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avvail · 5 months

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a villain that can hypnotise people through touch

The hero feels themselves tripping over their own two feet as the imposing figure advances on them, until their back hits the wall with a solid thud. They attempt to keep their breathing under control, but it’s a difficult game.

“Where are you going?” The villain asks simply, as if they don’t already know the answer to the question. The hero grits their teeth, baring them viciously.

“Stay back,” they hiss. “I mean it.”

“Or else what?” The villain chuckles humourlessly, their cold eyes not leaving theirs for even a moment. “You know you can’t win this fight.”

“No,” they shakily whisper, their eyes desperately searching for a way to escape. They are not ignorant to the power that the villain possesses. The power that had kept them trapped in their clutches for far too long. “Give me a ten foot pole and I’ll find a way to keep you away from me.”

The villain raises a brow. “You don’t have one of those, doll.”

“Yeah?” They spit. “Wanna bet?”

The villain takes a measured step forward, and the hero’s narrowed eyes suddenly widen, pressing themselves closer against the wall until they’re impossibly flat.

“No, please,” they breathe, their face wrinkling in fear. “The people need me, Villain. Please, let me go back out there.”

The villain laughs coldly, like that’s funny.

“You should see yourself when you cling to me,” they respond coolly, their eyes flashing with something dangerous. “It’s cute. You make these little doe eyes that drive me crazy.”

“That’s not me,” they choke, their hands pressing into their chest. “These gaps in my memory, not knowing how much time has passed, what you’ve made me do – it’s torture.”

“It’s far from torture, doll,” the villain frowns, taking another step forward. The hero’s heart hammers in their chest, lodging in their lungs and making it difficult to breathe. “You don’t see how much you’re spoiled.”

The hero chokes on a hitched breath. “You get off on this sick power play. You take away people’s free will, make them into—”

“—nothing?” The villain interrupts sharply. Their expression darkens. “You’d never understand what it’s like from my perspective. You’re thinking too hard, yet so little. Why don’t you come here?”

The hero instantly shakes their head. “No. Stay away from me.”

“Then I come to you.”

“Stay away.”

The hero makes a desperate lunge in an attempt to escape, but the villain’s hand seizes their wrist instantly, and they gasp. Tingles reverberate through their skin, and they desperately try to yank away. Their grasp is unrelenting, and with each second that ticks by, the tingles grow stronger, spreading through their body like wildfire.

“Stop,” they gasp, their knees weak when they’re tugged closer. “Please, please stop.”

“Shh,” the villain hums, a warm hand cupping their cheek, making the hero’s throat close up. Their mind goes haywire. But when the villain speaks, when their skin touches theirs, their thoughts begin to die out.

“That’s it, doll,” they purr, brushing a thumb under their eye when a stray tear leaked down their cheek. “Just like that.”

It’s always beautiful when the thoughts leave their eyes, when their weakening struggles die down, and they go slack and pliant in their arms. The villain’s eyes crinkle with a smile, admiring the dazed expression on their face. It takes moments until all the fight is drained out of them.

“There you go,” the villain hums, and their touch makes the hero go all fuzzy and lightheaded. “Let’s go back, shall we?”

The hero obediently follows them along.

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ownlittleuniverse · 15 days

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scenario #1 - the hero’s lover

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“Love, why don’t you come to bed?”

The hero had been up for hours, way into the night racking their brain and trying desperately to find the villains identity. Their lover was becoming a bit worried with this obsession taking over their sleep.

“No, not until I figure out who the hell they are,” they snapped, their voice breaking.

Their lover could only sigh at their hero’s determination. It was their best trait and worst flaw.

“It’s not worth your health, my love,” their lover soothed.

Their lover walked over to the hero slumped over their desk, their whole body exuding exhaustion. They crouched down and took the hero’s face between their hands, caressing their cheeks. Their eyes were bloodshot, and their lover didn’t know if it was from their lack of sleep or from their tears. Their hero looked so tired.

“The villain is still out there, you’ll find them, okay?”

