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the-broken-pen · 4 months

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I love your blog so so much, everything you write is amazing, idk if reqs are open, if they arent, im sorry and feel free to ignore, but could i request a second part of that prompt you wrote where the villain poisons their little sibling hero w/o knowing its them, i just loved that prompt and how you wrote it SO SO much, i think i must have read it about 20 times just these last few days, you can make the second part however you want, sad ending, happy ending, its up to you!!! thank you a lot

Part One (Thank you so much Anon!)

The villain hated hospitals. There was always the threat of exposure—the promise of a fixed wound never meant just stitches. Inevitably, it meant the police.

But really, the villain hated hospitals because they had almost watched their sibling die in one, three years old and a stomach full of cleaning products. They had sworn their sibling would never, ever get hurt again.

Now here they were. Watching the painful rise and fall of their sibling’s chest, oxygen mask hissing alongside the beeping of a heart monitor.

The villain scrubbed a hand over their face, covering their mouth.

Their sibling—the hero—was so small. So pale. And it was their fault.

The villain was going to vomit.

The heart monitor stuttered, and the villain snapped their eyes to the bed. The hero blinked back at them, clammy and bleary eyed.

The hero blinked at them once, before clumsily dragging their oxygen mask off their face.

“You need that,” the villain said gently. The hero eyed the mask with distaste, before dropping it beside them.

“Okay.” But they didn’t pick it up. Their eyes dragged around the room, not quite conscious yet—before landing back on the villain. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

The hero’s brow wrinkled, then eased.

“I don’t feel bad?”

The villain laughed slightly. Their chest panged. “Yeah, that’s the morphine. They have you on the good stuff.”

The hero frowned.

Absently, one of their hands reached for their IV, and the villain caught it, settling it back by their side before they could rip it out.

“You’re an obstinate little thing, aren’t you,” but it was fond.

Their sibling grinned at them, and god, how had the villain not known? The hero had smiled at them, that exact smile, hundreds of times. Maybe thousands. And somehow, they hadn’t stopped to think it looked familiar. They hadn’t questioned that they had the same power.

They hadn’t bothered to wonder if the hero they were fighting was their younger sibling.

How many times had they hurt their sibling and not known?

“You love me anyways.”

The villain’s throat tightened.

“Yeah,” They choked a bit. “Yeah, I do.”

The hero frowned at them again.

“Are you okay?”

The villain cleared their throat. “Of course. It’s you who isn’t.”

The TV on the wall switched to a news segment, and they both watched with detachment as the reporter discussed the political climate surrounding powered people. The hero fidgeted slightly as they aired clips of the two of them fighting.

If their sibling didn’t remember anything about last night—

“The hero always loses,” the villain said slowly. They waited for the hero to look at them. “Why do you think that is?”

The hero bit their lip, anxiety creeping around the fog of pain medication.

“Because they’re weaker, I would think.”

The villain tipped their head a bit. “I don’t know about that. They always hold their own.”

Their sibling shrugged one shoulder, trying for casuality and failing. “Heroics and all that. Busy. Maybe the agency has orders…?” They trailed off, and oh, wasn’t that a terrible thought? Their sibling being ground into dust in the machine of the government.

“They never catch the villain, either,” the villain pressed. One of the hero’s hands squeezed into their blanket.

They stared at each other. The heart monitor beeped. Someone called for a code blue.

“You never catch me.” It was little more than a whisper, but the villain knew their sibling caught it. The hero went still, a deer in headlights.

It was almost like the villain could see them remembering the night before—the gala, the poison. Their big sibling, hurting them.

But they didn’t look at the villain with fear.

“No,” the hero said, and it was the firmest the villain had ever heard their sibling. “I don’t.”

Something began to burn in their gut.

“What were you thinking?” The villain hissed. The hero stared, stony eyed. Their lip quivered, just slightly.

“I was thinking that I love you too much to watch you die on the news.”

The villain jerked a hand through their hair, pacing to the other end of the room. The door snapped shut with a flick of shadow, the curtains following suit.

“You’re sixteen,” the villain snapped. The hero was fighting off tears, pressing their lips together like they were trying to hold in a sob. The villain had seen them do hundreds of times over the years.

“And you’re all I have left.”

The villain forgot how to breathe. Their sibling was trembling, just slightly.

“I’d never leave you,” the villain promised, voice cracking.

The dam broke, and a tear slipped down the hero’s cheek.

“But what if the only part of you left to stay is your ghost? I don’t—I can’t-“

And then their little sibling was sobbing. The villain tucked them into their arms between one second and the next, cradling them against their chest.

“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” the villain carded a hand through the hero’s hair. “I won’t.”

Their sibling was too young for this.

The villain was too young for this, too.

Being a villain paid the bills—but was it worth it?

The hero sobbed again, and the villain knew.

No.

It wasn’t worth it. How could anything ever be worth hurting their sibling?

It wasn’t worth their sibling almost dying, it wasn’t worth the heart ache, it wasn’t worth the pain.

