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letters-unsending · 11 months

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No. 36

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Sick Supervillian and his henchman

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“I am in your debt.”

“You are.” Henchman thumbed the next page of their book. The paper was warped, yellow against Henchman’s satin gloves, and the spine and thready bowels of the book spilled into their supporting hand, whose grip alone kept the novel together. It was one of the few books Henchman had found in the safe house and they’d read it over thrice.

The first time, they’d whispered the passages at Supervillain’s bedside. Over the boil of his fever, Supervillain heard only rolling vowels and consonants, delivered hoarsely, broken by the bruising around Henchman’s throat.

“You may request anything of me and I will do my best to deliver, when I am well enough.” Supervillain propped himself up against his headboard, wincing at the brittleness of his arms and the smarting pull of stitches around his stomach. Henchman watched him over the top of their book. They never disguised their scrutiny, their gaze as sharp as a needlepoint as they assessed his trembling wrists and knotted jaw.

“Your empire has fallen. There is little you can give me that has not already been taken from you,” Henchman sighed, setting down their book on the nightstand. They pulled out a thumb-sized cylinder of dark metal and pressed the pulsing, blue end into Supervillain’s neck. As they read the device’s information, they continued, “and your power may never return fully. Even your body struggles to overcome this poison.”

Supervillain twitched as Henchman ran the device up his neck to the gully of skin between his jaw and ear. The metal burned cold.

“I will recover,” Supervillain vowed, “and I will regrow my empire. I will take back everything from those who have betrayed me.”

Henchman flicked a button on a device. Supervillain yelped as something pierced his skin.

“Focus on staying on staying alive for now.” Henchman frowned at the device’s display before placing in back in its drawer. “We’ll discuss a reward once you’re healthy again.”

Supervillain watched as Henchman curled back into their chair and settled a hand atop their book. They stretched their fingers around over its crumbling cover, but did not pick it up. Instead, they stared down the bedroom door—built of reinforced iron and chewed at the edges by rust—and breathed full, long breaths.

“Henchman.”

As Henchman turned toward him, Supervillain reached out and placed his hand over Henchman’s. Their gloves were soft, silky, and the skin beneath them warm, but their tendons were strung taught, tightening as their fingers clenched around the edge of the book. And Supervillain did not need to look up to know their gaze was sharp, searching and just as tense.

“Read to me,” Supervillain whispered.

“Of course.” Henchman replied, even quieter.

Henchman pulled their hand out from beneath Supervillain’s and took the book with them. They pushed its half-broken spine in, cradled it’s stained pages and wondered how many times they would read it before it finally broke.

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a-dead-tea · 11 months

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Writing Prompt #118

"I am... Tired."

The sentence made Henchman pause from unraveling the blueprints on their boss’s desk.

"Tired, Boss?" they ask, looking up at the seated criminal before them. "Would you like me to come back another time?"

"No. Pushing things off until later won't fix anything," Villain murmurs, resting their head on the back of their hand. “It’s not that kind of tired.”

The henchman’s brows furrow slightly. “...I don’t think I understand.”

The villain lets out a small sigh. “..No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”

There’s a moment of silence that fills the room.

“...I believe I am experiencing burnout, Henchman. …Or maybe I’ve just forgotten what exactly it is I am fighting for. ..I don’t see the point in continuing this cat and mouse chase with Hero anymore.”

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hopelessromanticfantasies · 6 months

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To be honest, I think it would be interesting to write letters to someone as if they were a prince and I were their knight, and we spoke of our secret affection, possibly write each other poetry. Like for real. On Tumblr. Kind of like we were roleplaying. We obviously don't actually have to have feelings for each other or anything like that, but if anyone is interested in acting out a love story between a prince and knight (don't care who's who) or a prince and princess or a prince and servant or anything like that for Tumblr, please tell me! I would love it and I think it would be fun.

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crack-art-n-stuff · 8 months

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Little Lap Dog

"Heros can't save everyone. Villains are proof of that."

You couldn't recall where you first heard that. Nevertheless, it was something that stuck with you. You could call yourself a decent example you supposed. You never begged for a perfect life. All you wanted was to be loved. Something you failed to receive from your family unconditionally. Their love was purely transactional. Bring home accomplishments, you'd receive praise and attention. Bring home anything less, receive cold indifference.

It was fairly similar with your friends. Only there for the good times. People don't love without benefits. Sad, but a reality you came to accept. Sweet words and heartfelt eyes were something you vied for, yet never trusted.

It came to a point where you thought, "If I don't get love or care from anyone, isn't it only right I don't give it to anyone in return?"

This could be called the trigger for the following events.

It didn't take you long to gain notoriety in the dark and grimy world of villainy. Your ruthless actions, coldhearted temperament, but also your charisma. A sweet smile here, honeyed words there. Adaptable and observant, you always seemed to know what to say and to whom.

