#sad hero

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3488

“You’re allowed to be weak, you know. You’re allowed to hurt, to cry. To lose, on occasion.”

The hero sniffled. “Only on occasion?”

“Can’t let me win all the time. Who else will keep my ego in check?”

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[patchworkorphan]

The Hero and the Infant: Part Two

Read part one here

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“Villain.”

The hero didn’t shout it. They didn’t need to. Villain would hear them fine even over all the destruction and screaming and emergency services. Hero just stared from the street up at Villain and Villain looked down at Hero. Hero lifted their hand in a wave and then pulled the cigarette from their lips, exhaling a lungful of smoke.

“Hero –” sidekick began but Hero shook their head.

“It’s okay kid. I got it from here,” Hero said still staring at Villain. “So, you gonna invite me up or do I have to climb twelve flights of stairs?”

Villain just stared. Sidekick moved forward, suddenly hesitant in bringing Hero here. Just as they opened their mouth to say it to Hero, Sidekick was wrenched into the sky by an invisible hand and suddenly Hero and the street were below them.

“Fucking shit,” Hero cursed, flicking their cigarette to the ground as they started running to the apartment building to the left of Villain and taking the stairs two at a time.

Villain stared at Sidekick with a probing, scientific kind of curiosity, like they were able to look under Sidekick's skin and unravel all their secrets with enough determination.

“You’re new,” Villain purred. Their voice like liquid silver dancing its way through the sky to Sidekick’s ears sending a shiver down their spine.

“Yeah. I’m Superhero’s sidekick.”

Villain tilted their head to the side and asked, voice deadpan, “do you know the mortality rate of Superhero’s previous sidekicks?”

Sidekick stared Villain in the eye as they said, “I do.”

“And you took the job anyways?”

“I did.”

“Hmm. Not very chatty. You remind me of an old friend of mine.”

“Forgive me, I don't usually chitchat while floating this high in the air."

"Hmm," Villain rumbled, "how about falling?"

For a single terrifying moment, Sidekick felt gravity's effects on them, yanking them back to earth and they gasped, reaching forward and grabbing Villain's leg like their life depended it.

"NO! Nononononononononono, wait! FUCK!" Sidekick cried as their grip on Villain faltered and they slipped. They fell an inch further in the air before they were suspended again, this time with their back to the ground below, staring up at Villain with wide frightened eyes. The only thing keeping them from the hard tarmac below thirteen stories below and being alive.

Villain turned over in the air, rolling onto their stomach and lying like a schoolgirl on their stomach with two hands supporting their head as they grinned down at Sidekick, drinking in their fear.

"You sound just like my favourite hero, Sidekick. I knew letting you fall would loosen your tongue a bit."

Villain was fucking insane, Sidekick realised, their heart still pounding like a rabbits at seeing a hungry dog catch their eye.

"Hero, I’m guessing?" Sidekick said eventually, though their voice still came out higher than it should have.

Villain smiled a fond smile that went to their eyes and lit up their entire face. “Yes. My dear cantankerous hero, so foul-mouthed."

“I met them today," Sidekick said, just trying to keep Villain talking and keep themselves suspended until Hero was able to talk Villain into hopefully letting Sidekick go. Where the fuck were they?

Villain's interest was piqued and they dove slightly towards Sidekick, grabbing Sidekick by the collar of their shirt and sitting on their waist, legs dangling over either side. Somehow, Villain made sure that even flying in the air, Sidekick could still feel the restrictive weight of Villain on top of them.

"And what did you think of them?" Villain asked.

What did Sidekick think of Hero?

"They were... difficult," was the first word that came to mind. Villain grinned and nodded sagely, agreeing with Sidekick as if it was a sacred moment.

“Nothing easy is worth having, Sidekick. Some parting advice.”

“You’re letting me go?”

“Oh yes,” said Villain with a disarming smile. “Quite literally.”

Sidekick didn’t have time to process Villain’s words before Villain shoved Sidekick down below them and wind rushed through their clothes, through their hair, through them as they fell like a comet to earth. This was how they died.

Then their momentum stopped suddenly, and they were swinging into a brick wall, their arm yanked out of its socket and Sidekick cried out in pain. Craning their neck up, they tried glancing up to see Hero above them, leaning half out a broken window, two feet planted on the sill and pulled Sidekick up despite their cries and cursing.

“God, I know. I’m sorry Sidekick. You shouldn’t have been here, god where the fuck is Superhero in all this!” Hero pulled Sidekick in the window and into their chest before stepping back and setting Sidekick down on the window sill.

“Fucking what the fuck?!” Sidekick mewled cradling their arm to their chest.

“I'm sorry, Villain doesn’t usually act like this,” Hero told them.

Sidekick blinked, pain lancing through their shoulder and down into their chest. “What?”

“They don’t usually act this way. First impressions are everything, but I swear there’s good in them.”

Sidekick blinked at Hero, shaking their head. “You’re defending them?!”

“Well, it’s my fault you see. This whole temper tantrum. I haven’t been returning their texts.”

“You haven’t—” Sidekick asked, then blinked and let out an exasperated “what?!”

“Your shoulder—” Hero said. “It’s dislocated.”

“No fucking shit!" Sidekick mewled. "You yanked it out of its socket!”

“Would you rather be a splat on the concrete? Cause I can still push you out the damn window, kid.”

Sidekick walked to the stairwell, fury and pain mixing in their heavy breaths as they braced themselves against the wall. Hero stepped forward a warning on their lips: “kid, I wouldn’t do th—”

It was too late. Sidekick had already thrown themselves against the wall. A resounding pop echoed throughout the stairs, followed by a sharp shriek of pain from Sidekick as they slid down the wall, breathing harshly through gritted teeth.

Hero opened their mouth, but Sidekick just held up a finger from their good arm and wagged it in Hero’s stupid face: “don’t. Say. A thing.”

Sidekick braced themselves against the wall, sliding up it with a groan of pain and rolled their shoulder. Forwards. Backwards. Then they set their furious eyes on Hero and without a word turned and started ascending the stairwell to the roof.

Hero laughed, stunned at the kid’s resilience, and followed them up the stairs. “Do you want some—”

“Just shut the hell up,” Sidekick said, kicking the door to the roof open and looking down pointedly at Hero who was midway through taking a bag of sweets from their pocket. “And go out and do your job.”

“Yes boss,” Hero said with a smile, putting a fizzy lace through their teeth. They emerged onto the roof, arms spread wide and yelled: “Hey! What the fuck are ya doing?” to Villain who was no doubt still floating in the sky, and Sidekick sat down heavy on the steps and took a few deep breaths.

They nearly just died.

Villain almost just killed them.

They would have killed them if not for Hero, and all they wanted to do was cry, but they were too angry.

“Just go out and do your job,” Sidekick chastised themselves, standing and wiping the remnants of tear trails from their cheeks before joining Hero on the roof.

Crying could come later if they lived that long.

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Continued Here

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[chaotic-orphan]

INTOXICATING FEAR — PART IX

Read part one here

Continued from here

TW: overall content warning, very uncomfortable, forced self-harm, self-harm, mentions of self-harm, explicit self harm, gory self harm, blood, cuts, knives, cutting, explicit detail of blood/wounds, gross depictions of blood, torture, threats of violence, hopelessness, sadistic whumper

This one is even a bit squidgy for me at parts so take care of the warnings and of yourselves! Enjoy!

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“Wakey wakey, Hero,” Villain sang. That was their only warning before a slap echoed around the room and Hero’s eyes shot open in shock. Villain was crouching in front of Hero, red lips tilted up into a half smile as Hero jerked forward. They didn’t get very far though.

Hero’s arms were kept restrained awkwardly behind them, bound tightly wrist to wrist. Hero frowned at Villain in question.

“Where’s Superhero?” Hero asked, voice erring on cautious. If Villain had managed to subdue or god forbid kidnap Superhero and use them as their own little puppet toy play thing then there really was no hope for either of them.

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head about Superhero, Hero. They had to nip out on an errand which gives us some much needed alone time,” Villain said, their voice too high and pleased with themselves as they spoke, but their eyes… Hero swallowed the lump in their throat at the pain they promised. “Ah, there you are. There’s my scared, timid little Hero. You forgot yourself before, it’s okay. You can admit it, it’s only the two of us here after all.”

“I didn’t forget myself,” Hero snarled, bearing their teeth at Villain and jerking forward in the chair as far as they were able to. “I am done playing by the rules of your sick twisted games.”