But it was worth a month’s rent. It was worth school supplies and food on the table. It was worth a life.

Maybe not theirs—no, theirs was ruined already.

It was worth their sibling’s.

That was what mattered.

The nausea was back, deep in the villain’s stomach.

“Stop fighting me.”

The words stung on the way out, cutting the villain’s tongue. The hero jerked out of their arms as if scalded.

“What?” Their voice was rough with tears.

The villain swallowed, and it took everything in them to keep their face blank.

“Stop playing hero. You’re going to end up dead.”

If the villain couldn’t hear the heart monitor beeping, they would have thought their sibling’s heart had stalled in their chest.

“It won’t happen again,” they fisted their hands into the blanket.

“You’re right,” the villain agreed, and it hurt. “It won’t.”

The hero gaped at them.

“You don’t get to do this—“

“I do.”

“Stop it,” their sibling hissed. “Let me talk, I just want—“

“I want you alive.”

The hero went silent.

“And I want you happy, and warm, and well fed, because I love you, and it is my job.”

“Isn’t me being a hero to protect you the same thing? It’s love, not hatred or stupidity, can’t you see that?”

The villain could. They could see all of it. They could see their sibling, just a younger version of themself, desperate to keep their last loved one safe. They could see their sibling, helping the city because they cared too much with a too big heart.

They could see their sibling choking on poison, hunched over a toilet.

“I can’t let you keep fighting me.” The villain held the hero’s gaze. “I won’t, do you hear me?”

Their sibling was crying again, silently, chest heaving.

“I’ll fight you anyways,” but it was weak, and they both knew it.

The villain gave them a long look.

“You’re going to let the nurses help you. You’re going to get better. And then we’re going to go home, and you’re going to go to school, and I’m going to pay the bills, and put money on the table, and you’re going to pretend you don’t know how.”

The hero let out a shuddering breath, jerking their eyes away. Their jaw clenched.

“Do you hear me?”

“Fuck you.”

“Hero.”

“Yes,” they sobbed. “Yes, I hear you. Yes, I’ll watch you die and bleed out and I’ll do my math homework and pretend I don’t know why there’s blood stains in the bathroom.”

The villain wished they had been shot. It would have hurt less than this.

“Good.”

The hero shot them one last, desperate look. Like they had expected the last bit to mean something. Like they had hoped it would. Like they had needed it to.

Their sibling was just shy of hyperventilating when the villain tucked their oxygen mask back over their face. They brushed a piece of the hero’s sweat soaked hair out of their face, softening their eyes a fraction.

“I love you.”

The hero just blinked at them as the villain slid off the bed, tucking the blankets back around them.

The villain hesitated, just barely, at the door.

“Don’t—Don’t do this,” their sibling was crying again, voice wet with tears as they shook. Like the villain had grabbed something within them and broken it, something vital, and their sibling no longer knew how to be still. “Please don’t do this.”

Whatever they said next was a mangled sob.

“I love you,” the villain repeated forcefully, more weight on those three words than they had ever put on them. Maybe, when the hero was older and the villain didn’t need to commit crimes to keep them afloat, when there was no danger for their sibling, they would tell them they hadn’t wanted this either.

They would tell them they had wanted them to be a hero.

They would tell them they were sorry.

But for now, the villain said nothing. The door clicked shut behind them like an oath.

The villain managed to make it all the way down the hallway before they started sobbing too.

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neonshift · 7 months

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RPG Inktober Day 11 - Lawful

(using @catbatart 's RPG Inktober prompt list!)

Featuring my grumpy good boy Max/Maci

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#myart #inktober #rpg inktober #drawtober #half elf #justicar #young hero

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lsgv · 11 days

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Prompt #10

"We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." Villain said with a smirk, analizing Hero.

"What?" Hero was still dizzy because of the drugs and was bearly registering a word Villain said.

"Aren't you listening Hero?" Villain moved closer to Hero, who was chained to the floor with a cuff around their ankle. "This is just a happy little accident."

"W-what are you talking about?" Still trying to focus their sight.

"This." And with that, Villain revealed a hanging unconscious Sidekick. They had bruises all over their face and dried and fresh blood everywhere. Their once perfectly made costume was now torn open, letting cuts, bruises and scraps out in sight.

Hero took a steadying breath. How could Villain do this to a kid? Sidekick was just 16 years old and was a really bubbly person, this job was definitely not for them, but their determination to help was strong.

"Sidekick!" Hero managed to scream, they could feel the tears coming. This was their fault. How could they let a kid play costumes and fight crime?

"It's to late now, Hero." Villain assured, placing his hand on Hero's head. "Sidekick is dead." Hero's heart sinked in with this words. "Wha-no, no, no, no- this can't- shit- wh- how!?" Hero cried, too shocked to say anything coherent.

"Don't blame yourself Hero, it's just a happy little accident, you weren't mistaken on letting them be your sidekick, it was just a happy. little. accident."

