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Valentinesday-Special

Summary: Living Weapon honestly has no ambition in doing anything other than making people happy. But Civilian is their favorite person Themes: We have a bit of power-dynamic, but more in a "I choose to be yours" way. Also just fluff, combined with a ton of violence Possible triggers: Living Weapon is the definition of a people pleaser with no boundaries. There are also some very slight hint to Living Weapons past. Also we have murder.

Living Weapon knew the moment they entered the hotel that today was going to be the day. They had known what was going to happen in the first week of working at the hotel. They had known it was going to be soon since the owner's pulse had consistently stayed higher than usual. And they knew it was today, because there were people in clothes relaxed enough to hide weapons, seamlessly blending in with the crowd.

But that was none of Living Weapons business. Nobody had told them to defend the hotel, or to anything at all for that matter. And as long as nobody wanted anything else from them, Living Weapon was happy to do their regular job - which was greeting guests, checking them in and taking care of any additional requests they might have. That last part was Living Weapons favourite.

In theory, there were supposed to be two people working the front desk, but for the first twenty minutes of their shift Living Weapon was usually covering for Civilian. Living Weapon also loved covering for Civilain. Not that they didn’t like covering for their other colleagues as well, Living Weapon just liked making people happy, in general. But after a few months, Civilian had become their favourite.

It was because even after multiple months of Living Weapon covering for them without complaint, Civilian still looked rushed when they came in.

“Hey, sorry for the delay, damn stop light wouldn’t turn green.” Civilian was talking while walking, dropping their bag behind the front desk, hurrying towards the locker to change into their uniform.

“It’s really okay, I don’t mind”, Living Weapon answered, as always.

“Yea, yea, I know, because you just like helping people. But that doesn’t mean you should let people walk all over you. And that includes me.”

“You’re not walking all over me.”

“Yea, but everybody else does. And I can’t always tell them to back off.” Civilian was back from the lockers now, still adjusting their shirt. “By the way, I brought breakfast.” Two to-go cups were placed on the counter, as well as a brown paper back.

“It’s something new,” Living Weapon realized. They recognized most of the smell - sugar, butter, flour - something baked and glazed was in the brown bag. Both of the cups contained coffee, but one of them was a regular coffee with milk and one sugar, the other had espresso with milk, a lot of sugar, vanilla, and… something.

“You’re good, yes it is. Wanna take a guess? It’s okay if you don’t figure it out, I have no idea how you even knew I didn’t bring you those already.”

The first time Living Weapon had covered Civilians shift, Civilian had come in with food as an apology. It had been coffee with milk and a croissant, back than, because Civilian hadn’t known what Living Weapon liked. After Living Weapon had told them that they didn’t know what they liked either, Civilian had made it a point to always bring new stuff for them. Living Weapon enjoyed that immensely, without really understanding why. They always liked the food fine, and they didn’t really need to eat anyway. But it was still nice to be asked, to be treated as if they could have an opinion that mattered.

“It’s a doughnut, glazed with something. Something red? Strawberry, but there’s no strawberry in it, just artificial flavor and colour. And the coffee is from that one place that does all the syrup, which means the doughnut is also from there, which means it’s probably the heart-shaped one they do for their valentine's day promotion. And since you like doing themes the coffee has to be the valentines-special with whipped cream, heart sprinkles and white chocolate.”

As Living Weapon looked up, Civilian was smiling. They didn’t have to smile for Living Weapon to know they were happy, but they always made a point of showing it, when Living Weapon had made them happy.

“You are a genius, you know that? You really shouldn’t be working in a crappy place like this.”

“I like it here”, Living Weapon replied.

“Yes, but have you even tried to do something else? Going to college, starting a drug business or something? Because honestly, I think you could do what ever you wanted, if you set your mind to it.”

“I know. But I don’t think I want to.”

“Well then, I can’t force you to quit. And I can’t say that I don’t enjoy having you here.”

There conversation was interrupted by the suspicious people bursting into the lobby, guns drawn, screaming at everybody to get down.

Living Weapon was the first one down, with Civilian following quickly after them, sort of bracing themselves over Living Weapon.

“Shit. Shtishitshitshitshit this is all Marks fault. I told him he shouldn’t borrow money from a fucking gang, but does he ever listen to me? No, he fucking doesn’t.” Civilians voice was shaky with fear as they were whispering to themselves. Meanwhile the people with the guns were approaching them.

“You two, get up.”

Civilian let out another shaky curse, but did as told, offering their hand to pull Living Weapon up.

“Hey, man, whatever this is, we are not involved, okay? If you want to beat somebody up, take Mark.”

“Beating somebody up doesn’t pay the bills, honey. Today we are walking out of here with something that pays. One way or another.” At that, the man with the gun gave Living Weapon a once over.

“Leave them alone.” Despite their fear being so obvious to Living Weapon, Civilian stepped between them and the man. “You have a whole hotel to take apart, so just take what you want and leave.”

“What, are you afraid I’ll hurt your friend?” the man asked, with a nasty tone in his voice. “Fine, maybe I’ll take you instead.”