The hero only nodded, sniffing a bit. They wrapped their arms around their lovers neck. Their lover chuckled into their hero’s neck.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

Their lover carried their exhausted hero with care, keeping them close to their body and listening to the hero’s even breathing. They were already out.

Their lover walked them over and placed them gently in their bed, kissing them on the forehead and wrapping them up in warm wool blankets. They climbed into the covers as the hero subconsciously pulled their lover close.

“Goodnight, love you,” the hero murmured into their lover's skin.

“Love you.”

They turned off the bedside light, pulled the blanket over both their bodies, wrapping their own over their dear hero’s exhausted one. The hero clung to them, and the villain could only smile into their hair.

They couldn’t help but admire their hero’s determination, and chuckle at their clear obliviousness. If they simply looked past the obvious, they would see that the person they cling to every night was the one they were after.

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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Blood inheritance

When Hero was fifteen, they were still prideful of their family name, star-eyed and a young prodigy awaiting for what was to come, what their last name could provide for them. Hero did only knew how safety and comfort felt like.

Not much later whispers started to travel the hallways, and those who visited their Parent for business were each time less careful to keep their matters out of earshot, out of sight, and some shadows, when perhaps it was too late for them to wander the house alone, they could spot underneath the closed doors.

On their nineteenth birthday, Hero cried hunched over the bathroom sink, scrubbing their hands raw, cutting their nails so short it burned for the blood would not leave from underneath them.

A year later, Hero left.

And for a while they were comfortable living in their makeshift peace, entering the public eye as a Hero, thinking that, perhaps, enough rights would undo a wrong, living modestly, anonymously and quietly as much as their profession would allow.

Until Villain unmasked them on national television.

So there Hero stood, before the throne only an ego as big as their opponent would think of making in the middle of their quarters, with their hands shaking but their chin held high, meeting the other’s eyes, eyes filled with curiosity, with amusement to the situation. Hero was at a clear disadvantage, yet they seemed so determined.

“You owe me,” Hero spoke first, breaking the silence with a declaration so filled with confidence, they felt it spill through their mouth to never return.

Villain lifted a brow, leaning forwards in their seat.

“You may want to change the way you speak to me if you’re lookin to get something out of here,” they answered, voice echoing through the walls of the room “I am already not that eager to help you in any way.”

Hero took a step forward, henchmen lifting their weapons before Villain ordered them to put them down.

“You ruined everything I've worked for these last couple years. I demand protection,”

“My protection?” Villain laughed, “Why would I ever…?”

“Because if I go down, I will make damn sure you go down with me,” Hero answered, spitting out their words, louder that they meant, nothing that they regretted “you have no idea of what you’ve done, and if you think for a moment I won’t take any chance I have to ruin you, you would be wrong.”

Villain leaned back again, silent for a moment.

They were egocentric, the reach of their power and mind had allowed it, but they were in no way delusional, Hero was a worthy opponent, their skill was undeniable and sometimes, Villain thought, the only thing stopping them from crossing a very clear line was their set of morals and rules, carved in stone.

Something was up to make them waver.

Something scared them, more than the mere fact of their identity being out in the open.

“Why do you want protection? You seem pretty capable of taking care of yourself.”

Hero sighed.

“I won’t tell you a thing until you swear protection to me.”

“Not like you’re leaving me any other choice, are you?” they answered with sarcasm “I will only do it after you tell me what this protection is against.”

“Afraid of whatever it could be?”

“Just careful.”

Hero took their mask off, throwing it to the throne.

“Supervillian has been after me for a while now,” Hero answered “until you took my mask off on national tv I managed to hide pretty well, the Twilight told me they had no idea where I was, but of course, now they know my fake identity, it’s a matter of time until they get to me.”

“Supervillian?” Villain questioned “they haven’t made an appearance in years, why would I believe they’re following what’s practically a rookie.”

“Because I’m their child,”

“Oh.”

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I'm back, exams are over for now and I finally have time to exist outside of uni.

I gonna be working in the requests this week, the parts 2 and all that, thank you for your patience :)

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miaowmelodie · 6 months

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Does anyone know if there's a tag for the love interest traitor on AO3?