Villain tilted their head to the side, dark eyes drinking in Hero’s threat. “Did seeing Superhero make you brave, Hero?”

“They’re going to see right through you,” Hero sneered, “and when they do I’ll be there. Watching as they beat the—”

Villain jumped at Hero, one hand going to their throat while the other pressed a knife against Hero’s cheek. Villain wrenched Hero’s head up so they were staring directly into Villain’s eyes with that cute little defiant look. Villain revelled at how still Hero went once Villain introduced the knife to their face.

“You won’t be able to watch if I pluck out those pretty little eyes, Hero, would you?” Villain mused. Hero struggled to free their head from Villain’s grip but Villain tightened their hold and pressed the knife in deeper until Hero stopped. “Ah, ah, ah, Hero. Play nice or my hand might just slip.”

“Take my eyes!” Hero spat, their voice taking on a feral growl to it, as they struggled furiously at their restraints. “Take whatever the fuck you want because you will fuck up sooner or later and it’s only a matter of time until Superhero finds out who you really are! So go ahead!”

Hero craned their neck up further, pressing into the knife that Villain held. Daring.

Bold.

Villain pulled away, dropping all contact from Hero. Hero let out a scoff as they dropped their head and rolled their shoulders.

“Yeah, thought so.”

“You know, Hero,” Villain said with a sigh, pressing the tip of the knife against their index finger and twirling it thoughtfully. They turned their back to Hero, walking towards the front door.

“You’re right. I didn’t really think the whole sickness thing through, if Superhero comes back and you’re still as feverish as you were, well,” Villain said inclining their head, with a wan smile: “they’d probably recommend a hospital or a healer… both of which I have no need of.”

Hero remained silent, they just glared at Villain as they continued.

“So, while you were out of it I was trying to think of a way to get Superhero off our backs and I had a little lightbulb moment, Hero,” Villain said, and looked over their shoulder at Hero with a grin, “you wanna know what it was?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me anyway.”

“You’re so un-fun, but I will,” said Villain, turning to face Hero now. “Sometimes stress manifests itself as illness, Hero.”

“Well I am sick of you, so that makes sense,” Hero grumbled and Villain laughed.

“And sometimes, it manifests as mental illness.”

Hero’s brows furrowed in question. Villain smiled. “Don’t you want to have a guess at what I mean by that?”

“Not particularly.”

Villain shrugged. “Good. So we can begin then.”

Hero tensed in the chair as Villain walked purposefully towards them, and then around the chair out of sight. Hero turned their head, but Villain pushed it back so Hero was forced to stare forward.

“Hey! Hey! What’re you—”

“Oh, not so brave now are we?” Villain asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

When the cool metal pressed against Hero’s wrist they jerked forward, trying to get away but Villain said: “stay still,” and the sludge like command melted Hero’s brain until they were forced to remain completely still.

The metal pressed against Hero’s wrist again and to Hero’s surprise, Villain cut them free of the ropes or whatever was tying them to the chair. They still couldn’t move but for some reason being free didn’t exactly make Hero’s heart sing with joy. Something like dread settled at the bottom of their gut instead as Villain walked around the chair again.

“Now, Hero, illness… sickness, physical sickness can be treated by a healer or a doctor but mental illness? Especially from stress, perhaps… oh I don’t know, work related stress of being a Hero, for example. That is treated by time away from the stressors.”

Villain paused just to let their words properly sink into Hero brain. Villain didn’t speak again until Hero’s wide eyes met Villain’s with a panicked kind of hatred.

“No,” Hero said. “No! You can’t—”

“Oh, yes, Hero. Yes I can.”

“Superhero would never… they wouldn’t—“” Hero blubbered before furious eyes met Villain’s dark ones. “They would check on me everyday—”

“Would they? A good soul like Superhero? Or would the guilt of having maybe pushed you too hard, or not seen the signs earlier prevent them from coming regularly?”

“Wait, Villain. You can’t do this!”

“Oh I can,” Villain chuckled.

Hero’s mouth screwed up desperately, their breathing coming out a bit faster than necessary. “But— but, I won’t be as fun if you can’t fuck with me when I’m at the Hero tower, and you won’t learn about anything or be able to take down the Heroes from within, or— or—”

“Oh relax,” Villain said with a wave of their hand. “This isn’t going to be permanent, Hero. Just a long enough break away from the stressful environment of being a Hero. Some good old fashioned R&R with yours truly will set you right.”

Villain bit back a grin when they saw tears gather behind Hero’s eyes as they struggled to try and fight Villain’s compulsion.

“Please, Villain. Please! Anything but that, please. I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want. Please, I’ll stop fighting you. Please just don’t— don’t—” Hero cried, cutting themselves off with a heartfelt sob, sniffing as the tears started falling down their cheeks.

Villain moved closer then, cooing at Hero’s pathetic display of desperation. Villain pressed a cold hand against Hero’s cheek, and brushed the tear streaks away with the coarse pad of their thumb. A sympathetic smile on their stupidly too-red lips.

“It’s okay, Hero. Everything will be fine. Come on, walk with me to the bathroom. The blood will be easier to clean off there.”

To Hero’s horror their body obeyed Villain’s command. Every neuron in Hero’s brain was firing at them to stop, to not go with Villain, to fight, to regain control over their own body but it was all in vain.

Hero stood from the chair and followed Villain across their living room into their bathroom. Villain turned on the light, and turned to grin at Hero, holding out a hand.

“What?!” Hero barked, wiping the angry tears from their eyes.

“Well you have two choices Hero, you either; step into the bath or hold your arms over it,” Villain said, leaning their lower back against the sink and crossing their long legs. “The choice is yours, it doesn’t really affect me.”

“Is it?” Hero asked, coming to stand in front of Villain, their heart thundering against their ears. If they could stall for time and wait for Superhero to come back, they could catch Villain in the act. They’d know that Hero was suffering at the hands of a fucking tyrant.

The corner of Villain’s lips quipped up. “Knock yourself out, Hero. Enjoy the freedom.”

“Except it’s not freedom cause either way you’re going to make me do one of them, aren’t you?”

“Well obviously,” Villain blinked, then smiled wide, “but I can wait if you want. We can wait until your precious Superhero comes back and instead of hurting yourself you can hurt them too. Would you like that, Hero?”

Hero swallowed, eyes narrowing into the points of a sharp dagger. “You said you wouldn’t read my mind anymore. Takes the fun out of it, have you changed your tune?”

Villain rolled their eyes and stood to their full height, stepping forward and knocking Hero back a step with their shoulder. Hero’s eyebrows rose in surprise as they stumbled back, forgetting that Villain was taller than them.

“Honestly Hero, I try,” Villain said with another step. Hero matched it with one backwards, still glaring up at them. “But sometimes it’s so rare that you think anything in that little noodle of yours that the thoughts are too loud for me to ignore.”

Villain pressed a finger into Hero’s forehead and tipped them back another step before Hero batted their hand away.

“Real funny, Villain. Hah-hah!”

“I try,” Villain said, flashing a charming smile. “But you’re right. I have decided. In the bath is better than out.”

Without pausing Villain pressed their palm flat on Hero’s chest, fingers spread and shoved Hero backwards. Hero hadn’t realised how close they were to the bath and with the hard push Hero was forced back, their thigh hitting the edge and they reached out to steady themselves but fell off balance. Villain getting further away as Hero fell, their head smacking off the tiles as they landed awkwardly in the tub.

“Motherfucker!” Hero cried, rubbing their head with a scowl as it pounded from the whack.

Villain shrugged leaning back against the sink again, arms folded across their chest. “I did give you the choice to get in the bath of your own accord. This one’s on you.”

“Maybe I want to lean over it,” Hero grumbled, fumbling to right themselves. When they settled Hero glared up at Villain from the tub. “Well we don’t have all day. Force me to do whatever you want, I don’t care anymore.”

“Hero,” Villain chided. “Don’t have that attitude, come on. Make it fun for me. Struggle a bit.”

“What’s the point? You’ll just use your powers on me and get what you want eventually. Let’s just cut through the bullshit.”

Villain shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Villain leaned off the sink and handed Hero the knife in their hand. “Hero, I want you to take the knife and roll up your sleeves and cut your wrists.”

Hero felt the blood drain from their face.

