze. You felt more than betrayed by him.

You tried to understand his thoughts, his point of view. It was a rational decision. The world known villain had just threatened to blow up the country if he didn't hand his lover over. It was the right decision. But you just wished he had done anything to fight against the villain's demand. He was a hero after all and you were a civilian! He was supposed to protect you!

So why did he give you up so easily?

That, you could not understand. So all you could do was beg for him to reconsider. To hear him tell you that it was just a joke and that he would beat up the villain. Just like what he used to do. But nothing came from him. Only the quiet silence of someone who had already made up their mind.

"Well I guess I'll be taking you now darling~"

The villain suddenly chimed in as he tried to pull you away from the hero. His cold fingers gently tracing your bare shoulders sent shivers up your spine. You shook your head, still clinging onto your beloved hero's shirt as you wept and screamed at him to do something.

But nothing came.

"Please-?! Don't give me away! Don't you love me?!"

"I do... I really do love you."

"Then why are you giving me away so easily?! Is... Is this country more important than me?!"

No response.

You wept harder as you hit his chest, screaming at him to try and protect you against the villain who was amused at the sight before him. He retracted his cold hands from your shoulders, instead putting them in his pants pockets as he hummed softly.

"I'm sorry."

Your breath hitched as your lover softly pried your hands off his shirt. His shaky hands gently holding yours as his lower lip trembled. You could only stare in shock and hurt as he slowly handed you over, looking up at the villain in shame.

You wanted to laugh, you really did. But all you could muster was soft weeping as the villain gently cradled you in his embrace. You wanted to push him away, to curse at him and run back to the arms of your lover. But was it all worth it? The hero had already showed no intention of resisting the villain's demand.

You stared up at the villain with teary eyes, flinching at his touch as he stroked your face tenderly. Yet you couldn't help but lean into his oddly comforting touch that soothed you.

"What a shitty lover he is. Hah! Don't worry baby, I'll never do something like that to you~"

He cooed, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. This... You had never seen such a look from the hero. Even when he claimed to love you, that you were the only person in his heart.

Your heart skipped a beat, face turning slightly red as the villain them scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

This was nice... It made you feel wanted, feel loved. Something that the hero you loved could never give you. Maybe you should just give in already. At least you knew he would never give you up.

For there was a saying that a villain would sacrifice the world for you.

part 2

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting #yandere hero #yandere villain

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obsessivevoidkitten · 11 months

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Imagine you’re a super villain. Through rigorous investigation you finally found out the secret civilian identity of your superhero arch nemesis. The one who constantly foiled your plans. You sneak into his house and wait for him to sleep. Once he was out like a light and snoring soundly you loom over him and savor your victory for just a moment. So peaceful. So vulnerable. You move your arm to strike him but he suddenly grabs it, at first you think he was luring you close to counterattack, but you soon realize he was just moving in his sleep. You try to struggle, but his forte is super strength and you are utterly immobilized. After several hours of being tightly held close you finally succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep in his arms. When he wakes up and sees you in his arms he is surprised but overjoyed, he rips that mask off your face and kisses you deeply after admiring what you look like without it on. He always knew the tension between the two of you was love, and finding you here in his arms confirmed everything. You clearly wanted him as much as he wanted you, you had probably been acting out as a villain this whole time just to get his attention. But your super villain past didn’t matter now, what mattered was that you were with him in his house and you were never going to leave.

#yandere scenario #yandere scenarios #yandere imagine #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #male yandere #super hero yandere #super villain reader #male yandere x reader

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epiclamer · 16 days

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Hero shot up, the first thing they knew was that they couldn’t breathe, the second was that it was because they were vomiting. Or, at least, their body was trying to.

They keeled over the side of their bed, clutching their spasming abdomen with one hand while the other held desperately onto the mattress. Their blanket swamped their legs, their shirt was glued to their back with sweat, and their hair was plastered to their burning forehead.

Again, they couldn’t breathe, every muscle in their body squeezed relentlessly as it tried to rid itself of the contents of their stomach. They gagged, shook, and breathed, then the cycle repeated itself. Over and over again, Hero hadn’t even realized it, but they were begging.

Please, please, please, please—

Begging someone or something to save them, to stop this. They convulsed again, eyes rolling back, mouth open, but nothing came of it.

Eventually—after another thirty seconds or so—it stopped. Hero wheezed, their whole body was sickly cold and yet somehow also sweaty, their head was reeling and they couldn’t hold themselves up anymore, they just collapsed.