Something strange happened at those words. Something in Living Weapon seemed to wake up. Suddenly the man in front of them became a collection of weak points, of nerves and arteries and joints that could be easily ripped apart.

“Come on, please. I have nothing to do with this, and you know that.”

“You’re working here, aren’t you? You work for Mark.”

“Because I need the money, not because I’m loyal to him or anything! Hell, he even owes me money, skipped out on the last paycheck. So we’re kinda on the same side, right?”

Living Weapon was hearing the words, understood them, but they barely registered. They were focussed on the men with guns, pointed at Civilian, and on Civilian themselves. Living Weapon wanted to defend them, but they weren’t sure if they were supposed to. Civilian had always said to stand up for themself, but that had never been necessary. There weren’t many things in the world that could hurt Living Weapon, and most of them had been destroyed with the laboratory. But Civilian wasn’t a living weapon, they were, well, a regular human. An amazing human, Living Weapons favourite human, but just a human still.

“Should I kill them?” Living Weapon asked softly. Both Civilian and the man suddenly looked at them. The man laughed a mean laugh.

“What?” Civilian asked, their face bright with panic. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do right now, but just stay out of this. I’m handling it, okay?”

And Living Weapon would have been okay with it, if they hadn’t been sure that Civilian didn’t actually understand.

“But I could kill them, Civilian. It’s very easy. If you don’t want them to hurt us, just tell me to kill them. Or I don’t have to kill them. I can just knock them out for a while.”

“You think you could knock me out?” The man laughed again. He seemed to have a lot of fun, pointing his gun at Civilian and Living Weapon. “Oh, I wanna see that. Come on, honey, try and hurt me.”

“Leave them alone, please, they don’t know what they are talking about”, Civilian argued, but the man ignored them. Living Weapon didn’t like it when people ignored Civilian.

“Come on, sweetheart. Punch me. Show me how strong you are.”

Living Weapon looked at Civilian.

“Can I punch him?”

“No! Don’t punch him! Nobody punch anybody, let’s just talk about this!”

“No. No more talking. Your friend here wanted a fight. So now I’ll give them a choice. Either they punch me, or I beat both of you up.”

When Living Weapon looked at Civilian for an answer, Civilian just looked back helplessly. “I don’t know”, they said, and sounded as if they were really sorry. “I don’t think I can help you anymore.”

“That’s okay”, Living Weapon answered and knocked the man out with one punch.

“Holy shit”, was all Civilian could say before everybody started screaming. Living Weapon had pushed both of them out of the fire, but multiple people with guns had decided they wanted to kill them.

“I told you I can kill them”, Living Weapon answered.

“I thought you were joking!”

“I wasn’t. Now do you want me to kill the rest?”

“I don’t- wa-” Then something calm came over Civilians expression. “No. Not all of them. Let one go, so he can tell everybody not to mess with us.”

“Okay”, was all Living Weapon said before letting them self go.

This story featured Living Weapon as Living Weapon and Civilian as Civilian. Will they return?

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Civilian

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Ask and you shall recieve - I present: Part two, electric bogalo

(This was meant to be a bit more slow burn / enemies to lovers / tension and all that, but apparently Villain doesn't role that way, so they are just kinda in love now. Sorry not sorry)

The end of fighting

Summary: Hero is exhausted, just trying to keep Villain distracted while the rest of the team does their job. And Villain? Villain just might discover something Themes: Power dynamics (some nice kneeling ;)) Possible triggers: Fighting, Murder mentioned, slight suicidal tendencies I guess

With every breath there was a taste of blood in Heros mouth, but they couldn’t take a break. Not yet.

“Come on, is that all you can do?” Villain asked lightly, as if Hero wasn’t even a threat to them. They weren’t. If Hero had been well rested, well equipped by J.U.S.T.I.C.E, things would have been different. But they had been pulling double shifts since Superhero had left, and this had never been supposed to be a fight they would win. They just needed to be a distraction, while the important heroes disabled the bombs. 

“I’m barely getting started”, Hero forced out, attempting another attack but barely managing to reach Villain.

“Ups, too late. Hey, maybe I should buy you a coffee, because this is getting boring.”

“Can you please just shut up?” Hero heard their own desperation and wanted to slam their head into a wall. Never let them see your weak points, you just show them where to attack. But Villain already knew that far too well where to attack Hero, and like J.U.S.T.I.C.E had said, it didn’t matter if Hero died in this fight, as long as it was after the bombs were disabled. The sound of an explosion shook the ground.

“Oh fuck me”, Villain explained, turning their back to Hero as if they weren’t even a threat, and looking at the cloud of smoke that was now rising from the bank. “Guess inflation isn’t going to go up for a while”, they said, sounding oddly unbothered by the whole situation.

Hero thought about running away. They were allowed to, their only mission was to distract Villain until the bombs weren’t a threat any more, which was now, even though things hadn’t played out the way they had wanted. But running away seemed like so much work, and honestly, Hero didn’t see the point. So they just stood there, panting from exhaustion, until Villain turned around.

“Still here?” Villain asked, as if they had read Heros' mind. “Don’t tell me you still want to fight.”

“I don’t care”, Hero got out, still hardly getting any breath. They were sore all over. They were so fucking tired.