And with that, Villain left the room, leaving Hero and Sidekick's body.

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aesthetic--mood · 1 year

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Billy Batson "Shazam" Aesthetic

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iwritewhump · 8 months

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"there's nothing else I can do" + character death

day 11 of @whumptember

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warnings: young whumpee, character death, fatal wound

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Vigilante runs up to Hero, catching her before she hits the ground. He cradles her in his arms, his hand cupping the back of her head and holding her close to his chest.

“Open your eyes, kid,” he says, shaking her slightly. “Come on, you’re not done yet.”

She groans and shakes her head, burying her face in Vigilante’s chest. Her hand grabs his and squeezes it, she pulls it onto her stomach and relaxes slightly.

“I’m sorry.” she whimpers.

He runs his thumb over her knuckle and touches his forehead to her temple. “For what?”

“There’s nothing else I can do. I…I let her win.”

He shakes his head, “No, kid. You didn’t do anything wrong.” he pulls his face away and taps the back of her hand with his finger. “Hey, I need you to look at me.”

Slowly, she looks up at him, her eyes cracking open.

“This wasn’t your fault. You tried everything-you did everything. This was never going to end any other way. Ok?” he wipes a tear from her face with the pad of his thumb. “You did such a good job.”

She sniffs and nods, closing her eyes again. Smiling slightly, she buries her face back in his chest. “I’m really cold.”

“I know,” Vigilante looks at the sky and takes a deep breath, holding his hand harder against her stomach in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Cradling her, he rocks side to side and nods. “I know, kid. Just wait a little longer, help’s on the way.” He stares at his broken phone, shattered screen reflecting the dying sunset across the walls.

As the sun falls below the horizon, Hero’s breathing gets weaker until they eventually stop. Vigilante falls forward, enveloping her body with his to keep her safe. He sobs over her, hands holding her close against him. “I’m so sorry,” he blubbers. “This is all my fault. I’m-I’m so, so sorry.”

#whumptember #whumptember2023 #whumptember day 11 #whump #whump fic #whump writing #whumpee #caretaker #vigilante caretaker #hero whump #hero whumpee #young whumpee #young hero #character death #there's nothing else i can do #my writing

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just-a-space-rabbit · 1 year

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Spooky day at the job >:)

(Hero x Right Hand)

CW: none that I’m aware of, but do tell me if there are any!

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Hero hated their job! Well, that’s not entirely true, they loved to be working as a Hero, battling villains, fighting crime, and saving people. But today, as Hero looked up at the old haunted house, they hated it.

It was the third night in a row that people have reported hearing strange sounds coming from the old place. And in all three days Hero had been sent out by the agency to do a full investigation of the house. There was only one problem…

Hero jumped as a small gust of wind kicked up some leaves, only their iron grip over their own mouth stopped them from screaming. “Why me, why me, why me…” they repeated to themselves, they were terrified of this place.

Hero had not even been able to make themselves go thru the front door in any of the other days. Instead, they had circled the front of the building for hours hoping to see something in the window, or… hoping they did not see something? Hero was not sure what they wanted, apart from not being here!

They stopped at the front gate and looked up at the house. Hero tried to imagine what the house would have looked like in its prime hoping it would soften their view on its current stage. But, even with the image of a none decayed house on a warm summer day in their mind there was just something not right about this place.

“Maybe if I just get my feet past the gate” they whispered. “If you want, I can help by pushing you” said a cool voice into Hero’s ear. Hero screamed, and practically flew forward before turning around ready to fight. “Right hand?!” they yelled, as the tall person behind them when into a mad cackle “wow, if only Villain was here to see your cute face!”

“That’s not funny!” Hero yelled as their cheeks redden. “Well, at least it was efficient” Right hand said pointing to the gate that Hero was now standing on the opposite end of. Hero gulped “So, this is where you have been hanging out recently?” they continued in a smirk, as they walked past the gate, studying the house.

“I’m just fulfilling my duty as a hero!” Hero answered trying to sound brave and moving further away from Right hand who just chuckled moving even closer. “Ah, yes! Sorry I forgot all about that duty, where you walk around like a scared little mouse all night jumping at the sound of leaves in the wind”

“Well, I - I…” oh god, how long had they been watching? Hero thought as a blush spread over their face, as they tried to come up with something that did not make them look like a scared fool.

“Now, now, don’t worry!” Right hand said smugly, as Hero’s foot hit the first steps of the mansion. “I won’t tell anyone that the city’s most beloved Hero is terrified of an old house”

“How kind of you” Hero answered in a mock tone but regretted it when Right hand grinned. “So let me guess… you are here to investigate the strange noises?” Right hand did not need an answer, they knew it by the way Hero’s face change. “How about a deal? I’ll help you with your investigation”

Hero studied them for a while, they had never been able to tell Right hand’s playful and genuine sides from each other. “what’s the catch?”

“You will have to let me steal one item” Right hand answered.

