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pendarling · 6 months
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Loving Names
Hero was perplexed when Villain stopped calling them by their terms of endearment. Things like “honey,” “love,” or “sweetheart,” had made them melt, but they’d never dare show interest to an enemy like that. They were just curious as to why, that’s all.
It was just a bit strange now that they realized after their last few battles with Villain, all the nicknames had disappeared entirely.
In the time they met Villain they always knew there was just something about them that drew them closer. It wasn’t just the way Villain affectionately talked them up or the small remarks that gave them butterflies but also the hints of deeper feelings they left for them with every banter.
It all tore at their heart, of course they can’t openly say something so embarrassing. A hero’s job was to protect the city and its citizens from villains and this one was no exception.
So Hero never reciprocated the behaviour. They couldn’t let themselves become caught up in the emotional drama Villain was leading them in.
At least they should’ve saw it coming. They should’ve known that after denying Villain from the satisfaction of ever knowing how they felt, that Villain would eventually stop pursuing. They would stop the flirting and the lingering gazes. The gentle but brief touches and the high risk close combat that gave Villain a chance to speak soft poems to them.
It was like a reset button had been pressed and Villain immediately returned to how things initially were when they first met.
For that, Hero felt great regret.
Which is why they were planning on confronting them.
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They found Villain sitting casually at the scene of another crime. It almost seemed unusually quicker than normal. It would take at least an hour to detect Villain at any of these attacks, but it looked like the universe had something else in mind.
Determination pushed Hero toward their nemesis, the question still boiling deep inside them.
Hero walked behind them as the other idly sat on the roof, their feet dangling at its edge. “Villain,” they spoke.
They rose from their position, and turned to look at them with sly eyes. “Just in time. Shall we continue where we left off?”
Without much hesitation, Hero pulled out their weapon and readied themselves for the dance they’ve grown so familiar with.
Villain closed the gap and swung in their direction; their hand aiming for their gut. They quickly blocked the attack and backed up, a swift kick sent them back and let Hero breathe momentarily.
As the battle continued against Villain, their heart began to race out of anticipation for the promised conversation. It would be awkward at first, but as soon as they could get it out they would play it all off cool.
“What’s got your mind wandering?” Villain shoved Hero to ground as quickly as they tugged the weapon out of their grasp.
At first, they didn’t acknowledge the concern, but figured if anything, now would be the time to ask. Their eyes warily stared at Villain’s mischievous mask, though words began to fail them, “Uh…” it had to be now. They couldn’t let this stress take hold of them any longer.
The criminal stood just a few feet from them with a curious glint. They were certain they knew exactly what Hero was going to ask.
“I noticed…” Their voice was a lot shakier as they stood, “That you stopped with all the… names.” Their gaze stayed glued to the ground as their face grew hotter.
Villain hummed with an expression that lightened up instantly. “Oh, what do you mean?”
So they were going to play stupid. Was this some kind of punishment for not giving the reciprocation they were looking for?
They should’ve known and yet…
“You know…” They wiped their sweating hands onto their suit. “You always had a way with words.”
“I don’t seem to know what you’re talking about, Hero.”
They pouted slightly at the responses, “How do you not know? You’ve always called me… other things…” They trailed off. Just how long was Villain intending to keep them in this agonizing situation?
A laughter echoed which sent their head spiralling. Villain moved closer, their steps were quiet enough to match any predator. “I’m starting to think there’s something you want from me. I wonder what it is?~”
Hero tightened their lips. Maybe they should’ve kept their mouth shut after all. “I’m only asking a question.”
Villain circled them, still putting on their clueless face, “I can’t answer a question if you won’t make it clearer for me.” They shrugged. The enemy was no where in sight, though they could sense Villain stalking behind them.
A ghostly touch climbed up their spine. With their shoulders tense, Hero spun around to face Villain who was only inches from them. “W-what!?” They stammered.
“You always keep me waiting, Hero. Always guessing your motives.” From their expression Hero caught something change, “A never ending cycle of not knowing…”
They sighed, their heart still hammering in their chest, “Did I do something to upset you? To make you stop… with the terms of endearment?”
Lips curled slowly upwards at their questions. “Oh. So you did like them after all.” They chuckled warmly. “Did you enjoy having cute pet names?”
Hero took several steps back, “What? No!”
“Alright. Then I guess there shouldn’t be a problem then if I stop—”
“No, don’t!” It came out unexpectedly from them. It was enough to make Villain’s eyes go wide, and the air to grow thicker.
Their thoughts tugged at them again, they didn’t want Villain to just stop but they also hated to admit they loved it.
“So you don’t want me to stop? Why?” They chuckled.
Damn it. Villain knew exactly what they were doing.
Their mind fumbled to grab the words they needed to play it all naturally.
“Why? Because uhm…”
“C’mon. I know you can say it for me~”
They nervously tapped their foot to the ground, “Fine…” They said through clenched teeth, “I liked it.”
“You mean you loved it, right?”
They nodded.
Their nemesis’ laughter didn’t stop though, it only increased from there. Villain always went overboard with their teasing. “You loved what?” They leaned in closer.
Their hands tightened into a fist this time, eyes shut as their head hung low. It felt so shameful and exhausting to keep this up. “I loved it when… you call me… your love.”
“Aww… so you aren’t as heartless as it seems” Villain lifted Hero’s chin and brushed the hair from their face, “That’s all I needed to hear from you, my little dove.”
Oh, and there it was again. That satisfying tingle against their skin. That rush of dopamine and excitement.
Villain sensed their change in mood and smiled confidently, “You really take advantage of these pet names, don’t you?”
“Only from you.” Their head tilted into Villain’s palm.
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whumpasaurus101 · 9 months
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Villain’s arm snaked around Hero’s waist, dragging them closer, “My, my darling… just what do we have here?”
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wordswithloveee · 6 months
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If you live long enough, you’ll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you’ll be a better person. 
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Prompt #3
Villain bit their lip anxiously as they watched the hero storm off angrily mid-fight.
“Wait!” Villain called out in a desperate attempt to get the hero’s attention. They knew it likely wouldn’t work though. The hero had finally snapped. After years upon years of working their tail off for a thankless job, they were over it.