“What?” Hero whispered as their hand reached for the knife against their own wants. “Wait! Villain, you can’t want to kill me I thought—”

“Oh hush, Hero. Don’t be dramatic. Make the cuts horizontal. Not deep enough to bleed out or need stitches but enough to leave scars.”

Hero was rolling up their sleeves as Villain spoke. “Villain, wait please. Please! Wait! Stop! Why can’t you do this to me? Cut me? Make them believable? Please?! Villain please I don’t want to do this.”

Villain crouched so they were eye level with Hero, looking into Hero’s too bright eyes that were already tearing up at the mere thought of Villain’s command.

“What makes you think I care about what you want, Hero?”

Hero let out a sharp hiss as the blade sliced through their skin. Hero didn’t look down. They didn’t want to see what their body was doing to itself. Instead they stared at Villain as they cut and Villain stared at Hero, never dropping eye contact for a second.

That was until the third cut which hurt like a bitch. Hero sucked in a sharp breath as they banged their leg against the wall of the bath, wrenching their head up to stare at the ceiling and breathing slowly out through their mouth with a pained hum.

“Alright there, Hero?”

“Never bett— AGH! Fuck!”

This time Hero looked and they wished they didn’t. Sticky blood surrounded their wrist, thick and dark and gloopy looking. Hero couldn’t even tell where the cuts were because the blood from the last cut had washed over them all and left streams of blood racing down Hero’s palm. Splashing down onto the white floor of the tub.

Hero was going to be sick, but there was no time as their arm mechanically moved back to slice again. Hero looked up pleadingly into Villain’s dark eyes and found nothing but their own pathetic reflection staring back at them. Hero bit their lip to stop crying out on the last cut before Villain moved.

“Okay, Hero. That arm has enough. Mo—”

“Wait,” Hero croaked, licking their lips. “Waitwaitwaitwait, wait…”

Villain paused, tilting their head, eyebrows arching at interruption. They didn’t punish Hero though, or chastise them so Hero took that as an opportunity to continue.

“The… the blood— my knife will slip. I need to—”

“Okay Hero,” Villain said softly. “We can wait while you fix yourself.”

“Thank you,” Hero breathed, dropping the knife onto the tub floor with a clatter. Hero’s hands were shaking violently as they wiped the blood on their tracksuit bottoms, biting their lip to quiet the pained whimpers.

Villain clicked their tongue and said, “Hero stop. You’ll ruin them. Use the water.”

Hero blinked up owlishly at Villain, eyes glazed over as if the thought of using the bath hadn’t occurred to them. Hero nodded dumbly and reached over to the tab at the end of the bath and turned on the cold tap. The water was freezing. Before Hero could talk themselves out of it they grit their teeth and plunged their arm under the tap.

Hero let out a startled gasp of pain, making their other hand a fist and beating it off the side of the bath because the cuts stung under the icy water. Hero bit their lip and rubbed the sticky coagulated strings of blood from their arm and hand. They did their best to not watch them slither down the drain and instead focused on turning the tap off.

Hero looked down at their arm to see fresh bright red blood surface in their cuts. None of them too deep. Just exactly what Villain wanted.

Hero pushed themselves back to the middle of the bath, their tracksuit bottoms wet as they scooted across. Hero found Villain’s eyes with their own as they wiped the fresh streams of blood on their tracksuit, half to dry their hands, half to fuck with Villain just because.

Hero grabbed the knife and got comfortable, balancing their knees against the inside of the bath, feet planted on the bottom of the tub. They cocked a brow at Villain, as if to say I’m waiting and Villain had to laugh inwardly at the gall.

Villain’s lips quipped up at the simple defiance. “Okay, Hero. Now cut your other arm.”

Villain relished Hero’s shaking hand as they drew the knife over their skin. They wanted to record all of Hero’s micro reactions in their brain just so they can think on it whenever they’re feeling down. It was intoxicating.

To watch Hero’s hand shake, their body fight against Villain’s power and not be able to do a single thing to stop them. They could feel Hero’s mental resistance trying to fight Villain’s compulsion off them as they made the second cut. Villain drank in their expressions, every muted wince that they tried so hard not to show Villain.

It was pure turmoil they put Hero in, and it was addicting to watch. They could watch it all day, and never get bored but that was just with Hero.

Most of their other victims had a weak constitution and gave in a few days into Villain’s mental assault, in hopes that Villain would get bored and let them go, or maybe out of sheer weakness but not Hero. How long had it been now? Weeks? Months? And Hero was still fighting them.

Even if it wasn’t fighting Villain’s powers mentally it was their little looks of defiance, their unwillingness to concede even if it would make life easier on them. No… Hero was a fighter and Villain couldn’t get enough of them.

Their favourite part was coming up now… ah yes. After the third cut, Hero bit their lip to stop the sudden cry. A deeper cut. They brought their head up and stared Villain directly in the eyes, that defiance still evident through their pain filled, glassy eyes on the verge of tears.

It felt like Christmas and Hero was a gift for Villain to toy with, to batter and break and fix and break again, but a toy doesn’t give you that same satisfaction. The euphoria of seeing Hero’s white knuckled grip tight around the handle of the knife as they sliced through their flesh against their will, and tried to hide the pain in their expression. Trying and failing to hide it, but that just made it all the sweeter.

Villain leaned forward. “Two more, Hero. One deep, one shallow.”

“Nn— no,” Hero whispered, their hand shaking harder now. “No…”

“Remember little Hero, what you are. You’re my little puppet. My play thing, you don’t get to say no to me. Now, deep enough to hurt but not deep enough for hospital.”

“Fuck you,” Hero whispered venomously as they sliced through their arm deep. Hero cried out loud this time, craning their neck back to glare at the ceiling and Villain leaned closer. Observing the strain in Hero’s neck, their jaw their voice.

“FUCK! Ughh!” Hero groaned, stamping their foot against the wall of the bath again, trying to exert the pain in their arm and transfer it to the bath.

“Look at it, Hero,” Villain said, and Hero shook their head.

“Go fuck yourself, Villain.”

“Hero. I said, look at the mess you’ve made.”

Hero fought the command like they always did but still their head turned down against their will and their eyes fixed on the massacre of blood on their arm again. Villain watched as Hero visibly paled at the sight with a soft smile.

Hero made another cut while they looked at their arm and then Villain plucked the knife from Hero’s hand. Hero glared up at them. Villain just grinned.

“Clean your arms with the water, then change out of those clothes and put them for the wash. I’ll get the blood out of them, Hero don’t worry.”

“You’re so gracious,” Hero spat. Villain looked over their shoulder at Hero.

“Hero, slap your cuts for me.”

Hero barely registered the command but the sharp sting had them letting out a diminished howl through gritted teeth.

“You fucker!” Hero screamed after Villain, but Villain had already walked out of the bathroom laughing at the good of it. “I hate you!”

“I know, sweet Hero.”

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Continued here

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[automeris-io-moth]

Stupid and Stranger

Much too many people believed Hero to be the least bright of the bunch. 

Tall, strong and stupid, the media described, and even when their pictures flooded the magazines and the cover of reports, they were rarely invited to an interview or allowed to speak with the press. 

They did not have the gift of the word, their manager said, others would elaborate better, explain themselves more effectively and avoid a misunderstanding, they affirmed. Hero said nothing against it, conscious of the clumsiness of their speech, how their words stumbled when they got too excited, and, embarrassed, they stayed quiet. 

And Hero tried, they tried once and again to change such an image of themselves, to strategize, to plan ahead and reduce the damage as much as they could. They tried to sound smart too, but unnecessary words lasted little in their mind, the pompous inflation of the speech felt as such an idle tool to earn respect, and they felt simply ridiculous speaking like that, it fitted others, but not them. 

Perhaps it was that need to know that not everyone thought they were as dense as the media made it seem, the yearn for validation and respect being exactly who they were, and not some elegant made up version they had to force. 

Perhaps such was the reason why they had so eagerly accepted the attention of that stranger at a nightclub. A charming one, certainly, all nice, flirty smiles, and quite a pleasant conversation. An actual, true exchange of opinions, of interests and cheerful chattering, Hero felt embarrassed, not knowing well enough how to handle the true interest of someone in what they had to say, yet, amazed at how easy the conversation flowed. 

When waking up the next day, with a new contact on their phone, and a goodbye written on paper over their kitchen counter, Hero smiled, they felt lighter.  