Hero had an inkling that what ever that one item was going to be, they would live to regret it, but if it meant to get away from this place faster “fine…”

“Great!” Right hand said almost too enthusiastically, as they grabbed Hero’s hand, before kicking open the large front door and dragged them into the giant house. They both got a good few feet in before the echo of the door finally faded.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Right hand said turning back to Hero whose face that only a minute ago was deep red, was now completely pale. “Hero? Are you ok?”

“I- I… just need a min-” was all Hero could say, before the front door slammed shut, leaving the strange duo in the dark. Hero was too afraid to scream and simply stood planted shut on the soggy old carpet. “Well, that’s surprising…” said Right hand all casual. “let’s just get a move on, we don’t got all night” they began dragging Hero along, while Hero internally was cursing every part of their body that had agreed to this idea.

It’s took the duo an hour to clear the first and second floor. Both of which came out almost too empty for Hero’s liking. As most rooms have long stood without someone living in them, now there was only fallen debris, and an odd selection of broken unwanted furniture left, the placement of which seemed just wrong and illogical for its intended use.

Some of them even seem to have been moved recently, it made a shiver crawl up Hero’s spine all while Right hand was for some reason giggling. “Can’t see what you find so funny about this place!” Hero said with a huff. “Your right, there is nothing funny about this place. Which gets me to wonder, what are you even afraid of? This place has laid silent for years”

“Exactly!” Hero said louder than they meant too, startling themselves, “why have this place been silent for years, then suddenly things start to happen when there is nothing here! And there has never been anything here!” Hero started walking away from Right hand but stopped when the distance got too big and was just looking back at them.

Right hand just shrugged before they walked onward, a silence fell over the two as they worked through the last bit of the top floor and made their way down toward the cold basement.

“You know there is a rumour about this place” Right hand said breaking the heavy silence that had fallen on the two. “s-shut! I don’t want to hear any of that until I’m at least 5 miles away and the sun has risen!” Hero snapped back at them.

“Oh, come on Hero!” Right hand said in a mock insulted voice, “who knows… might be useful to your case” Hero just gave them a death stare, but Right hand continued “some people believe that Civilian, the person who build this place, was Old Supervillain!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Hero had it! They had it with Right hand! They had it with this cursed house! And they had it with the giant robot monster!

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giant robot monster?

“H-Hero?” Right hand said in a quiver as their feet froze in place, as neon green eyes lit up the room, seeming to be scanning the two uninvited guest. “Holy shit! What is that thing?”

“Uh…” was all Hero said trying to remain calm. Suddenly, the multi limbed machine began to move, making horrible screak as the old parts tried to hold them self together.

Right hand tried to make a run for the stairs, but the path was already blocked, by the machines long arms. They let out a scream as the robot charge at them.

Then, there was a loud bang! as Hero lunged for the machine, several more mechanical arms busted out of it, but Hero kept fighting until the main part of the robot fell on the floor with no more limbs to support it.

There was a silent “wow…” coming from behind Hero. Turning around they saw Right hand who had just unglued themselves from the wall. “I thought to you where scared of monsters and stuff!”

“No, I was afraid I’ll find nothing here! Honestly, I was hoping there was a monster here since, well… you can punch a monster, but you can't punch a nothing!”

Right hand was not sure if they understood Hero’s logic but nodded in agreement none the less. “and what about you? All brave and giggling until suddenly there is a robot monster” it was now Hero’s turn to smirk “don’t think I didn’t hear that scream of yours”

“I- I… well, you see! Um…” Right hand stuttered, “BECAUSE there was never meant to be a monster here!” they yelled.

“What…?” Hero’s mind suddenly faltered,

“I… I lied about this place belonging to supervillain…” Right hand said, as a blush spread over their cheeks as they backed away from Hero, who just got closer to them, they felt really embarrassed now. “Why did you lie about that?! And if this is not supervillain’s base, then who’s robot is this!?”

There two suddenly jumped at the mad cackle coming from the other side of the robot. “Villain!” they both yelled as the person came into view “Oh, come on. What is with the accusatory tone” Villain smirked.

“So, you planned all this!” Hero yelled

“Yes, yes, dear Hero I did, this was all my idea!” they said as they looked down at the two. “Granted, I should maybe have told Right hand about the robot that I build to scare you so much you would jump into their arms, judging by their scream. But why spoil the fun!” Villain smirked. “I mean, it’s not easy to get you two love birds to meet at the same place!”

“eh?” was the only thing Hero was able to say, before Right hand bolted toward Villain, who quickly leaped over them before jolting up the stairs “you crazy old man! I should have known the moment I saw Hero this was another one of your ridiculous set ups!” they yelled up the stair, answered only by a faded mad cackle.

Only after the room fell completely silent did Right hand slowly turn around to face Hero, neither of them said anything for some time.

“Let’s just get out of here” Right hand said in a defeated sigh.

Back outside they were met with a light trickle of rain, as the silent night continued over the city. “I should probably get going” Right hand said as they started to walk down towards the gate.

