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Reblogging for laterrrrr

Prompt 373

Wanted: A willing hostage. Successful applicant will be paid upon completion of the job.

A strong background in sobbing and screaming in terror is encouraged, but not required.

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You guys are dating??

Part 5 of the "Sweetest" please?

No. You can’t have part 5 of The Sweetest. Get lost. I don’t write hero x villain.

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The Sweetest Pt. 5

Superhero smiled, it was bloody and something straight from a child’s nightmare. It promised pain. Their eyes returned the same amount of intensity, they bore into Hero’s skull, one a little lopsided to the other.

“That was the wrong decision.” With one last ‘thump’ of the superiors boot on Hero’s ribs and everything went black.

…

When Hero awoke they couldn’t breathe. That was all that mattered. Not the fact that when their eyes were open it was still dark, or how pain seemed to emanate from every muscles in their body. No, that meant nothing because they couldn’t breathe.

There was a hand in their hair that was keeping them still, it’s fingers dug into their scalp as they thrashed and kicked and punched. All efforts nul and void as whoever was keeping them from the sweet rush of oxygen overpowered them.

Their head was suddenly pulled up and back, Hero gasped, air flooding their lungs as they took in a tremendous breath. Water from the torture and the hero’s tears dripping down their face.

“Well, that took you a while. You would think that after holding your head in a basin for…” Superhero checked their watched, unbothered by Hero who was coughing and spluttering at their feet. “Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds, that you would come around right away.” Superhero chuckled as Hero shook, hair sopping wet and breaths coming in shaky gasps.

Superhero’s eyes followed the arms on their watch as another minute passed before they had had enough. Grabbing Hero once more by their hair as they dragged them across the room.

Hero cried out, hands scrambling against Superhero’s wrists in a feeble attempt at escape. “Oh darling, don’t cry. We haven’t even started your training yet.” Their superior huffed, unbothered by Hero’s escape attempts. “You should know by now that bad people have to be punished…”

There was a jangling sound of chains clinking together somewhere above Hero’s head, but they couldn’t care less. There was only one thing one their mind right now. “W-Where’s Villain?!” Hero wheezed, Superhero had begun chaining their hands above their head as they dragged them to their tippy toes, Hero thrashed.

Superhero all but hummed their response. “Oh, they’re alright. I left them where I found them.” Superhero circled like predator to prey. Grabbing Hero’s jaw and pulling it towards them. “After all, why would I need them when I have a perfectly new plaything.”

Hero’s brain couldn’t fully process anything going on around them. Why would Superhero just leave Villain? Was it part of their plan? Did they have a plan? Or were they lying? Hero didn’t know, they had no way of knowing. They were helpless.

Helpless in the hands of Superhero, and if they were planning to turn Hero into the next Villain then they were in for a hell of a ride.

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Hiii ummm i don't know if you have your asks or requests open rn, but by chance if you do, could you write Abt an underappreciated hero getting praise from a villain or something and is just like "Hero.exe has stopped working"

Hero flung their mask to the floor as soon as they were through the door. Next to go was the cinched suit vest pinching at their armpits, then the strangling silk bowtie. They were two buttons down the placket of their dress shirt before the sharp clearing of someone’s throat stopped them short.

“You’re not going to get completely naked, are you?” a familiar, smarmy voice said. “I might get embarrassed.”

Hero whirled around. Villain leaned casually against the refrigerator. Their face was barely visible in the dark, but Hero identified them more by the lazy slouch of their shoulders. They wiggled their fingers at them.

Hero’s eyes flicked to their cast away mask.

“Please,” Villain rolled their eyes, “I figured that out forever ago.”

“What do you want?” It ripped out harsher than Hero had intended, but if Villain wanted to mess with them, they had picked the wrong time.

“Always to business with you. Can’t a villain stop by their favorite hero’s house and congratulate them?”

Hero scoffed. Was Villain baiting them? They were seriously going to punch this dirtbag.

“For what?” they said, throwing the lure back to them. Any excuse to turn this chat into a full out brawl.

“Hero of the Year. I watched the ceremony on tv.”

“Did you skip the ending?” Hero said, winding back their fist. “You know, the part where I didn’t win!”

They threw out the words with the same force and violence that they threw their fist. They aimed for Villain’s annoyingly big mouth, but the criminal caught it soundly in their palm instead. SMACK! Villain held back the better part of a wince, the space between their brows crinkling.

Hero tried to jerk their hand back, but Villain rotated their hand to grab the underside of their wrist; they even clapped their other hand on top to for extra strength. Hero feigned forward, screamed in their face, but Villain never lost their unconcerned smile.

“Oh, I didn’t mean I wanted to congratulate the winner.” Villain rubbed their thumb back and forth over the back of Hero’s hand as if they were handling an especially fragile piece of glassware. “I meant I wanted to congratulate the real Hero of the Year.”

Hero blinked.

“They’ve worked hard these last 12 months. Especially when it comes to this annoying jerk with amazing hair who is always getting in their way.”

For a moment, Hero faltered, but then they caught themself. “Don’t make fun of me.”

Villain squeezed their hand. “I’m serious. You should have won.”

Something in the way their eyes held Hero’s, steady, swallowing, like the dark of space wrapping around the sun, made Hero believe them. And they had no idea how to respond to it.

“I— Um…” Hero’s mind blanked, their face warmed, and an unexpected surge of emotion welled in their throat. They raised their eyes to the ceiling. “Other Hero stopped Supervillain from blowing up that train. They saved 1,023 people in one day. It was amazing. Of course, they gave them the award. Of course. They deserve it. I would have given it to them.”

“They’re a lazy attention seeker and you know it,” Villlain said.

They said it so abruptly Hero couldn’t help but bark a shaky laugh.

“100% a poser,” Villain continued. “What have they done all year? Talk to reporters and chase down purse snatchers? Then three days before the Hero of the Year ceremony, they make one big save, and they steal the show? What complete and utter garbage.”

Once again, Hero was speechless. Why did Villain even care? Shouldn’t they be busy laughing and beating them down? They’d never held back before. Then again, Hero had never felt this vulnerable before. Right now, they were certain that one stray word could knock them right over. Did Villain know that? If they did, weren’t they more likely to exploit that than comfort them? It just didn’t make sense.

“You give yourself to the people of this city everyday. You give them your time, you give them your health, you give them your heart. I monopolize a lot of your time, but sometimes you come to me already bloodied from fights with other villains. You can’t be getting enough sleep and even with those hero bonuses you can’t be making much money. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you still favor your right leg after that bridge incident. They claim you, mangle you, strip you of your relationships, and then they ask why you’re not giving more. You are amazing, and no matter what tonight’s results are, you are Hero of year. Maybe they don’t see it, but I do.”

Hero’s heart squeezed in their chest and all that came out of their mouth was a bunch of nonsensical stammering. They weren’t even sure what they were trying to say. Thank you? Right back at you? Having a villain gush over them wasn’t a situation they’d ever prepared for.

“Now, don’t lose your head,” Villain said. Ugh, Hero wanted to die. “I know I’m intoxicatingly beautiful, but we’re still nemeses. Can’t be setting a bad example for the kids.”

Hero’s lip trembled precariously, the tender teasing pushing the bounds of their fragile emotional state, and all at once they broke.

Villain slid their arms around their shoulders, and Hero sank into their embrace way too easily, hunching forward to bury their face in the criminal’s neck.

“I really wanted to win,” they sobbed.

“I know,” Villain soothed.

“I don’t need glory, but just a little recognition—“ Their breath hitched, and they had to pause to swallow. “I try so hard, and no one even notices. Maybe I’m just selfish.”

“No.” Villain held them tighter. “Not you. I’d never believe it.”

"But why does it even matter to me? I know who I am. I shouldn't...I shouldn't need a-a-a trophy to prove it."

Villain took Hero by the shoulders and pushed them out a step in front of them. A piece of hero hated to have their comforting embrace cut short, but the villain's steady gaze and the firm hold of their hands smoothed over any reluctant feelings.