Videocalls, messages and meetings kept getting more recurrent, Hero spent less time at their agency trying and failing to avoid the cameras, and more at their own place, at coffee shops, cinemas and bookstores, visiting parks and…

‘IS HERO FINALLY LEAVING THE WORK TO THE PROFESSIONALS?’

A picture of themselves stared right back, smiling awkwardly on one of their first dates.

Hero sighed out, leaning back. 

“Everything all right?” 

“It’s nothing, just…” Hero smiled from the couch, “no, I’m fine, tell me, how was your day?” 

Lover plucked the magazine from their hands, taking a few steps away, and read it. 

“Assholes,” they said, skimming over the first pages “this is bullshit, look at this, they’re attributing your last mission success to Other Hero, my guy couldn’t even walk straight that day.” 

Frowning, Lover closed the magazine with disdain, as if the paper was guilty for the words on it written.

“Don’t throw it away, I was reading it.” 

“You were, love, not anymore, it’s not worth your time. Come on, I brought Italian.” 

Lover was truly a blessing.

And, after some months, Hero started to believe what they told. 

They were not careless, unplanning, they were quick, they could take the decisions that needed to be taken when no one else dared to deal with the consequences

They were tall and strong, of course, but they were not stupid, Lover said one night, they were the least injured after a fight, the more conscious about their body, about their movements, they knew how to use what they were taught. 

But overall, Lover promised, they were kind. 

Lover liked kind. 

Hero loved Lover. 

Perhaps that was why their chest physically ached with pain when they stood before the burning remains of their apartment complex. 

Sirens flashed and blinked around them, thick, dark smoke rose with the night smoke. 

Their lover’s eyes shone under the light of the fire. A sad glance was the last they spared before fleeing the other way.

Hero’s mind went everywhere for a moment, nowhere then, more a longer time. 

The flash of a camera pulled them out of their thoughts. 

Maybe they were right, they were stupid.

***

‘I’m sorry love, I was getting too close.’

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[the-broken-pen]

How about a hero who accidentally kills a cat and feels bad about it so they bury it but villain finds them? Love your writing!

The hero was thoroughly, miserably, soaked and shivering on the ground. Dirt coated their palms, under their fingernails and on their knees.

They dragged a hand down their face. Fought off a wretched sob.

Their fingers shook as they set the flower down on the tiny mound.

Behind them, the sirens on an ambulance cut off, plunging them into silence. If they thought about it, they could feel the blood seeping from their side. They could hear the sound of rubble shattering to the ground echo in their ears.

And the screaming.

They could hear that, too.

They didn’t think about it.

A sob worked it’s way out of their chest, painful in their throat as they tried to swallow it.

“I’m sorry,” they choked. Their voice cracked. “It was—an accident, and I know that doesn’t…”

They had to bite their lip to stop another sob.

“Praying?” the villain questioned from behind, voice gentle.

The hero shrugged one bruised shoulder.

“No.”

The villain stepped around, facing them. Their eyes dropped to the flower, the fresh dug dirt on the hero’s hands. The grave.

Their expression softened.

“Ah.”

“You can leave now.”

“Praying for forgiveness, or praying for salvation.”

“I said you can leave now,” the hero snapped. They swiped away an angry tear, dirt smearing on their cheek.

The villain didn’t move.

“Why are you still here?” They bared their teeth in something they hoped was enough of a message to get the villain to leave. They had a feeling it was something pathetic, instead.

“You were crying,” the villain said it like it was an answer.

If the hero thought about it too hard, it was.

They didn’t think about it.

“Burst water line,” they gestured haphazardly to the demolition behind them, the half-flooded street. “No tears, no praying, and certainly no need for you—”

The villain’s expression shifted. “I told you that you needed to microdose your power.”

The hero froze.

“Shut up,” they hissed. “Shut up—“

“You wanted to quit, and I respected that. You have enough scars for a lifetime, we both do. But I warned you. I told you that if you didn’t use your power, it would use you, and it would be an ugly, violent thing.”

The hero shook their head mutely, words stuck under their tongue.

“And you thought you knew better,” the villain continued like it wasn’t breaking the hero’s heart. “You thought you could go through life and keep it bottled inside you and ignore the pressure.”

Their gaze flicked to the wreckage the hero knew lay behind them.

“Did you know better, hero?” Their voice was soft and dangerous. “Did you?”

“I said I was sorry!” It clawed its way out of the hero, and it wasn’t a scream, but it was close. “Okay? I know I messed up. You don’t need to taunt me with it, I already—“

The hero’s gaze settled onto the grave once more.

“I already regret it,” they whispered. “You can’t make me any more sorry than I already am.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

“Then you’re failing spectacularly,” the hero snorted derisively.

The villain’s jaw ground.

“I’m trying to make you understand that this would have happened regardless of what you did. And that it’s not your fault.”

The hero blinked.

“You just said that I—“

“I said you thought you could fight your power and win. And you were,” the villain conceded. “You might have made it another month. Maybe two.”

The hero had never seen the villain so angry. “But then someone shot you, off duty and in civilian clothes,” they seethed. “The fallout is on them, not you.”

“I killed a cat,” the hero managed roughly. They blinked back tears.

The villain shook their head.

“You were off-duty. A civilian.”

“I could never be just a civilian, you know that.”

“Just because you were the bullet does not mean you were the one who pulled the trigger.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“I am,” the villain corrected. “But you’re grieving, and bleeding, and suffering from a massive energy drop, so you can’t see it yet.”

The hero let the villain pull them to their feet, dirt smearing between their two hands.

“You want forgiveness?” The villain ducked their head to meet the hero’s eyes. “I forgive you.”

The hero forgot how to breathe.

“You can’t just do that.”

“I can do whatever I want. And what I want is for you to stop crying.”

The hero snorted again, but it was lighter this time.

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re a civilian.”

The hero shook their legs out. When they went to turn back to the grave, the villain caught their chin, turning them away with soft fingers.

“I forgive you,” they said solemnly, as if they had never said anything so important. “They do, too.” They inclined their head just slightly towards the grave.

For once, as their chest collapsed in on itself, the hero believed them

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[lokiandpeter554]

im a sucker for: [heroxvillain edition]:

hero who is genuinely trying their best but still ends up being mistreated

touch starved and possibly attention starved villain

villain who is clearly trying their best at being bad/good but ends up disappointing themself to the point that their already non existent self confidence and esteem is crushed

touch starved hero

poor hero (money wise)

poor villain (money wise)

young villain (as in a literal goddamn child)

a poor young villain (money wise and a fucking child)

villain feeling safe around hero to the point of letting them see their childish side

villain who is traumatized by their past friendships and relationships and is now keeping hero at an arms reach

villain who wants to be hugged desperately but doesnt know how to ask

heavily sheltered villain

villain who knows nothing but pain

hero getting inside villain’s mind only to find pain and confusion

older hero adopting a teenage villain (platonic)

villains who are forced to be villains

hero prodding villain’s mind only to be met by thousands of self loathing thoughts and villain’s inner child being confused about everything

villains who appears to be a black cat outside but when left alone without supervision, they instantly become a chaotic and slightly stupidly curious golden cat

golden retriever villain x black cat hero

sleepy villain

tired villain

submissive villain

dominant hero

dominant villain

submissive hero

flirty villain

flirty hero

flustered villain

heavily blushing hero

suggestive villain

suggestive hero

cat like villain

cat like hero

villain who seems cold but once you offer them chocolate ice cream or cotton candy, they immediately get all happy and adorable

villain and hero who looks good in black

villain who are addicted to sleeping and food

villain who are addicted to sleeping and food but has insomnia/nightmares and ed/body image/weight issues

^this two but with hero

happy go lucky hero giving silent cold villain hugs and attention anytime possible

hero giving villain hugs and attention every now and then

villain being confused whenever they receive affection

villain who melts when hugged or given affection

when being kissed delicately or hugged tightly, villain or hero just fucking melts

#hero x villain #prompt #traumatized villain #sad villain #sad hero #fluff

[mentalityofacoolduck]

Prompt #1

Consider a hero who had to unwillingly join a Villain group for whatever reason. They are obviously not trusted at first, and they feel completely alone. Maybe the Hero used to fight these people before, and so neither parties trust each other. Hero never trusted villains and always considered them to be selfish people who only thought about themselves. However, as time passes and they go on missions, they see just how much they care for each other. They always have each other's backs during battle, and even in base they banter and laugh and joke around, like a real family. This hits Hero like a speeding bus because "they're supposed to be villains!" and they realized their impression was wrong. Maybe they even get jealous because they never had something like this, being a Hero meant that they could not associate with other people without risking innocent lives. They also want friendships like this, badly infact, but they can't because of their histories together. Cue hero whump.