“Hey!” Hero suddenly yelled after them “weren’t you supposed to steal something? or did you lie about that as well?”

“Oh, that…” Right hand felt they cheeks redden a bit. “Well, I… I was supposed to ask if I might be allowed to, um… well steal your number”

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first time writing a one off in months! :O

was afraid I was not going to get it done in time for Halloween, buy hey here we are :)

#Hero x Rigth hand #hero x henchman #Hero x Villain #hero and villain #young Hero #young villain #I image Villain like an old man mcgucket from gravity falls type of character

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the-sidekick-club · 7 months

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Not Mender's Night

Written by: @heroes-villains-side-blog★@tratieisdabest★@just-a-space-rabbit

TW: Traps, Knife, Attempted thievery ❘〣❘〣❘ ✿ ❘〣❘〣❘

The Masked Mender was slowly walking through an alley on one of her day patrols. This was one she had without Lady Alexandria, so it had been fairly boring without the older hero's company. Mender yawned as she caught the last glimpse of the summer sun before it went behind the mountain. Turning left at the next corner, she walked further into the slowly darkening alley.

After turning another corner, this time to the right; as she often liked to make patterns when she did solo patrols to make things a bit more enjoyable; she suddenly spotted something ahead. Instantly, she was awake and alert… ish. She's more alert than previously, but still not fully awake. Moving closer, she sees that the item is just a random floating knife, with a small sticky note attached to it. In a messy scrawl, “hold on to me :3” was written.

Any other day, Mender would have laughed at it! But today… today had been too long. So she took it before even slightly thinking about it (maybe she wasn't that alert at all).

Studying it in her hand, she mumbled to herself “It looks like one of Hirra’s knives, what is this doing here—”

Her train of thought was cut off by surprise. Out of nowhere, the dagger had suddenly begun to move! Mender got dragged along by the knife as it shot up into the air, and then hit a nearby pipe with a loud twang! The echoes through the alleyways made the noises even more deafening, something Mender's exhausted mind did not appreciate.

As the sound faded, Mender tried to figure out what on earth just happened. But she was soon distracted by another sound.

Giggling.

There was a mad giggling close by, and Mender did not need to see the person to figure out whose it was.

“HIRRA!” she yelled, tuning around as steadily as they could.

Hirra was down on the ground, giggling like a child. “You should have seen your face!” was all she was able to say in-between more laughing.

“Hirra! Seriously, why would you?! Wait… ” It was at this moment Mender realised it, she turned back to the knife and tried to let go… but she couldn't… “You used superglue on your knife?!”

“Oh, don’t be so mad!” Hirra said, having finally got over her mad giggle. While starting to take a few celebratory selfies. “I just needed you out of the way for the bank robbery tonight!” At that, she began to move backwards, so Mender couldn't kick at her.

After a few failed attempts to break free, Mender finally processed what the other sidekick had said. “So… you are planning to rob the bank… again?” Mender asked casually, as if she wasn't currently trapped.

“Yeah!” Hirra yelled, clearly proud of herself.

“Huh…” was all that Hirra got back, making her turn her head back up from her phone, to the trapped sidekick. But by the time Hirra realised what was about to happen, it was already too late.

Mender had quickly and quietly taken her phone (only one hand was trapped) and dialled Lady Alexandria. “Hey, Alexandria. Just going to inform you, Hirra is planning a bank robbery tonight. She is currently at-”

There was a loud “HEY! That’s cheating!” from Hirra, but Mender just smiled at her smugly.

“Lady Alexandria will be here in 15 minutes so you get a small headstart.”

Hirra just stuck her tongue out, as she began running. “The other way!” Mender yelled, smirking. Hirra, embarrassingly, had to turn and run back the other way, Mender giving her a little wave as she passed by once more.

#heroes and villains #hero x villain #sidekick #young villain #young hero #hero x villain community #the sidekick club #hero sidekick #villain sidekick #Sadie #Hirra #tw knife #tw trap #tw Attempted thievery #snippet

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he1iks · 1 year

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I love it when villains hugely underestimate the kid hero during their first battle and get destroyed

#child hero #young hero #kid hero #get rekt #underestimated

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puddleslimewrites · 1 year

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Naivety

Part 2

"Why are you a villain? You don't seem very...villainous."

Villain cut the young hero a sharp look. "Mind yourself. I might be your new nemesis but I am not new to this game." They struck out. Hero dodged with irritating ease.

They didn't fight for long. Soon, Hero had one arm wrapped around Villain's middle, the other holding a weapon to their throat. With their back pressed to Hero's chest, Villain held their own blade out to the side and pointed at an angle toward Hero's liver. They were at a standstill.

"You didn't answer my question," Hero said. Their tone was light, though their grip was anything but.

Villain scoffed. "You're naïve."

"I'm curious."

"Same thing," the evildoer spat.

Hero was undeterred. "You seem tired."

"I'd like to retire."

That made Hero pause. Villain took the opportunity to escape the hold. "Then why don't you?" they asked.