For someone as young as you, still only in your early 20s, you looked at the world with such callousness. That being said, you knew when and where to acknowledge others. Take your three most loyal henchmen, for example. You treated them fairly, paid them well, and usually treated them fairly humanely.

More than a few lower-level grunts have questioned you about this. You always replied the same. With a lovely smile and cold eyes, you'd say, "Want to be treated the same? Prove you're worthy of such treatment."

That usually kept them quiet and busy, but their sudden increase in injuries also might have contributed.

"You shouldn't worry about it too much, Boss." Amor smiled, cuddling closer to your thighs. "That just proves they aren't good enough."

From his kneels spot on the ground, he nuzzled his cherry-dusted cheek on your leg.

"Want me to get rid of them? You don't need someone so useless. You deserve better."

You gently began to stroke Amor's hair. You didn't want to mess it up after all that time he put into it, but he did speak well. So, you rightfully rewarded him.

He gave you a closed eye smile, in such a peaceful and proud manner. He was always like that.

Your adorable little lap dog, Amor. He always knew when to come running to improve your mood. He was a little stray you picked up on a whim, but he turned out well. Other than his powers, a strength of his was his flowery perfumed words. Though, they were still nothing but words, to you. Whenever he presented you with a bouquet of flowery poetry, you'd hold it in your hands but never accept it. It'd reach your ears, but never your heart.

And it seemed like he knew that.

That had yet to stop him from giving those lovesick eyes. That wide unconscious grin. Those gentle fingers that'd reach out for you.

It was as if knowing you had no love to give, he'd give enough for both of you and then some.

And, over time, it became clear that he wasn't the only one.

#yandere x reader #x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere #yandere male x reader #gender neutral reader #x y/n #yandere henchmen #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #villain reader

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celestiallights515 · 4 months

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Snippet 1

At this point, I've given up trying to only post things I think other people will be happy with, considering it's been, like, a year. So enjoy.

Henchman staggered down the ally, dragging the back of their hand along their cheek as their foot sent ripples along a puddle, rain falling as a mist over the slumbering city. Street lights sent weak rays splashing across the exposed brick walls as movements sent spikes of pain through Henchman's body. They shivered, clutching a flannel to their shoulders that was at least one size too big.

Quick footsteps drew their attention behind them, towards the entrance off the street and away from the deadly silent streets on the other side. Nothing but empty night air met them, and Henchman set their jaw, turning back around and shaking off the adrenaline that shot through their system at the idea of another confrontation. Their prior meeting with Hero them in enough pain as it was.

"Evening."

Henchman leaped half a foot in the air, holding back a startled yelp as they came face to face with Villain, one eyebrow raised at their response. "What are you doing here?" Their voice was far too squeaky, the words far too callous. Villain stalked towards them, eyes already set on the darkening bruise on the side of Henchman's cheekbone.

"I saw the news," Villain answered, still focused on the already-midnight bruise. "I was wondering where you'd gone. No note, no mention, just keys on your desk and phone left on silent." Villain pauses, eyes narrowing as they scanned the rest of Henchman's body. "Then, of course, Right Hand shows me a clip of the news and a certain blondie trying to take down a hero that's been a thorn in my side for far too long. I figured you might run off this way."

"I was only trying to help, boss."

"By throwing yourself into combat unprepared. I wasn't aware you'd developed a death wish. I could've sent you to the cellar to satiate that; you needn't go searching for death at the hands of a hero I despise already."

Henchman floundered for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish, humiliation burning their cheeks hotter than any fire. "I don't--I didn't--"

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Villain demands, cutting Henchman off sharply.

A short, hesitant, mendacious* shake of their head. Villain's eyes call Henchman on their lie, but their mouth stays shut until:

"I'll have Medic check you out at HQ then. Let's go." They offer one hand and Henchman hesitates once more. Another inquisitive look from the Villain as a car passes by the ally, illuminating Villain's eyes and the look of fury within them.

"I really--"

Villain reaches for Henchman's hand before they get the chance to finish, and within the length of a heartbeat, they're standing in the middle of the infirmary of Headquarters, Villain's angry footsteps and overly stiff posture leaving them to contemplate just how badly they messed up.

Part Two

#heroes and villains #villain #henchmen #hero/villain snippet #villain x henchman #villain x right hand #snippet #writing snippet #superheroes #supervillains #Choose your own adventure

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rivalriotrenegade · 1 year

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Super Villain x Civilian

Super villains henchman absolutely love civilian! They’re so sweet and kind, and every Friday afternoon they bring in fresh pastries. Super villain would never admit this out loud, but he was pretty sure the henchman were more loyal to civilian then they were to him at this point.