“Not to tell you what to do, but you probably should start caring now”, Villain said, taking a menacing step towards Hero. “I mean, my plan just got destroyed. I am angry. I want revenge. And you are right here, in front of me, and it’s your fault. Hero, I am seriously contemplating killing you.”

There was a part of Heros' brain screaming at them to run. They needed to keep fighting, keep going, there was so much they still needed to do. But they also felt so incredibly tired.

“Fine”, Hero heard themself say. Then they fell to their knees. Then they waited for the blow to come.

After a while, the pain in their lungs lessened. Their heartbeat went down to an almost normal rhythm, the sound of blood rushing in their ears subsided. And, curiously, they were still alive.

As Hero dared to look up, they found Villain looking down at them. The expression in their face was something Hero couldn’t place, at least not in this situation. Pity was the thing that came to mind, but Hero knew what pity looked like, and this wasn’t it.

“You could still run away”, Villain offered. “I wouldn’t try to stop you.”

“What’s the point?” Hero asked. Something new seemed to have spread its wings over the two of them, something that seemed strangely comfortable for the situation they were in.

“I don’t know. What would be the point in killing you?”

“I don’t know”, Hero echoed.

“I don’t either. It’s not like you, as a person, have done anything that bad. You just work for a shit corporation.” Hero thought that maybe they should say something about this, probably in defence of J.U.S.T.I.C.E, but it didn’t seem like Villain was expecting them to answer, and honestly, Hero didn’t really care that much about J.U.S.T.I.C.E. It was just the only job they knew how to do. “And it would be a shame to kill somebody that looks so pretty on their knees.”

Forgotten were all thoughts about J.U.S.T.I.C.E. Hero stared up at Villain in absolute shock.

“Oh come on, I can’t be the first person to think that you are cute. I mean, it’s a pathetic-wet-cat kinda charm, but believe me, there’s a substantial audience for that.”

Now Hero really wanted to say something, because they did not want to have a pathetic-wet-cat kinda charm, but there wasn’t exactly a dignified way to defend themself while kneeling in front of Villain. 

The far sound of hurried steps broke the strange tension between them. Villains gaze snapped away from Hero, and they were hurrying to get away. But then, with another look at Hero, they stopped.

“Oh fuck it”, they said out loud, scrambling to get something from their pocked. “Don’t make me regret this. If you ever have a day off, call me, and I’ll buy you that coffee you need.” 

Hero stared dumbly, as a folded piece of paper was pressed into their hand.

“But if you set me up, I will kill you, no matter how cute you look.”

And with that, Villain was gone.

This story featured Hero as Hero and Vigilante as Villain. Will they return?

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In a haze

Summary: Hero has a mental break down, Villain is into it Themes: Self-hate, fear of letting people down, not being good enough, all that jazz. Whump, hurt/comfort, so much fucking comfort bc you deserve it <3. This is basically a fix it fic for my own self-worth issues. Also love. If you want love, you get love in here. Possible triggers: Hero is in a major depressive episode, we also have a bit of violence

Hero was faintly aware that they were probably having some sort of crisis. There was a slim hope that it might be something physical, a brain tumor maybe or some slow acting poison. But the sadly more likely explanation was, that the events of the last year had truly messed them up beyond repair, and they would spend the rest of their life slowly falling apart until there would be nothing left.

But until then, they had work to do, and J.U.S.T.I.C.E didn’t care if they woke up every morning filled with dread. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. If they found out how little Hero cared about anything these days, they would probably fire them. And that thought scared Hero enough to keep them going, to keep them working, even if they felt like everything was meaningless.

They hardly even read their assignments anymore. It wasn’t like J.U.S.T.I.C.E trusted them enough to let them do anything actually important, it was always the same. All Hero really needed to know was where to go, and if they were fighting to kill, arrest, or distract. Because of this, they didn’t realize who they were supposed to be facing until they stood facing each other.

“Long time no see”, said Villain, voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. With sudden shame Hero remembered the note Villain had given them months ago, their number scribbled onto it. They had never called. Hadn’t even figured out if they wanted to.

“If you surrender now, J.U.S.T.I.C.E promises a fair trial.” It was the script Hero had learned as a teenager. They had hated it, but now they were thankful for it. They couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Villain.

“A fair trial? Oh come on, J.U.S.T.I.C.E hasn’t given anybody a fair trial since it was created! Just because you call yourself J.U.S.T.I.C.E doesn’t mean you guys aren’t a pay-to-win operation.”

“So a fight then.” Hero sounded apathetic. They knew they did, they had been training to suppress their emotions since even before they joined J.U.S.T.I.C.E. But something about fighting Villain of all people made them feel nauseous. 

“Really? You’re just going to be like that?” Villain dodged Heroes attack easily, more easily than they should. Hero hadn’t planned their move properly. “You could have at least sent me a text, you know? Let me down gently?”

“Sorry.” The word left a rotten taste on Heroes tongue, because they did truly feel sorry. Not exactly for not calling, but for just forgetting. But how could they even start to explain?