“Villain, I’m done.” Hero bit out as they hastily snapped around to face the villain, their teeth gritting against each other in frustration. Villain flinched, causing them to stumble backwards by a step. 
“You can’t just be done, there are people who need saving!” Villain cried out as they gestured vaguely around them. There was nobody there though. Just the concept of people, a desperate villain, and a bitter hero. 
“Fine. You save them.” Hero growled as they turned their back on the villain once more. “I’m so tired, do you realize how exhausting this job is?” Hero sighed as they halted. 
“And I’m not exhausted? I have to make elaborate plans and then get my ass beat.” Villain huffed as they folded their arms across their chest.
“Well then maybe this is for the best. You won’t be getting your ass beat anymore, and I won't be stuck in this endless loop of doing the ass beating.” 
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mirohtron · 1 year
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Commitment issues hero X desperate Villain
their world was falling apart.
"you're a liar," whispered the villain.
the hero stared down at them. before they'd been coaxed into sleep, the fire had made the hero's brown eyes look warm and gentle and embracing. but that was back when they were pretending, when the villain believed the hero wouldn't leave, wouldn't dare think of leaving.
the hero looked utterly cold right now.
"i thought--i thought this was worth it," the villain went on. their throat felt tight. there was a void yawning open inside them, because nothing could've prepared them for this. for this hard outer shell to bounce back out when they'd tried to coax the hero out of it with aching patience. "you know how corrupt your people are." the villain took in a quivering breath. "you can't. we can be so great. please."
the hero's brow twitched. their gaze faltered. the villain went straight for it.
"you're so beautiful it hurts." i love you so much it hurts. "i want us so badly. please. listen to me."
"i'm listening." of course they were. the coward wouldn't even look them in the eye. "we can't go on."
the villain took in a short, shuddering breath like they'd been stabbed. then there was silence, and the hero's painful apology was echoing. but they didn't voice it. of course they didn't fucking voice it.
"you know how the stories go."
"this isn't a story," the villain said through teeth.
"i have to leave."
"you can stay!" it came out weaker than intended. the villain squeezed their eyes shut and felt weak tears roll down their face. everything spun around like a carousel going too fast.
everything burned. their heart ached with it. the hero had been so sweet just a couple hours back, what had changed? something the villain said? their hero's stupid brain said something?
the villain took in another quivering breath. they thought of holding on to the hero's jeans pathetically. as if that would do anything.
they always left. always. they'd been foolish enough to think that the hero would be different, but still. this one couldn't leave. they just couldn't. the two had gone through so much.
"i almost died for you," whispered the villain. "why are you leaving? i almost died for you! i would've died for you happily. i would've given myself away freely if it meant you could live on." but the hero had saved them. they'd taken care of them through their convalescence and handled their horrible parts with burning affection. "i'd kill for you--"
the hero snapped their gaze up. "i can't love you."
the villain stopped dead.
"i can't." the hero shook their head. "not someone like you. i--" their voice turned choking, then they swallowed hard. "you're relentless. your foundations are so... wrong. i can't love that."
the villain was dying. "you can't say that. you're lying. that's not true."
"it is."
"you can't say that," the villain repeated. "you kissed me." the hero kissed them as they fell asleep, god damn it. they heard them say it. they heard their whispered confession before they fell asleep. they heard it with their own ears. "you--were you always planning to leave me? is that why the soup tasted weird? you don't want me to get up and chase you relentlessly?"
the hero winced. the villain wanted to yell. to hit something. to punch some sense into the hero, but the one person they'd given themselves away to so freely had drugged them because they were too relentless. too determined.
"stay," said the villain. "please. just stay for a bit."
the hero shut their eyes. there was pain writ large on their features. it drove them mad. if it hurt so much, why leave? if they couldn't look them in the eye, why talk? why try to talk? why not just fucking leave and ignore the villain's calls begging them to come back?
the villain wanted to stand up. to hold the hero's face and make them look. for all their courage they looked so small and vulnerable. the villain felt young and insignificant, like they could do anything and it still wouldn't change the hero's mind one bit.
"please," they whispered.
the hero sat beside them. it didn't make them feel any better, it just made them realise they'd tired out the hero ridiculously quick. that they'd leave anyway. the villain stared into oblivion and felt as cold as though there really was no one with them.
the fire died slowly like the villain's dying heart, their dying world. freezing over like water.
"i know you so well," whispered the villain. "i know how you cry. how you laugh. i know how dearly you like plums."
the hero made no noise. in the wake of the villain's words, the silence paraphrased them, saying this: i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.
their almost-lover waited till the drugs weakened them further. they put out the fire and wrapped the blanket around them tighter. they kissed the crown of their head and left with no apology. just a burning mark in the shape of their lips over the villain's mouth.
the villain didn't die, actually die. they were just left alone in a living body, dying in a different way.
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henchman tying up the hero and hes being hella awkward and the hero starts flirting 🤭🤭🤭 bonus points if villain walks in and finds him sitting tied up and gagged w a little note from hero hehe
ok i hope you dont mind if i just post this as a prompt cause this goes so hard other ppl might want to use it 😲😲 ill do it tho cause u sent it to me smoochers
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2. Accidental murder
Here's a part 2 for anyone interested!! Thanks for the love on the first part!
Synopsis: Villain accidentally kills their dear nemesis, though something is suspicious about their death and Villain wants to investigate
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Nothing. They had found nothing, no signs. No hope. No idea where the hero’s body could have gone. They had scoured half the town, digging deeper and deeper and coming up empty. The Villain checked their phone, cursing to themself. It was eight thirty now. They were late to the memorial. Damn it. Not only had they killed their friend, they couldn't even bother to show up on time. 
They tilted their head upwards, allowing the rain to hit their face and run down their chin as they stared at the grey clouds. Hero would have loved this. They loved to read while it rained, it was one thing Villain could relate to with them. 
They let out a deep sigh, figuring they should head back before it was too late. They were in the middle of nowhere now, an alleyway far away from mainstreet. They dragged themself back the way they came, only pausing when they heard a faint swoosh. They jerked around, quickly scanning the area.
“Hello?” That sounded like a cape. “H-hero?” They asked, feeling silly the second the name left their lips. There was a cold breeze, lingering just long enough to make Villain shiver. 