#Super Villain x Civilian #Villain x Civilian #Villain x hero #villain x reader #(You are the civillian)#Not a prompt #Please reblog #Don't repost tho #Civilian x henchmen #Super villain x reader #(Again you are the civilian)#Writing story #Hero #Villian #Civilian #Reader #Your OC's

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notveryimpressed · 5 months

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Sriracha

Villain: Gather 'round, my nefarious associates! Today, we shall unleash a prank of unparalleled villainy upon those insufferable heroes. The very foundation of their breakfasts shall crumble!

Right Hand: My Lord, are you referring to the diabolical plot involving the jam and the... err, spicy sauce?

Villain: Indeed, Right Hand! I have devised a scheme so devilish that even the most stoic hero will shed a tear over their ruined toast. Behold, we shall replace all their innocent jam bottles with jars of fiery sriracha sauce!

Henchman #1: (snickering) Sriracha sauce, boss? Won't they notice the difference right away?

Villain: That's where you're wrong, my unwitting underling! The labels, yes, the labels shall be our masterpiece. Mittens!

Mittens: (with a tiny villainous cape) Oh, joy. I always wanted to be a cat forger.

Villain: Mittens, you shall forge labels so exquisite, so perfect, that the heroes won't suspect a thing! I want the labels to scream "premium, extra-fancy jam" while concealing the fiery truth within.

Right Hand: (suppressing laughter) My Lord, isn't Mittens more skilled in knocking things off tables than label forgery?

Villain: Nonsense! I have seen Mittens weave her devious paws through the most intricate tasks. She once unraveled the hero's secret meeting plans by batting a ball of yarn across their secret files!

Mittens: (proudly) Meow.

Henchman #2: (snickering) But boss, what if they taste the sauce and realize it's not jam?

Villain: Ah, my dear simpleton, that's where our pièce de résistance comes in. Scientist!

Scientist: (entering with a clipboard) You called, my villainous overlord?

Villain: Scientist, you shall concoct a special potion that numbs the taste buds temporarily! Just enough for the heroes to savor the sweet anticipation before the fiery revelation.

Scientist: (scribbling notes) Numbing potion, understood. How long should the effect last?

Villain: Long enough for them to question their very existence, but short enough for them to recover before they suspect foul play.

Right Hand: (trying not to laugh) Brilliant, my Lord. A scheme so devious, even the heroes won't see it coming.

Henchman #1: (chuckles) And they'll be wondering if their taste buds have turned traitor!

Villain: Precisely! Now, to action, my minions! Mittens, forge those labels. Scientist, brew that potion. Henchmen, prepare for a raid on the hero's breakfast nooks!

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writeblr #writing snippet #villain #hero and villain #hero x villain community #hero #supervillain #hero/villain #righthand #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #villain x right hand #mittens #villain x henchman #henchmen #villain x scientist

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gingerly-writing · 1 year

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Prompt #3270

“You’ve been absent from the scene for weeks. What the hell are you planning?”

“...well if you must know, I’ve been trying to set two of my henchmen up on a date. Turns out I’m much better at robbing banks than sparking romance, but I’m determined. Wanna help?”

#prompt #my prompt #heroes and villains #matchmaking #henchmen #henchman x henchman

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thebisexualmess-19 · 8 months

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Villain was tired that was for certain but seeing his little henchmen being ridiculous and hanging from the chandelier in the middle of the big room before the front door singing the song “Man Eater” with their head phones on with that stupid little smile made villain annoyingly happy and smilingly.

Especially when henchmen realized they were being watched and immediately got down and bowed throwing out sorry s and forgive me’s that only made villain walk down the stairs, gently grab their jaw and kiss them.

“Just don’t break anything Angel.” Villain chuckles walking into the kitchen leaving a very flustered and confused blushing henchman in the main lobby.

#writerscommunity #writing ideas #writeblr #dialogue prompt #fypage #hero x villain #writing #fypシ #foryou #fyp #villain #villains and heroes #writing snippet #henchmen x villain

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writing-to-survive · 1 year

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#26

"[Sidekick], my friend, you don't want to do this," the [Villain's henchman] says.

[Sidekick] looks over to [henchman]. They've been friends since they both started working with [Hero] and [Villain].

"What?" [Sidekick] asks. One of his hands is pointing at [Supervillain], sharp pieces of glass, and rock inches from their face. "They hurt [Hero]. They have to pay for what they did!"

"I know!" [Henchman] quickly yells as [Sidekick] begins to turn away. "But killing them isn't the way to go about this. At least not for you.

[Sidekick] blurts out a deflated laugh. Tears fill their eyes, and they begin to shake. [Henchman] catches a look from [Superhero], who earlier tried to stop [Sidekick] and failed. [Henchman] has never seen this power from [Sidekick]. It scared them.

"You're literally a criminal, and you're telling me when it's wrong to kill? [Sidekick] snaps. The rock and glass get closer to [Supervillain]'s face, slightly pricking them.

"Yes. Killing [Supervillain] gives them exactly what they want," [Henchman] counters.

"Killing them means ending their rain of terror!" [Sidekick] cries.