"Hero, you don't want an award to show the world how great you are. You want it because you're hero life turned your civilian life to crap, and you've been forced to work your cute butt off the last 365 days for a smidge of validation. Don't look so surprised, I'm an observer; it's what I do. Which is why, as soon as they announced the results, I went out and found you this!"

They leaned away to open a plastic grocery sack set on one of the barstools. A second later, they slammed a massive golden trophy onto the counter.

"Now, it's a swimming trophy, but if you ignore that awkwardly raised arm, it sort of looks like they're flying. Just like a superhero. It also says, '1st place Youth Freestyle: Carly Wheeler,' but don't worry, I'm going to get that replaced."

Hero gaped at that glorious piece of brass for who knows how long. Suddenly they wanted to cry for a whole new reason.

"Villain?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

Villain quickly hid their relief with one of their signature smug grins, hefting the trophy in the air like a wineglass at the start of a toast. "Congratulations, Hero."

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AAAAAAHHHHHHHH IS THIS NEW WHY HVEN’T I SEEN THIS ONE BEFOREEE

*Faint*

Pretty Please

Medic's hands smoothed warm and gentle over Villain's skin as she worked. Despite the tension in her voice, her fingers flitted around, gliding over his chest with expert precision. Her touch was light as a butterfly's flutter.

"What were you thinking?!" she demanded, throwing away the soiled gauze she'd used to slow the bleeding.

She tore off her gloves, sticky and red with blood, and discarded them in the trash.

"You could have easily been killed, did you even consider that?!" Medic returned to Villain's side to dress the wound.

She felt Villain's gaze white-hot against her face, every bit as intense as his power over light. She'd seen him scorch walls and melt metal with the blazing shafts of light he could narrow into lasers from his bare palms.

The sense of his eyes on her seemed even more extreme than that.

As Medic reached to secure his bandage, Villain caught her wrist.

Her gaze snapped to him, incredulous. "What? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

Villain's teasing smile swept her mouth dry. He tugged her a step closer and her breath caught as he looked her up and down.

He licked his lips. "You were worried."

Medic reminded herself to take a breath. She choked out a laugh that was supposed to be more of a scoff.

"Of course I was, there's no job security in a dead boss."

Villain laughed and it tapered into a sharp cough. It seemed to crackle in his chest as if his lungs were full of broken glass.

Medic tried to step away to reach for some medicine, but Villain pulled her back to him. Her heart dipped. He was studying her.

Was he angry at her for shouting? It could hardly be helped when he chose to behave in ways that could get him killed!

Villain reached up with his free hand, tucking a stray strand of her hair that had fallen from her hastily thrown back ponytail behind her ear. She suppressed a shiver at the contact.

"You sound cute when you lecture me," he murmured. "Do it again."

Medic blinked. Stared. Might have even gaped a bit. Blood still rushed to her cheeks, blazing under her skin.

That seemed to amuse Villain further based on the way his smile widened into a grin. He seemed awfully sharp in spite of all the pain killers pumping through his veins. Most people would be delirious by now.

Or...maybe that was the only reason he was acting this way. Surely he wouldn't flirt with her. Maybe Righthand, or Henchman. But not her. She was just the medic.

Medic snatched her hand away. "This is serious," she said sternly, her voice hitching just slightly. "You should have never taken on Supervillain on your own. You could have died. You still could!"

"Nah. I knew you could fix me, dearest healer of mine." Villain watched her as she finished taping his bandages.

"I'm a medic, Villain, not a necromancer. If you die....."

That time her voice splintered properly and she turned away from him, taking a steadying breath.

The silence was terse, but she welcomed it.

Shoving supplies back into their proper compartments and cases, she stacked them back on the shelf and turned back around.

"Why would you be so- so reckless?"

Villain's lips twitched into an easy grin again. "Maybe I just like the excuse to come see you."

"That's not funny."

Villain crossed his arms behind his head. "Who said I was joking?"

"Villain."

"Is it really so difficult to believe I could enjoy your company?" Villain asked. Any traces of mockery were wiped clean from his tongue.

Yes.

Medic sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "There are more sensible ways to approach spending time with someone."

"How about a date, then?"

The world screeched to a halt.

"What?"

Villain chuckled, reaching out to take her hand. His fingers closed around her hand.

"A date. Surely you've heard of one."

Medic blinked again, her brain flatlining.

That cocky smile was back, decorating Villain's face like a shiny sword hung on a wall. Beautiful to look at, but serrated all the same. "Will it help if I say please? Pretty please, dearest medic of mine?"

The purr of his voice melted through her like butter.

Medic swallowed, her heart thumping in her chest. Thank goodness she wasn't the one hooked up to a monitor.

Well, he did say please...

When she answered, she didn't have to think twice.

This wasn't what I expected to work on next, but the idea came to me last night so i just whipped this up quickly, hope you like it? :)

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Ok but like what about a scientist who is very feverish and sleep deprived and has taken many all nighters visit villain (cause of work stuff, ya know? Working together to fight the hero?) and then villain notices they're tired so they tell them to take a rest and then the scientist is like "thanks" and falls to the floor and villain has to take care of them?

(This is my first time asking for something like this, sorry if its hard to understand or sumn, im not expecting for u to do this)

Despite the scientist’s impressive collection of knowledge stored in their brain, sometimes their lack of self-care prevailed their rational thinking. They weren’t necessarily ambitious. Working for the villain wasn’t promising more money than every other job they could have gotten in the science community. And their inventions weren’t that groundbreaking, either.

But they were a people pleaser. They couldn’t stand to disappoint the villain. To hear a single discomfited sigh would be a nightmare for them.

So, they often found themselves in the midst of their lab, working more than their doctor told them was normal. Sure, it cost them a healthy dose of sleep, but they couldn’t even fall asleep if they knew the villain wasn’t satisfied with the results.

Today, they were on their way back from the cafeteria with their fifth coffee and more or less ready to work through the night. However, they stopped right there on the stairs when their boss appeared in front of them, coming up.

“Evening,” the scientist mumbled, pulling the cup of hot coffee carefully closer. In their swaying state, they were afraid they would spill anything on the villain’s shoes.

The villain gave them an arched brow and a once-over.

“Everyone’s gone home. You should go, too,” the villain said.

“Yeah, I’m almost done with my work. I still have to check the compressors for the machines and the bacteria colonies have to be fed, too. I also wanted to start a new experiment. I’ve been told one of the heroes is actually allergic to strawberries and I would like to test that. I just don’t know how, yet.” The scientist worried their lip. There was still a lot more to do but the villain didn’t seem to be too keen on listening to that right now.

Judging by the criticising look they were giving the villain at least.

“You can do that tomorrow. It’s past your bedtime.” The scientist laughed at the joke without much energy but the villain did not even smile. “I am serious. I would like you to go to bed.”

The coffee was heavier in their hand than before. Of course they would do it if the villain wanted them to, but there were…experiments and…work. So much fucking work.

“Are you sure? I can stay and—” The villain raised a lazy hand.

“I am sure. I can’t have my best scientist working themselves to death.” Not sure what to do now, the scientist kept standing on the stairs, looking down at the villain which was something so unwonted it made their heart leap.

“I mean it. You look pale.” Suddenly, the villain took the scientist’s coffee out of their hand. “Your diet can’t consist of coffee and a vitamin lacking breakfast, either.”

The scientist wondered if the villain knew this much about their other workers. And if they insisted on their health this violently, too.

They couldn’t help but feel like all of this was some sort of criticism.

“Oh. Yeah, totally. I promise to work on that,” the scientist said. They couldn’t disappoint the villain.

They gave the villain a small smile like they always did and tried to get past them. The stairs already blurred together and created one big inclination that seemed to invite the scientist to fall.

Before they even knew it, the villain grabbed their elbow — they couldn’t even tell if it was in a friendly manner or not — and pulled them close. Closer than decency allowed. But not close enough for the scientist.

“Your coworkers have complained about your long shifts. They think you get more money, they think I favour you which is true. But a week ago, you passed out on your desk for the umpteenth time. It’s not unusual for you to never leave the lab at all. You don’t eat properly, you don’t drink properly. You can barely walk on your own.”