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[heroes-villains-side-blog]

Fancy shmancy part 2

(co-written with @raineandsky)

Part 1

Villain frowned for a moment, their gaze locked onto their feet. “That's… cruel,” they said eventually. They grabbed a pair of glasses from a passing waiter, glancing at the liquid inside before handing one to Hero. They took it without question. “Sounds like someone doesn’t want to be here.”

“You think I can just choose where I want to be?” Hero took an impressive swig of the drink in their hand before pulling a face. “That’s alcoholic, you moron,” they commented with a scowl, as they set the glass down on a nearby table. They swept an arm out to the hall around them, grand and exquisite in nature — just like Villain had always assumed Hero was. “Point is, I’m Hero. I go where I’m needed, like here.” They took a moment to glance around, finding their bag abandoned on the floor, the hats carelessly scattered about around it now that the crowd lost interest. The snobs couldn’t even find it in themselves to put them back.

“So… you want a way out? An excuse not to be needed here…” Their eyes dropped to their drink, watching as it swilled about the glass with disinterest. “Without your departure meaning everyone laughs at you.”

“That’s the dream.” Hero laughed sourly before the sound turned into a defeated sigh.

“Then you need to figure something out to get out of here.”

“You really think I wouldn’t have left already if it was that easy?” 

"I- well, I… look." Villain took Hero by the shoulders, "Look at me." 

Hero did. For a moment, it felt like Villain was actually concerned or had a kind thought for them for once. Hero scoffed internally, rage bubbling at what they had just been through, and so, swung their fist back and gave the party-crasher a black eye. 

"Okay, okay. I deserved that." They reached towards the buffet table and pressed a cucumber slice on their eye. "But listen. I didn't know this was all an act. I didn't know you were… I didn't know, okay? I thought you were being mean to me on purpose. I thought you were a grade-A prick, okay?" 

Hero rolled their eyes and turned around to leave this dreadful interaction, but Villain chased after them, after gathering a few more cucumber slices. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Hero. I was just- I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine, y'know?" 

"Leave me alone, Villain. You're the last person I want to be with right now." 

"I don't think that's true. Would you rather go back to your so-called 'friends'?" they were met with a heartbroken stare, "Yeah, I didn't think so. What kind of friends do that? Would you ever push your friend under the horse carriage to save yourself?" 

They didn't answer but didn't say yes either. 

"See? Exactly. You deserve better, Hero. Better friends, a better life, just-" they replaced the cucumber slice, the old one having gone warm, "I apologize. I didn't know what you were going through. I didn't know you didn't mean all the mean stuff you said, but that's on you, to be fair." 

"...yeah, that's fair. I'm sorry for going overboard with the nasti-quette."

"What?" 

"Nasty etiquette? I- I was trying to make a joke lighten the mood." 

"Well. Good effort." 

Villain gave them a pat on the shoulder with a sigh, turning to glance at the room behind them. A few people were whispering to each other, throwing conspicuous stares in their direction, and they decided that they were going to get the both of them out of this place now.

“You punching me in the face seemed to give people some entertainment,” they pointed out, and Hero turned around to confirm, just catching people’s eye as they hurriedly turned away. “I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how much reputation you have to worry about saving. It’s not like it would matter once you leave here.”

Hero huffed humorlessly. “Yeah, but—” Their voice caught in their throat. They didn’t have much of a comeback to that. “I guess not.”

“So you agree.” It wasn’t a question. “Your reputation is non-existent and is ruinable for these losers.”

They scoffed at the bluntness of Villain’s words. “Wow, a little on the nose.”

“You should punch me again.”

“Excuse me?” Hero almost shouted, startled, and they took a deep breath to rein their disbelief in. “You want me to punch you?”

The hiss of Hero’s words only made Villain smirk, the way they always did when they were devising some horrendous plan against them. “Yeah. Start a fight and get us kicked out. We’d both be so disgraced no one would question why they’d never see us again.”

“I’m the host,” Hero pointed out. “They’d kick you out, and I’d be hailed a hero for getting rid of you for ruining the party or whatever. They always have something locked and loaded to say.”

Villain sighed and shook their head, "Rich people. No consequences for your actions, you lot."

“Yeah…”

“So, anyway. Do you have any ideas —”

“— you already have a plan, don’t you?”

Villain fake gasped with a hand to their chest. Then smoothly moved it upward to slick their hair back. “You’re down to punch me?”

“If it gets me out of here, sure. I already did it once.” Hero glanced about the room. Everyone had already gone back to enjoying the party, their conversation going unnoticed. “You have to work with me here, though.”

“Oh, yes, I love acting. I’ve been waiting to use my drama lessons from school.” Villain was positively grinning, which Hero took as an odd expression for the situation. “I’ll really dress it up. You hit me for being an ass, I’ll call you a pompous loser or something. Get us both kicked out.”

Hero’s hand was already winding up before they were done talking, and their fist connected with their jaw the moment the last word was out their mouth. They knew it wasn't the hardest punch they could’ve given, but Villain dramatically threw themself to the floor as if they were dying.

“Oh, my god!” they announce loudly. “What is wrong with you?”

Their brash words drew attention, eyes of partygoers on Hero expectantly. Villain gave them a subtle pointed glare, and they realised this was meant to be the part where they said something incriminating.

“You— you’re ruining my party,” they said, pointing an accusatory finger at where Villain was carefully getting to their feet. “You do nothing but ruin everything for me all the time.”

All they got as a response for a moment was a vicious laugh that almost sounded genuine. “Oh, I ruin things for you?” Villain spat. They wiped imaginary blood from under their nose. “Your inability to get off your pedestal makes you blind to the fact that it’s painted in the blood of those who think of you so highly!”

They turned to the small crowd surrounding the two of them, clearly not done talking. “That goes for all of you!” they continued coldly. “I will never admire you, and you will never make me bleed for you!”

Hero wasn’t entirely sure how thoroughly Villain’s monologue applied to them, so they lunged for them again for good measure. The two of them hit the marble floor hard, and they weren’t deaf to the gasps of horror from around them. They vaguely heard someone calling for the guards.

“Take that back,” they demanded, not entirely sure how part of the act the words were.

“Why don’t you prove me right? I know you want to,” Villain retorted. “Paint your pedestal. Break something while you’re at it.”

From the grin they wore, Hero knew it was an invitation, but it felt too much. They could see the guards moving across the balcony — they didn’t have much time to do their thing. Some of the onlookers were cheering them on, others begging them not to ruin their name for this, and they made their decision.

They barely realised they’d been winding up until their fist was coming down Villain. Something crunched disgustingly under their hand, and Villain let out a wail that sounded a lot more convincing than before.

“I guess, then, we have both made our points,” they said quietly.

The doors burst open and the crowd parted like the Red Sea. Villain made a point of throwing a few fake punches before the guards hauled them apart. It was only once they were separated that Hero noticed that they were actually bleeding, crimson streaks trickling from their nose, and their distrustful anger was flushed out by agonising guilt. They figured maybe they’d taken it too far, but Villain was grinning like they’d won the lottery.

Whispered conversations flooded the room yet again. Hero had just displayed very uncivilized behavior, having instigated brute force, to the point of blood even. 

It didn't matter that, as far as the guests knew, Hero had been insulted. It didn't matter that Hero's honour was at stake. One just doesn't resort to petty punches in polite company. It was uncouth. It was uncivil. It was to be shunned. 

The nicknames had already started, Hero's super hearing picked up on some of the more creative ones. Duke of Uncouth. Fists of Froo-froo. The Mad Hatter Batter. 

Hero sighed. They hoped Villain knew what they were doing. 

They felt a hand tighten around their arm, and when they looked back a guard had securely locked them in a protective grip. “I don’t know what just came over you,” the guard commented under his breath as he started pulling Hero towards the main doors. “But you are not coming back from this. I hope you realise that.”

Villain had gone ahead of them, batting a guard’s napkin away from their face as they passed through the doors and left the uneasy party behind. None of them stopped until they were a safe distance from the others, out in the gardens, but even then the guards lingered nearby, unsure of whether the two could be trusted once they were out of their hands. 