Villain jumped back, eyes darting around in fear. Am I being haunted? God, Hero, It was an accident I swear! They thought to themself. “Hello?” They repeated, though no one answered. They swallowed their nerves and chopped it down to being their imagination. I drank too much. The rain is getting to me. That's all. Though they picked up their pace heading back.
I am dead. Hero thought. They were certain they had died. Something had happened, they knew they didn't make it… and yet here they were. Where am I? They questioned, blinking to try and adjust to the low light. It was pitch black. Had they been mistakenly buried alive? Maybe they had died. Was this purgatory? Hell?
They slid their hand across the ceiling, surprised at how low it was. They were crammed in a box… silk below them… Dear god I’m in a coffin! The hero let out a sharp inhale, terrified that  they had been buried alive. They tried to steady their breathing as they began to panic. Shit! How does this even happen? Did they not test my pulse? Unless Villain had done this on purpose… yet that didn't sound like them. Though I didn’t think they’d murder me, either.
 Maybe if I… Hero pressed their hands to the coffin lid, ready to push with all their might. It was a surprise when it opened with ease. Light suddenly rest on the Hero, as the lid came to a stop to their left.  They groggily pushed themself up, taking in their surroundings. They were in a small room, velvet curtains drawn in front of them, Their coffin sat on a pedestal. The only source of light were candles lit on sconces across the walls.
“Huh?” Hero mumbled, surprised by the decor choice. What funeral home decorates like this? They wondered. It was a bit more gothic than they’d expect. They checked their body over, surprised to see their limbs were bruiseless. They had been put in a black silk robe and socks, suddenly making them embarrassed to think someone could have seen them naked, dead or not. They slid their hands in their hair, stopping when something brushed against their fingers. Bandages? 
They felt the small cloth taped to their neck, confused why that was their only injury if they had died. With shaking legs, the Hero stumbled out of the coffin, hoping to find something to look at their neck with. Their phone was nowhere to be seen. They cautiously opened the door closest to the window, relieved to see a small bathroom inside, decorated in the same gothic look. 
They stood in front of the mirror, surprised to see no face staring back at them.
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Chapter IX - The Crow and the Dove
CW: non-con touch, non-con nudity, possessive whumper, intimate whumper, aftermath of torture, comfort??? Mention of main character death, torture by reopening wounds (minimal), emotional abuse, implied future non-con, knives, stabbing
Kai is a clever bastard and I love him so much. A lot of background story reveal here, but it’s worth it, I promise.
@badthingshappenbingo : lured into a trap, original fandom
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It was horrible, really. Kai couldn’t help but tense like a bowstring, wrists chained against the sides of the tub, the water perfectly warm and deceptively soothing. He complied with the angel’s wordless orders - a small pushing of his limbs on one side, then one other, Kyriel passing the sponge gently all over him in places he hadn’t reached before, washing away all signs of torture - sweat and blood falling away with the soap.
All the while, he kept touching him. Kai shivered and tensed every time, keeping his mouth firmly shut, not a single sound of discomfort making it through.
“Move forwards,” Kyriel ordered, fingers gently pushing on one of his shoulders. “I need to do your wings.”
Kai tensed, the prospect of the sponge going through his open wounds making his stomach twist. He could feel his injuries having mostly closed by now, but there was a clear limit to what his power could go to. He’d stopped bleeding, his magic healing the muscle and any injury deeper that a few millimetres, but his skin… He remembered the net flaring over it. Everything below it still belonged to him, and anything outside of it was under Kyriel’s control. Which meant that he’d healed, but only the lower level of the injury, the outer one still open and raw.
He swallowed, obeying without a comment. He leaned forwards, unfurling his wings behind him.
Kyriel started washing him slowly, surprisingly gentle.
“How was it, adjusting to the wings?”
Kai realised that was a question he was expected to answer to. He blinked, surprised. He’d expected some - Kyriel having been obsessed with him from the very first time he’d seen him, a human boy with a curse locking god-like powers inside him - but not this one specifically. In all fairness, Kai hadn’t been born with wings, the power inside him belonging to a real angel, his soul and memories and power locked inside a human shell, a special punishment for his falling. Which meant Kai’s wings had grown as he’d grown into his power himself, putting him in the unique position of knowing what it felt - to have wings, and not have them both.
“Heavy,” he admitted, slow. He carefully kept his tone neutral, not giving any hints that growing wings had been the best, most exhilarating thing that had ever happened to him, their presence such a core part of his identity now. “The back muscles took a while to build.”
Kyriel laughed, softly, behind him.
Kai swallowed, relaxing an inch. The water was warm over his skin, Kyriel careful, so careful, washing him with tender care. The bath didn’t seem to lose heat, no matter how long they stayed in there, the fire warming the air up from its corner. There was a pleasurable smell coming from foaming bowls left on the floor, a flowery and fresh scent.
“I would have liked to teach you how to fly,” the angel mused, after a second. He passed the sponge over a sore muscle, the skin closing as he did so, allowing the magic to do its job. Kai gasped, shivering in relief, the pain dissipating with a pass of the angel’s hand. “Your technique is… Fine, now, but you did look like a chicken the first time I saw you fly.”
Kai repressed a smile, biting his lip. He’d learned on his own, in the first months free, Ashe at his side but unable to help. He’d been terrified, both of them running, in hiding, his memories of his life before death painfully clashing, overlapping, with those of the years spent as a loved pupil under his master’s thumb. He’d been twelve when he’d been taken, barely more than a child, and the angel had been like a father to him - only the occasional punishment, for Kyriel hadn’t needed to. Kai had adored him, had fallen over himself to please him, to excel in anything the angel asked him to.
He hated to admit to himself he would have loved to have had his Magister to help him with that new part of him - wings, flying, living as an angel.
Kai straightened, forcing himself to tense again. He couldn’t lower his guard - he expected an interrogation, to be grilled on his every move taken in the time outside Kyriel’s control, the angel trying to fill the gaps in his mind. He knew what the princes planned, the leaders of the remaining human lands, coalesced in a desperate coalition of kingdoms as Kyriel’s empire expanded, a metastasis on the land. There were battle plans he’d been pry to, knew where the pockets of resistance in the angel’s land were, and the habits of key targets the angel might have liked to kill. And he knew, most importantly, that those questions, the soft ones, were meant to put interrogation subjects at ease, making them open up. Once the first words were uttered, it was hard for people to stop talking.