They had expected to hit the ground head first with a thud, their grip on the mattress was loose and they knew what was in store for them, instead, two arms swooped them up before they could collide, pulling them in close to the stranger’s chest. Hero’s first instinct was to pull away, fight, claw themselves out, but then they recognized this feeling, those arms, and that chest.

“Villain?”

The light on their nightstand flicked to life with a dim yellow glow and with a good twist of their neck Hero could see their nemesis as clear as day.

“Hey, Hero.”

Unwillingly, the hero’s body relaxed, practically melting into the criminal’s arms as they were hauled back up to their bed. Once they could see the villain again, Hero noted the sad smile they were sporting. They looked tired, definitely not as tired as the hero did, but there were bags under their eyes nonetheless.

What time was it anyways? Hero turned to check their alarm clock, it was four in the morning. What the hell was Villain doing in their house?

“Do you know what… that was?”

Hero startled out of their thoughts, eyes meeting the villain’s once more. They nodded, slowly but surely and with some weird ever-growing shame gnawing at their gut. “Nightmare.”

The villain let out a small chuckle, “That is what your nightmares look like?” Their expression however was one of fear.

They nodded, their nightmares had just been getting worse and worse lately there was no use trying to hide it. For whatever reason Hero hoped that being honest would get them some comfort from their lifelong enemy.

A silly thought at best and utterly ridiculous at worst.

Villain pulled the blanket up to Hero’s shoulders, tucking them in carefully. “Are they all like that? Or are some just worse than others?”

“It depends, yeah. This one was one of the more… difficult ones.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” It came out faster than the Hero had expected, almost like the villain had been keeping it on the tip of their tongue this whole time.

The villain’s eyes met the hero’s once more, they locked and finally Hero could see that their nemesis was actually worried. Not scared, or sad, or tired, it was worry. Hero had to fight to keep down whatever emotion bubbled up at the thought of someone actually caring enough to worry about them.

“It’s just violence. Senseless killing, or running from being killed, or chasing after someone to kill.” Their cheeks burnt up in shame, they were a hero, they weren’t supposed to have dreams like these.

They must’ve been deranged, it was the only plausible answer. Heroes were peace-keepers, not killers, clearly, their subconscious hadn’t gotten the memo.

“I’m sorry.”

Hero’s thoughts skidded to a halt. What.

“I’m sorry.” The villain repeated, placing both of their hands against the blanket as if they could read the hero’s mind. “That sounds terrible. I-I can’t imagine what it feels like…” They trailed off, somewhat lost in thought.

Hero’s stomach clenched again, this time out of pure nerves. The worst part of this was that the villain seemed so genuine; Hero was smart enough to know they didn’t deserve that.

“You should really be apologizing for breaking into my house—” They chuckled and even though it was a last-ditch attempt to lighten to mood it seemed to have worked.

Villain scrunched their nose in response, shooting a glance over their shoulder at the pile of notes they had been filing through just a moment ago. Suddenly coming back to the current situation and the realization of what they were doing—caressing their nemesis in bed.

They stepped back and Hero shot up, reaching for the villain before they could stop and think. Tears welled up in their eyes, their breath quickened, the horrible thought of being alone again to manage their own dreams struck them like a blow to the head.

“Wait, wait, wait, please— please stay, Villain please don’t leave me—” They were blubbering, they could feel it, but it didn’t matter; they were desperate. “Please, just stay for one night, please…”

Villain only thought about it for a second, they didn’t need any more time to decide to crawl under the duvet.

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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year

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Skimming off the top

"Relax, I'm not about to chop your head off," the villain mused, rounding their desk to instead lean back against it. They eyed the henchmen in the chair before them, "But I know you've been skimming money off the top. Don't dig yourself a deeper hole by denying it. Just tell me why,"

Despite the villain's calm demeanour and even reassurance, henchman was undoubtedly shaking. He knew this had been a bad idea. He was about to pay for it.

"I... I needed the money-"

"For *what*?" The villain pressed.

"My... my wife she-"

"Diana? Is she alright?"

Henchman was shocked his boss even remembered her name, but he forced himself to press on, "no, or- yes- well, kind of? She uh, she's pregnant,"

"That's amazing news," the villain replied. They sounded genuinely happy, "Are you worried about not having enough to properly start a family? You could have spoken to me about a raise,"

"No no! It's, well, there have been some complications in her pregnancy. The pressure ruptured her appendix-"

"My god, is she okay!?" Villain gasped in horror.

"Yes! Yes she and the baby are fine, but the surgery was expensive so I'd been skimming to try and pay it off,"

Villain sighed, "why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" They asked. They seemed genuinely confused.

"I- what?" Henchman stammered.