“It’s fine.” There was a distinct note of annoyance in Villains voice. Their following attack felt perfunctory. “I mean, we are on opposite sides. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. Probably shouldn’t even have given you my number.”

That stung. It was so unexpected, that for a moment Hero forgot what they were doing. Suddenly they were in the air. Then on the floor. Everything hurt.

“Shit.” The voice was faint, muffled by the ringing in Heroes ears. There were hurried steps, and then Villain was bending over Hero, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy”, Hero pressed out.

“Are you sure, because you don’t look good.” Villain was now kneeling down next to them, reaching out. Hero concentrated on not flinching away, or tensing up. They just stayed still, until suddenly there was a soft, warm hand cradling the side of their head. “In my defense, I was expecting you to dodge”, Villain said softly, as they inspected Heroes injuries. “You always had great reflexes.”

“Really?” Before they could think, Hero had locked eyes with Villain. To their utter horror, there was no mockery in Villains eyes, just a hint of confusion.

“Jesus, Hero, hasn’t anybody ever given you a compliment?” Hero didn’t respond. “Great. Well, it seems like you aren’t injured to badly. Just maybe a concussion, some scrapes and bruises… I would tell you to take it easy for a few days, but knowing you, I assume you won’t. So just… I don’t even know. See you at our next fight, I guess.”

With that, Villain stood. Hero kept their eyes trained upwards. There was nothing but skye, the sound of disappearing steps, and a sudden panic filling every fiber of their being. 

“It’s not that I didn’t want to call!” Hero called it towards the sky, not daring to look after Villain. They knew they wouldn’t be able to say it, then. They could hardly do it now. “I just forgot.”

“You get how that’s worse, right?” Despite everything, there was a relief in hearing Villains voice. They couldn’t be more than a few steps away from Hero. They sounded annoyed again, but they were still here.

“I know. And to be honest, I don’t know if I would have asked you out either way. Like you said, we are an opposite sides and all that. But I would have told you. I never wanted to just ignore you. It’s just… everything is so much right now. And I know that I should be used to it, and I am not trying to make excuses, because I know that I should do better. But I just can’t. Not right now. Most days I can hardly remember what day it is.” There was that familiar pain at the back of their throat, and Hero distinctly remembered Villain calling them pathetic. Oh how right they had been. Hero truly was pathetic.

“When was the last time you had a day off?” The question pulled Hero back into the moment.

“I was in a coma for a few days, some time in summer.”

“That doesn’t count. A day off, where you would have been physically and mentally able to work, but actually took that time to relax and take care of yourself.”

“I think… maybe some time before Mentor left?”

“Hero, that was almost a year ago.” 

“Don’t you think I know that? And don’t start with whatever lecture you were about to give me, because believe me, I know! But you don’t know what it is like for somebody like me in a place like J.U.S.T.I.C.E. They didn’t even want me there before Mentor left, and now? They don’t say it, but I know what they all think of me! They think I’m a traitor, and they are just waiting for anything to prove it. One wrong step, and I am out on the street. And I know I shouldn’t care, I should be above it all, I shouldn’t need them so bad, but I do, okay? I can’t be alone again. So if an 80 hour work week is what it takes for me to stay with J.U.S.T.I.C.E, then that’s what I’ll do. And if it kills me, than I’ll at least have somebody to put my name on a gravestone.”

Only when Hero stopped talking, they realized how loud they had gotten. Screaming at the sky like a crazy person, tears in their eyes. Oh god, had they been crying?

Yes. They had been crying.

That was one way to make sure that Villain wouldn’t be mad about Hero not calling anymore. They would probably never want to talk to Hero again.

“Oh sweetheart.” To Heroes absolute horror, Villains voice had gone incredibly soft. It was the tone of voice Hero faintly remembered Mentor using, once in a while, when they had pushed Hero too hard.

“Don’t pity me.” Hero hated how broken they sounded.

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you still here?”

Before answering, Villain gave a long sigh.

“Please don’t make me say it, it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than my breakdown?” Hero was still talking into the sky, feeling strangely calm. For the first time in months, a bit of the haze seemed to have lifted from their mind, and the world was becoming clear. 

“It probably depends on who's the judge, but… since I found your breakdown, as you call it, less embarrassing and more cute with a side of heartbreaking, and there is nobody else here… I guess you will be the one to decide if what I have to say is more embarrassing.”

Hero made a half-attempt of a laugh.

“Well then, confess your sins.”

“Oh I will.” There was something daring in Villains voice, but when they spoke again, they were full of sincerity. “Do you remember our last fight? When you knelt in front of me?”

“You said I looked cute”, Hero recalled.

“That was an understatement.” There was no hint of sarcasm in Villains voice. No, they spoke with the same reverence one might use to quote a religious text. There was something in Heroes stomach that twisted at that. “Can you imagine what it felt like, to have somebody you think so highly of, suddenly kneeling at your feet?” Villain sounded almost dreamy now, and Hero felt choked.

“You thought highly of me?”