Shame that Kyriel had taught him too well, and he knew what to expect now.
“Yeah, well,” he mused, light, keeping his tone perfectly respectful, only the slightest barb in its undertone, “I would have liked to have the time to learn how to fly properly under the right circumstances. I was a bit busy trying to stay alive, though.”
Kyriel’s fingers tightened on his arm, where he’d left his free hand resting.
Kai’s alertness shot to the roof, hair raising on his neck and arms at the touch.
“You did more than that,” mused the angel, his own tone equally deceptively light. “You didn’t just run. You joined the humans in their fight.” His nails dug painfully in his flesh, drawing blood. “You defied me.”
Kai tensed, swallowing dryly. He was aware, terribly aware, of the thin line he walked on. He fixed his eyes to a point on the wall in front of him, trying to keep himself balanced.
“And you murdered me.” He whispered, and he was proud that his voice didn’t break - even as the memory was still fresh, terribly fresh, even all those years later. The feeling of death… He shrugged, forcing his shoulders to relax despite his instinct screaming, easing himself into a mask of carelessness like a glove. “I think that’s a tad worse, Magister.”
Kyriel’s made a incongruously frustrated sound, the sponge dropping into the water. He picked it up again, beginning to aggressively scrub at Kai’s shoulder. The boy winced.
“I freed you from your curse.” The angel’s voice was clipped. “I released your powers, your potential. And then I took you in - trained you.”
Kai didn’t answer, repressing a laugh.
He made it sound so charitable, didn’t he. Taking a orphan in, never mind that he had made him one. Never mind that he’d hunted him, killed him, and then brought him back. And to avoid having to deal with the inconvenience of a weapon who remembered him as the villain, Kyriel had erased his memories and played good master for a while. Until Kai had remembered, had dared to hope for something different for himself - and so the angel had dragged him back, killing his wife as punishment.
Kai’s eyes filled with tears, hot and angry. He willed them away, his body tense, back straight as a rod. Kept quiet, anything he could say now only leading to punishment - either a lie, or a fight brewing.
Kyriel started slowly cleaning his wings again, blood washing away with each soft stroke. Kai shivered, the pleasure of his wounds closing warring with the intensity of having his wings touched so. He closed his eyes, shivering.
Kyriel wasn’t fucking done tormenting him. If not with whipping, then with words.
“Do you miss it? Your time as human?”
Kai’s stomach dropped, feeling as if a blade had come through his lungs. He opened his eyes, suddenly alert again.
“No,” he whispered, hoarse.
Kyriel hummed, the sponge lowering to the longest feathers, at the bottom of the wings. The wounds knotted close beneath his touch, the boy repressing another relieved gasp.
“Liar,” he purred.
Kai’s fingers tightened around the edges of the tub.
“I’m not lying.” He swallowed. He didn’t want to start screaming quite yet, which was almost inevitable if Kyriel thought he had broken a rule. His brain whirred to find a thread to spin his words into something believable, a tale that could be bought. “I didn’t want to come the first time around either,” he croaked, slowly. “But this time - you had to fight to catch me. Have to fight still to keep me down.” The words tasted sour in his mouth. “You just had to break my leg to stop me from running, the first time around. I don’t miss that.”
His mind flashed, the memory terrible, to that night almost fifteen years ago. The angel’s magic wrapping around him, lifting him off the floor, snatching the air out of him with a dark vine around his throat. How he’d struggled - human, child, helpless - uselessly. His bone had snapped so easily after he’d tried to bolt anyway, the angel making sure he would be too slow to ever escape him alive.
Kyriel hummed, pensive.
“Ah, the helplessness then.” Kai hated how it sounded he was making a mental note, filing that tidbit of vulnerability away to use later. “But I thought you would have missed your simple life without responsibilities that comes with it, though.” He smiled, cruel. “No power. No world to be saved, if you can’t do anything about it. And you are irredeemable like that, loving the little people, always begging to get back to be them.”
The stab in Kai’s lungs deepened, the blade twisting.
Let’s run away, Ashe had whispered. They’d been children, a witch and a cursed child growing on the side of Kyriel’s forest. Your curse can’t catch you if we keep running.
What if it catches you?
I’m strong. It won’t.
Except it had, fifteen years later.
Kai blinked rapidly, fighting the tears filling his eyes - the memories of his grandmother’s hut filling his mind. His village. His people. His father, his sisters, dead by Kyriel’s hand, so, so long ago.
He was grateful the angel was behind him, for the time to recompose himself before he could see his weakness, naked on his face.
“How was your mother called, again?”
Kai closed his eyes.
“She’s long dead,” he croaked, and was grateful his voice only sounded the slightest brittle. “Too long for you to raise her flesh again.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
But Kai knew why Kyriel ventured with these questions. His brain whirred over and over again, weighting words, seeing and planning and scheming in his head against different traps the angel could be laying in front of him. Trying to keep one step ahead, to foresee his next strike.
Still, this one was safe enough, his mother and sisters and anyone he cared about really too long dead for Kyriel to be able to do anything about it. All but Ashe, but he couldn’t think about it, least the darkness opened wide beneath his feet, gnawing him whole - everyone else’s flesh had long burned, their spirits passed to the next stage.
“Thyra,” he said, finally. “Her name was Thyra.”
“Mmm. And your sister?”
“Which one?”
There was a flicker of surprise in Kyriel’s movements, the sponge twitching for an instant against Kai’s skin. There had only been one getting in his way, and he’d assumed she have been the only one Kai had. He remembered, faintly, going through her body when she’d put herself between him and Kai, her little brother running away in the snow.
“How many did you have?”
Kai straightened. So he hadn’t known.
“Seven. Eight, perhaps, I’m not sure.” He shrugged, feigning carelessness. “My step mother was pregnant when I ran away. The curse threatened to make her miscarry, and I wouldn’t have that.” He shrugged again, shoulders loose, most of his back closed up again. “Could have been a boy. I don’t know.”
“You were your father’s only son?”
“A bastard one. It doesn’t count.”
There was a moment of pause, Kyriel considering. Kai realised he could have never known about his past, not this way - not when he’d erased his memories after killing him, and hadn’t interrogated him on these details when he’d been busy breaking his curse. Weren’t relevant then, the things he’d cared about, the people he’d loved.