"You're wrong [Sidekick]. I've met more big bad villains than you," [Henchman] states. "Once a villain is killed by a hero, they know that they've driven that hero mad enough to completely forget their morals. That's when a villain knows they truly won. And that's when the hero loses control of themselves."

Sobs escape [Sidekick]'s mouth as they tremble. That sensitive, heroic side of [Sidekick] that [Henchman] has grown to love slowly comes back.

[Sidekick]'s knees buckle, and they fall to the ground. Before they fall face down in rubble, [Henchman] catches them and cradles them in their arms. The glass and rock fall back on the ground. [Supervillain] is too stunned to move.

As [Sidekick] cries, [Henchman] holds them, allowing them to let it all out.

"You are not a killer, [Sidekick]. You're too dorky and sweet for that," [Henchman] comforts, earning a small laugh from [Sidekick]. "Let's leave the idea of killing and revenge for when we're older. What do you say, dude?"

[Sidekick] nods, letting themselves relax in [Hechman]'s arms.

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6leafypot9 · 2 years

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Hero & Villain Pair Ideas

*Just some pairing ideas for this damn thing cause I’ve been sucked into it by prompts and fics.*

Anti-Hero x Anti-Villain -

They make out on the first meeting, Hero could care less about Villain’s goals and encourages it.

Retired!Hero x Thief!Civilian -

Civilian currently being chased by the people they robbed, they bump into Hero and suddenly, Civilian has a sugar daddy.

Monster!Villain x Police!Civilian x Flirty!Henchman -

Henchman meets Civilian and instantly thought they were hot. Villain wanted to see why his lackey was, well, lacking. Chaos ensues.

Protective!Henchman x Theif!Civilian -

Both of them were trying to rob the same person, Civilian got it first, and the game of cat and mouse started.

Chaotic!Villain x Anti-Villain -

Wanting to achieve a world with no government, Anti-Villain goes to seek help from Villain, they agree, and now the city is covered in glitter.

Exasparated!Vigilante x Dramatic!Villain -

Villain thinks the fights they have with Vigilante are dates, and Vigilante doesn’t have the heart to tell them.

Flirty!Henchman x Perfect!Henchman -

Flirty makes it his daily routine to make Perfect blush and Perfect just wants to get his job over with and not get killed by the big boss.

Superhero x Police!Civilian -

Civilian helped Hero with capturing a robber, Hero falls in love and tries to win Civilians love, the problem is Civilian is too busy to realize that.

Teacher!Civilian x Barista!Civilian -

Just two Civilians somehow caught in the crossfire of the hero and villain society.

Protective!Henchman x Flirty!Henchman -

Protective fell in love with Flirty, not that they’ll admit it, and what’s the point of saying it if they already knew?

*Dunno, just wanted to share my ideas before my brain explodes, might think of more.*

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mirohtron · 1 year

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merry chrysler i joined a secret santa thing hosted by crewe (@creweemmaeec11) love u crewe anyway I'm writing for @auratusaria hi hello

their prompt was: Supervillain isn't the type of person to celebrate the holidays, but villain and their henchmen want to show their appreciation for Supervillain being the best boss they could ever have so they plan a secret Christmas party! The villain could drag any heroes along too for it as well.

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The betrayal went like this: the hero, leaning against the wall, panting, exhausted of all their powers, yet satisfied and content. The villain, leaning on the wall opposing them, them, too, exhausted, overexerted, but eyeing them curiously, unusual creature they were.

"Oh, fuck," wheezed the hero, leaning on their weapon. "God, those minions were terrible. Uhm. Is this it?"

"For us." The villain leaned up from the wall, paying no mind to their exhaustion. They were like that. A little robotic, forgetting they had a human body sometimes. The hero assumed they were going to work more. Poor thing. The hero eyed the corpses on the ground.

"And for you?"

"I'm not done," they said. "Not with you, at least." And after saying that, they knocked the hero out with the butt of their gun. Splendid. Perfect.

The hero woke up mad that they felt well-rested and ready to curse the villain out with all their fury. Unfortunately, they couldn't do that, because the villain slept soundly beside them on the bed their wrists were cuffed to--and it was already a very obvious courtesy that the villain cuffed them to something as comfortable as a bed--and the hero knew how horrible the villain was at taking care of themselves. They wouldn't be so cruel as to wake them up.

But still. The hero cursed the villain out in their mind. In fact, as they soundlessly tugged on the handcuffs and looked around for anything to pick them with, they busied their very hyperactive mind to come up with insults and lectures they'd spill onto the villain the second that they woke up. You two-faced buffoon. You... you... disappointment? Damn it. You shitfaced brick wall. That was a little funny.

The hero twisted their wrist a little wrong and made the chains of the cuffs clink together too loudly. The villain jolted awake at once and stared at them a little like a deer in headlights on the offensive, ready to jump onto the hood of the car. Then they quickly caught themselves and their usual annoying sangfroid slipped back into them.