The scientist blinked a few times, looking directly at the brilliant eyes of the villain. Maybe it was their slow brain playing a prank on them but their boss was gentler than usual. “I can’t watch you doing this to yourself. You have to stop.”

The scientist frowned. They didn’t understand the words. Was this criticism? Weren’t they good enough?

Wasn’t this also a contradiction? The villain should have been supportive of their long stays…

“Come here. I’ll bring you home today.” The scientist let themselves be pulled even closer and almost tripped on the stairs. The villain caught them easily before they could hit the ground.

Already half asleep, the scientist fell into the villain’s arms, searching for something they couldn’t put their finger on. It was something ancient, something they needed at all costs.

“I’ll force you to take some days off,” the villain whispered in their ear but the scientist couldn’t even protest anymore.

And in the crook of the villain’s neck, they found their last comfort as they drifted off to sleep.

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Superhero is a notorious prankster. They do everything possible to make their teammates heads spin in confusion with their actions. For their most daring prank yet, they decide to enlist Supervillain who’s equally as mischievous in a fake dating plot.

They’ll pretend to be together, puzzling their teammates on both sides until revealing their master plot in a few weeks. 

Neither Superhero or Supervillain is expecting to be the ones pranked the most when the start developing real feelings for each other. 

Bonus points if the team figures things out eventually based on past actions and are like “Wow you got us good!” and Superhero/Supervillain is just “Yep. 🙂 I’m such a funny little jokester.🙂 Haha what a prank.🙂”

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HOLY THE ENDING-

*faint from sweetness overload*

Interrogation? Part 3

The next day whisked by and before I knew it it was already 4: 30, I put on my usual comfy bigger-than-need-be sweater and threw my hair into a cute messy bun. After a quick glance in the mirror and reassurance that this wasn't a trap I headed out for the cafe, an anonymous text had told me to head there for pick up.

I leaned against the outside wall of the cafe, watching a small bluish-gray car pull up and a man dressed in formal attire step out. I raised an eyebrow, the man quickly and quietly opened the back door to reveal James sitting.

“hello Miss Fox '' he purred, gesturing for me to take the seat next to him.

I gave one huff of defiance against my own reasoning, shoving all common sense and suspicion into the back of my mind as I ducked into the seat beside him.

We drove for a few miles in silence before we pulled up beside a diner. Inside I could hear gentle jaz wafting through the walls.

“Nice '' I muttered, mostly to myself.

We walked inside as the car drove away, then was hastily seated by a rather flustered waitress.

Once we were fully seated I took the moment to look around, catching a nice glance at James' clothes, he was once again in his classy attire, although this time he was in full black, with a purple tie. a faint smile touched my lips.

“You're staring again.”

I felt my cheeks redden, stupid really, it was a harmless question atop a harmless action.

“I wasn't!” I argued, feeling my own smile widen with his own.

“Oh really?” he said with a smirk, “well fine then, your eyes locked onto my person for a long moment."

I chuckled, breaking my gaze with him and turning my attention to the menu.

So much to choose from, my mind wandered, we are in a restaurant, eating food, I blinked, refocusing on the menu. Salmon looked good, he's right in front of you, the nag grew, and a guilty, sick feeling knotted in my stomach. I tightened my hold on the menu, feeling my fingers brush against the fabric. The fabric that covered the blasted inky black of my fingers,

Bloody, why was it so hard to focus on the menu?!

"Have you two figured out what you wanted?"

I looked up at the smiling waitress, my eyes flicked over to James, who was struggling to hide amusement on his features.

"Uhh-, I- I'll have salmon please" I stammered feeling the heat on my face grow exponentially.

James ordered and soon we were left alone again.

"So," my eyes flicked up to his abrupt voice, he had his head seated in his hands and the look on his face was something more than smug.

"So?" I questioned

"You have failed to ask me what my powers are. "

I hummed in agreement, Fiddling with the fabric of my sweater, I hadn't thought of it… it hadn't occurred to me.

"Would you like to share with the class?" I asked finally, his smile bloomed.

"I'm a telepath."

For a moment, I just stared at him, that couldn't be right, could it? Telepaths worked differently, it wasn't like the stereotype, it was more like a radio, only the thoughts that were currently being thought were heard, while the rest sounded like white noise. And like a radio, they could turn it off or on. The Academy had a whole lesson on the subject.

I swallowed, forcing air into my lungs, "I-Its quite rude to listen in on conversations you aren't apart of"

His smile widened, it was infuriating how relaxed he seemed. "Who says I was listening in?"

I was so lost.

"Being a telepath sure has its pro's, as any power would, but it's just as nice to hear the dull buzzing that circles most people" he shifted, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sometimes, it's more relaxing to listen to the melody that you create inside your head"

I couldn't move, let alone break eye contact, my face burned. His words struck me, It didn't matter that I was normally ignored and pushed to the side, it didn't matter if my friends made jokes that I was never in an actual mission, but in this moment,

"to listen to the melody that you create inside your head"

The thought made my nerves buckle and bend.

The server brought our food, and we ate in silence, still being sure to keep my fingers tucked under my sweater.

When we were done my eyes flicked up to only be met with his unmoving gaze, it was a smile, but it held more emotion than anything. His silent green eyes boring into my own.

We walked outside, it was a beautiful night, barely anyone was out, just the moon reflecting the lights of the night creating an almost glowy effect, I breathed.

"Isn't it beautiful out-" turning my head I stopped dead mid sentence, he was looking at me, but this time it was different, this was an admiration, a fondness, and it made the heat crawl up my neck. He took a step closer.

"What?" The words felt cracked and hoarse, betraying the wall of confidence I wished to show.

His hand silently caressed my cheek, slowly gravitating to the notch on my chin, before shifting to the side of my neck. His hands felt cold against my heated skin. His fingers were callused over, and each small movement made my goosebumps dance, following his movements.

His eyes traced his fingers, creating their own pattern across my skin, making the red on my face only bloom into scarlet. In a swift movement his hand dragged back up, finding my pulse, and hovering there.

"I don't really need your heartbeat to know it's racing, the hum of your mind is clear enough, but still" he moved his hand away, and I had to bite down the protest that almost left my mouth.

He was so distracting, I barely remembered to breathe.

His hands found my long sleeves, and played with them, pulling his gaze to examine them.

"It's blue by the way," he whispered, I didn't get a chance to respond when he slipped his hand inside my sleeve, slowly finding my hand.

His eyes met mine, his fingers finging sanctuary on my own.

"It is a beautiful color," I whispered back.

"Why do you hide these," he gave my hand a squeeze, gently, thumbs brushing over my knuckles subconsciously.

I couldn't hold his gaze, instead taking interest in his polished shoes.

"So many secrets, you truly are fascinating" he started pulling his hand back, letting go of my own. I didn't even think when I launched my hand out to grab his own, I kept my gaze on the floor, not seeing whatever look of horror that must have lined his face, making his absurdly beautiful green eyes contort.

It wasn't normal to have inky black hands that almost appeared to bleed at the wrist, it wasn't normal when you use your powers for such inky blackness to spread to the point where it looks like you took a bath in ink. Demonic, it was called, horrific, it had been named.

The truth behind why I was put on the sidelines, the unnerving chill of what I was. It wasn't because of experience that I was elected to watch the battles, no one wants a creepy girl as a super, the agency would never stand for that, so my confusion was justified when his response was.

"You look like a Siamese."

My gaze snapped up to him, he was smiling, his eyes casted brighter in the moonlight.

"What?" I couldn't keep the snicker out of my tone.

"I said, dearest," he took another step closer, "you look like a Siamese cat."

I laughed, but stopped from surprise when his lips hit mine.

I'm late! sorry, 😅😅 this was supposed to be for Wednesday....... Welp, next time I'll be on time 😂

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Darrrlinggggggg this is sweet 😍🥰

I love the vibe from these type of writings they’re just so soft and light and lovely ☺️

Also the details of the shaking hand, the boring coffee, especially the Huh??? And the cut off at the end >< ahhh wonderful~~

OH OH SHIT THAT BARISTA ONE IS WOW, ID LIKE TO REQUEST A CONTINUATION

part 1, part 2

After a week of regret, despair and raw lonesomeness, the villain decided to act.