I'm looking for the trope where the villain tricks their hero into falling in love with them for evil purposes (or vice versa, a hero doing that kind of cruelty would be amazing angst-wise) but end up realizing they love them back after they broke hero's heart.

I remember reading a fanfic like that (it wasn't hero x villain but the trope's the same) on Wattpad in a Mycroft x Lestrade fic years ago and I was wondering if there were more like that.

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 8 months

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Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

#9/11 #serious post #not a shitpost #this should be one of the first things kids learn when they learn about the 9/11 attacks #politics #this is just...it's such an essential and brazen fact and i rarely see basic outrage over it #i want outrage. i want fury. i want disgust over the way fundamental facts are disguised and discarded and downplayed #because there are things we should KNOW. basic fact we should ALL KNOW. and they are tucked away in the footnotes.#and no this is NOT to put the blame on other middle eastern countries #we know this was carried out by a specific terrorist organization not a national government #but King George the Second decided (and was encouraged by his cabinet!) to invade a nation!#a nation that was not at all related or responsible!!!#a dictatorship to be sure--but a dictatorship that King George the First had been happy to support #so what changed? why did we go in guns blazing to DEMOLISH a country *we had NO PLANS OF REPAIRING*???#well. because they wanted a villain didn't they. a nice clean war. clarity of purpose. us the heroes against them the villains #and when you're in that mindframe--truth is irrelevant. you can pick your villain (your victim) by rolling a roulette wheel #truth is irrelevant #worse: to the people in charge #truth is a HINDRANCE #'Alternative facts' existed long before it became a catchphrase #facts don't matter. truth doesn't matter. the impulses of a handful of volatile & rich & power-high people--that's History. congratulations

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aphel1on · 5 months

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i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

#getou suguru #kaneki ken #abyss twin #i know there are others who im not thinking of rn #feel free to reblog with more examples #aphelion.txt #tropes #WAIT I REMEMBERED MORE #jaina proudmoore #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #phosphophyllite #i just spent like half an hour trying to find this on tv tropes but it must be. Too specific of a thing i have in mind bc #I just kept finding similar and related but too broad categories #despair event horizon. fallen hero. well intentioned extremist. etc etc etc #like specifically i'm talking about when the character's EMPATHY is the CRUX of the problem. sosooo crunchyjuicytasty #edit:#also just know that i am reading every tag on this post #and enthusiastically scribbling down the names i dont recognizr #so i can check out their series later #edit 2 wow this post blew up 🫡 godspeed fellow villain likers #the amount of people tagging this as 'me lmao' is concerning to me #wwx #how did i fucking forget this was also yllz era wwx

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charlotlie · 9 months

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bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

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movedtodykedvonte · 10 months

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*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*

Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?

Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.

Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?

Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-

Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?

Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.

Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?

Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-

Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…

Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.

Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!

Spider-Man:….

Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.

Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?

Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!

Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?

Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-

Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!

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habken · 9 months

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IT!deku meets Pro Hero!Bakugou for the first time!

scammers to lovers | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #kirishima eijiro #kaminari denki #mina ashido #sero hanta #la brava #habs art #doodles #scammers to lovers #I’m currently working on the second part of the villain attack comic if you wanna toss a coin my way on ko-fi I’d appreciate it so much

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undertheredhood · 8 months

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any dc character: *confessing something about their past they kept hidden out of fear/shame*

their batfam bff who had already known for a while and is now desperately trying to hide that they knew the truth this entire time: “oh, wow! that is so crazy, i am so sorry you had to go through that.”

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avvail · 25 days

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prompt #101

The villain’s fingers closed around the sidekick’s throat, digging so hard into the skin, it was already blooming with red marks. They gasped, choking and grappling uselessly at their wrist, but nothing was working. The hero shakily lifted themselves onto their knees, tongue spitting out words before they could stop themselves.

“Stop!” They blurted, their voice shaking. The sidekick’s eyes were wide with terror. “Stop it, just–just let them go. Let go of them. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

The villain calmly turned their head towards them. The sidekick squeaked when their grip tightened in a cruel, almost mocking gesture. “And what would that be?”