The villain stared them down, debating whether or not to answer truthfully. Or perhaps considering if they should answer at all.

"Because there's still too many of you running around."

#young hero #older villain #villain just wants to retire #but their morals won't let them #heroes and villains #writing prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #hope that description of the standstill makes sense #writing #hero and villain #puddleslimewrites #been sitting on this one for a while #new hero

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Could you please write something where a civilian is the hero’s (who is a kid/teen hero) schools librarian or teacher. Who is looking out for them and helping with planning and tactic of fighting the villain. But along the way civilian and villain start falling for one another to the annoyance and reluctant support of the little hero. And perhaps villain taking it easy on fights not wanting to put civilian or the little hero in danger. Please and thank you! Love your writing!

"Just a moment!" Civilian called at the library door's signature screeeech. They'd already talked to the school board several times about ungumming the hinges or replacing the doors or something, but as usual, the library wasn't top of the list for school funds. But of course, the football team was definitely cleared to go to Disneyland if they won State next month because that was an important experience for 25 students it benefitted.

Civilian did their best not to slam the books down as they finished unloading their book cart, but they couldn't help if a few of the bigger volumes made a louder thud than the rest. Calm. Caaaalm. They couldn't afford to scare away a potential reader; the library was empty enough as it was. If it declined anymore they wouldn't be allowed to make any more book orders, and admittedly, those were largely personal.

Civilian forced a cheery voice as they popped out from around the bookshelf. "Alright, how can I help--"

A pair of slitted, bottle-green eyes flashed up from the little pith helmeted bobblehead wobbling on the edge of Civilian's desk. At the sight of Civilian, a strange grin--almost a snarl--curled the corners of their mouth, revealing one large fang that poked unnaturally thick and long over their bottom lip. Not a student. Not a teacher. A stranger. No, if only they were that. Civilian may have never met Villain in person before, but that didn't mean they couldn't recognize them. There were really only so many fiamora running around.

"Well, well," they purred silkily, stalking closer, shoulders rolled forward like the predator they were. "Who would have thought. Hero's beloved mentor a defenseless little librarian?"

Civilian should have made a run for one of the doors. Maybe the one on the left side leading into the parking lot. They should have banked on Villain's unfamiliarity and their own experience with the room. Instead, they did what most prey do under panic: they backed deeper into their hole.

"Oh, don't run away," Villain cooed as Civilian retreated amongst the bookshelves.

Civilian ducked out of one aisle and into another and then another. If they knew anything about fiamora, and they liked to flatter themself that they did, they couldn't stay in one spot for too long. Or repeat the same movement too many times. The creatures had premonitory abilities, especially acute when hunting, and anything stagnant or in a rhythm was clear to their mind's eye. Unfortunately, there was only so much you could do in an endless line of shelves.

"You're just running in circles," Villain said from the next aisle over.

Civilian's heart rose into their throat, clogging their airway with the heaviness of their pulse. Maybe-- Maybe if they climbed one of the shelves? That was different. Right? They started scaling anyway.

"I have to say, I admire your work. But I'm a little disappointed today. Maybe your tactics aren't so great under pressure. Or maybe you don't know how to apply them to yourself. Is that why you rely on the wits of a teenager?"

Villain pounced around the corner.

Civilian jumped, losing their balance on the third shelf and falling back against the bookshelf behind them with a frantic flap of their arms. Several fantasy novels thunked to the floor.

Villain roared with laughter then dropped the remains of their chuckles into a low throaty hum. The tufted end of their tail skimmed over the book spines as they prowled closer.

Civilian attempted to scramble to their feet, but too late. Villain’s clawed hands slammed down on the shelf to either side of them. Trapped.

"You know, I really wasn't expecting you," Villain mused. "All those tactics and plans. I thought for sure you were some sort of mage or at the very least, a retired hero. So where did you get all that knowledge?"

"Books mostly," Civilian said. It was meant to sound wry, but with the walls of their throat constricted around their heartbeat, it came out squeaky. They cleared their throat. "How did you find me?"

Villain's tail wrapped around Civilian's ankle. "The kid's smart, but they're not exactly infallible. Five different routes to this school after our fights? It threw me off for a while, but what are 8 months in the grand scheme of things?"

Stupid. Civilian was so stupid. They had told Hero to change up the routes to get here, but the kid couldn't make up more than what was available. They should have started meeting in other locations as well. This had always just been such a convenient location it never occurred to them... They'd thought themself so intelligent like one of the adventurous scholars in their books. But they really were just an inexperienced nobody who'd barely stepped out of their hometown. If they died it was their own fault. They just hoped someone other than Hero found them.

They looked up helplessly into Villain's eyes. That color wasn't common in humans, and it was much brighter in a living host than the formaldehyde-soaked samples shown to them in lectures.

"Are you going to kill me?" They heard themself say, slightly mesmerized.

"Oh, I don't know," Villain grinned, bending in closer. "I doubt Hero would be much fun without you. But then again, they have been an irritating thorn in my side. Maybe I should end it here."