“I think highly of you, Hero. I always have. I mean, honestly, it would only take one look at you in a fight. Not only do you simply look amazing, you are also just so good at it. Your technique is near perfect, but then, there is this underlying current of just raw instinct, the kind you can’t learn. The way you choose to never do more damage than necessary, even though you obviously could… it doesn’t just speak of your skill, it speaks of your character. I mean, you know I don’t like J.U.S.T.I.C.E., but if every Hero acted like you, I think maybe I would.”

It took a while until Hero managed to speak after that. What where they even supposed to say, to think, to feel after hearing something like that? Nobody had ever spoken this highly of them.

“You must have been very disappointed, when I knelt in front of you.”

“Oh sweetheart, the opposite. I felt honoured. A little scared, I have to admit. But mostly, I knew that I couldn’t let anybody hurt you, ever.”

“That might have been a bit ambitious.” Hero didn’t know why they were being sarcastic right now, they didn’t want to ruin whatever this moment was, but they didn’t know what else to do.

“Yea, I might have gotten caught up in the moment, I have to admit. But still, I don’t like the idea of you being hurt, except maybe in a fun way. And I might have become a bit, for lack of better word, possessive over the idea of you.”

“So, to sum up what you have just said, and correct me if I’m wrong.” Hero finally forced themself to sit up and look at Villain. They were just standing there, a few feet away, looking down on Hero with a half tender, half pained smile. “You are into bdsm.”

To Heroes utter delight, Villain laughed at that. It was light, earnest and entered Heroes bloodstream like a drug.

“Yes, that sums it about up. So, what’s the verdict? Who of us should be more embarrassed?”

“Well.” Despite Heroes aching bones, they forced themself half up, until they were kneeling again. From this position, they looked up at Villain deliberately. “Does this answer your question?”

“Oh.” And there was the same expression Villain had had last time Hero had knelt, and they were right, it wasn’t pity. Hero was still afraid to name it, but they almost wanted to call it adoration. “You have no idea, sweetheart.”

As Villain took a step closer, Hero felt their heart pounding in their chest. Their breath seemed caught in their chest, and they started feeling light. Especially as Villain reached down to cradle their cheek.

“Give me your phone.” It was an order, spoken like a love confession.

“Why?” Hero still asked, because that had always been their fatal flaw. They always had to ask. But Villain didn’t get annoyed, Villain just smiled.

“So I can put my number in it, and then text myself, so that I have your number. And then I can text you, and we can figure out when in your busy schedule I can buy you that coffee.”

This story featured Hero as Hero and Vigilante as Villain. Will they return?

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Hii! I just read your true enemies snippet and oh my gosh I love it sm!! Could you write a 2nd part? Maybe with nemesis getting to know villain better…? Idk I’d love to see that but honestly I’ll love whatever you write :D

First of all, thank you so much for reading my story and deciding to send me a massage - it's always appreciated. Sadly I currently don't have plans for a second part for that particular dynamic, though there might be more stories featuring the hero-team in the future

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Hiiiii!!!! I just wanted to say that I love your writing so much!!! Could you please spare a poor beggar a part 2 to The End of Fighting or a new similar story? I just love LOVE seeing the mighty failing and the villain become the savior!

Plus the angst is just sooooo good in these types of stories and u wrote that one so well!!

If you dont want to or if ur busy thats totally fine! 💕

First of all thank you so much - I am very happy to hear that somebody is enjoying my writing!!!

Second of all... well, I actually do have some mighty plans for this particular hero and villain pairing, and a second part to "The End of Fighting" is already written and ready to be published. And while I can't promise anything more, because I have no control about what the rats currently managing my brain decide to do, I can tell you that I too love to see the mighty fall ^^

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True enemies

Summary: Reformed Villain is getting ostracized by their new hero-team Themes: Some good old fashioned angst, whump, hurt/comfort with a side of having somebody defend you Possible Triggers: Bullying, horrible self esteem, unhealthy behavior bordering on self harm

Reformed Villain had known that joining Team would be hard. They had never expected Nemesis to be anything but hostile, and the others cold at best. But it turned out to be the other way around. While Nemesis mostly kept their distance, the rest of the team was openly hostile towards Reformed Villain.

And they understood. On a very logical level, Villain fully understood that they had done horrible things and that the teams response was only understandable, that Villain would just need to stick through it and prove that they really meant it when they had said they wanted to change sides. Yes, it was bad for now, but it was what they deserved. They would just need to get through it.

In reality though, Villain could see themself slowly breaking down. 

Villain had never exactly been well liked, or liked at all, anywhere. But they had also spent most of their time alone, away from all the hate. Now they woke up to enter a kitchen where four people sat around a table, all conversation halting the moment one of them spotted Villain. Where ever Villain went, they were met with hostile glares, mean comments, the occasional mean prank. In front of the team they tried to have a stiff upper lip about it, since they didn’t want to get a reputation as evil and weak, but at night in bed they could hardly stop their tears from falling. It was just all so exhausting, and after almost a month it only seemed to get worse.

The worst of it was the training. Because while during the day to day the heroes stuck to stupid school pranks, and during missions they were professional. During training though there was nothing stopping them from attacking Villain in any way they wanted, and Villain learned quickly that they couldn’t defend themself unless they wanted to get reprimanded for not being a team player. And the moment Villain got angry it was just prove that they were evil, that they did deserve to be treated like this. After a while they started just taking the punches and patching themself up again after, because the Healer didn’t seem to care.