The villain rounded the desk again, sitting back down on their chair, "how much more do you need to pay it off? My calculations tell me you've skimmed about $2000 already, correct?"

"I- yes, sir. I still need $6000," he replied. What was happening here?

Suddenly villain pulled out a chequebook, "Don't get me wrong, you're still in trouble for skimming behind my back. I'm no tyrant, if you need money desperately like this, just come to me next time. We are grown-ups; we can work something out. For now, we can take it off your paychecks until it's been repaid, once this has been settled," villain explained, before standing back up and handing over a check signed for $6000. "Let me know if you need any more, okay?"

Henchman was stunned, "I- I- yes- yes sir- I- thank you-"

"You're welcome," the villain nodded, "That being said. I don't want to see you skimming again. Got it?"

"Absolutely sir, it will never happen again,"

"Good," Villain nodded, sitting back down into their large office chair, "now go home,"

The henchman's eyes widened, "but I thought I wasn't getting fired!"

"You're not," villain smiled, "but your pregnant wife just had surgery. You're on mandatory leave until her doctor clears her health, got it?"

The worker's eyes widened even more, "I- yes, yes sir. Thank you so much,"

The villain nodded, looking down at their desk again, scribbling something else on a different paper. After a moment, they glanced up to see the henchman hadn't moved. They raised an eyebrow as if to say "why are you still here?"

It was because the worker felt like he couldn't leave. He had expected such punishment, but this was...

He forced his legs to stand and walked out, heading straight home. His wife would be thrilled.

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amethystpath-writes · 4 months

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Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, the power-dampeners fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I understand if you don’t wanna write this tho!!!

A/N...You know how I made that post like a month ago? About followers and how much they mean to me? And about how I recognize some of them as being frequents or long-time followers? I recognize you. I remember you. And I appreciate you.

As a secondary note, the cutoff is spicy, but it’s PG. Unless we’re looking for non-PG. Lord knows I’ve written terrible things here.

NOT A PR0MPT

******

It was the greatest pain he’d felt. Guard looked up at him with such fear that Villain felt himself quaking in his own shoes.

Empathy. What a horrible emotion.

He could have been like the others, tearing at the walls, ripping the floor up, cutting people down. But Guard…

Guard, who had brought him, not only his food, but dessert hidden in a folded napkin.

Guard, who had changed the bulb when it burnt out though no other guard would. And not just any bulb. Guard knew how Villain hated those damn LEDs.

‘I could never sleep like that. Why should you?’

Guard, who listened.

Guard, who understood.

When Villain looked at Guard, at the fright, the confusion...he couldn't be like the others, even as some other criminal shoved a broken pipe in his hands. Distantly, he saw the criminal nodding at guard, and heard them mumble, "For that one."

That one.

That one had a name. That one was kind and- and considerate, and everything these escapees were not. He was thoughtful, and he was everything Villain didn't deserve.

A monster. I'm a monster.

As Guard's eyes quickly shifted between the pipe in Villain's hands and his eyes, Villain felt a pang of both sadness and anger. The sadness struck his heart, something so deeply buried beneath his powers, he forgot it even existed. His anger, however, centered in his hands, hot against the broken pipe. Instinct screamed to join the chaos- the power he possessed, it had to be rid of somehow. It was the reason he was ever locked up.

"I'm not- I wouldn't-"

The pipe clattered against the hard floor. It had no room to echo, the thrill of the room silencing it- thankfully to Villain. It would have drawn attention to him. They would see his empty hands, see the pipe, then see Guard- unharmed. They would kill him, brutally, and then they would kill Villain.

"Where do I go?" Guard's voice was booming despite the noise around. A bang! here, a crash! there. Villain's head was pounding, but he heard Guard's voice like an angel sent from above. A scared angel, a delicate thing, all bright eyes and parted lips.

"Here, and keep your head down." Guard held his hand out, and swiftly, as he took Guard's hand, he also grabbed his sleeve, then tore it without a moment's notice. "You ever do roleplay?" Villain pulled Guard up to his feet.

Guard's eyes widened and he shook his head without a word. Villain didn't quite believe that, but he nodded anyway.

"You and I are going to switch roles right now, okay?"

Predictably, Guard's face went still. Act as a prisoner? Villain was sure he was thinking it. Guard would never so much as think he was above being a prisoner (of course, Guard never deserved to be as such), but it was frightening. Villain knew- or at least hoped- that Guard trusted him not to take advantage of the situation. If he thought differently of Villain, he would have never acted so kind.