The overhead lights glinted off their saber tooth. Only one. That was strange. Had they lost one? But the one they did have was so small. Maybe they'd lost both and the left was growing back in faster. Or perhaps Civilian's theories on the fiamora's age had been wrong.

“Um, is that new?” They didn't know why they said it. They were about to be torn apart, and they were wondering about their would-be murderer's fangs?

The slits in Villain's eye blew out a little. They cocked their head. “Huh?”

“The saber tooth," Civilian clarified. "There’s only one, but quite a few fiamora lines are genetically prone to one starter tooth growing in late, and this one only just curls over your lip so, that makes me think it may be your first one?”

What were they doing?

Villain pulled back a little, all traces of mischief vanished from their expression. “So you think the second one will still come in?”

“How long since the first one came in?” Civilian asked. They just couldn't help themself.

“A couple months.”

“Worry after 6 months. It's still within the bounds of initial maturity."

Villain sat back on their heels with a sigh. Their tail still wrapped around Civilian's leg, and the end now subconciously brushed the inside of their calf.

"Thank the ancients. You have no idea how worried I was, and with no one to talk about it, I never thought it might be genetic."

Civilian nodded knowingly. "Right, fiamora don't live in packs and your mothers leave before your teeth come in. I can imagine that sort of solitary living would be hard when you have questions. Well, actually, I never thought about it until now. It never occurred to me that you might want to talk to another of your kind. The books always made it sound like you wanted to be alone. That's my mistake."

Villain stared at them. Civilian flinched. They had started talking to them like some sort of specimen. What was wrong with them? They were definitely going to die now. Change the subject! Change the subject!

"You know, Hero never really described you, so I worried we were dealing with some sort of ancient." Civilian chuckled lamely. Something strange was happening to them. An edge that didn't come from a fear of dying. "What a relief."

"The tyke never described you much either," Villain said, closing in again. "Safety reasons I'm sure."

That saber tooth was so fascinating. How sharp was the point? The books said they tore into flesh like butter, but did that come with bite force or innate sharpness? Maybe...maybe they could touch it.

They stopped their hand inches away. Were they concussed or something? Sticky warmth gathered on the back of their head where they hit the bookshelf, so maybe. In any case, they were being weird!

Villain stared at their extended hand for a moment then plopped their cheek into their palm. A violent shiver ran up Civilian's arm.

"I...er...I wasn't..."

"You like fiamoras?" Villain said, eyes looking up at them intensly.

Civilian swallowed. "Yes. I have a degree in other worldly creatures, but, um, I wrote my thesis on fiamoras, so... Yes."

"Lucky you. I like bespectacled humans who read lots of books."

"Oh," was all Civilian could think to say as the villain leaned in closer. Their breath tickled warm against their cheek.

"Your head is bleeding," Villain said, thumbing the sticky part of Civilian's head.

"I'll put a bandage on it later," Civilian said, unable to take their eyes off the villain's looming face.

Villain's nose brushed against their temple as they brought their mouth to the hollow of their ear. "Your Hero is coming."

"That's fine." How could anything have such beautiful eyes? The more Civilian looked into them, the less real they seemed. More like something out of a dream. They could stare at them all-- "Hold on, what did you say?"

"What the--" Hero stood at the end of the aisle with their hands thrown over their face, body doubled over as if in excruciating pain. "Agh! My eyes! What are you even doing?"

"Hero!" Civilian cried. "This isn't-- Nothing is-- They came to kill me!"

"I think I'm going to throw up," Hero gagged.

"I'm serious! This is a murder situation!"

Villain's tail loosed from Civilian's ankle, and they brushed off the knees of their trousers as they straightened up.

"It was nice meeting you, Civilian. Let's do it again. But maybe next time somewhere more private?" They turned away from Civilian's burning face and toward Hero. "See you around, kiddie."

They shot the teenager a wink as they passed by, and the shriek of the door announced their leave.

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"I wasn't going to kiss them," Civilian deadpanned, gathering up the stray novels into their arms.

"Your lips were like this!" Hero said, pinching their thumbs and forefingers together and holding them just shy of touching.

"I was looking at their saber tooth. That's it. I've never seen a fiamora so close up before. I was curious."

"Oh yeah, I bet you were curious about that tooth. Curious how it'd feel in your mouth."

"Hero!"

"What?" Hero cried defensively. "I'm just saying!"

"It's disrespectful and distasteful and you're too young to talk about it anyway."

"Too young to talk about kissing?"

"Too young to talk to me about my dating life. Nothing happened. It was...it was a typical hero/villain hostage situation. Like in the movies. I'm glad you walked in on it."

Hero raised their eyebrows at them, unconvinced, but instead of saying anything, they began picking up books too.

The air conditioning hummed in the stretched silence as they read labels and re-alphabetized each row, but Civilian's face still felt hot.