Reluctantly, they contacted the hero. Having a terrorist as coworker wasn’t exactly how they had imagined their low-wage job to end in eternity. So, the only thing to do was to speak to the person who knew what was going on. Or pretended to do.

It took a lot more courage than they would have ever thought to actually type in the phone number the hero had given them five times. Sometimes they would scribble it onto a napkin or they would have already prepared it written on a small piece of paper and slipped it in-between the large tips they were handing the villain.

To the villain’s surprise, their fingers were shaking as they waited for the hero to pick up. The repeating tone their smartphone was screaming at them was definitely not helping with their nervousness.

“Hello?” The villain’s heart jumped when they heard the unusually flat sound of the hero’s voice. They would have almost pushed the red button to hang up on them.

“Uhm, hi.”

“Oh.” That was all the hero said in the first ten seconds. Oh.

Oh indeed. The hero’s daily visits had reduced to the unpleasant number of exactly zero. It was boring. It was sad. The villain missed their stupid smile and their dumb comments and their childish flirting. They missed how they would order the same boring coffee over and over again. How they would wink at the villain and tell them how delicious that boring coffee was.

“How did you get this number?” the hero asked after letting the villain squirm for too long on the other end.

“You gave it to me. Like…five times.”

“I thought you threw them away.” No. The villain had kept every single version of the hero’s number scribbled with bad handwriting on paper.

“…I was lucky enough to find a napkin.”

“Ah.” Silence. A very long silence. “How can I help you?”

“Oh, yeah. Uhm, actually having a terrorist as a coworker is not very…soothing.”

“Did they do anything to you?”

“No. Well, not yet. They are acting normal. They are pretty harmless, actually. But I don’t like the idea of being blown up any minute, you know?”

“Yeah, got that. I contacted my team to investigate this a while back and they told me to take care of it. I still visit your cute coffee shop when you aren’t working.” Huh??? “I didn’t want to bother you after what happened. But don’t worry I am taking care of it.”

Oh boy. Here we go.

“Yeah, about that. That was a misunderstanding. You didn’t upset me when you…flirted with me,” the villain said. They looked out of the window and watched how a couple walked along the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

“But I upset you somehow,” the hero said slowly.

“Yeah. I didn’t like it when you flirted with my terrorist coworker.”

“Oh, no.” It was horrible how the villain could hear the hero’s smile when they spoke. “Was my little darling jealous?”

“N-no. Just—just take care of the situation and…come back during my shifts.”

“Of course, darling. Anything for you.”

“Okay, thanks, love you. Bye,” the villain blurted out, only to regret what they had said a second later.

“Wait, did you just, hold up—” The villain hung up instantly with a burning face.

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OH. MY. GOD.

I was shaking as I read this hnnnnghhhhh- This is so good now I need more 🥺😭

I kinda wanna see a continuation of either request 11 or 10, or just one where the hero's been raped/non-con touched, where the hero sees the villain again and just fucking snaps- They just commit murder but it's such a random outburst that the villain hardly had time to react before whatever the hero had picked up was beating or stabbing them to death, then afterwards the hero just sits there unsure of what to do until someone else (Probably a henchman or sidekick, but you can choose! I don't mind-) walks in and all they can say is basically just "Oh shit-"

I think that would be a fun read, but honestly everything you write is so that's not to much of a surprise- Keep up the good work btw! Love the blog!

Request #44

Warning: mentions of past non-con, attempted non-con, emotional breakdown, character death, murder in self-defense, descriptions of blood & wounds.

Here you go, anon! Sorry that you had to wait like a million years for this-

First Part | Previous Part

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Hero wasn’t sure how long they had spent lying on the factory floor, curled up into a ball and sobbing their heart out. A beep from their communicator was the thing that snapped them out of it and brought the hero back to reality, forcing them to answer. “C-Captain?”

“Hero..., did you find anything?” - the captain’s voice was tired. They clearly didn’t want to even talk to them.

“Y-Yes, it-” - Hero stammered over their words, desperately trying not to annoy their superior any further with another breakdown. “I-It was... V-Villain...”

There was an exhausted sigh on the other end of the line before it simply cut to silence, Captain ending the call without another word. The hero’s body was wracked again with cries as they let themself slump further into the ground. Were they really that much of a nuisance? That pathetic?

Tears wanted to spill from their puffy eyes, but they had no more of them left to shed.

Hopeless but aware that they couldn’t just stay in the dark, dusty room forever, the hero shakily forced themself to their feet, tugging their pants back on and tightly wrapping their scarf around their neck again, nearly choking themself. It was painful but helped ground them at the same time.

They staggered out of the old building using the walls for support, looking over their shoulder every few steps in paranoia. With a few shaky breaths, Hero put on a pitiful brave act that fooled nobody and hurried back home, their mind too broken to care about returning to HQ or to worry about their job at this point.

And only an hour or so later, the hero was back in their apartment. Everything was as they had left it, looking miserable and lonely just like them. As they passed by the bathroom, they briefly considered showering and trying to clean themself of the filthy feeling the villain had left all over their skin, but a tiny voice in their head asked, “What’s the point? You’re just going to get dirty later anyway.”

“Might as well get used to it.”

Hero shuddered at the thought of another... encounter with Villain. They shook their head in denial, trying not to think about it and to ignore the rancid aching between their thighs as they trudged into their room and collapsed onto their bed, allowing sleep to take all their troubles away for just a few hours.

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A couple of days had gone by since their last interaction with their nemesis, and the hero hated it. They hated how their mind was constantly in a state of stress and dread, their body just waiting to be pinned down and used again.

Captain had called once or twice, probably to demand where they were, but Hero ignored it and just stayed tangled in the blankets, lacking the will to leave the bedroom, let alone the apartment. They felt disgusting, reeking of sweat, and their skin covered with grime and dust.

They were lying on their front, face pressed into the pillows. Their stomach growled under them, demanding food, but the hero doubted they would be able to hold anything down for long, nausea tickling their throat at the mere thought. They didn’t want to be like this. Why did this have to happen to them? Why? Just why?! What have they done to deserve-?!

“If you keep crying like that, I might just have to act~.”

Hero tensed up at the familiar voice before slumping in defeat and letting themself openly sob, too crushed to care that they were turning Villain on even more.

Faint footsteps sounded behind them, closing in before the villain slowly crawled onto the bed and hovered above them. The mattress dipped as Villain’s knees pressed on either side of their nemesis’s waist, making the captive shudder. The criminal’s hands gripped the hero’s hips, steadying the villain as they leisurely began grinding into Hero’s ass. “You had me so worried. You know that, darling~? Disappearing on me like that all of a sudden~.”

The trapped hero gripped the pillows as their nemesis leaned over them and started nipping at the back of their neck, leaving faint marks, and rising a shiver from them as Hero’s mind went to-

The hero gasped suddenly, Villain mistaking it for a reaction to their touch and grinning, biting and rubbing against them harder. But Hero... Their breathing stuttered as they noticed something hidden underneath the pillows, something they had completely forgotten about.

The emergency knife.

As the criminal above them groaned and began to pull down the waistband of their pants, the hero didn’t even think twice before thrusting their hand under the pillows and grabbing the knife. The villain had no time to react as Hero swiftly moved their arm at an angle and stabbed their side.

Villain screamed in pain, jumping back and releasing their captive, who wasted no time in turning around and attacking again.

And again.

And again.

The hero’s mind blanked out as they repeatedly stabbed more and more holes into the villain’s chest. They were yelling like a banshee, no coherent words leaving their lips. Only ragged howls overflowing with emotion echoed around the room, alongside the noises of Villain choking on their own blood.

After a solid dozen minutes of nothing but frantically raising and lowering the knife into their nemesis’s now silent corpse, Hero ran out of energy. The blade slipped out of their hand, slick with warm crimson as they slumped forward in exhaustion, propping their arms against the bed to stop themself from fully collapsing.