The hero released a shuddering breath. Their pleading eyes met the villain’s, relaxed and unbothered. Their lips quivered.

“Me?” They breathed.

With the way the villain’s lip twitched into a knowing smirk, the hero knew they had given the right answer.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero villain #villain hero #hero and villain #villain and hero #hero #villain #sidekick #possessiveness #writing prompt #story prompt #prompt #my prompt #writing #my writing #avvail

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ownlittleuniverse · 10 days

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snippet #2 - the villain surprises the hero

warning: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, harmful behavior, touchy villain (not nsfw), depictions and descriptions of physical violence, may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers, reader discretion is advised.

The hero had been captured again, tied to a chair, blindfolded, and beaten to a pulp until the only thing they could taste, smell, feel, was their blood.

It was routine at this point.

Get captured, refuse to give up information, get a few new scars before their team showed up. At a certain point, these so-called villains became predictable. None of them truly scared the hero anymore.

The hero’s head came up at the sound of a door creaking open then slamming shut, footsteps following behind. They clenched their fists against their restraints, sighing, preparing themselves for another round of mediocre scare tactics.

The footsteps of the person started to become louder and louder, the hero could hear them slowly circling their chair like they were tracking prey.

They stopped right behind the hero, their breath tickling their ear, making the hero shiver behind their blindfold.

Their captors before had never gotten this close, at least without a weapon or some weak verbal threats. This felt… different somehow. It made the hero a bit antsy. Their chest became heavier as they listened to the sounds of the person’s even breathing.

Their gut was trying to tell them something.

Something was wrong-

Their heart stopped when they heard the person’s whispered voice.

“Hello, Darling.”

No.

The hero frantically jerked at their restraints but they wouldn’t budge, it only made the rope dig more into their body. Loud and panicked sounds escaped them as their heart started to beat in their head.

The person only chuckled at their attempts to free themselves.

No. No.

They— there… it’s not possible.

“Did you miss me?”

No. They needed to get out. Tears started to seep through their blindfold, as well as sweat as they jerked their head around. They couldn’t get out, they couldn’t even see where they were. The hero was frantic, horribly panicked, and the villain reveled in it.

The villain was the only one who could evoke genuine terror from their hero. Turn them into a screaming, begging mess at their feet.

The villain trailed their hand delicately over the hero’s neck, wrapping their fingers around them and stroking. The hero let out a choked whimper, their body completely shivering.

“You never thought you’d feel this again, did you?” The villain smiled, “My touch making you deliciously crazy?”

No. They didn’t. The villain was supposed to be dead.

The hero’s breathing grew more erratic by the second, more and more tears streamed down their face, mixing with the dried blood and stinging their fresh shallow cuts.

They saw their dead body. They buried them in that grave. They stuck that knife in their chest so many times they lost count as they watched the life drain out of them. How?

“It’s been far too long, my love,” the villain said, “I think we should relive some good memories.”

The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out and tried to wiggle their way out of their restraints again and again and again. It was a pity, the sight of someone trying to escape the inevitable.

The villain started to slowly lift the hero’s ripped sleeves, rolling them to expose their skin. No. No. No. Anything but that.

The villain watched in awe as their hero completely lost it and tried so hard to escape them, even though their hero was smart enough to know there was no hope. No one was coming to save them.

“Sh, sh, sh,” the villain cooed, their hand sickenly stroking the hero’s neck like comfort, “There’s no need for that, you know you're not escaping me.”

The villain trailed their hands softly up their hero’s arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They loved how their hero tried to push them off, completely losing it when the villain finally touched their scars.

They had dreamed of touching these sensitive things again. The deep scars they left all over. They hated the scars others dared to leave. They already killed those others who dared to call themselves ‘villains’, who dared to touch the hero. Only they were allowed to touch their little hero like this.

“All our fun times, etched into your skin,” the villain said in awe. Their hero tried to get out of their hold, their sobs echoing across the room.

The scars felt different this time, some of them. The hero must have tried to rid themselves of their marks, but failed miserably. How cute.