They had to be grateful it was Hero and not another student who had seen them in that situation. The library had enough issues without adding 'promiscuous librarian' to it. How would they have explained to the board that it was actually a villain making an attempt on their life--because that was exactly what it was--, not a visiting lover and that they’d tracked them down because they were secretly helping the city's hero with battle planning in their off-hours? Even if they believed them, it still meant they'd potentially put students in danger. They would have been fired for sure.

They pressed their palm to their forehead. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

"It'd punch a hole through your lip," Hero said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"The tooth. If you kissed, it would totally tear through your lip, or your cheek, or your gums. I've kissed people before, and it's basic mechanics."

"And you think I haven't?" Civilian cried. What did the kid take them for? "Obviously, I would kiss around it!" They froze, a furious blush warming their neck and ears. "N-not that I would ever kiss Villain in the first place. That would be...morally compromising. Probably."

Hero narrowed their eyes. "Should I be worried about you joining the dark side out of fatuous love?"

"No!" Where did the kid even learn terms like that? Maybe Civilian needed to dumb down their conversations a little. "Even if I were to for whatever reason date Villain, which I'm not, it would never change my position on what's good and bad. I could never ever turn my back on you."

Hero sighed. "Alright, I trust you. If you promise you'll still be on my side, I guess you have my permission to make out with my nemesis."

Civilian smacked Hero upside the head with a paperback. "That's enough of that. Do your homework."

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Hero stared at the hi-tech communication device in their hand. It was more than a mobile phone, that they were certain of. This was the same device Villain used to control their weapons, to call for reinforcements, to find other heroes and villains’ locations.

This was also the same device they were going to use to contact the hero agency somehow, to complain about them.

Hero didn’t know how that worked, did the Villain have their number in their contacts, or were they just going to submit a form on the website? Regardless, this device was extremely powerful. A fact that taunted them as they sat and stared at how exactly to get rid of the plain black screen.

It had been an hour since Hero had run away from Villain. One whole hour without any suspicious droppings-in by said villain.

Hero didn't mind to be honest, even if it was suspicious. But best to take advantage of their crime-less free time.

They had started dozing off when they heard the unmistakable pitter patter of people’s shoes, coming towards what they called their door.

They sat up immediately, their first instinct to spot their bag then the window. They thought they were safe. They thought they were careful.

But that didn't matter right now. The strangers outside were knocking on their door now asking to be let in.

They pounced for their bag. Villain’s device, their super suit, some clothes and food they had saved up — everything seemed to be there. They took their shoes in their other hand and ran towards the window.

They jumped, and the strangers outside opened the door.

Hero bounced back. Some force fields were blocking the open window. It wasn’t glass but they had felt this power before.

Villain.

The door opened and a lot of adults barged in, cameras and microphones and notepads in hand. They weren’t dressed in supersuits, which was a surprise, but not one that made Hero feel any calmer.

“Hello!” one adult said too loudly, wearing a dress shirt and pants, holding a mic in hand.

Hero didn't say a word. They stepped backward to the window. They couldn’t escape before, but maybe they could burn the force field, or even just the wall instead.

A lot of camera flashes. And a lot of people.

Hero inched closer and closer to the wall.

And then a well-dressed figure strode in and everyone was quiet.

“I told you, didn’t I?” They sounded familiar. And Hero had the vague suspicion that that line was aimed at them instead of the crowd invading their room.

“How did you know?”

“What are you going to do now?”

“Are there more homeless kids in this building?”

Question after question, and the figure ignored them all, choosing instead to come to Hero and kneel down in front of them.

“Hello, NAME.” Hero panicked. How did they know their name? Who was this person? What were these people going to do with them now? Could they fire blast all of them and escape? Would they get in trouble? Would they get hurt? Were these people villains... Villain.

It clicked.

They looked into those eyes staring at them. Villain’s eyes.

Villain noticed Hero’s recognition instantly and they beamed. Oddly enough, Hero had even changed their stance and posture ever so slighty, seeming more comfortable now that someone in the room wasn’t a stranger to them.

An enemy. But not a stranger.

How… strange, Villain wanted to say. But they didn’t, despite wanting Hero to hear their brilliant puns as soon as they thought of them.

But it didn't matter. Villain had a plan, which was why they had these people come to this run-down slum Hero called a home.

“NAME,” Villain said, a fake softness in their voice which didn't disguise the villainous gleam no one but Hero saw. “I’m going to adopt you.”

Hero remembered being wrapped in a hug and a prick in their neck before they passed out.

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Writing journey

Been feeling extremely stressed and realized I haven't written anything in a while. Writing makes me feel better and every few months when life seems to be getting away from me and I seem to be struggling in every way, I'll realize I haven't written. So here you go, part 2 I wrote in like an hour while having 3 deadlines tomorrow.

Please share tips for stress and time management, I am struggling so bad and my brain is going to explode and I keep falling asleep.

Life lesson: Sometimes the less intuitive thing will help. Wish me luck, I'm going to try working on those things tonight when I'm back home.

I do feel better, but now I need to get ready to leave.

Byeee <3

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