It was during one of their training sessions with Young Hero that Villain felt like something was off. Young Hero had always been the most cruel of them all, but today there was a certain glint in their eyes that Villain didn’t like. But it wasn’t like they could say anything. It wasn’t like they had anybody they could go to to ask for help. So they just steeled themself for whatever was going to happen, telling themself they could get through it. 

And they almost believed it, until they heard the roaring of Young Heroes fire powers.

Villain was young. Not a child any more, but not really feeling like an adult yet. They had wanted to make a statement, show the rich and powerful of the city that they weren’t as rich, and that money could burn. And because they had been a fan of literal thinking, they had decided to burn down a bank. It had seemed like such a great idea, and their plan had been great. The building went up in flames easily. And Villain was in the middle of it all, smoke filling their lounge, heat melting their suit, fire roaring in their ears. Everything was bright and hot and crumbling and horrible. And when Villain turned to run, they found that every exit was already blocked by walls of burning fire. Their screams of pain and fear were chocked by smoke. Their tears evaporated into burning salt-stains on their cheeks. They were in a world of pain, and soon they would be gone forever. 

It took Villain a while to realize that they were still breathing. That the air around them was cold. There was a sound of dripping water, and as their vision cleared Villain found themself behind a slowly melting wall of ice. Behind it, muffled by the ice, was the sound of people screaming.

“... rules… dangerous…. how… never…” It was the sound of Nemesis voice, almost comforting in his familiarity, even though it always brought pain. With their breathing going back to normal, it was easier to understand what was being said.

“No, Young Hero, I am the one talking now, and don’t give me that look! Do you have any idea what you just did? When you know exactly what happened to them in that fire? No, no I don’t care! It doesn’t matter that they were a villain, they are still a fucking person, and you used their trauma against them for a fucking prank! What the fuck was going through your head?”

“I just thought it would be funny.” Young Heroe sounded genuinely ashamed.

“And what about you two?” Nemesis continued, most likely towards Leader and Healer. “You are supposed to make sure every member of the team is healthy and taken care of. Villain, as much as I hate them, is a member of this team, and you just watched them get beaten in training over and over again. Did you even try to help them once?”

“Don’t put this on me, I’m already working 24/7 making sure the three of you don’t kill yourself by being irresponsible, and it’s not like Villain told me they were hurt. They are an adult, do I really need to play babysitter for them?”

“Come on, Healer, I know you. If it had been anybody else you would have at least checked in with them now and then. But because Villain used to be a villain you choose to take the easy way out and ignore their pain.”

“Don’t put this on Healer”, Leader chimed in.

“Oh I’m not, I’m putting the blame on you. You, who was the one who approved this whole thing, who went against my wishes in letting Villain join the team, and then did absolutely nothing to help them become a part of this team. Yes, Young Hero did the worst of you all, but we all know they wouldn’t have done any of it if you hadn’t made them feel like their behaviour was fully acceptable. You should have made it clear from day one that Villain is part of our team now, stopped any infighting dead in its tracks! But you decided to not only completely abandon them, but actively encourage bullying and discrimination! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

By the time Nemesis was done screaming at their team, most of the ice had melted, and Villain was left in a puddle of cold water, looking up at the rest of the team. Nemesis looked down at them with the sort of open hatred Villain was used to from them. Then Nemesis looked back at their team.

“Fix this”, was all they said, before leaving the training room.

There was an awkward silence between the four of them. Young Heros face was tear streaked. They avoided looking at Villain, choosing instead to hide behind Leader, who seemed to be frozen in place. Only Healer made a tentative step forward. 

“I’m fine”, Villain forced out, before Healer could start acting on what was obviously just pity and guilt, no actual care for Villains feelings. Villain would have preferred cruelty over this.

This story featured Reformed Villain as Villain, Anti-Hero as Nemesis, Team Leader as Leader, Healer as Healer, and Young Hero as Young Hero

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The end of fighting

Summary: Hero is exhausted, just trying to keep Villain distracted while the rest of the team does their job. And Villain? Villain just might discover something Themes: Power dynamics (some nice kneeling ;)) Possible triggers: Fighting, Murder mentioned, slight suicidal tendencies I guess

With every breath there was a taste of blood in Heros mouth, but they couldn’t take a break. Not yet.

“Come on, is that all you can do?” Villain asked lightly, as if Hero wasn’t even a threat to them. They weren’t. If Hero had been well rested, well equipped by J.U.S.T.I.C.E, things would have been different. But they had been pulling double shifts since Superhero had left, and this had never been supposed to be a fight they would win. They just needed to be a distraction, while the important heroes disabled the bombs. 

“I’m barely getting started”, Hero forced out, attempting another attack but barely managing to reach Villain.

“Ups, too late. Hey, maybe I should buy you a coffee, because this is getting boring.”

“Can you please just shut up?” Hero heard their own desperation and wanted to slam their head into a wall. Never let them see your weak points, you just show them where to attack. But Villain already knew that far too well where to attack Hero, and like J.U.S.T.I.C.E had said, it didn’t matter if Hero died in this fight, as long as it was after the bombs were disabled. The sound of an explosion shook the ground.