Their arms and front were covered in blood, even more pouring from the dead villain’s wounds and staining the bedsheets below them. Hero wailed again. It was over.

It was over, but what were they supposed to do now? They just murdered someone! Yes, it was in self-defense, but- but their heroic teammates didn’t care about what they had to say last time, so- so why would they let Hero explain themself this time?! W-Why would a-anybody b-bo-ther to-?!

“OH, SHIT- Well, uh...” - a voice suddenly sounded from the doorway, startling the hero and making their wide eyes snap to the second unexpected intruder. Somehow, if it was even possible, Hero became even more terrified than before.

With how much Villain had scarred the hero..., they couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of a monster the villain’s boss must be.

Supervillain stood there a bit awkwardly, their eyes flitting between the cooling corpse and Hero’s shaking form drenched in blood. “Guess I’m late to the party, huh...?”

The hero shook their head, lost in their own thoughts as they muttered, “S-Stay back...”

The supervillain very slowly raised their hands in a peaceful manner, eyebrows furrowed in concern that the other couldn’t register in their shaken-up state. “It’s alright, Hero. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Hero flinched at their movements regardless, scrambling backward off the bed and only cornering themself further. “P-Please, n-no... no, no, nonononononono-”

The hero kept mumbling to themself, knees giving out beneath them as weak, exhausted sobs began wracking their body. They curled up into a tight ball as the master criminal carefully approached them, still keeping their hands up and in view.

Not that it mattered, since Hero was totally out of it, eyes not only glazed over but also not looking at them, their face hidden in their knees. They didn’t seem fully aware of the fact that Supervillain was now crouching down beside them. And perhaps that was for the better. It certainly made things easier.

The master criminal cautiously lifted a hand and inched it closer to the hero’s shoulder but, on second thought, retracted it and instead gently placed their palm upon Hero’s scalp. The poor thing tensed up and choked on a shaky breath of air before going limp, rendered unconscious by the supervillain’s power.

Letting out a relieved sigh that the hero didn’t struggle and allowed Supervillain’s power to overtake them, the supervillain gently picked them up and hurried back to their lair. They summoned a portal into existence before disappearing inside of it, leaving Villain’s body to be found by the police mere minutes later as the door to the apartment was busted open.

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Reading and reblogging this at 1.40am, in the middle of a cold cold night with no one to tuck me to bed or a cat to snuggle with.

This continuation is more than enough to keep me warm 🥰

Seriously your writing is so good it makes me feel things 🥺

You are one of the bests writer’s I have come across. Thank you so much for sharing all your amazing work here. I was hoping if it’s not too much trouble for you to please continue Thanks for the Ride? It was amazingly written (as usual), and I love how you write the Villian. My favourite tropes after villian x hero is villain x civilian. I hope you have an amazing day and again thank you for everything!❤️❤️❤️

AHH im scared to post this lol It was giving me a lot of trouble, I'm still not totally happy. Sorry this (and others) have been in my ask box for like six months lol I've been nervous about continuing this series because it's my baby and I want to do it well! I think I'm putting too much pressure on it so hopefully it's better than I think haha. Hope you enjoy. (And thank you SOO much for the sweet words, I very much appreciate it.)

Thanks for the Ride - Part 4

TW: mentions of previous violence, bruises

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The whole ride to Villain's base, Kaira was tense and quiet. Her thoughts swam, eating away at her sense of calm until she felt she was buzzing with worry.

Or maybe that was just the familiar pull of Villain's powers. Though she had only known him for a short time, she'd grown accustomed to the way the air around him pulsed, thick with static and energy. Especially when he was upset.

Based on the hard set of his jaw and his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, it was safe to say that this was one of those times.

Villain had decided that they would take her car. He said that hers contained much more personal information that could be easily traced. Better to take it to the base than to let the heroes find it.

The realization came crashing down on her.

Gyro thought that she was a criminal. Someone with enough association with Villain to be justified in killing. And that was before she'd even done anything wrong--what about now, when the Justice Association discovered Gyro's unconscious body in her house?

Her stomach swirled, sick with dread. How could she ever come out the other side of this? When could she ever go home? Was she destined to be a fugitive for the rest of her life?

The first time they’d been in this car together, Villain had pressed a gun to her head. Being there with him again, she could almost feel the sharp bite of the cold metal against her skin.

She shivered against the memory.

The second time, Kaira had noticed that her blood-soaked pink seat covers were missing. At the time, she’d had more important things to worry about, like driving in a straight line so that Villain wouldn’t have to flash her that knife’s-edge smile and fill the air with the hum of electricity as he murmured something about “staying in the lines like a good getaway driver” that would trickle heat down her spine and thrill her in a doomed-but-thoroughly-charmed sort of way.

Now, her mind wandered idly to where those seat covers had gone.

She stroked Missy's cream-colored fur. The soft tufts between her fingers and the gentle rumble of Missy's purr helped to settle her nerves, for now. The cat on her lap was a comforting weight, one that had soothed plenty of restless nights and tearful afternoons.

The rest of the ride was a blur.

Kaira was barely aware of it when the car stopped and Villain opened her door, helping her out with Missy still in her arms and leading the way to the front door.

She followed on automatic as if her body did not belong to her.

After twisting through several corridors, they entered a large, cozy-looking living area with two sofas, a coffee table, a television, and a coffee station.

It was a startlingly normal sight, at odds with the damp and dank images she'd previously conjured up of what a villain's lair should look like.

"Have a seat, you look like you're going to topple over," Villain said, gently taking Missy from Kaira's arms.

She let him, her legs folding underneath her as she plopped onto the plush sofa. Villain set Missy on the floor where she promptly began purring and rubbing against his boots.

Kaira cracked a slight smile at that. She’d always known Missy to be a good judge of character…what did that say about Villain?

Villain crouched down so that he was level with Kaira. Though he gave Missy an indulging scratch behind the ears, his attention was on his...what? Hostage? Partner? Terrible inconvenience?

The uncertainty set Kaira's teeth on edge.

Villain's hand settled on her shaking knee and her gaze darted to him.

"Kaira, breathe. You're not in any danger here." His eyes moved to her neck and a concerned frown blanketed his expression. "Look up a bit for me, dear?"

Kaira paused, her mind going fuzzy at the endearment, then tilted her head up toward the ceiling. Villain's face darkened at whatever he saw on her throat, and he rose to his feet again.

"I'll be right back. Stay there."

She listened to the soft clunking of his boots as he left the room, returning a few minutes later with a handful of supplies. He set a first aid kit onto the coffee table before holding up a flexible cold pack.

"This will help with the swelling and bruising," Villain explained, gently pressing the cold pack to her throat. The blessed icy sensation seeped into bruised skin and strangled muscles, beginning to soothe the aches.

“Does it look bad?” she asked, voice raw.

Villain pulled the ice pack away for a moment to assess the damage a second time. “It shouldn’t hurt for too much longer. The bruising will fade.”

Kaira didn’t have to see her neck to imagine the angry red splotches outlined by Gyro's handprint branded against her neck, colored by patchy bruises just starting to tinge purple. She could picture the curve of every imprint left by his fingers where he had squeezed her airways shut.

The image of Gyro's crooked smile, of the way he’d dragged her into the air by her throat with no remorse, cracked violent and jarring behind her eyes.

Kaira jerked against Villain’s hold and his hand caught her arm to steady her.

Unlike the grip in her memories, his touch was gentle.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, voice soft. His eyes were intent on her, likely reading the emotions that rolled over her expression like a movie credit screen.

Kaira swallowed and winced when it hurt. "No.” She pressed her hands against her eyes, sucking in a shaky breath. She choked on a sob. “I…”

“Do you need your inhaler?”

“No,” she whispered, sliding her hands up into her hair and tugging slightly.

Tears prickled her eyes. It was all too much. If Villain had just never stolen her car…

There was no way out. Anything she did would only make her look more guilty in the heroes’ eyes.

She was going to die for being a victim. What a pathetic fate.

“Kaira.” Villain’s voice, steady and grounding and lovely dragged her back to the present.