"Oh. It's just you."

"Just me?" The hero's hackles rose as they watched the villain get up from the bed and slowly strip. What, like this was a one-night stand? "You brat! You could've given me a concussion!"

The villain looked back at them, bemused, as they unbuttoned the top of their uniform. "No, I know where to hit to give you a concussion and where to hit to not give you a concussion. It was uploaded in my memory before I was changed to this body."

"Brat!"

The villain's brows furrowed for just a moment as they thought of an insult back. "Loser."

"Cunt!"

The villain looked off into the distance, deep in thought, before they nodded their head in approval. "Whore."

The hero gasped. They watched the villain make their way to some wardrobe to the side of the room and fish out a button-up, shucking it over their shoulders like a jacket. "Wait. Is this a warehouse? You can't experiment on me--"

"It's not a warehouse. And your consent wouldn't matter," they added as an afterthought. "It's supervillain's compound." The hero gasped again, then went to pull the damn handcuffs off of their wrists with fervour. "Calm down. You won't be, like, Christmas Turkey, or whatever."

The fact that the villain was using filler words such as whatever and or, like was a serious smack in the face. But the hero had bigger problems. "Then?"

The villain finished buttoning up their shirt and rolled their shoulders now that they were in more comfortable fabrics. The hero heard a bone pop and the villain stared at their own shoulder in alarm, still not used to their human body, before they quickly muttered an oh and moved on. They hummed in thought, which was very odd and concerning because they rarely ever paused to think because their brain was so fast. They tapped the side of the wardrobe doors and looked back at the hero. "You're boss's favourite hero."

"So I'm a Christmas present?!"

"No." The villain frowned. The hero had to admit, the frown was a little adorable on their usually serious face. "You're a...hm, I suppose you can be called a guest."

"A guest to an all-villain party. Only hero. How amazing."

"Not all-villain." The villain raised up a finger. "That fireball-blasting vigilante's going to be there."

"Oh. Okay. That one's head over heels for me." The villain blinked in the hero's peripherals. "All right. So what's the party about?"

"Christmas."

"I know, stupid, but why are you guys hosting it?"

For a beat the villain stayed silent. Then they stared at the ground and then the bed sheets and anywhere else but at the hero's face. They walked to the bed and sat down and the hero saw that the tips of their ears were pink. That put the hero off to a very great degree, but it wasn't bad. The hero often thought that it was endearing whenever they found a new idiosyncrasy in the villain because of their human body.

"Well, supervillain made me," the villain said. "They gave me terabytes of information to preserve and keep and then they risked losing all of it just to save me with a human body. I have to give them something back somehow. This is the only good place I know to start from. They barely ever stop working."

...oh. The hero suddenly felt the very urgent compulsion to hold the villain's human face in their hands. Would the flush in their ears travel down to their cheeks if they did that? The hero quickly exhaled. Don't think. Do not think.

"Anyway." The villain quickly picked themselves up and got up from the bed for the second time that day. "Their henchman is also very eager to give back their generosity somehow. I'm kind of competing against them for best employee. And you're supervillain's favourite toy."

"That's so dehumanizing. So dehumanizing. You of all people should understand that."

The villain cocked their head to the side. The hero didn't think that the villain knew how endearing the confused tic was.

The hero shook their cuffs. "Well, get me out of these. We've got a party to fix, right?"

The villain eagerly nodded their head. "The best Christmas party ever."

#i have not writtten hxv in a hot min #mmm joints r rusty i must say #hero x villain #villain x hero #henchman and villain #henchmen and villains #heroes and villains #villains #christmas party #kyles.writing

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lokiandpeter554 · 1 year

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im a sucker for (part 2, heroxvillain edition):

villains who cant remember the last time someone is kind to them

villains or heroes with bad memory issues

villains with lairs that are so comfortable you’d think that’s where they live

heroes who found home in their villains

hopeless romantic villains

male villains who wears corsets and heels and makeup

villains and heroes who are swifties

villains who loves cats

villains who are literally the personification of “Bejeweled” (by Taylor Swift)

villains that the public loves

villains who sings under their breath when they think no one is with them

heroes that are genuine friends with villains outside the mask

heroes doing their homework during patrol (…and maybe villain spotting them and coming over to help and tutor them)

villains who have deep voices

hero being villain’s favorite

the public interacting with villain and hero like they didn’t just beat the shit out of each other for fun

heroes and villains who became each other’s enemies for shit and giggles

villains becoming villains just because their bored and wants to fight the…government maybe???

villains who becomes villains just for shits and giggles

villains who is a hairstylist and makeup artist

^+hero’s personal hairstylist and makeup artist. …villain hired themself. not hero.

villains who were once martial artist and became a villain just to put those skills to use.