“Oh fuck me”, Villain explained, turning their back to Hero as if they weren’t even a threat, and looking at the cloud of smoke that was now rising from the bank. “Guess inflation isn’t going to go up for a while”, they said, sounding oddly unbothered by the whole situation.

Hero thought about running away. They were allowed to, their only mission was to distract Villain until the bombs weren’t a threat any more, which was now, even though things hadn’t played out the way they had wanted. But running away seemed like so much work, and honestly, Hero didn’t see the point. So they just stood there, panting from exhaustion, until Villain turned around.

“Still here?” Villain asked, as if they had read Heros' mind. “Don’t tell me you still want to fight.”

“I don’t care”, Hero got out, still hardly getting any breath. They were sore all over. They were so fucking tired.

“Not to tell you what to do, but you probably should start caring now”, Villain said, taking a menacing step towards Hero. “I mean, my plan just got destroyed. I am angry. I want revenge. And you are right here, in front of me, and it’s your fault. Hero, I am seriously contemplating killing you.”

There was a part of Heros' brain screaming at them to run. They needed to keep fighting, keep going, there was so much they still needed to do. But they also felt so incredibly tired.

“Fine”, Hero heard themself say. Then they fell to their knees. Then they waited for the blow to come.

After a while, the pain in their lungs lessened. Their heartbeat went down to an almost normal rhythm, the sound of blood rushing in their ears subsided. And, curiously, they were still alive.

As Hero dared to look up, they found Villain looking down at them. The expression in their face was something Hero couldn’t place, at least not in this situation. Pity was the thing that came to mind, but Hero knew what pity looked like, and this wasn’t it.

“You could still run away”, Villain offered. “I wouldn’t try to stop you.”

“What’s the point?” Hero asked. Something new seemed to have spread its wings over the two of them, something that seemed strangely comfortable for the situation they were in.

“I don’t know. What would be the point in killing you?”

“I don’t know”, Hero echoed.

“I don’t either. It’s not like you, as a person, have done anything that bad. You just work for a shit corporation.” Hero thought that maybe they should say something about this, probably in defence of J.U.S.T.I.C.E, but it didn’t seem like Villain was expecting them to answer, and honestly, Hero didn’t really care that much about J.U.S.T.I.C.E. It was just the only job they knew how to do. “And it would be a shame to kill somebody that looks so pretty on their knees.”

Forgotten were all thoughts about J.U.S.T.I.C.E. Hero stared up at Villain in absolute shock.

“Oh come on, I can’t be the first person to think that you are cute. I mean, it’s a pathetic-wet-cat kinda charm, but believe me, there’s a substantial audience for that.”

Now Hero really wanted to say something, because they did not want to have a pathetic-wet-cat kinda charm, but there wasn’t exactly a dignified way to defend themself while kneeling in front of Villain. 

The far sound of hurried steps broke the strange tension between them. Villains gaze snapped away from Hero, and they were hurrying to get away. But then, with another look at Hero, they stopped.

“Oh fuck it”, they said out loud, scrambling to get something from their pocked. “Don’t make me regret this. If you ever have a day off, call me, and I’ll buy you that coffee you need.” 

Hero stared dumbly, as a folded piece of paper was pressed into their hand.

“But if you set me up, I will kill you, no matter how cute you look.”

And with that, Villain was gone.

This story featured Hero as Hero and Vigilante as Villain. Will they return?

Yes, in Part Two

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Careless

Summary: Villains Sidekick has been left to fend for themselves for a while and ends up kidnapped by Hero Themes: Some emotional whump / hurt comfort stuff, also found family (Sidekick is a child) Potential Triggers: Child neglect

Sidekick had just wanted to go get some food -  Villain had been gone for a few days, and everything in the fridge was going bad and they were so hungry - but they had barely made it out of their hideout before somebody had grabbed them. And now they were tied up in some chair somewhere, a black burlap sack thrown over their head, and all they could think about was how mad Villain was going to be.

“I am not scared”, they said out loud.

“Shure.” Sidekick cringed at that voice. It was Hero. “But if I can give you some advice, people who aren’t scared usually don’t feel the need to announce that fact.”

“Well now I’m really not scared”, Sidekick shot back. That was only half true. They were still scared of what Villain would do to them once they found out, but they weren’t scared of Hero. Hero wasn’t scary at all, they were just strange.

“Liar.” Heroes voice was pointed, and Sidekick tried to glare in their general direction. “But luckily for you I am happy to negotiate about the terms of your release.”

The words felt like a rock dropping in Sidekicks stomach, but they forced themself to put on a brave face.

“If you think you can negotiate with Villain, they know that I can take care of myself.”

“Yes, they seem to have that impression.” Heroes voice was eerily calm as they were moving around, doing… something. Sidekick didn’t dare to think about what that clinking sound might mean. “Though if you wouldn’t mind, tell me the last time you had a warm meal.”

“Fuck you”, Sidekick answered with out hesitation.