He took a gentle hold of her hands, pulling them away from her head. He didn’t let go, giving them a comforting squeeze.

She looked at him.

“Even though you could have run, you helped me back there. I protect what’s mine. Do you understand? He won’t hurt you as long as I’m breathing.”

She felt a bit lightheaded at that. She gave a twitchy nod.

Villain smiled slightly, gently pulling her to her feet. When he let go, Kaira ached for his warm hands to hold hers again.

“Come on. Get some rest and we can talk more about this later.”

He took her to a room, his room, she realized with a startling jolt–it wasn’t bare enough to be a guest room–and guided her to lay down on the bed. He pulled the covers up over her before plopping Missy onto the mattress beside her.

The cat immediately sank into its warmth, curling up against the curve of Kaira’s side.

Kaira wrapped an arm around her beloved pet, giving Villain a grateful smile. “Thanks,” she said softly, already feeling the pull of her heavy eyelids.

“Get some sleep, dear,” Villain replied, sending a tiny shock of electricity into the bedside lamp to turn it off. “I’ll be outside when you wake up.”

At that thought, which she found…strangely but wholly comforting, she drifted off to sleep.

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T H E A N G S T

I feel so bad for Hero now that’s just a conflicting mess in her.

So now, just run. Run and don’t look back 😔

P6 Loving A Villain

(NOT A PR0MPT)

Part 5 here

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Two pieces of bread lay beside Hero, untouched. The other eleven were thrown, scattered on the floor across the room. Some of them were probably molding by now- or not. Hero wondered, now, how long it took a piece of bread to grow black and blue patches. And did it mold more quickly when it was touching another piece of bread, or was the process slowed that way?

Villain had already stepped in for the night, delivering Hero her final piece of bread for the day. He made her take a bite of bread before leaving, and rather forcibly at that. Hero swore she still felt his fingers pushing between her jaws. The pain of it stung and she couldn’t easily forget it as she looked at her tossed bread. She threw it afterwards, of course, after the pain struck and Villain left the room with a few nearly muted words.

Hero thought back- to the very moments before he force-fed her.

***

The moment he walked in, he attempted to hand Hero the new slab of bread. It had butter on it this time, but it didn’t mean Hero wanted it any more than without the butter. “The camera,” Villain had warned quickly when she shook her head.

Even more quickly, Hero was pissed. Could he not have expressed his worry for her not eating? Instead, his mind went directly to the onlooker in another room, one who hadn’t even interacted with Hero since the day Villain took her. “Who gives a damn about the camera!” Hurt, betrayal and swirling, all-consuming grief was gone, replaced with anger. “You were the one to walk me into Supervillain, so don’t pretend you’re the good guy here because no one is.” Even she was a victim, not a hero.

The corners of Villain’s mouth turned downward. Hero heard him swallow. “I did what I had to do to save your life. Death terrifies you.”

Now, she was the one to swallow. “Yes.” Hearing the word- death- it did strike some deep, withering fire in her soul; it made her heart race. Alas- “Death would be better than facing you every day.”

An exhale sounded in the room, and Hero didn’t have the patience to watch the tear Villain shed. She wouldn’t have believed the tear, anyways. “I’m trying, Hero. You don’t see it, but I am.” Hadn’t he just told her days ago to hate him as much as she could? Hadn’t he thought it would be easier that way? It wasn’t. By whatever god there was, it was terrible to be so…so disdained by the one person Villain had come to love. “You need to eat,” he said, with some sense regained, “or else you’re going to die.”

“Isn’t that what I just told you I wanted?” She looked to him now, her lip curled, nose twitching.

Hate me. Seethe at me. Do whatever you like. That’s what Villain told her just two days ago, and how long ago it’d felt. If she wouldn’t eat, he would just have to find another solution to saving her life. “Last chance. Eat the bread, or you’re not going to like what I do next.”

***

Hero massaged both sides of her jaw. Villain didn’t lie.

It was all so confusing to her, still, and she couldn’t help sitting there, grasping for whatever scraps were at her feet. Villain was the one to wake her up and force her into Supervillain. He was the one to prick her neck with a needle, the one to come into her prison-like room and talk to her, feed her, coax her, attack her- all his actions were so contradictory of each other. What did any of it mean? Did he love her or despise her?

Looking at the near-empty room, she decided to salvage the good pieces of bread. Hero took one piece in both her hands before crunching it like a napkin. She turned her hands, fitting them together again, moved the bread, did the same thing- until she had what she liked to call a dough ball. Then, she nipped at it, one bite after the next.

After eating one more piece of non-mouldy bread, Hero missed the smoothness of butter, the creamy…sweetness? She didn’t know, but she desired it now. Picking herself up on wobbly legs, she stumbled to the door, thumping it once with her left fist, then her right.

“I need more,” Hero said aloud. She thumped her fists against the door again. Gaining no answer, she mindlessly placed a hand on the knob of the door, twisted it, and to no- a click sounded, and not one of a lock, but of the door opening.

Immediately, one thought after another flooded her brain. Should she make a run? No, she didn’t remember the way. Did Villain leave the door open on accident? He wouldn’t make that mistake. On purpose? He certainly wouldn’t do that. Supervillain? Maybe there was a good guy after all. And finally, what should Hero do with the open door?

In the end, she pushed the door open, and glanced down the hallway of doors. She saw one, at the very end. There was light spilling out into the hallway from it, and this is precisely where Hero went.

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Wow wow wow you’ve got to stop feeding me fantasies like this IT’STOOGOOD 😭😭

Short Prompt #406

"I'll tell you... if you promise not to tell anyone else..." - the henchman muttered, standing off to the side with their superior.

Right Hand sighed before taking a careful look around, confirming that the two of them were alone. "Alright... I promise."

Henchman clasped their hands together in front of their chest as their smile turned wobbly and apologetic. "...I've been dating Villain for three months now."

"Son of a-" - Right Hand muttered angry profanities under their breath, upset that the henchman had won the boss over first.

However, they paused as a sly smirk crossed Henchman's lips. "But I wouldn't mind sharing...?"

The offer made the second-in-command's face burn. They scrutinized the minion for a moment before grumpily crossing their arms and looking away. "Wouldn't the boss have to also like me for that to work?"

Henchman went to reply but was interrupted as a third voice joined the conversation, making the two sharply turn towards it.

"I believe you will find that issue already solved."

It was Villain.

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AHAHAHAHAHA YOU COME UP WITH THE BEST PROMPTS

Short Prompt #405

"So, apparently..., you're dating Villain...?" - the superhero carefully asked, watching for the other's reaction.

Hero frowned in mock offense, hoping it looked believable as they tensed up. "I'm what?! Why the hell would I date-?!"

"Hero, I've been married to Supervillain for like five years now. I know what a secret relationship looks like." - Superhero interrupted, surprising the hero with the new information, and making them sputter.

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Awwwww 😍😍

Prompt #423

The phone began to buzz loudly on the counter, [Super Villain] sighed in annoyance as [Child] turned halfway around, looking to them. [Super Villain] gently put a finger to their lips before drying off their hand and answered the phone as [Child] paused their video.

“Hey [Super Villain], where are you? We’re getting ready for the big heist.” [Villain]’s voice invaded their bathroom. Right, that was supposed to be happening right now, wasn’t it?

“I’m not coming.” [Super Villain] placed the phone down as they continued working on [Child]’s slime-covered hair.

“Y-you’re not coming?!” [Villain] studdered annoyingly as [Super Villain] rolled their eyes.

“I said I might go. Something urgent came up. I’m not going.”

[Villain] began sputtering, but [Super Villain] wasn’t listening. Instead, they were focused entirely on how [Child] looked at them guiltily.

“I’m sorry, did I mess up you going to hang out with your friends?” [Child] whispered to them.

“No no no, sweetie,” [Super Villain] immediately began to console them in a low voice, “I don’t even like these people; I’d much rather spend time with you fixing your beautiful hair.” [Super Villain] wiped off their hand and cupped their precious child’s face as their guilt seemed to ease.

“What did you say?" [Villain] yelled over the phone.