Their hero should know better than to try to rid themselves of the villain.

They continued to trace over the uneven skin, the memories of the many long lovely torture sessions they subjected their hero to flooding their brain, and they were sure their hero was reliving it too.

“Stop,” the hero whispered, choking on their sobs, “Please-

“Just like my scars,” they cut in, pressing delicate kisses to the skin making the hero’s body shiver, “I will never leave you, love.”

It has been so long since the hero felt that terror, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through their veins, their heartbeat reaching heights that could kill them. Their breathing was so rapid, their body was in a state of complete shock and panic.

They forgot what it felt like to be terrified, and they wished it stayed that way. They thought they made sure it would.

“But, you did leave me,” The villain dug into one of their scars, making them gasp, reopening it and letting their hero’s blood trickle down their fingers.

“You left me to rot in the ground,”

“I-I didn’t-”

“Let the world forget about me.”

The villain dug in deeper. The hero cried out.

“Let yourself forget about me,” the villain whispered, their breath over the hero’s mouth.

“I’m- sorry.. please— I’ll do-“

The hero jerked and sobbed again as the villain ripped off their blindfold, the light seering their eyes.

“Your begging is pitiful,” they spat.

The hero’s eyes adjusted to the sudden light as they looked up into the villain’s. They jerked their head away. Those same eyes haunted them when the hero slept, even when they thought they were buried deep underground.

The villain grabbed the hero’s chin, digging their nails into the skin and forced their head back up.

“You really thought you could get rid of me?” the villain snapped, venom lacing every syllable.

The hero sniffled, their eyes completely bloodshot from their tears.

“I’m not going anywhere,” the villain whispered with crazy in their eyes, “and neither are you.”

The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out as exhaustion took over their body. Their body stopped fighting, just twitching every so often from the adrenaline. They were slowly accepting their fate.

“I’m keeping you, Darling,” the villain smiled, stroking the hero’s chin, “and I promise you, this time, you’ll never be able to forget me.”

The hero whimpered a slur of incoherent words in response.

The villain loved their hero like this, shaking and on the verge of insanity knowing what things the villain was about to subject them to. It was a sight the villain was going to come back to every single day. They planned to come back every night, keep them tied up, bloodied and bruised, completely helpless and at their mercy. Then afterwards, they’ll really get to work on molding their hero into perfection.

The villain mercilessly tied the hero’s blindfold into a gag, enjoying the way the hero jerked in response, and took a syringe out. Their hero’s eyes winded, as they tried to plead behind the fabric, but the thing was too tight.

They sobbed. The hero knew what was coming next. They remembered, those memories were burned inside of them. Cut into their skin.

“Don’t worry,” they whispered, kissing their hero’s tear and blood-soaked cheek, “I’ll be all you ever think about soon enough.”

They could only cry and try to plead through their eyes, shaking their head. The villain though had no mercy for them whatsoever.

Their hero betrayed them. They stuck a knife in their heart when the villain let themselves believe someone actually cared for them, they finally let themselves trust and their little hero shattered it.

They stuck the syringe right in their scar. Their hero let out a scream of terror covered by the fabric.

Now it was only fair they would shatter them in return.

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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Amnesiac hero, amnesiac hero, amnesiac herooo

(pls)

The kindness of a stranger.

They should’ve never left the side of the stranger that found them.

“Back off!” Hero screamed, the ground shaking underneath their feet, uncontrolled and, to their teammates worry, starting to become a bigger problem than just a mild seism “Get away! Don’t get closer!”

One of the persons, the nameless people Hero could not recognize, stepped closer, all eyes darting to them, the ground cracking all the way to reach them. They lifted their hands in declaration of harmlessness, bowing their head to show vulnerability, to ease Hero from their flight or fight state.

“It’s okay Hero,” they said, voice calm even when their eyes flew between Hero and the ground, watching the cracks spread, the soil splitting open “we’re here to help you, we mean no harm.”