“Say goodbye to the lifestyle where you had everything,” Villain comments offhandedly. They flop down on the steps with a sigh, their gaze locked out over the pristine bushes and flowerbeds beyond. “I would say you’ve been successfully extracted.”

“Yeah, well, you made it a little too realistic,” Hero says, and the shortness of their tone isn’t lost on Villain as they settle next to them.

“It was realistic because it was real,” they say innocently. “I came to embarrass you, and I did.”

"That, you did. Quite well, actually. You're a natural embarrassment," they grinned, their gaze still fixed on the estate's horizon. 

"Ha, ha. I can't believe your jokes actually improved the second you're out of that world. They're really quite the stifling bunch, aren't they?"

Hero let out a bitter laugh, "You have no idea," and slumped down, their face resting on their knees.  

After a rough few moments Villain broke the silence. "Well… glad that's over." 

Hero watched them get up and dust themselves, while themselves remain as still as a statue.

After straightening themselves, they offered their hand to a dejected Hero.

"You coming?" they said… kindly. 

Hero's eyes widened and they jumped to stand and take Villain's outstretched hand. Their breaths were shallow and their hair and clothes were a mess, but their face showed nothing but pure glee. 

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Fin 🦚

And thus marks the end of the fic that started out aiming to be absolutely ridiculous!

It got angsty, but that's writer life

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[letteryplanes]

prompt by @avvail

The hero didn't say a word. Not when they were hurriedly hauled into an ambulance by the paramedics, not when they were practically pleaded to emit some sound about how and where and why they hurt, neither when they felt a bone sparking burn in their back or when their wounds screamed in soft, flesh bleeding agony.

Not like they had anything to say with how mushy their brain felt. As if all the wires melted and they couldn't put two plus two together, as if they were still stuck midst alternating between jumping in to help the remainder of the mob stuck in the pit or whisk off the others they had saved to a safer location.

God they tried their best, for the sake of everything, hoping there weren't any casualties for seriously, what use would the sinking feeling of the ground beneath them -breaking into splinters- would have? What was the use of them feeling so huddled into suffocation for God knows how long was, if they couldn't save everyone while getting themselves into such a mess?

They didn't scream or call out for help, they were simply too exhausted to and no matter where they were stuck -in the thick concrete mess of a rubble or the walls of their mind that refused to leave them alone- not one shred of their exhaustion felt solid. So omnious, so vaporized, numb, numb all over. Alone, shivering even in the lightest bounce of wind, the dream-catcher in their room tinkling it's metallic leaves as if trying to hum their fears into little beads that could vanish.

Trying, trying, trying...they were trying.

They inhaled, closing and opening their eyes slowly only to gradually notice the soft thump of steady footsteps heading towards them and creak of doors opening, a familiar silhouette reaching them before clicking the side lamp on and assessing their condition.

The hero sat still, stuck in a daze as if they were placed on a beam so high, as if moving an inch would lead to a fall deeper than in the pit they had fallen a few days ago except something happened and they unknowingly nodded at the villain in affirmation, giving them the permit to walk on the same beam they were stuck on.

And so they fell.

Down in the pit, waiting for the ground to hit and knock the breath out of them before another thunderous rubble would fall on them except this time instead of them reflexively gnawing at their flesh and pulling their hair in anxiety, they wrapped their arms around the villain who was on the verge of taking them in.

Just the right moment when the villain held them close to their chest, an arm wrapped around them keeping all their frame so closely huddled in warmth and perhaps, that is when their plight to the ground stopped.

Slow..still..steady.

A gurgle of help urged out of their lips, soft sobs of how they were so confused. Not angry, not sad, but confused beyond means. Of where they were and what they had to do and if anything they did till today was ever right, they were a mess, a mess collected in a safety nest, getting their time to break apart as they wished to, safely.

"H-how do I get up tomorrow? In this state..h-how?" they muttered in their sobbing frenzy, only to have their tears wiped gently. Villain soothingly rubbed the nape of their neck as they got seated on the bed, willing to make promises they knew they would keep.

"You don't have to push yourself into getting better, love. You of all people should know how slow that process tends to be."

"B-but-"

"You're allowed to take time, hero," they whispered while gently pulling the hero's entire frame in their arms, their voice accompanying the tinkles of that of the humming dream-catcher, "you're allowed."

"It's okay, right?"

"It is, absolutely, okay."

The hero curled into the villain's arms, a wave of shivers coursed their body before settling in for gentle sobs finally trying to release all the pent up knots of frustrated ambiguity. Their body covered in warmth, soothing hands resting on their back: finally a little okay with falling, knowing they would be caught and held.

Finally be held.

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#hero×villain #hurtcomfort #sad hero #caring villain #prompt filler #prompt #villain×hero

[promptspa]

Random prompt #84

"Just go away! I don't want to see you ever again!" The hero shouted, whipping around and glaring at Villain with a passionate hatred they had never seen on their enemy's face before. The usual fond warmth Hero had when they looked at the criminal was replaced with a relentless fire that made Villain look away, afraid to be burnt further.

"Hero, please, it wasn't me-" Villain tried to explain, their words cut off by the hero's much louder, angrier ones. Their heart broke as they listened, watching hot tears fill the corner of their eyes as they yelled.

"Then who was it, Villain? Who else would know where we meet every last weekend of every month?" Hero's hands moved furiously in the air. "Who else would know of all of my fears? My weak-spots? Exactly how to hit me where it hurts the most?"

Villain paused, eyes searching for anything but the flames in Hero's eyes. They didn't know. They truly didn't.

After a moment of silence, a scoff left the hero's lips and they turned with a hiccupping breath, fists clenched at their sides. Villain moved quickly with a sudden rush of adrenaline, gently grasping one of their lover's hands in their own.

"Don't touch me." Hero hissed, yanking their hand away, tears now freely falling down their face. They set into a jog, leaving a heartbroken villain behind them.

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[villain-enthusiast]

part six to the prince hero story please?? i am dying to know what happens next

i’m so happy you guys enjoy this series! i hope to keep continuing it for as long as i can!

tw: captivity, mentioned torture + abandonment, suicide threat

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part one . part two . part three . part four . part five

This was it.

Hero’s only chance to escape was right now. Villain was out of headquarters doing who knows what, and the usual post-up guards by his cell had been called up for a mission analysis.

It had been about a week—at least, that’s what Hero guessed—since his father rejected Villain’s ransom request and basically disowned him from the family line. Hero knew that no matter how much he begged, there would be no returning home. But he was smart and he knew he’d find somewhere else to stay.

He would have to get out first to do that, though.

He grabbed his makeshift lockpick from his pocket, a small twisted strip of metal he managed to snatch in the interrogation room when Villain wasn’t looking.

Absentmindedly, his fingers brushed over the still fresh bruises and cuts around his ribs. He caved and gave the safe house locations when Villain threatened to mark up his face. It was the one part of him that was still…him, after all that has happened to him. Untainted, recognizable. The thought of having that last shred of his identity ripped away from him was unbearable.

He shook his head. He couldn’t dwell on that now.

After checking the door to make sure he was still alone, he inserted the pick into the lock of his shackles, shifting it around until he heard a satisfactory click. Hands trembling from the sudden freedom of weight, he worked the pick into the door’s keyhole with some difficulty.

The air felt thick. Cold sweat was beginning to bead along his forehead as he jostled the metal around. Oh god, was he really about to do this? Maybe this was a bad idea. If he got caught…

Shut up and focus, he scolded. He could worry about all of that if it came around.

A click sounded, then the door hinges squeaked.

It opened. The door opened. He could go.

Euphoria slammed through him and he could feel his knees about to give out from the joy radiating through his body, but he forced himself to stay steady. He wasn’t out yet.

He quickly checked his surroundings. The henchmen would be doing their rounds soon, if they hadn’t already started. He needed to move fast.

So he bolted.

He sprinted up the stairs, weaved through empty corridors, narrowly dodged a couple of Villain’s lackey’s walking down a few hallways. He stopped by one of the inventory closets and grabbed a few knives, keeping a small one in his palm.

Thankfully, Villain’s base was no more complex than a large house. Hero made it to the back entrance in no time, but stopped at a small hiding crevasse to catch his breath and his thoughts.

The exit was right there. It was right there. He was going to be free soon.

The alarm suddenly ripped through the building, blaring and ear-piercing. Hero winced as loud footsteps and shouting rang clear not too far behind. They’d found the empty cell, and the headquarters would be going on lockdown any second now.