"I said fuck off!” [Super Villain] shouted back at the phone before jabbing their finger on the screen, ending the call.

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I have written something (unpublished, sitting somewhere in my Google Drive drafts since I started Tumblr because I still couldn't write an ending I like) of the same concept. And boy how this just shattered my heart :(

We Can Ascend

(NOT A PR0MPT)

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“Come with me, Hero.” Villain extended a hand as a sad and sympathetic smile overtook the corner of his lips. “I know the expectations of this city are crushing you beneath the pressure. You deserve mountains over drowning oceans.”

A drift of wind over the waters captured Hero’s blonde hair, lifting it, and stretched it across her face. The golden strands stuck to her puffy, wet cheeks. Before long, goosebumps adorned her bare arms.

“We can live a life so much different than this one,” Villain pleaded. He took her hand in his when she wouldn’t offer the act herself. His hair nearly whistled in the breeze through the silence between them.

He tried again. “Your golden hair and skin need not be dented by the hammers of prying attitudes. Leave with me. You would never be a sacrifice again. Do you hear me? We can be free of this city, this country, the people, the world. We can ascend.”

She sniffed and another tear ran away from her eye, stopping as it met soaked and salty hair. Villain pushed the darkened strands behind her eyes, allowing another tear to escape further- this time to her cheek, and then into the dry sand. “It’s not fair of me to leave.”

“Why not!” His brows pinched and he blew out a breath. “What could you possibly owe them?”

“Everything, Villain!” Whatever caused the mood sent between them also caused Hero to rip her hands and cheek free of Villain. Her hands now formed fists at her hips and her lips were pulled harshly into a thin line, a knife’s cutting edge. “This is my home. This is where I was born.”

“So what,” Villain yelled. “You think you’re the vacant cities’ birthright?” He shook his head- huffed. “If I could destroy the world for what poison it’s tainted your mind with…” Villain trailed off. Maybe he would destroy the world. Maybe he’d find a way to its core and make solid the molten metal, then melt the rest. An inverse world to reverse all the damage it caused Hero.

“We deserve more than a wretched existence- more than wicked expectations. Do you understand that? That you’re worth so much more than they allow?”

Hero’s gaze fell from Villain’s own. “I know you believe that,” she whispered, and her voice was almost undetectable over the sound of waves and wind.

“But what?”

“But this is where I discovered love. Passion. Liveliness.”

Villain sighed. “We can find it elsewhere. Together. I will help you rediscover those feelings, Hero. Please.” She would kill herself if she stayed here a day longer. She would kill herself trying to please the un-please-able. “Please,” he begged again, to which he was given no answer, and he finally awoke, the memory nothing but a faded dream.

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How on Earth did no one ask for a part3? Seriously this series is so good from the get-go.

Watch your asks my friend cause I’m about bombard it with a WHOLE LOT of asks ^^

Love your writing as always <3

Billionaire Supervillain x Poor Villain Part 3

Yoooo, it's back! Nobody even asked for it, I just really like these guys 😆

Part one here

Part two here

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Supervillain rested their arm cavalierly on the back of Villain's chair, exuding a level of malice that Villain usually only ever saw on the job, not while in their civilian alter-ego. But then again, it wasn't every day they met up with their archnemesis for dinner.

Supervillain had decided that if they were going to show their hand it had better be soon and somewhere public. There was much less likelihood of Hero making a fuss when it could involve dozens of innocent people. However, there was also the matter of Supervillain's notoriety as a civilian, meaning anywhere too high-class would draw attention and anything too low-class would be overcrowded. So reservations at a middle-tier steakhouse it was.

Villain sipped awkwardly at their honey limeade as Supervillain glared through their sunglasses at a very eager, very oblivious, Dean Ashley of LimeLight Weekly. Supervillain had called the reporter not even half an hour after fighting Hero, spouting some nonsense about wanting to give him an exclusive interview after he took such good care of Villain at the party. Supervillain also insisted that it must be that very night because they would be flying to Europe in the morning and wouldn't be back for the next month. Not true, but meeting with Dean directly after a fight was absolutely necessary. It was one last assurance that Hero and Dean were one and the same, and sure enough...

Dean's pale hair, usually so carefully fingered back in his internet photos, was dripping water onto his left ear while sticking out like a duck's tail feathers in the back. He'd probably only had time for a change of clothes and a quick slick back with water before running out the door. More than that, his knuckles were battered, and a small bruise was beginning to form on the side of his neck where Supervillain had pressed their thumb, hard, in the midst of a mock strangle. Either Dean was off his game tonight with the secret identity business or he thought they were stupid.

"So was there anything particularly newsworthy you wanted to talk about?" Dean asked, getting his recorder ready.

"Perhaps secrets would be a good starting point," Supervillain said.

"Secrets?"

"Yes." Supervillain took a sip of their own drink, crunching a piece of ice between their teeth before adjusting the glass primly on its coaster. "Such as a silly little gossip reporter daylighting as a hero in his off-hours."

Dean's face went paler than his hair. "Do you mean Hero? I'm not sure what you're saying but--"

"Why don't we save the denials? Villain found you out the day of the gala." Supervillain caressed Villain's cheek with the back of their finger as they spoke their name. "The same day you verified our identities, isn't that right?"

Dean curled both hands around his hair. "Who calls a reporter right after a fight? Really smart, Dean." He sighed deeply. "Alright, I admit it. So what? You want me to report on myself? Tell the truth or forfeit everything I love?"

"That actually sounds way better than what I was thinking," Supervillain grinned, perfect white teeth gleaming predatorily.

"But no," Villain finished. They were on equal footing here, no use risking themselves for Hero's humiliation. Besides, secret identity or not, Villain still felt some inexplicable gratitude toward him. "It's a proposition."

"What sort of proposition?"

Supervillain leaned forward on folded hands. "You stay quiet or say hello to every villain and low-life in this city. You know there's a lot of public information on Dean Ashley, phone number, email, work address, even a home address with a little digging. You think your life is hectic now? You haven't seen a fraction of how miserable I can make you."

Dean held up his hands. "Now, wait a minute. Who said I wanted to expose you?" He looked at Villain. "Did I ever give you a hard time?"

"You tricked me."

"I inferred, I inquired, I confirmed. I honestly felt for you that night, no ulterior motives."

"So you say," Supervillain said.

"The only thing I reported on from that party was [Sv Civilian name]'s hair. Real." He made a quick search on his phone and held it up for them to see. "Look, front page."

"Really?" Villain reached across the table for the phone, a laugh forcing its way up their throat as their eyes scanned back and forth across the article. "'A long speculated mystery...always laughed off during television interviews...thought almost certainly to be fake...' Ah! 'A conversation with [Sv civilian name]'s current partner, [Villain civilian name], at the annual city gala brought this query to a close. They confirmed with confidence the authenticity of our favorite billionaire's hair.'" They did laugh at that. "Look at that shot, baby." Grinning, Villain turned a photo of Supervillain, a couple years younger and black hair pulled into a paintbrush ponytail, towards them. "So handsome."

Supervillain spared a scathing glance.

Villain scrolled further. "Oh, comments!"

Supervillain snatched the phone out of Villain's hand, winding their arm back as if to throw it. They stopped themselves short and with some effort dropped the phone back into Dean's hand.

"Hey! I wanted to read those," Villain complained, pushing their forehead into Supervillain's shoulder.

Supervillain slipped their own phone from the breast pocket of their great, grey fur coat and stared at the screen stubbornly for at least ten seconds before grumbling, "What's the name of the article?"

"Hero Hair," Dean responded. "You know since there's the image stereotype. The people eat it up."

"Stupid." Tap, tap, tap. They passed the phone over into Villain's eager fingers. "And no one has ever made this big deal about my hair. You're just exaggerating for page views."

"Not according to Sweet_Styles1570," Villain said. "She says you hesitate on that question a lot. There's even a theory video."

"You're going to be on this for a while, aren't you?" Supervillain sighed.