“Watch your tone.” Heroes voice was so icy that Sidekick immediately regretted snapping at them. Though they didn’t apologize - Villain had strictly forbidden Sidekick from apologizing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be too harsh.” As if Hero had read Sidekicks mind, their voice had softened. “Let’s just drop the topic of meals for now and go back to the negotiation. I have a few options for you. Option one: I have a few options for haircuts we could do, but I have to warn you, with how matted your hair is, it will have to be short. Option two: I put on an age appropriate tv show for you and start detangling your hair, though that might take a while and hurt a bit. In both cases we will order some food, and I would also like to give you some clean clothes and throw the ones you are wearing in the laundry, but that last part is optional. But if you comply, I won’t tell Villain how easily I caught you.”

Sidekick tried to process what had been said. They had been prepared for a lot, but not one of the things Hero had said even seemed to make sense.

“You kidnapped me because of my hair?” Sidekick finally managed to ask. There was an amused huff.

“That’s a bit reductive, but if you want, yes. You haven’t been brushing it since Villain left town, have you?” Heroes voice was incredibly soft and patient now, and Sidekick hated it.

“Yes”, they said, kicking their feet against the chair. “I didn’t mean to, I just… I was busy. With cooking and cleaning, and Villain didn’t leave enough money to pay rent… but I’m fine. I was going to take care of it soon, probably just cut it off. It’s a distraction anyway, in a fight.”

“Do you want me to cut it off?”

“No.” Sidekick answered instinctively, with a bit too much desperation in their voice. “I mean, if you are offering… brushing it out would be alright, I guess. If it’s all the same to you.”

“Okay. So I assume you wont try to escape if I untie you?”

“No.” It felt shameful to admit that, but Sidekick was just so tired. And the idea of spending a while sitting around and getting food and just not having to worry was just so appealing.

“Good.” There was a movement at Sidekicks sides, as their hands were untied. “Then you can start thinking about what you want to eat.”

With the ties removed, Sidekick finally took off the sack covering their eyes and looked around. They were sitting on a chair in what seemed to be some abandoned warehouse. Hero handed them a tablet with available delivery services.

“Don’t think about the price, it’s my treat. And Sidekick? If it ever gets too much again, call me.” With that, Hero handed them a folded piece of paper, a number scribbled on that. “Villain might not care, but I do.”

This Story featured Supervillain as Hero and Hero as Sidekick

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Villain

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Vigilantes Sidekick

The Mayors Child still believes in magic, but for how long?

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Vigilante

How much do you know?

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Assistant

More dangerous than I thought

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Healer

It's always the nice ones that suffer

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TeamLeader

The wrong thing, the wrong way, but the right reasons

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Settling Debts

Summary: Supervillain, RightHand, Monster and Assistant have gathered for... well, let's call it playtime Honestly, I have nothing to say for myself, this doesn't even have smut, just monopoly as foreplay Themes: Sex, I guess? Some strange power dynamics? Possible Triggers: Exchange of sexual favors, but it's all safe for work in this one

“Yes!” RightHand jumped up in glee as Supervillain placed the thimble on Park Lane. “Yes, now I fucking got you! Time to pay up, bitch!”

“It looks like you are going to lose”, Monster agreed with obvious joy.

“Oh really, you think?” Supervillain, to everybody's confusion, didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, they seemed quite confident while turning back to RightHand. “RightHand, you are not going to make me pay, are you?”

“I mean…” RightHand, who had been so confident just minutes ago, started glancing from Supervillain towards the board.

“Oh come on, there is no way that is going to work”, Monster complained. 

“Please”, Supervillain said. “Don’t make me lose the game.”

“You know what, it’s fine, you don’t need to pay.” RightHand got busy sorting their own money, while Supervillain sat back with a pleased smile.

“You can’t be serious, that’s not fair!” Monster had jumped up in their seat, leaning towards RightHand. “You have to make them pay!”

“Oh come on, you didn’t have Assistant pay you even once this whole game! Look at them, they are drowning in money!”

Assistant, who was indeed sitting behind multiple high stacks of money, wisely didn’t comment on that, instead starting to tie up their hair in a ponytail.

“That’s different”, Monster said, tone heavy with implication.

“How is that different, huh?”

At that question, a wicked smile spread over one of Monsters mouths.

“Because Assistant is going to pay me back in other ways.”

“But because you are playing favourite, Supervillain and I were playing at a disadvantage the whole time. If Assistant needs to pay you back, we deserve some compensation too.”

“So you would agree that Assistant and I also deserve some compensation from Supervillain?”

“That’s not the same, the game is basically over! You and Assistant haven’t lost anything because of Supervillain.”

“RightHand, let’s not fight over this. If they want something in return, I’m sure I can come up with something to give them.”

“Fine. But just to be clear: This is where the sex starts. Is everybody still into that?”

“Always”, Supervillain agreed, without taking their eyes of RightHand.

“I have been looking forward to this all week.”

“That’s why I put my hair up.”

“Great.” Right hand smiled at the collection of powerful villains. “Now let’s settle some debts.”

This Story featured Supervillain as Supervillain, RightHand as RightHand, Monster as Monster and Assistant as Assistant. Will they come again?