hero taking villains to ice cream shops or starbucks after battling them

hero and villain who just chills with each other 50% of the time they’re together

villain just sleeping in a rooftop and hero looking after them just to make sure nothing bad happens

villains who acts like a cat 99% of the time

villain who may or may not own a fuckton of plushies (fuckton = thousands??? wtf villain?)

villain who often cuddles with hero just because

villains who has a sweet tooth

theater kid villains

heroes dealing with villains like if they didnt they might just hurt somebody

villains who often spill the tea to their henchmen

villains and henchmen who are crackheads

henchmen and sidekick bonding just because villain and hero leaves them alone with each other to do their stuff

villain who has a reptilian friend

villains who are practically snow white

animals who loves villain/hero

mom friend villain

older sibling villain

villain who acts like moms

villains who are literally the mother figure to their henchmens

villains who makes sure their dear heroes are taking care of themself

wine mom villain

wine aunt villain

villains who are like an exhausted mom of 3

#hero x villain #hero x villain prompt #villain #exhausted villain #henchmen #sidekick

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ladyathenawisdom · 2 years

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Dandelions and Control Pt. 2

Warnings: Past Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Past emotional Abuse, Language, forced marriage.

Pt. 3

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"I wanna make a deal."

Hero looked up from where she standing, she was out in the balcony in her new room since the two newly wedded couple wouldn't and didn't want to share a room.

It was a fairly large, bigger than her room in her apartment, that was for sure. There was very large walk in closet which was empty, except for her clothes which only fit in a small portion in the whole closet.

The bathroom was also nice, there was a nice big tub, a jacuzzi, a elegant glass shower with a mirror and decent looking decorative things. The curtains were clear, showing the shower itself. There was also a bench in between the sinks and the small table and baskets for laundry and other accessories.

The bedroom itself was pretty amazing. The bed large enough for atleast five people, the pillows soft and fluffy, the sheets silver and black. The walls painted a light shade of gray with black lamps. The windows were fairy normal with black curtains, along with a small balcony.

Fair to say was that she would never run out of material things.

"What?" Hero asks in confusion, turning to him.

Supervillain slowly walks inside the dimly lot room, staring at Hero who stood right in the light of the moon. She looked beautiful. He shook these thoughts away and moved around the few boxes in the room that still weren't unpacked.

He then joins her on the balcony, staring at the dark night sky. The airspace was clear, except for the fact that it was lit with stars and a few clouds were floating above.

The moon was full, and it was a view Hero would not forget. She had never seen the moon in such a pretty position, considering, her bedroom was on the second floor of a mansion.

She turned to him, frowning. "What deal?" She questions, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Supervillain clears his throat. "I wanna make a deal with you, Hero." He turns to her, choosing his words carefully. "I know that this.....marriage.....is not what you want, me either for the fact but both of us are now married. The treaty will not change, nor will it stop it. It was futile,"

"Is there a point to all of this?" Hero asks, letting out a sigh. She twiddles with the jewelry on her hands and wrists, eager to have them off along withe the dress and heels.

Supervillain stares at her, glancing away and clenching his jaw. "Look, I know we don't have the best relationship but I do believe in marriage, and know I do not like cheaters nor do I like divorces." He states.

Hero looks away but still listens carefully. "I would never cheat, even if this marriage is against our will,"

Supervillain slowly nods. "Look, our marriage is just a show for everyone, we'll keep our end of the bargain... for a few months before we start attacking." He shrugs, leaning against the railing. "Not that the Heroes could stop us since your not there anymore, you were clearly the brains. They gave you away, their loss, our gain."

Hero cracks a small smile.

Supervillain smiles back at her, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. He looked tired, like he had aged a millions year up. He wasn't the same conceited, laid back, cold, full of amusement villain that she knew. He looked like a guy who had lost his freedom.

Still, Hero listened carefully.

"Our..." Supervillain starts, hesitatinly. "...relationship. It's not ideal with me being a villlain and you being a hero. But I don't want our relationship to be disastrous either,"

"Then what?" Hero asks, she then proceeded to take the gloves off since they were bothering her. The cold air felt nice against her bare arms, the gloves had been long and reached past her elbows.

"We should have a mutual respect for each other, in public and in...private." He trails off, shifting in his stance. "Although this may not be what we want, I want us not to hate each other. We will have respect for each other, but don't try to stop me from doing villain stuff, nor will I stop you from doing anything you want."

Hero stares at him before slowly nodding. "Trust me, I have no intention to stop you or the other villains, not anymore." She says bitterly, looking away.

Supervillain stares at her, surprised.

She glances at him. "Don't look at me like that, he abandoned me. I couldn't see it before, maybe because I was so blind, but Superhero was never trying to help me." She swallows hard, fisting her hands. "He left me. He betrayed me. You and your friends can do whatever you want," she looks away.

Supervillain frowns as he watches her. He didn't like Superhero, no scratch that, he hated his nemesis. But now seeing the fight leaving Hero's eyes, he felt pure hatred for Superhero.

Hero glances at him. "I won't stop you. What else?"