Villain only hummed in confirmation, consumed by the number of people spreading content, good or bad, about their lover. Even if it was entertaining, a bit of Villain ached at really awful ones. How did Supervillain stand it? They could only imagine what would have happened if their identity had actually gotten out. Villain would have been fine, no one ever expected much of them anyway, but Supervillain...

Villain clicked the screen off and placed the phone on the table in front of Supervillain. They rested their chin in the crook of Supervillain's arm.

"What?"

Villain shrugged and ran their finger around the perimeter Supervillain's fancy gold watch.

"If you're feeling guilty again then quit it. I already told you it wasn't your fault. I never should have yelled at you in the first place."

A chuckle from Dean caused Villain's eyes to flick toward the reporter.

"See, this is why I didn't want to expose either of you."

"Don't spout nonsense," Supervillain said coldly. "I haven't forgotten about you yet."

Dean shivered. "Wow, I'm never going to get used to how different you are when you're not being a civilian, but no, I'm serious. I'm going to hunt you two down every day. I'm going to put all my energy into thwarting your plans. One day, if peace necessitates it, I may even get rid of you permanently. But I'm not one for tragedies. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I'm staying quiet because the moment your identities go public is the moment this," he waved his finger back and forth between them, "ends. One or both of you are bound to be imprisoned. Or killed. There's enough hurt in this world without me adding to it. Not when we haven't come to that point. It also appears we're at a stalemate so there's that too."

Supervillain snorted and stood up from the table. "Sure, Hero. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Just remember what we talked about today. Oh, and stick around for your food." They threw the payment for three meals on the table in cash. "Dinner's on me."

With one last smirk, they wrapped a warm arm around Villain's waist and guided them to the front of the restaurant where they smoothly hooked the paper bag of pre-boxed food on one finger and swished out the door without a word or even a glance at anyone there.

"Feel cool?" Villain asked, enjoying the pressure of Supervillan's hand on their hip and the strong scent of cinnamon wafting from their coat. They'd been seated next to each other all evening, but there was something different about being this close.

"Hm. A little."

Supervillain could be so dramatic sometimes. They'd planned that little storm out from the start, talked to the kitchen and everything for carry-away on two of the meals. All to make Hero insecure.

"I think he's telling the truth," Villain said.

"I think he's going to stay quiet," Supervillain said in half-agreement.

"You don't think any of that tragedy of stuff could really happen? That Hero could...er...do something final to us?"

Supervillain chuckled darkly. “He allows us to live out of endearment? Well I allow him to live out of mercy. I wonder which bends first.” They kissed Villain’s forehead reassuringly. “No. Hero only wants to sound big. Though perhaps the tone of our little chat warrants a few extra precautions.”

Some tags I had to remove in order for the post to actually show up:

#Dean is the ship captain#he a soft hero#but also scary?#like he ready to kill them if they cross the line#psh#like Supervillain would let that happen

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All Fun and Games: Part 4

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Hero was calling.

Villain set down the blueprints he was holding and picked up the phone from his desk, staring in confusion at the tiger emoji buzzing on the screen.

This was all wrong. He was the one who called Hero.

He kidnapped Sidekick. Called Hero. Played games with Sidekick. Hero rescued Sidekick. End of relationship.

Ok, maybe lately there had been less calling Hero. Or at least less calling Hero right away.

Still, he could only think of one reason why Hero would be the one calling him, and not the other way around.

He didn’t even wait for her to say hello. “I’m not teaming up with you to fight some ‘greater evil.’” Better to set expectations from the beginning.

Hero growled. “You need to get over here right now.”

Loud thumping sounded in the background, but it was obviously just a fist pounding on wood.

If this was some plot to arrest him, it was a wretched one. “Look, Hero, I’m not stupid enough to—”

“No no, do not lock that door!” The panicked shout was followed by more banging, then a muffled jumble as though the phone had fallen to the ground.

Then there was the metallic jangling of a doorknob that did, indeed, sound like it was locked.

Villain wondered if Hero really had dropped her phone. He was about to hang up when…

“Sidekick, open the door!”

Villain’s heart dropped. “Hero. Hero what—”

Her voice crackled through the phone. “I swear Sidekick if you don’t open this door—”

Dread pooled in his stomach. He raced for the garage as his mind pounded with frantic thoughts. Sidekick had expressly told him ‘no shenanigans’ today. She’d had something important to do. Important hero work? Had she run afoul of someone else? Someone willing to ignore that Villain had placed her on the ‘do-not-touch’ list?

Hero was still shouting through the phone.

“So help me I will break down this door—”

Villain jammed the key into the ignition of his fastest car and almost missed the muffled response.

“You can’t come in, Hero. Boundaries! You promised.”

Hero quit threatening to break down the door, but her pleadings grew in desperation even as they decreased in volume. “Just tell me what happened! You’re bleeding, Sidekick! You need a doctor. Let me in…”

Villain no longer heard the words she was saying. The awful sense of foreboding he’d had since Hero’s name had shown up on his caller ID had been right. Sidekick was bleeding. She was hurt. His fingers flexed against the steering wheel as he mentally ran through every villain in the city. He would hunt them down. Rip them apart. Tear them to shreds…

A sudden quiet drew his attention back to the phone. A softer thump, like a forehead against the door.

“Please.”

“Leave me alone.” Villain’s chest tightened at the ragged, emotionless voice. What could have made the bright, sassy Sidekick sound like that. The possibilities whirled in his mind, and he jerked the car to zoom around a minivan driving at a snail's pace.

“Villain?” Hero had picked up the phone.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he breezed through a red light.

“I’m on my way.”

“… thank you.”

——

Villain screeched to a halt in front of the quaint brick house he knew Sidekick shared with Hero. The front door burst open, and Hero stormed out onto the lawn.

Villain struggled to hide his shock as she grasped his hand and started pulling him towards the house. The last time he’d seen Hero, she’d thrown him off the roof of a building. It had only been two stories high… but still.

“Sidekick’s locked herself in her room. We made this stupid promise when we moved in about boundaries and I — she won’t even talk to me through the door so you need to go up there and—”

“She’s injured, and you’re insisting on keeping some idiotic promise?”

Hero flinched at the venom in Villain’s voice, and he regretted the harsh words, sort of.

Sidekick was hurt, and Hero had left her. She could be lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood…

Hero flushed. “I might have been dramatic… It’s not that much blood. Just a few drops on her pant leg, but she was limping.”

Villain’s brow furrowed as they made their way up the stairs. “If she’s not seriously injured, why did you call me? How did you even know to call me?”

Hero’s misery lifted briefly as she smirked at him. “There’s enough surveillance cameras in this city, do you really think it would take me hours to find where a villain was holding my cousin?”

In all the times he’d kidnapped Sidekick, all the hours they’d spent waiting for Hero to show up, the thought had never occurred to him.

His cheeks flared with unfamiliar heat. “I-”

Hero shot him a tight smile. “You can thank me later.”

They’d reached the top of the stairs, and Villain drew up short at the sight of Sidekick’s door.

Salty tears.

Villain would recognize that color blue anywhere. The cheery blue paint, the name clearly a misnomer, showed no sign of the abuse Hero had subjected it to.

But the sight of the obstacle drew Villain’s focus back to the crisis at hand. He kept his voice low. “You still haven’t told me why you called me over here when Sidekick shut herself in her room.”

Hero shook her head. “If she wasn’t going to let me in… then she needed you.”

“Why? If she wasn’t severely injured…”

Hero’s eyes flashed with emotion. “It wasn’t that she was hurt,” Hero met his gaze, “she was terrified.”

Anger finally won out over the panic, white hot rage coursing through him. His pupils contracted into vertical slits. “And what, precisely, was ‘so important’ for her to do today?”

Hero shook her head. “Not what you’re thinking; Sidekick wasn’t doing hero work today. She just had some errands to run. Whatever happened…”

…had been unprovoked. Villain’s blood began to boil as the steely rage settled into his bones. Someone had attacked his Sidekick. Without provocation. Without cause.

The furious growl that ripped from his throat was a sound no human could make.

Whatever had happened. Whoever it had been…

Villain’s teeth sharpened into fangs and his fingers curved into claws.

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