His stomach churned, knowing exactly why the angel enquired now.
“And why are you so sure I can’t catch them?” Kyriel’s fingers grazed Kai’s back, the remaining open wound of it, and this time he didn’t heal, but dug a nail in. The boy stiffened, chocking down a scream. “Doubting the reach of my powers?”
Kai gasped, fighting through the red haze in his vision. He laughed, hoarse and incredulous.
“You don’t remember?” He hissed, knuckles turning white around the tub. The metal groaned against his hold, his strength slowly returning the more he healed. “You killed them. You killed them all, trying to catch me.” His eyes filled with tears again, his teeth gritting, throat closing. “You cut through Freya, and let your monsters loose next. On the whole village.” He swallowed. “And then I burned it all. When I was on the altar. Once you forced my power out for the first time.”
Kai hadn’t had a choice. The power had not been his to control yet, the angel breaking his curse through releasing all the energy, magic, and tragedy that had been penned up beneath his flesh. It had been an explosion as the world had never seen, Kai’s power releasing in all its might from his chained position on the altar - a dome of blinding light, engulfing all, miles and miles and miles of it, reducing to ashes anything it touched. Destroying half of his region before killing him, his human flesh unable to withstand that degree of power.
If any of his people had survived Kyriel’s first killing, Kai had made sure they’d burned for good, not even a bone to retrieve.
He thought he heard the angel chuckle, behind him.
“Yes, that squares,” he said, voice laughing. “A bit hard even for me to retrieve.”
Kai was struck, again, how much he wanted the bastard dead.
Kyriel smiled, lowering his palm against the back of Kai’s neck. Warm, possessive. Making it clear Kai had to withstand the touch, be a good boy, or else. “Want to cry a bit about it?” He grinned, taunting.
Kai’s arms yanked against the tub, suddenly and violently. A pointless, childish reactions, the chains holding against the pull, the metal not even groaning as it did under his fingers a few minutes before. He repressed a hiss of rage, his vision swaying.
The angel’s fingers tightened around his neck, suddenly harsh, keeping him down. Kai froze, heart in his throat, arms shaking.
“Careful,” Kyriel murmured, dangerous, amused. “You were doing so well.”
Kai closed his eyes, humiliation warring with his rage.
“Fuck you,” he hissed through gritted teeth. Tears bit at his eyes again, the boy fighting them. “Sir,” he added, last, for he wasn’t stupid, and he didn’t want to hurt.
Kyriel laughed then, rich and booming, the sound reverberating in the small space. The boy winced.
The angel let go of his neck, shaking his head.
“Oh, that’s just perfect.” He grinned. “Very clever, my boy. Well done.”
Kai didn’t answer, breath coming short and ragged through his chest. He closed his eyes, pushing his anger back - he was going to kill the fucker, he was, but not with his hands chained, his back still half open. He forced his composure to return, clawing tightly at his emotions, his reactions. His arms stopped shivering, his breath quivering slightly.
“Can we stop?” He asked, hoarse. He felt so tired, suddenly, even the bath no longer pleasurable. He forced his fingers to unclamp from the borders of the tub, his previous strength gone, the metal harshly bent beneath his skin. “Everyone I care about is dead. Congratulations. I don’t want to talk about the past.”
Kyriel caressed his head then, slowly brushing through the boy’s hair. As if Kai was a kitten, a tamed thing. The boy shivered, biting down a sharp comment, refusing to flinch back from the touch. His skin crawled.
“Very well. Why don’t you show me how much you’ve learnt then?” Kyriel’s voice was smooth, deceptively peaceful. “Repeat your rules back to me, until you have them perfect.”
Kai gritted his teeth. Still, he relaxed from when he’d tensed, having expected a ridiculous, impossible to fulfil request. His mind grasped at the memory, the words, relieved.
He repeated his rules to the letter, exactly as Kyriel had first uttered them in the clearing, voice flat yet impeccable.
The angel blinked, surprised. He hadn’t expected him to manage at the first try.
“Should I go again?” The boy’s voice was sweet, almost saccarine, anger churning in his belly. “Or did I earn the right to some bandages, sir?”
The angel hit him on the back of the head, not appreciating the sarcasm. But his other hand hoovered over the remaining of his prisoner’s open wounds, from top to bottom, the skin closing under his fingers. The back, and wings both, making his pupil whole - a clean canvas, ready for him to go again.
The boy gasped, shivering in pleasure. His whole body relaxed, free of pain. He let himself fall into the water, head dipping back over the side of the tub.
Kyriel carded his fingers into Kai’s hair, almost gently, until his neck was craned back, facing him. He let go of the sponge.
“How clever you are, when you want to,” he purred, smiling, a dark glitter in his gaze. He picked his knife with his free hand off the floor - the one he’d used to cut Kai’s clothes off, the blade short, sharp and glinting. “Should we test how much you remember from your lessons?”
Kai’s mind flashed to the thousand of pages of biology, classics, strategy and medicine the angel had made him study under his care. Philosophy, history, politics, maths, magic and religion, all of it swirling in his mind. It had been easy learning then, tutoring under the angel a pleasure and not a punishment.
He fixed his eyes on Kyriel’s face, unafraid. Not reacting as he trailed the blade on his exposed throat, slowly, down his collarbone.
The monster smiled. “A cut for every answer wrong, then?”
Kai forced his body to relax, making himself perfectly pliable, not an ounce of resistance against Kyriel’s hold. His eyes met the angel’s, clever and cold.
Languid.
“We might. But it would defeat the purpose of the bath, wouldn’t it?”
Kyriel’s lips curled upwards, amusement glinting in his eyes. He pushed the knife down, just a dip, against Kai’s collarbone. Opening skin.
The boy’s breath hitched.
Kyriel’s eyes darkened, hungry.
“It would,” he admitted, murmuring low. He pushed the knife away, the movement slow as if it costed him, lowering it onto the ground. “Change of plans. You are not going into a cell tonight.” He let go of his hair, standing.
Kai forced himself not to swallow, eyeing the angel with open eyes. He forced himself to keep looking relaxed, only polite curiosity on his face.
“Oh? I’ve been that good?” He didn’t hide the pungent sarcasm, letting some of his anger show - but he stretched, like a sleepy cat, within the limits of his constraints.