"You can have whatever you want," Supervillain tells her, looking out in the distance. "Nothing can put a dent in my bank account, so you can buy whatever you want. Do whatever you want,"

"I'm not a material girl." Hero mutters with a shrug. "But okay."

Supervillain bites his lip, letting out a sigh. "I can't promise you that you'll be happy here, but I will try to make you happy. And," he adds hesitatinly. "You will be protected here. I will always protect you,"

Hero frowns and looks at Supervillain.

He looked like he was remembering something. His eyes were cast in the distance, in a daze of some kind. It was like he was in a memory of some sort, remembering something.

She didn't say anything. Unlike other times, the silence between them was comfortable. Hero could distinctively remember when she and her team used to get captured by Supervillain, her team would do the talking with Supervillain.

She would usually say silent, but she could always feel his eyes on her. Always.

...............

"You know you'll never win," Leader smirks, he may have been handcuffed like his teammates and on his knees but that did nothing to conceal his arrogance.

Supervillain only stared at him, his eyes raised and cold amusement on his face. He leant back his desk in his office, staring at the team of Heroes.

Leader was in front of them, on his knees since he was the main hero. Other Hero, Other Hero 2, Youngest and Hero were in the background, stood behind their so called Leader.

Supervillain could see that Other Hero was glaring at him, her eyes narrowed with disgust. She was trying to discreetly break free but she couldn't, and she was doing a bad job at it.

Other Hero 2 was also trying to break free, in his gaze was arrogance. He kept looking back ans forth between him and Leader, his lips pursued.

Youngest looked scared, however she did well to hide it, a futile attempt since she was shaking with fear but it was honorable.

The only smart person on the team, from what Supervillain could gather, was Hero. She had stayed silent and had been observing everything silently, looking around and she wasn't trying to break free. A smart move on her part.

She didn't look scared, she instead looked annoyed, she looked absolutely done with her Leader. But for some reason, she had stayed silent and instead watched her Leader babble stupid stuff.

Supervillain was starting to like this Hero. Every time he saw her, she had stayed silent and was always observing everything. She was smart and intellectual. Something he could tolerate.

"And why pray tell, will that happen?" Supervillain asks, cocking his eyebrow.

Leader grins. "Because villains are always destined to lose. Our organization will come for us."

"Like hell they will," Supervillain heard Hero mutter under her breath. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk growing on his face.

He looks at Leader. "Hmm, you may be leader but your not the brains, no, your too stupid for that." He rolls his eyes.

Leader clenched his jaw, glaring at him.

Supervillain looks at Hero. "You however, unlike your incompetent team, look smart enough." He smirks. "Tell me, do you think you'll get out of here."

Hero blinks. No one ever talked to her, she was only ever a background hero. She hesitatinly glances at her leader.

"Why are you looking at him?" Supervillain asks. "I asked you the question. Not your dumb leader."

"Hey!" Leader protests. "I'm the team leader, not her!" He snaps, clenching his jaw.

Supervillain raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He mocks with a chuckle, he glances around tye room at his people. "Because here I thought the hero organization tasks the smartest people as the leader, not the dumbest. Look like I was wrong," he shakes his head. "Because to be honest, she looks like the smartest."

Laughter rang around the room.

"Sweetheart," Supervillain says turning to Hero. "You didn't answer my question." He raises an eyebrow at her, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"No, I don't." Hero answers.

"Hero, what the fuck?" Other Hero asks with a glare.

Hero ignores her. "We can't escape because at the front of your lair you have a two key system which can only be opened by your recna scan, your eye scan to be specific. And most, or well, all of your guards have a gun which is a MG3 Machine Gun, which can be dangerous." She nods to the guards.

"Your lair also has a set of traps, the staircase has a sensitive system which can determine if someone is running and can, therefore turn into a slide or trap them with a net." She explains.

Her team gawks at her.

"Each door in your lair has a lock with a pin, which we do not know. All the windows are probably, most likely, locked and even if they are unlocked, they will most likely hold a trap of some sort. Your guards also carry stabs which guess also have a lightning shock or taser in them which can be used to shock people. Your guards also know how to fight with a sword due to their marks, they have calluses on their hands, I have the same calluses. Your also too smug, which can mean you can fight each of us and defeat us easily. And this room, I'm betting, has a touch system too." She smiles. "Each hallway also has a camera, which can also help you to see us if we mayhe even escape, and that is a hard maybe."

Everyone stares at her, one of the guards shifts uncomfortably.

Henchmen stares at her, his lips parted, he looks around before looking at his boss.

Supervillain stares at her, his gaze cold before he smirks with amusement. He slowly brings his hands up and together and claps, an impressed look on his face.

Leader stares at her, his eyes wide with shock while Youngest stares at her with awe. Other Hero stays silent but she gulps. Other Hero 2 stares at Hero, his eyes wide.