"What happens if-"

"Don't worry. Look." Villain gestured with a nod, not only to the chaos down the hallway, but to the other villains. While some were destroying everything in sight, others were taking victims by the arm, by their hair, by anything they could grab onto. It wouldn't be unusual for Villain to walk Guard out of the prison, to take a hostage.

Villain's history, the reason he was imprisoned at all remained a mystery to everyone. Some were very open about their reasons; they relished in being villains. I'll be your bad guy, was the motto they seemed to live by. Villain kept to himself. While some believed it was a weakness, others believed Villain's nonchalant attitude meant he should be avoided.

"If there's police outside?" Guard said under his breath as they began walking.

"Then you'll be safe."

"And you'll be arrested."

"I was in prison before. Why shouldn't I go back?"

Villain was shocked. Guard ripped his arm from his grasp and stopped, dead in the middle of the hall.

"You don't deserve that, and you know it."

He gritted his teeth. No, prison wasn't what he deserved, but-

"What happened to you," Guard began, "is so far from your fault. I'm glad this is happening; I've wanted a revolt like this because it means you'll be free!"

"Keep your voice down; you're drawing attention."

"Then I'll draw attention, Villain!"

Now, his teeth were grinding. "You are going to get yourself killed if they hear you."

"I don't care," Guard argued. "I don't care if I die, or if I'm even tortured. I care about you."

Villain didn't think. His hand felt like an extension of him, one that acted on its own. He was holding onto Guard's collar, his face inches away from the one who had taken such great care of him. A fire was burning his hand. Villain let go, then released a breath. "I'm scared," he admitted. "That's why I haven't broken out."

"Scared? Villain, no one can hurt you out there."

"That," he asserted. "That is exactly why I'm scared. Guard, I can't control myself, and honestly, this?" He tapped his chest, where, under his shirt, there was a rectangle plastered-no burnt- into his skin. "I came here for this. They don't just hand these out on the streets. You have to do something wrong to get one, to have a shot at being normal, to be someone like you."

His hands were burning. Again. He was tired of this rage, that sunken feeling of despair. Red and flame. A gas stove left running overnight. He would blow the house up.

Fire.

Red.

Rage.

Ablaze.

"Villain, no!"

Buzzing.

Villain could hear buzzing. No, that wasn't the word. Something was squealing, high pitch in his ears.

Screaming.

Nagging.

What was that sound?

"Are you okay?" The words were on repeat. Broken record. God, Villain couldn't think. Were these words his own or did they belong to someone else?

“Hey. Hey, listen to me.”

“Burns,” Villain knew this was his voice; he felt it in his chest- a deep groan that, if he were anyone but himself, would have pierced his heart. So much pain. “My hands. My hands burn.”

Fire ran down his cheeks in the shape of tears. What had he done?

What had he done?

“The others-” he started, but Guard- Guard! Without a second’s notice, Villain sat straight up, all signs of pain vacant as he turned. His head, Villain realized, had been in Guard’s lap.

“They’re okay,” Guard said, stiffening now as Villain sat up. “No causalities, but we can’t go back.”

When Villain squinted, Guard explained, “They’re searching for you, as well as all the other prisoners. We’re safe, but we can’t leave. At least, you can’t. Shouldn’t. I would never tell you what to do.”

Of course not. Guard was kind and delicate and- “How did you make it out? I- you were- that should have killed you.”

If there was one thing Villain wasn’t expecting, it was this: “You’re not the only Super I’ve been kind to. One of the others saw what was about to happen. They saved me.”

Guard was nothing if not honest, and though Villain was truly a good person, he wouldn’t know a lie if he’d never told one himself. Right now, Guard was hiding something.

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elpisays · 2 years

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villain x betrayed hero maybe?

“Oh darling, you did not know? [Lover] sold you out.”

The Hero just stared. The Villain had done many monstrous things in the past, but lying was not like him. Their world was spinning, clothes clinging to their body, wound in stomach growing more painful and bloody.

The Hero backed up until their back hit the cold-stone wall.

Three steps were the farthest they could distance themselves from the Villain.

“It’s sweet, really. How you never suspected anything. You’ve always been so loyal.”

“Fuck you.”

It came out weaker than the Hero meant it.

“Later, perhaps.” He smiled and looked around the cell. “I wonder now, what if I left you here alone for some time?”

Their heart dropped. The Villain seemed to notice, his face brightening up at the idea. “A month? That’s not enough, I think. Half a year, what do you think?”

“You don’t have enough patience.”

“Touché.”

The Villain kneeled next to them, watching the paddle of blood grow bigger. “Your loyalty is childish.”

Just when the Hero was going to repeat another Fuck you, the Villain added,

“I could use someone like this.”