Their eyes were unfocused, blurry with unshed tears, their hands were held high, fists tightly closed and feet heavy on the ground, two trees had already fallen behind the group, no one had turned to watch them, the priority then, when the city laid so near and the quacking was quickly picking up in intensity, was to stop Hero’s power, everything else came second.

Hero shook their head, stare still fixed at the others “I don’t believe you, you…you’re pointing that gun, you want to…”

“It doesn’t mean any harm either,” the same person assured “but your power is quite destructive, we can’t let it get out of control.”

“Then get away! Leave me alone and I’ll, I’ll stop when you leave.”

“Hero, we…”

“Stop calling me that!” Hero screamed “I don’t know who that is, leave me alone, please.”

All the eyes were on them, pitying glances looking at them, concerned, worried, but Hero recognized none. Strangers stared, guns pointed to their chest, to their head, feet careful over the cracks, advancing instead of backing off.

Everything was too much, they wanted to be left alone, those people could not be safe, they could not, ready to attack them, ready to say anything to make Hero lower their guard, leave them vulnerable.

It was too loud all around, it was too bright, they did not know who they were, who the people around them were, where, when, who.

They needed to wait on the kind stranger.

Their hands were trembling, they were trapped. Trapped.

Hero lowered their fists, in a make-shift surrender, the ground stopped its quiaking, only a slight vibration left. As a warning.

“I’ll calm down, I’ll stop,” they said, promised “just leave, leave me alone and I’ll stop.”

“We can’t do that, you’re not safe here. Anyone could take advantage of you like this.”

“I can take care of myself,” Hero answered, “you can’t even get close to me!"

Another person in the group shook their head, slowly, lifting their palm towards them, eyeing one of the gunned men. It was an order, Hero could recognize, an order to shoot.

They were, indeed, not safe.

The quacking restarted, no control left to where the cracks and the opening spreaded, where the ground splitted and crumbled into deep holes, birds flew away in flocks when the trees began shaking, began tumbling side to side ready to detach their roots from the very ground and fall sideways.

Their head hurted so much.

A bullet missed them by little.

Danger, they meant danger.

A tree fell behind the group, then another, right beside them.

They wanted to hurt them, to take them away like the stranger had told them.

Hero could not breathe right.

Hero could not…

“Sweetheart?”

The ground splitted open, breaking a border between Hero and the people before them.

“Villain!” Hero called, cried as they ran towards the other, appearing through the thick foliage

Villain opened their arms, receiving Hero right into them, lowering them both to the ground.

“Are you okay? Who are these people?”

Hero nuzzled their head into the other’s chest.

The quacking stopped with their own trembling.

“I don’t know, they wanted to shoot me, they wanted to take me with them when I didn’t want to.”

Frown eyebrows met the playful gaze Villain gave, a mocking smirk over Hero’s shoulder “Well that simply cannot be, can it? Anyone could take advantage of you now that you’re vulnerable, they cannot mean good while pointing their weapons towards you.”

Hero nodded against Villain’s chest, their clothes already wet with tears.

“Then we should make them leave,” Villain whispered in their ear.

Slowly, Villain left with Hero held tight in their arms, no hurry was there to have, they could not reach them, at the other side of the crater the screams of Hero’s old teammates were too blurry, too far away for either to hear, for either to care, and when Villain began humming, all trace of noise outside them two, was silenced.

Villain had warned them, multiple times, what would happen if their requests were unfulfilled, and if they could get two birds with one stone: reaffirm the reach of their power, the seriousness of their role; and get their favourite of the bunch out of the battlefield before things turned truly violent, they would take that chance.

The look of betrayal and the deep fear towards their team now installed in Hero, as well as the established and growing trust they had towards Villain, was another gratifying side reward they dared not to throw away.

“Thank you,” Hero whispered, head laying in Villain’s lap as the fire crackled in the background.

“For what sweetheart?” Villain answered, tracing the shape of Hero’s nose bridge carefully “you did everything, you are so strong, kept them away from home.”

Hero lifted their arms, cupping Villain’s face “for everything, you were right, and I’m so grateful for all your help until I can figure out what happened to me.”

Villain hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down to kiss Hero’s forehead.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” they answered “they can’t get you anymore.”