"Was I right?" Hero asks, raising an eyebrow. She smiles at Supervillain, leaning back on her feet.

"I knew you were the brains. I knew you were smart but not at this point," Supervillain grins, he stands up and goes to stand in front of her, impressed. "And yes, you were right." He whispers.

Hero smiles.

He slowly raised his hand and caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes. "How would you feel to join me? I could certainly use you on my side." He asks, his tone gentle and soft, his eyes boring into hers.

Hero stares at him, her cheeks heating up but she composes herself.

"The fuck?" Other Hero asks, looking wise eyed. She looks at Hero with a glare.

"Hero...." Leader glares at her, why couldn't she have stayed silent?

"Tempting, but no." Hero backs away, narrowing her pretty eyes at him. "Never in my life."

Supervillain pouts. "I've never been rejected before, hmm, oh well." He shrugs. "Maybe next time," he winks. "I'll see you soon, Hero, along with your dumb team." He smirks.

"Hey, we're right here!" Other Hero 2 snaps.

"Oh," Supervillain breathes. "I know. See you next time, Hero." He smiles.

............

There meeting may have not been ideal but she had certainly caught his eyes, he had been impressed with her from the beginning. He had observed her.

Unlike other Heroes, she didn't judge villains based on what they did. She didn't care if they were a villain or not, she helped them no matter what. And she didn't do it for the glory.

Supervillain looks at her. "I'll leave you too it," he says before turning around and walking out of the room. The door closed behind him.

Hero sighs and looks back at the sky, her eyes flashing with contempt.

Would this be her life now? Living with the city's most dangerous and notorious Supervillain? Being married to him? Why would this even matter?

Would they even care? No, she supposed not. She didn't like him, not that much, but she tolerated him better than the other villains. He might have been dangerous and a killer, but she knew him.

Unlike other villains and supervillains, he had morals. No innocents or children involved. She knew that because she had seen it firsthand, she had kept an eye on him. He was somewhat....good.

That felt weird. Saying he was good.

Hero shakes her head, no, she supposed she wouldn't ever get used to it.

Being married to Supervillain, she guessed would be a nightmare. She swallows hard, she's always hated crying, she thought it made her weak.

Stop crying, it's weak.

Weak people, cry, Hero. Are you weak?

Stop. Crying!

She heard Superhero's voice in her head, along with the familar slash of the whip. She still had the bruises.

It was all her fault. The bruises were all her fault, every failure, every time she failed. Every time she was weak. Perhaps Superhero was right, she had to keep Supervillain happy so he didn't attack the city.

But nothing could stop the Villains. Would Superhero blame her? Would he hurt her again? Would he punish her?

But he couldn't. She would be protected here. But what about everywhere else? Was she still technically a Hero?

Why was all of this so confusing? She shakes her head and decides to sleep on it. After changing of course.

....

The next morning when she gets up and gets ready, she walks down the stairs to see in the living room, Henchmen on the sofa.

He looked busy with paperwork around on the table. She looks around, seeing that the mansion was empty. She spots a few maids cleaning and setting stuff up but no one else.

"Morning." Henchmen tells her with a smile, he grabs hid glass of what wither seemed to he bourbon or whiskey and took a sip.

"Morning." Hero answers tightly, she plays with the short white dress she had on. The sleeves were short and ruffled and the length was just aobe her knees, she wore matching white heels. "Where's Supervillain?" She asks, sitting across from him.

She sees a maid bring out a plate with a croissant and a chocolate chip muffin with a large cup of coffee. "Thank you," she smiles kindly at the maid.

The maid only nods fearfully.

Hero watches her go with a frown, she turns back to Henchmen.

"Supervillain was called on urgent business." Henchmen smiles at her awkwardly. "He left super early in the morning, he'll be back in a week."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Henchmen smiles. "Sorry about that.":

"Why be sorry? It's not like we like each other," Hero shrugs and picks up the muffin.

Henchmen slowly nods, however a frown grows on his face as he watches his boss' wife eat her breakfast. He knew that the two didn't really, well, like each other. I mean, they were enemies of course. On opposite sides.

But that wasn't the case anymore. No, it wasn't. Hero was married to Supervillain now. That meant she was on their side, on his side now. Probably.

That meant that they would have to get along. Henchmen wasn't thinking like romance and stuff, not yet anyway. Maybe get along like friends or something like partners, but they would have to get along.

He wondered what would happen in the future?

Only time could tell.

"What's your favorite flower?" Henchmen all of a sudden asks.

Hero raises an eyebrow.

"What?" Henchmen shrugs. "I'm saying if we're gonna be family and shit like that, we should get to know each other."

Hero stares at him for a few seconds. "Dandelions. I like Dandelions." She smiles. "White is my favorite color."

"Gray is mine,"

"Obviously." Hero snorts.

Henchmen laughs. Yeah, he has a feeling that wuth Hero here, things will be looking brighter already.

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