Eyes trained on the door in front of him, he made a frantic dash for it, heart pounding out of his chest.

He was so close, he could practically taste freedom on his tongue—

The shoe crossed his view before he could even register what it was.

Then he was on the ground, the hard stone scraping his skin as he tried to recover from the sudden trip-and-fall.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Hero froze. His eyes slowly tracked over those all-too-familiar polished boots in his view, up Villain’s costume, and then…

Hero swallowed hard, mouth dry. Fuck.

Villain sneered at him, their expression cruel. “Thought you could get away?” In a flash, their hand snapped out and seized Hero’s face, fingers digging deeply into their cheeks.

Hero choked, hands instinctively going up to grip Villain’s wrist—a plea for mercy.

Villain yanked him up to his knees, nearly dislocating his jaw as they did so. Hero whimpered stiffly.

“Don’t you remember what I told you, little Hero?” Villain unsheathed their dagger and feathered the weapon from Hero’s left eyebrow down to his right side of his jawline. Hero squeezed his eyes shut as tears threatened to spill over.

“I said, ‘I am your king now.’” Villain’s voice was right in his ear. “And what would a king be if they didn’t take things away from people?” Their hand tightened around Hero’s face. “I think it’s time I start to work on your lovely facial features, hm?” The bite of the blade dug into Hero’s cheekbone.

Hero’s eyes flew open and he wrenched out of Villain’s grip, scrambling back with ragged breaths. “No,” he choked out. “No. I won’t let you.” He grabbed the knife he had been hiding in his sleeve and, after a split second of thought, held it up to his own throat.

Villain cocked their head, surprised. “Hero?”

Hero gripped the handle tighter. “You-You’re not going to take me alive.” He pressed the tip into his skin as Villain took a step forward. “I’m not your toy. I’m not your prince or servant. I’m not, I’m not going back with you.”

Villain’s stare went cold. “Hero. Put it down.”

“I’m not going back with you!” Hero shouted, shoes scuffing the ground as he backed up into the wall. “Let me go!! Or I’ll fucking do it! I’ll do it, Villain!”

“I’m the only one who cares about you, Hero.” Villain’s voice was dangerously low. “Your family disowned you. The public hates you. You have nobody, Hero. Nobody but me.” Their eyes narrowed. “So put the knife down. Now.”

Hero met Villain’s gaze. He shook his head, vision blurred. His hand moved to make the cut.

Then the room exploded, throwing the both of them off their feet.

All Hero could register for a few seconds was a loud ringing in his ears and an unconscious Villain in front of him.

The last thing he saw was a small group of people crowding over him before his vision went dark.

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[yahim0491]

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[patchworkorphan]

The Hero and the Infant: part one

Is this title my cheeky little nod at EPIC the musical? Absolutely, enjoyyyyy!

*~*~*~*~*

The heroes came running when the world was on fire. They always came running. Hero was at the bar, where they always were, watching the news. A neat whiskey clutched between bandaged fingers.

The door slammed open. Hero didn’t have to turn to know it was Superhero’s sidekick. “Hero –”

“Not interested.”

“But Villain –”

“I know. Don’t care,” Hero replied. Daryl, the bartender, shot Hero a look and Hero pretended to not see it.

Sidekick sat on the stool next to Hero and ordered another: “whiskey; neat.”

“Mmm, I love being bribed,” Hero smiled, winking at Daryl.

“Villain’s destroying the city.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“And you’re here, drinking.”

“Perceptive,” Hero purred, taking the whiskey glass from Daryl and pouring the honey liquid of it into their glass. “They’re a minor,” Hero whispered to Daryl conspiratorially.

“I’m not.”

“Well, then. You’re on the clock. Can’t fight crime if you’re impaired.”

“And yet somehow you manage.”

“Somehow, I’m always called in on my day off. Blame your boss for disrupting my plans. Not the other way around, sunshine.”

Hero took a sip of their drink. In their peripheral vision they saw Sidekick turn their body to face Hero. Mmm, getting serious. Hero loved serious Sidekick. It’s like a puppy trying to be mean.

“You know Villain best –”

“Bullshit. Your Superhero knows them longest.”

“Villain likes you best,” Sidekick amended, and Hero nodded.

“So? Are we match making heroes and villains now? Is that Superhero’s excuse, hmm? Will that same explanation slide if I come up against a new villain?” Hero put on a high-pitched voice as they said: “oh I’m sorry superhero. This new villain’s rising sign is Virgo. I’m a Scorpio, we’re gonna clash.”

“This is different, and you know it.”

“How is this different? Because your beloved Superhero says so? Are you just a little dog with no mind of your own? Does Superhero whistle and you come?”

“I’m not here to trade insults, Hero. God knows that could well be your superpower,” Hero took the words as a compliment as the kid continued: “I’m here to ask you to help me stop people’s lives being ruined. Normal people’s lives. Fuck Superhero. Fuck villain. Fuck the whole fucking system. I’m here to ask you, to help me. Please.”

Hero looked at Daryl and Daryl looked at them. Hero rolled their eyes and tipped their head back, the whiskey running hot down their aching throat. Then they stood. Empty glass on the bar. Hero shrugged their trench coat on and patted Sidekick’s shoulder fondly.

“Pay Daryl for me will ya? And a big tip, for the inconvenience. See you tomorrow, Daryl,” Hero waved over their shoulder. Whistling as they walked out the door of their local pub.

“Thanks Daryl,” Sidekick said, paying the man and leaving a generous tip.

“Thank me all you want kid. Hero’ll just be back in here after the fight. It’s good to see them getting out, even if it is under these circumstances. Y’know ever since –”

“I know, Daryl. Thanks.”

“Later kid.”

Sidekick followed Hero out the door, where Hero was waiting a lit cigarette hanging from their lips.

“So,” Hero asked, flicking their zippo lighter shut with a satisfying click, shooting Sidekick their signature lazy smirk. “What’s Villain up to today?”

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

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[chaotic-orphan]

The hero and the infant

Is this title my cheeky little nod at EPIC the musical? Absolutely, anyways on an unrelated note… enjoyyyyy!

*~*~*~*~*

The heroes came running when the world was on fire. They always came running. Hero was at the bar, where they always were, watching the news. A neat whiskey clutched between bandaged fingers.

The door slammed open. Hero didn’t have to turn to know it was Superhero’s sidekick. “Hero—“

“Not interested.”

“But Villain—“

“I know. Don’t care,” Hero replied. Daryl, the bartender, shot Hero a look and Hero pretended to not see it.

Sidekick sat on the stool next to Hero and ordered another: “whiskey; neat.”

“Mmm, I love being bribed,” Hero smiled.

“Villain’s destroying the city.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“And you’re here, drinking.”

“Perceptive,” hero purred, reaching and taking the whiskey glass from Daryl and pouring it into their glass. “They’re a minor,” Hero whispered to Daryl conspiratorially.

“I’m not.”

“Well, then. You’re on the clock. Can’t fight crime if you’re impaired.”

“And yet somehow you manage.”

“Somehow I’m always called in on my day off. Blame your boss for disrupting my plans. Not the other way around, sunshine.”

Hero took a sip of their drink. In their peripheral vision they saw Sidekick turn their body to face Hero. Mmm, getting serious. Hero loved serious sidekick. It’s like a puppy trying to be mean.

“You know Villain best—“

“Bullshit. Your superhero knows them longest.”

“Villain likes you best,” Sidekick amended and Hero nodded.

“So? Are we match making heroes and villains now? Is that Superhero’s excuse, hmm? Will that same explanation slide if I come up against a new villain?” Hero put on a high pitched voice as they said: “oh I’m sorry superhero. This new villain’s rising sign is Virgo. I’m a Scorpio, we’re gonna clash.”

“This is different and you know it.”

“How is this different? Because your beloved superhero says so? Are you just a little dog with no mind of your own? Does Superhero whistle and you come?”

“I’m not here to trade insults, Hero. God knows that could well be your superpower. I’m here to ask you to help me stop people’s lives being ruined. Normal people’s lives. Fuck Superhero. Fuck villain. Fuck the whole fucking system. I’m here to ask you, to help me. Please.”

Hero looked at Daryl and Daryl looked at them. Hero rolled their eyes and tipped their head back, the whiskey running hot down their aching throat. Then they stood. Empty glass on the bar. Hero shrugged their trench coat on and patted Sidekick’s shoulder fondly.