And Villain would make sure of that.

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Amnesiac hero, amnesiac hero.

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dr3c0mix · 4 months

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OK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME O-

Yandere knight thats all stoic and stuff but is very open about loving royal!reader

Like this bitch will scold you for leaving his side for 5 minutes, you need to stay near him! Not wander around carelessly!

Hes brutal and ruthless but you bring out that spark of kindness in him

Yan CEO is back on the table, either secretary darling who he denies all feelings for even though he shows a l o t of favoritism towards them or rival ceo darling who he wants to hate but THEYRE SOooOO hOt!!!

Yan emperor and concubine reader? Idk whether i should make him utterly bratty an whiny or zesty✨ like its either “please please please marry me i promise ill give you anything you want plea-“ or the embodiment of the word tease

Yan villain OH MY GOD HES SO SKBDWBJDSNJSB BUT LIKE idk if i want the reader to be a villain as well or a superhero

OHMYGOD ALSO yandere gang x reader where darling finds themself somehow saving a gang of thugs and they instantly fall for them and want to make them their boss, they are on their hands and knees to serve you! You can rule half of the city with them!! Theyre kinda dumb but theyre very very sweet

Also thinking of making a multi yan fic with a neko reader just because <3

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nerdpoe · 5 days

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Danny, due to his biology of being half dead, can eat very questionable things and not die. He decides to start a youtube channel with this.

He buys obvious shitty supplements online, clear and obvious scams, and takes them as directed for a month.

Then he reports what they did to him, and sends the samples to get tested. He's gotten more than a few scammers arrested by providing solid evidence that they used hazardous materials to make their product.

He gets away with this by claiming to have the power of abnormal metabolism, or an "iron stomach", so toxins aren't as likely to hurt him.

One of his viewers sends him an unmarked bottle of pills, saying that if he doesn't take the entire bottle on a livestream, they'll blow up a city.

Danny does his livestream, and goes out of his way to use the entire bottle of pills in extravagant recipes. By the end of it he's created a five course meal, all with the pills cooked/melted in, and it's become a mukbang.

The villain who sent it is watching the livestream pissed off, because they didn't specify how to take the pills, so this technically counts. The heroes they have trapped are losing their minds with concern.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #he gets food poisoning bad enough that he actually has to go to the hospital for a bit from that #but the recipes he made were so good #that when he makes a post on twitter his only caption is “worth it”#dealers choice for the heroes or villains #marvelxdp #dpxmarvel #marvel x dp #dp x marvel #food poisoning tw #pill mention #it started out as a way to discredit all those diet pill companies #and it evolved into a very poisonous mukbang

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satoshy12 · 4 months

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My hero actually DID his job!

It had been a political meeting with the big media, as Vlad had to listen to other citizens talk about their heroes and complain about how they have more supervillains and damage. As a reporter, asked Vlad, the mayor of Amity Park, what he thought about it. He himself didn't talk about villain attacks or similar.

Vlad:" It's not my fault that your heroes are failures."

Yeah Vlad insulted every hero and city just with 1 sentence.

Politician angry from Metropolis:" What the hell are you talking about?"

Vlad:" How many years did your heroes fight their villains in your cities with collateral damage?"

Someone from Gotham said, " Maybe now 20 years maybe more."

Vlad:" The hero in Amity Park only took 1 year to show all his villains the right path, that they dropped being evil, and only once in a while visit to fight the hero without any damage to the city other than that place where they fight."

Vlad had built an Arena for it; it helped both Ghost and Danny fight and train.

Many of them are silent, as if they couldn't believe 1 word to say, " Impossible. Our heroes tried it for so many years."

Vlad:" If your failures did their job, you wouldn't have any villains years ago. So, yes, I don't think your heroes do their jobs."

Vlad then didn't talk anymore about this theme; he got bored of it.

And for the media and politicians, 1 online search and they saw Vlad told the truth... And they were kind of angry and confused. How comes that boy in 1 year fixed all his villain but someone like Superman or Batman wasn't able to do it for years!

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