Kyriel smirked. His eyes took in his pupil’s slender, powerful form, his non threatening pose. The arrogance, still, he couldn’t disguise, virtue of the sheer power rushing through his veins. A collared puma, purring to his master.
“You might have,” he conceded. His fingers itched to grab at him, pulling him close. He snapped them instead, Kai’s wrists unlocking from the tub. “Continue behaving, and you’ll be chained to your own bed tonight, in your chambers, instead than in the cell I had prepped for you.” He smirked. “I’m not sure you would have liked that.”
Kai’s gaze lowered. He let his face pale, appropriately chastised, slowly massaging his wrists. He moved slowly, not daring to stand without being explicitly told. He glanced up, almost shyly, looking at the angel from under tick eyelashes, silver eyes wide and wary.
He licked his lips.
“I’m not stupid,” he whispered, hoarse. “You know that.”
Kyriel lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
Kai swallowed, throat dry. He looked at the angel, almost pointedly, then away. As if ashamed, warring with himself. “I don’t want to hurt.” His face twisted, sour. “Not if I can help it. Not if there is no point.”
Not if Kyriel was going to get what he wanted anyway, the question only being how much Kai would have screamed before either consenting or breaking.
The angel relaxed, satisfaction pooling in his stomach. He leaned to ruffle his pupil’s hair, the movement warm.
Kai froze, as one might freeze when nuzzled by a big, big predator. His stomach squeezed, shoulders tensing, face flushing red.
The angel grinned.
“Very well, then,” he conceded, standing again. He took a towel off the ground, unfolding it. “Step out, now. Let me dry you up.”
Kai let the flush creep further up his face, his shoulders tensing. He swallowed, lowering his gaze, moving uneasily in the water.
“I might need some help,” he admitted. His voice was hoarse, fingers trembling slightly. “I’m not sure how strong I am, still.”
Kyriel’s grin widened.
“We will fix that, don’t worry.” He folded the towel on one arm, offering the other one to his unchained prisoner, for him to lean on. “I’ll catch you if you fall.”
Of that, Kai had no do doubts.
The boy took the angel’s hand, his hold reluctant, wary. As if he was scared the angel would let him go, or grab his wrists and twist, make him scream with his touch alone. All very realistic possibilities, but Kyriel only clasped his fingers, hold tight as irons, and helped him hoist himself off the water - eyes roaming all over his naked body, flush and crimson. Hungry, taking him fully in.
Kai shivered, shame creeping oily over him. Still, he forced himself not to flinch away from the angel. He kept his eyes resolutely on the floor, as it was proper anyway, and stepped out of the tub. His breath came short, the boy not fully able to hide his panic.
And then he stumbled, swaying on weak legs, falling on one knee.
The angel stepped forward, immediately leaning to help him up.
Kai’s fingers closed on the handle of Kyriel’s discarded knife, left on the floor next where he’d fallen. He lunged, burying it to the hilt inside the angel’s chest. Lurching forwards, driving the blade hard into his heart, meeting him halfway as he leaned down towards him.
Kyriel widened his eyes. Blood rose to his lips, gurgling.
Kai twisted the blade into the wound, hard.
“Go to hell,” he whispered, hoarse.
Then, he bolted.
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Villain x Hero
The scattered rays stroked her hair gently and twinkled upon her minty hair, sparkling them beautifully in the moonlight. A gentle breeze pulled her hair back, giving it a twisted look as if someone was pulling it back, but none of the bystanders cared, it would be more correct to say they didn't noticed anything except the hero standing in front of her. "Stop it" she murmured, thr corners of her mouth crunching down into an annoyed look, her hair which was being pulled back by an invisible force fell down hitting her back gently. Her eyes travelled upwards, focusing on the pearl like moon which was tangled between the trees, Her ruby eyes gazing at the magnificent vision, distorted turning into a bloody battlefield. "Move" a strong force pulled the chains dangling around her wrist, "Ah i forgot that you were escorting me to the prison" she pulled her wrists up glancing at the metallic hand cuff which she was adorning on her hands. "Shut up" an angry voice leaked from the boy's lips, "Quite short tempered for a hero" she laughed. The boy did not respond instead he pulled the chains tightly, making her almost bump into him. She slithered backward, gritting her teeth tightly "Stop it Leon" the corners of her mouth twisted up this time fuy annoyed at his erratic behavior. There was a slight bruise on her pale wrists, but it didn't matter to he. He glanced back at her, his face devoid of any expression, "That's scary" she mocked her gaze fixed at his stoic face as she slowly ascended the car.
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artistalyway · 2 years
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“A Villain for a Hero” 
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notthehero · 1 year
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The Hero × Villain trope is my life and soul. I do not normally like it in "published" works, but random fics and unpublished internet works do it the justice it truly deserves.
But I like to write the Villain × Hero trope.
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pendarling · 2 months
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In Your Lap
Sharp nails kindly grazed Hero's thigh as they held as still as possible in Villain's lap. The way the ropes bounded their wrists behind their back made it unbearably uncomfortable, but the unexpected warmth of Villain forced Hero into accepting the solace.
Maybe if they had listened in more attentively, they could hear the sounds coming from outside the car and feel the turns as they gradually rode up to wherever Villain had planned to take them afterwards. From behind the blindfold, Hero's eyes had turned soft and heavy at the easy rhythm of the road, yet they fought to keep themselves from falling into Villain's trap so quickly.
If they hadn't let Villain take advantage of them during their fight, they wouldn't have been here in the first place. The worst that could happen had already passed, so it wasn't like they were in any danger.
Hero unconsciously rested their head onto Villain's chest, temporarily forgetful of their promise to themselves.
A low chuckle vibrated from them, "Getting comfortable, I see?"
They froze and took a second to quietly chastise themselves for being too predictable. "Shut up."
"Who knew you'd be so easily swayed? Or maybe you just enjoy being in the clutches of a villain?" They chuckled louder, and this time, Hero didn't take their chances and pushed themselves off.
Villain forced them back down firmly, just enough to allow Hero to hear the thumping of their heart. "Where are you going?"
Their cheeks grew warmer at the sensation of Villain's breath by their ear. "Let me off." They said, still struggling to keep awake.