“Pay Daryl for me will ya? And a big tip, for the inconvenience. See you tomorrow Daryl,” Hero waved over their shoulder. Whistling as they walked out the door.

“Thanks Daryl,” Sidekick said paying the man and leaving a generous tip.

“Thank me all you want kid. Hero’ll just be back in here after the fight. It’s good to see them getting out, even if it is under these circumstances. Y’know ever since—“

“I know, Daryl. Thanks.”

“Later kid.”

Sidekick followed Hero out the door, where Hero was waiting a lit cigarette hanging from their lips.

“So what’s villain up to today?”

*~*~*~*~*

Continued Here

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[automeris-io-moth]

Crying over spilled milk

A message was sent

can you come? 

please

i don’t think i should be alone right now

Sometimes it was just too much to handle.

Sometimes, when the press was specially needy of news, of attention, of interviews and exclusives, and questions about numbers.

Number of civilian deaths, of money spended in equipment, of buildings exploded and left in crumbles, and of hours spent in missions.

Sometimes when the noise was too loud, when everyone cheered, when someone's mother cried in thankfulness — or in grief —, when they went to events in clubs and bars and parties, to fashion shows and schools and festivals.

Sometimes, when they were to use that trick an older, more experienced Hero gave them, to get bloodstains out of his shirts, and the dark red hue off of his hands.

Those times it was too much.

They always showered the moment they reached the apartment, a ritual they tried and failed multiple times to adapt to their life, something to separate their work life with homelife. A therapist suggested it, they didn't remember which one, but it never worked.

Hero cried for a moment, squatting down on the bathroom floor, half-dressed, clothes drenched and head hung low, trembling under the running water for the cold and the rising anxiety within their chest, making their heart beat fast, faster, blood so quick they could hear it as it passed their ears. 

Then, they washed their hair.

The bathroom door opened, quiet enough not to be heard, not with the running water and the sound of music they didn't like anymore, but they felt the cold enter when the steam of the shower left the room. Someone had entered of course, quick enough to have to need to close it behind them, moving and twisting something around the sink, leaving cloth and towel over the white cabinets beside the showr. 

"I brought a change of clothes, dress, I'll wait outside." A voice said softly, calmly enough Hero could almost miss the tone of worry hidden beneath the masquerade. 

But Hero changed without further question, minutes after the person left, having spent a couple minutes staring into the void. Cursing between teeth out of shame, they tossed the dirty, drenched clothes on the floor and wore what the Villain gave them realising quickly enough those were not their own clothes.

A sigh.

Wet steps alerted their entrance in the kitchen, looking for the other they knew wandered somewhere inside the house. Villain looked up to them, leaning back against the counters, signalling, with the palm of their hand, to a steaming mug up the small breakfast table. 

Hero nodded silently, nestling it between both hands, waiting for the other to speak, to ask what was wrong with them, as he’d heard time over time as the day went by. 

"I saw you fight in the news earlier."

Though maybe, they couldn’t do it again. 

"Don't, please," Hero asked, pleaded "I've heard enough about it already, I...fucked up, I know, please, not now.". 

The Villain gave a bored chuckle, shaking their head and extending their hand towards the still trembling Hero. With a nod of invitation, of assuredness that the other was not angry, reproachful as many others that day, they accepted it, leaving the mug in the counter behind the other. 

Villain pulled them in. 

"That’s not what I wanted to say,” they assured “If you had run for the door, breaking it open for the executives, two hundred and fifty seven people would've died from the collapsing of the building instead of six."

Hero's head was tucked against the other chest, hands loose by their sides as the other embraced them, tight with a hand on their hair and the other around his waist, going up his back. Listening. 

"You made the right decision today, you couldn't have saved them all, your hands are not dirty," Villain continued, running circles in the other's back "the press couldn't understand, they wouldn't if they could, it's at their very foundation to look for someone to blame." 

Numbness kept growing, their arms were immovable, and their knees grew heavier with each passing second. 

It was their fault, they reminded themselves, the Villain spoke empty words of comfort, they were not of straight morals, and loved them far too much to grant objectivity, yet listening to them, no matter how little truth laid in there, made them feel lighter. 

"I'm so proud of you, Hero, you were so brave today, I could've never handle the crowd like you did, so quick thinking, so polite and proper even with so many hateful people lighting their flashes at you," their voice was soothing as ever, their lies sweet against Hero's ear "you choose this everyday instead of the peace I can give you." 

By their shoulders, they were separated from the other's arms, slowly, gently. 

Kind eyes stared down at them, sympathetic, understanding. 

"That's demonstrates how big is you vocation, how little they deserve you,"

Lies. 

Generous lies, but lies nonetheless. 

They were at fault that morning, Hero kept repeating as a mantra, and they wanted out, they wanted to take what Villain had offered months, years ago. 

Hero was selfish, everyone said that day, they were, they were demonstrating it even then, accepting comfort from a villain, a menace, someone who should be behind bars. 

They fell back against the other's chest. 

And the mug broke, pushed down the counter by a careless hand.

Their mug. 

The mug they had bought at a gift shop for themselves long ago, the only mug they used out of many others, it was bigger than the others, taller and slimmer than other mugs, a deep blue that matched the Villain’s. 

They loved that mug. 

And Hero cried. 

It was not dignifying, it was neither cute nor discreet. Hero screeched against the other's chest as they walked them slowly to the other side of the room, away from the sharp pieces of ceramic scattered on the floor. 

Hero screamed, nose runny and eyes red, wetting the Villain's shirt. 

"I fucked up, I fucked up I'm so sorry," Hero screamed, muffled only by the other's clothing "I should've done what Leader said, they're dead because I'm a useless piece of..." 

"Absolutely not, no," Villain said, "hear me, listen to me, none of that bullshit they sell it's the truth, you've told me you were aware of this, they got you as their victim today but tomorrow another one will fall in the same hole you did today.” 

“I don’t want to do this anymore Villain,” Hero’s voice broke, and both slide down to the dining room floor “the blood is not washing off my interview white dress shirt, the bathroom floor is stained, and I broke my favourite mug, I bought this for us and I broke mine, and all the coffee you made is on the floor, I never even tasted it.” 

“It was hot cocoa in milk, Civilian Name, coffee would’ve been a terrible idea,” Villain said, holding closer Hero in their arms, letting them fall completely against them, chest to chest, as they leaned back in one of the room’s wall, right beside the door to the kitchen. 

Open, ugly sobbing dissolved into hiccups quickly enough as the Hero calmed with the other’s comfort, hand soft in their skin, words sweet in their ears and a scent of safety surrounding both, salty water and wood from Villain’s old beach house they used as an everyday. 

“This was a no-turning point for me, Civilian Name,” Villain said softly, “I’m taking you away.” 

In their defence, Hero did think of many things to say, then, more calmed, their actions seemed over exaggerated, even if they were still at the brink of tears. 

They couldn’t just leave, they thought, they would be proving them right, they were selfish, inattentive, needy, stupid. 

“I’ll take care of you, I’ll be good to you I promise.” 

Hero nodded against the other’s chest.

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Using all my free time before starting finals to make new pieces, I'm really very happy for the responses that some stories I've uploaded have received, it has really helped me to actually sit down and write 1000+ words, when a month ago did maybe 300 on a good day.

Btw, just here to remind you this is not my native language, so I'm sorry for any mistaked, feel free to point them out.

Thank you so much :)

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[mmavverickk]

anyway have any of you ever thought about how Jason was raised by wolves and then an army and told he had to be the best so he became the best, made himself the best using his experiences and power, who has to prove himself time and time again to the people who made him, and then he meets Percy Jackson who, with almost none of Jason’s training, without having been raised and molded into a leader, is better than him

Percy Jackson, who had a childhood, who had a mom, who seems all the better for it. Jason can finish his quests and missions and get a pat on the back and congratulations for bringing honor to the Legion and nothing else because that’s what’s expected of him, while Percy gets hugs and cookies and tears of relief and so much love because people had been hoping he’d succeed, not because it meant victory, but because it meant he'd live.

all of the things Jason’s gone through to make him that perfect leader and soldier feel like they were all for nothing because he looks at Percy Jackson and sees that perfect leader and soldier and none of the things that made Jason good are what made him great

#mav.txt #listen he's an amazing character foil and i like making him sad #percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #percy jackson headcanon #heroes of olympus #powerful percy jackson #angst #jason grace angst #PJ JG Rivals