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chaotic-orphan · 3 months

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A quick prompt

“Please…” Hero wheezed, clawing their fingernails desperately into the dirt, trying to pull themselves forward, closer to Villain who was so heart wrenchingly close if Hero could just reach them. “Please d-don’t…”

Villain tilted their head at the exhausted Hero with more pity than sympathy, and a little bit of awe at how even when beaten, even when eating dirt, Hero still didn’t know when to quit. Maybe they were born without a survival instinct.

“I told you before Hero,” Villain said.

Hero’s grip in the dirt turned their knuckles white and they cried out a strangled scream of frustration and helplessness as they pulled their limp body towards Villain.

“You can’t save everyone, everywhere, at all times and expect to get away with it.”

“Yes…” Hero panted, dragging themselves an inch closer. “I can. As long as I draw breath, I can save the world.”

“Sweetheart,” Villain cooed, clicking their tongue against the roof of their mouth. “You can’t even save yourself.”

Hero heard, more than saw, Villain push the button on their remote and froze. It was as if the Earth took a sharp inhale of breath — the world turned slower, nature grew quiet, all Hero could hear was the ringing in their ears and the thundering pounding of their heart in their throat — the ground rumbled beneath Hero and they had just enough strength to push their head up to watch as everything they knew turned to ash.

The fire burned hot, as if Hero was in it instead of beside it, looking down at it, and no matter how much they wanted to Hero couldn’t tear their eyes away from the flames or the screams or the smoke or the sirens or the death and destruction they could have prevented if they had just been stronger.

Hero flinched as a hand settled on the nape of their neck, rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “It was a valiant effort Hero, I want you to know that. There is nothing you could have done. Although you did come the closest to beating me. I had to even the playing field a bit, what with your borderline obsessive tenacity.”

Villain’s words sent a shiver up Hero’s spine. “Don’t worry, this is only the beginning. I told you we would change the world, didn’t I?”

They did. That was the first thing Villain ever told Hero. At the time it sounded so attractive, so endearing. It was so easy for Villain to convince Hero to follow Villain after that because they wanted the same things.

Hero just didn’t imagine that in order for the world to change, so many needed to die.

“Come on now, let me get you back to bed. We can start rebuilding tomorrow. That’s when the real work begins.”

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 1 year

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#5 #7 #9 for the ask game, hero x villain, please.

Hi anon! I’d love to! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

From this ask game

“Hero, what’s wrong?” Villain asked, a touch of concern in their voice.

“Nothing,” Hero said through gritted teeth, “I-I’m fine.”

Hero weakly threw a punch, which Villain easily caught. They pulled Hero in close. They put their free hand to Hero’s forehead.

“You have a fever,” Villain said, “why are you out here fighting me?”

“Well, no one else was gonna do it,” Hero answered, “and…”

Hero trailed off, a glassy look in their eyes. Villain’s eyes widened as Hero’s knees buckled. Villain caught Hero before they could hit the ground. Villain looked at Hero. Their eyes were closed, and their breathing was ragged and shallow. They were completely unconscious.

“Hey,” Villain said, shaking them, “Hero, wake up.”

Hero didn’t respond. Villain didn’t think, they just swept Hero up into a bridal carry and started running toward their lair.

…

Villain set Hero down in the med bay bed. They scanned Hero’s body for anything out of the ordinary. That’s when they saw it, a bit of red seeping out of their suit. Villain frantically unzipped Hero’s suit and found the source of the trouble. A poorly bandaged wound in their side, seeping red and green. An infection.

“Oh, Hero,” Villain whispered, “what have you gotten yourself into now?”

Villain worked tirelessly to fix the damage. Removing the old bandages, cleaning the wound, and applying fresh, clean bandages. They hooked Hero up to an IV with antibiotics and pulled the covers of the bed up to Hero’s chin.

…

Hero stirred a few hours later. Villain heard them groan and ran over to their bedside.

“Hey,” they said, “how are you feeling?”

Hero looked up at Villain and frowned.

“Where’m I?” they asked.

“My lair, the med bay,” Villain answered, “you have an infected wound. What happened?”

“Med bay?” Hero asked.

Hero still had that glassy, dazed look in their eyes. At least their breathing was less labored than it had been before. Villain reached down and stroked Hero’s hair. They would get answers when Hero was feeling more lucid.

“Don’t worry about it,” Villain said, “just rest.”

Hero blinked up at Villain, then let their eyes flutter shut. They fell asleep just as quickly as they had woken up. Villain continued to stroke Hero’s hair. They were going to get to the bottom of this, they promised themselves.

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