Villain's grip remained firm to keep them in place. "You're telling me what to do?" they lightly nudged them, their hand squeezing slightly on their thigh as a helpful reminder of their roles. "You're my prisoner, Hero. Remember that."
"I'm not, and you better let me go." They whispered sharply, still faltering against the currents of the undeniable attraction that pulled them closer to Villain.
"Why? You know you're enjoying this as much as I do."
Their blush darkened, "No, I'm not." Again, they tried to slip out of their grasp. Hero could hardly concentrate on their breathing; they had been warned previously about the challenges of facing Villain, and perhaps Villain's real powers lay in their charms and smooth talking. What would everyone say if Hero had been snuggling so closely with their sworn enemy? Then what?
As if reading their mind, Villain leaned in closely, "Don't worry, love. I'm not going to tell anyone about our little secret." A hand ran idly by the strands of their hair; they shivered instinctively. Hero knew that if it weren't for this blindfold, they would see that classic evil grin from Villain as they would savour their win against them. For now, Hero thought, they would have to play along nicely until their escape.
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aliwrights · 2 years
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Snippet #2 “𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙, 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙- 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘿𝙤 𝙄𝙩”
About: Hero is conflicted to either put their own beliefs or their life first. Villain makes it all the more difficult for them to choose- between their own life or their dignity.
TW: unconsciousness, mentions of killing and death but no gore:)
The body dropped.  
Hero's breath stilled as they stared at the body on the floor.
He could have been a dead one, not a body, but a corpse rotting on the cement. But the body was still breathing. The man was still breathing. That was the important part. 
They didn’t do it.  Hero could never do it, their life or for others, good or bad- they would not. And so the man was at the mercy of the hero, below their feet.
"Why didn't you just kill him?" The Villain asked as he stood up from the ground, rubbing his marked and swollen wrists.  The ropes now cut loose on the floor.
"I won't do it. I didn't come for him." The hero looked back up at the villain, now standing in front of his captor, laying on the ground. "I came for you." 
"But-"
"Well I had the upper hand!”  Now hero’s eyes turned into ice, their voice now stern and cold. “We don’t need to kill him. I came to retrieve, not kill. We don’t throw away what is useful don’t we?” Hero raised their eyebrow. Trying to make it seem more convincing to the other. 
That was all a lie. Useful or not, they won’t have it in them to pull that knife and plunge it into the man’s heart till he bled it all and spilled it onto their shiny, clean boots even though they knew the man could have done so much worse to them and-
"Retrieve? Never thought I'd be a prized one." A smirk appeared on the Villain's, sly and smug as he could be.
“Never said you were prized. Don't assume too much of this. And never mind that he saw my face. he won't be around me to see it often."
But Villain merely stared at them, eyes still. Observing. He then, released a breath, and circled around the body. Standing close in front of the hero. Maybe closer than he's been before. 
"Hero. He knows you, who you really are. He's seen your face-" Villain whispered. 
Hero cut him off. "I know.  We'll just bring him to the Headquarters for questioning. I gave him lavonin, he won’t be awake in 42 hours. And he seems to be involved in many more shady dealings other than just kidnapping." They looked back at the unconscious man beneath and then looked away.
 “I’ll get my car. Don’t worry- no one saw me on the way here. Your identity won’t be revealed.” Then just as Hero was about to turn away from the villain, they felt a strong hand grab onto their arm. 
“Wait. Thank you.” Another whisper.  Gratitude. Relief floating around it.
 The Villain licked their lips. As if hesitating . But this is his chance. “Why didn’t you just do it though? One slip up and you’d be dead. Same as I.”  
He continued. His voice now treading confusion and anger. “Even brings me the question, did you really just risk it, for what? You think killing him won’t be an easier way for him to hell? He’s a spare of the spawn for the devil. Evil and crueler and much more worse than me. And that says a lot. He would die either way. Sanctuary or not.” 
Hero was going to reply, but Villain wasted no time. After all the times hero had the upper hand against Villain, a chance to kill one of the most feared people in the state. Hero was still the same. Brave enough to not kill Villain. Every. single. time. It confused him and he needed to find a reason for why,
Why Hero spared lives that didn’t deserve to be spared. 
“He could've done so much worse if he got the upper hand instead of you and-” Hero was quiet, as they stood to listen and  bare it, but that was it. Assuming what Villain would say- maybe luck was really why they still lived or maybe it was fate.
They couldn’t hear any more of it. Not now. They slipped away from the villain’s grasp. And just before they took another step, Villain grabbed them. Again, this time much stronger.
 It was inescapable.
“Listen, you should have just done it. I’m not forcing you to do anything and- I- he will come for you y’ know? Once he wakes up and realizes you brought him there. To The Sanctuary.” Villain’s voice edged into a softness, a pity, Something unfamiliar for the Hero. "If I were you, I would do it. Right here and now. This is your chance." 'So I need you to answer me'.
Hero knew this, this was familiar to them. This last plea for the heroic sacrifice. The greater good, many said. But they knew better than that. And so they remained passive, quiet as they always were.
“When you heroes value lives that makes you all saviors, why spare lives that no one will care about ? You even nearly died Hero. Died... So why spare him?”
A silence passed between them. Breaths now becoming louder than before. Yet, Villain waited. The hand still grasping hero’s sleeve. 
He needed to know why. 
Then, Hero’s eyes turned to steel, now boring into the Villains with their chin held high.  They began to speak, replying in a much colder tone, torn between breaking and staying unyielding. “No. I won't do it. I won't let you do it either."
They neared Villain, their boots tromping on each step. "And why should I give you an answer? Am I obligated to do so Villain? I say you rather enjoy doing the honor of taking this one to his "home". More so than me..." They tilted their head, with innocence lacing their tone. "So why'd you need to ask me such things when you could do it yourself? Like you said, if you were me. You would do it.” It was sneering at the very core of what was left in his being. Questioning, daring him to be the slaughter to the sacrifice, for the greater good.
 The Hero knew it would come. To be confronted by another's pleas to do what was asked of them. They were always told that they never had it in them to do such things, to kill a life to spare another, even if it was the better choice. 'Fools like you won't ever survive' one told.
'If I were you, I would've done it, coward.' A coward their mentors before, would say.
If they were Hero. 'if they were me' Words unspoken.
But now- Hero held their belief like tight ropes. For once, they believed in themselves. They believed.
And that was when they realized, if they did so, strongly enough to trust in what they’ve said and done,
Maybe they weren’t a coward after all. 
Provoked, was the Villain but they yielded, because they couldn't do it for reasons unknown to even himself. Because he couldn't do it, to Hero.
"Here, A promise for one, We will leave him be, I will bring him there with you. But, all I ask of you in exchange, is an answer... please. Why?” The voice softening its edges even more, it was desperate yet patient.
And the hero spoke, now with conviction, "Because of my Dignity. Good man or not, I would rather be a dead man than have one's blood spilled on my hands." The Hero could, but would never do it.
And then the hero left.
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A/N: Lavonin- in the story, its’ basically my made up in my head (?) substance that can put the person in a coma-like state. More dosage, means longer the individual will be unconscious. The person injected can stay unconscious here for even years if dosage is maintained.  And is only allowed to be used by government agents for the state like Hero.
Sanctuary- Basically a highly-secured state prison that is notorious for placing in dangerous people. A place no one wishes to be in. Not even for the worst of criminals.
Also: please do take this story with a grain of salt. this isn't meant to give a message or take-away lesson whatsoever.  I am not to say that I wrote this to show WHY hero is a hero to go like “Look! they are so righteous!” for having this kind of moral. It’s written purpose is to show the hero’s point of view ONLY and why they do what they do. that’s it. nothing more than that. 
Thanks again! -Ali
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wordswithloveee · 6 months
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There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.
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tragic-feline · 2 years
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Prompt #2
(Cw: Mentions of death, implied kidnapping, chains (???) Lemme know if I missed anything pretty please. )
"I deeply apologize, It was either this or I'd have to execute you." Villain sighed as they locked eyes with the visibly annoyed hero, who was actively chained up next to the villain's throne. The hero looked so delicate compared to the heavy iron chains that restrained them.
"I'd much rather you kill me, personally.” deadpanned the hero, who was gently swinging the chains around them. They were met with an odd silence in response. “I'd like a flashy death if you could do me such a kindness. Perhaps behead me." Hero suggested half-jokingly as they turned their view away from the villain.
After another few moments of silence, villain finally spoke up.“But that would be too easy for the both of us, now wouldn't it?”
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breaking and entering (idk if i even need to like tag that or whagever but yeah! just in case)
Ugh.
She hated work.
Every day, it was the same: beat some heroes, sneer at them. Sometimes she even added some flirtatious banter, but it never went anywhere. Not that she wanted it to.
It was so dull.
The villain grabbed the left side of her jaw, tilting her head the opposite way, forcing it to pop under the pressure.
She wasn’t a shallow person. Sure, the current batch of sprightly vigilantes weren’t the sweetest eye-candy, but their personalities were sour too. After winning fights, they wouldn’t rub it in her face. After losing, they wouldn’t crawl on the ground in shame. They would fight, and when it was over, they’d walk back to whatever hole they crawled out of.
It was so obnoxious.
The street was dark, besides the occasional streetlight leaving reflections on the ebony road below. ATM machines appeared in front of closed coffee shops and cookie cutter oak trees dotted the sidewalk. The air had a bit of a bite to it, and certainly Villains nose was bright red.
How embarrassing.
Luckily, there was no one around to see it.
She had started at her latest fight, which she had gotten out of with no injuries (save for a bloody nose), and ten minutes later she was at her apartment, nodding at the doorman and making her way to the elevator. The floor was lined with velvety green carpeting, which wouldn’t be tacky if the walls weren’t. They were covered in portraits of women from the 20s, all made of plastic.
How Villain ended up living there, she’ll never know.
She walked into the elevator, acknowledging the operator with a nod and a “4, please”. The button dinged and she heard a whirring noise as she was taken to the fourth floor.
The elevator dinged as the doors released and Villain walked out. She followed the trail of ugly fluorescent lights until she found the door labeled 204, turned her key until the lock clicked, and swung open the door.
That’s weird. I don’t remember leaving the lights on.
More than weird, actually. Nothing was a coincidence when you’re the most well known villain in the state.
She walked into the foyer, her hand quietly powering up at her side. Her feet were like mice, completely silent.
Just then, from behind her, her office chair spun around.
“Hey honeybun. Your wallpaper is ugly as fuck.”
Villain whipped around, firing a laser right next to Hero’s head.
“GAHH!!”
Her shocked expression calmed a bit when she saw it was hero.
“Hey, watch it! At least take me out to dinner first.”
Thoughts fired through Villains head so quickly, one could actually see the gears turning.
Suddenly, she jolted and ran to her bedroom. “MY PLANS!”
“For the freeze ray? Read ‘em. You’re missing a conductor in the second valve on the right.”
Villain stopped. “Oh. What about my-“
“Love potion? Add less rosemary and a little more cinnamon. Stir it clockwise.”
“Well-“
“I also read about the llama pants. I’m a little concerned about your thought process, but i would maybe say don’t use maple syrup.”
Villain stood like a deer in the headlights.
"So-"
"Why am I here-," Hero interrupted, "Good question. Basically-"
Villain sighed. "Save it, Hero. Go find another Villain to mess with. Granted, they wont tolerate you for as long as I have, but maybe that's a good thing."
Hero jokingly frowned. "Heyyy!! Not nice. And I'm here for an important reason, if you'll let me speak."
"Hero, I can promise you, I don't care. Now leave." Villain furrowed her brow, concentrating, as her irises turned purple.
Hero noticed. "Hey, wait, no! Stop, stop, stop, you'll really want to hear this I promise!"
A purple energy surrounded their body as they slowly floated above where they were sitting and towards the door.
"Sorry Hero. I've missed fighting you, I guess. Let's do this again sometime. Toodles!" Hero's body was halfway out the door when they started holding onto the frame, grimacing as they used all their strength to hold on.
"You're starting to really bug me." Villain stared at Hero's fingers, concentrating, moving each one off the doorframe, one by one, until they only had one hand holding on.
"Villain!! Its about Sidekick!"
Immediately, the purple color faded from Hero's body and they dropped to the floor with a groan. "My back..."
Villain, however, wasn't amused. Her face fell, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Sidekick...?"
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