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Playing With Their Food. Pt. 2

Imma be honest I have NO IDEA where you guys came from, but THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL! Like once I randomly left and I have 11 notifications for this story specifically??? probably the most attention I've ever gotten online for my writing (or in general). ok im gonna stop blabbering and get to the story-

Summary - After Sidekick was kidnapped, they're trapped with Supervillain. But ever wonder what happened with Hero, the one that 'abandoned' them?

TW - Imprisonment, wounds, coughing blood, blood in general

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It’s been days. At least, that’s what Sidekick thinks. It could’ve been months at this point. Time was always a strange concept to them. It never started, ended, or was always just… there.

Being stuck in a pearl-white cell gave them time to think. They could think about life outside of the cell, wondering if anything changed with their disappearance. They could think about their friends and family, wondering if anyone missed them. They could hope the agency cared enough to look for them. However, the question lingering in their head was whether or not Supervillain was right.

If Supervillain was right, and Hero abandoned them in the burning building.

A sudden bang on metal knocked them out of their thoughts as their head whipped around. “Prisoner #845, your meal.” A monotonous voice said, their voice barely a whisper. Sidekick strained to turn their body around, hopping off the bed. They staggered towards the door as a small hatch was opened on the other side. A pale pair of hands reached through it, holding a case. It was a smooth, small rectangle that was a light gray; probably the most colorful thing Sidekick had seen since they were kidnapped. Sidekick carefully took it as the hands and limped back to their bed, the hatch shutting with a clang.

They grunted as they sat on the bed. Their limbs felt numb. Their frigid fingers flicked the small clasp on the case, a click indicating the small box was unlocked. They opened it to reveal their day's meal: a cold sandwich with sliced chicken meat, lettuce, and tomatoes.

Sidekick stared at it, their eyes taking in the red juice dripping from the tomatoes, the green of slowly drying grass, and the beige of the sliced meat. Their pupils dilated at the sight of the color. Slowly, their hands touched the bread, its texture soft. Letting out a soft sigh, their hands wrapped around the meal and brought it to their mouth, taking a bite. It was cold, and the juice leaking from the tomato made it soggy—a person who hadn’t been kidnapped would’ve hated it—Sidekick inhaled his food, feeling like it was a meal fit for royalty.

The black camera, tucked away in a corner, turned to Sidekick, observing their every move.

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“They seem to be adapting quickly,” Villain said. “And it’s only been a month. I think you’ve finally broken them.”

“Hm.” Supervillain stared at the computer screens on the wall in front of them. It was just a canvas-white room, the only inhabitant being Sidekick. “Not yet. I can still see the spark in their eyes.”

Villain rolled their eyes, scoffing. “More like them having an internal crisis. We should just get rid of them. They must be useless if Hero abandoned them.”

“Patience, darling.” Supervillain grabbed the remote on the table and zoomed in on Sidekick. “They have talent. I can feel it. They just need a reminder about what happens in society to useless freaks, and they’ll understand what they need to do.” They grinned. “Besides, they’re fun to toy with, don’t you think?”

Scoffing, Villain turned around. “Whatever. I’ll check on the other goody-two-shoes.” Villain put their hand on the keypad and the doors slid open. Their heels clanked against the metal floors as they stalked the hallways. Multiple recruits and soldiers walked past them, but they ignored every one of them. The walls were slate in color, but they all reeked of blood and iron. As they walked, the number of people around them dwindled, everyone heading towards their chambers to sleep.

Eventually, on the farthest side of the base—its metal composition meant to be impenetrable, a lack of windows to prevent a peek inside, and the edges fortified with an extra layer of reinforced steel—it was meant to keep things inside.

Villain took a key out of their pocket and opened the door, opening with a loud, eerie creak…

“I gotta say, red suits you well,” Villain said, sitting on the chair in front of Hero. Hero tried to laugh, but they fell into a coughing fit. “Careful,” they warned. “You lost a bit of blood.”

“Oh, really?” Hero tried to say sarcastically, but their voice was hoarse.

“Mhm.” Villain crossed one leg over the other. “A bit more than I anticipated, but I’m sure it won’t be that big deal. It shouldn’t be too bad.”

Villain looked at Hero with loving eyes, mesmerized by their looks. For a normal person, it wasn’t a pretty sight. But for Villain? They were in awe. Hero was sitting on a chair, their arms behind their back. Their face was practically purple with the number of bruises littered was large. Their clothes were falling apart, rips and tears caused by the torture they endured. However, the most noticeable was the blood pouring out from the untended wounds scattered around their body. “You look like a canvas with red paint splattered on you.” Hero didn’t respond. Villain chuckled. “My little masterpiece. Has a nice ring to it.”

“Oh, shut up, will you?”

Villain was glowing as they heard Hero’s annoyed response, but they couldn’t take them seriously, not with their ragged breathing. “Lovely noises,” they complimented, but Hero knew it was anything but kind.

“Freaking psycho,” they spat out but started coughing. Villain waited patiently for their coughing fit to stop. However, the more Hero coughed, they could see their clothing stained with bright, fresh red; from their chest and mouth, they couldn’t tell.

“Daw~” Villain teased, speaking over Hero’s groans. “You’re still bleeding? I didn’t think I was that harsh.”

Hero huffed as their coughing finally went to ease, licking their lips. They glared at their captor, not wanting to speak any longer than needed. Villain scoffed. “You wound me, dear.” Villain gave them a mock frown. They stood up and walked over to Hero, not missing their flinch at their sharp movements. Their hand wrapped around their chin, forcing them to look up in their eyes. “But seeing you, tied up and bloody? I gotta say, it’s making me feel things.” Villain grinned and kissed Hero’s forehead, their lips stained with their crimson blood.

“Burn in hell.”

“Cute.” Villain looked at Hero, leaning down. “It’s entertaining, you know that? Seeing your many failed attempts to be so threatening while you’re… you’re basically a breathing corpse.” Villain pushed their weight on them as they leaned on Hero, still stuck on the chair, and put their head on their shoulder, whispering in their ear. “Funny what you’d do for a friend, huh?”

“Where is Sidekick?” Hero ordered, wanting an answer. Villain huffed, their breath tickling Hero’s ear unpleasantly.

“How rude. Always about your little pet and never about me.” Hero could feel the poutiness radiating from Villain. “Seriously, you worry too much. They’re fine if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“You kidnapped them! And me!” Hero tried to seem intimidating, but they started to cough once more. Snickering, Villain got off them and backed away. They grinned at Hero’s angry face. To them, they were like a kitten.

“I gotta say,” they said, “it’s so fun seeing you so helpless.” They walked around the chair, going behind Hero. Hero attempted to turn their neck, not trusting Villain to leave their vision. “Ah ah-” Villain’s hands grabbed the sides of Hero’s face and forced them to look in front of them. “Don’t break your neck. I’m right behind you.”

“That’s what scares me,” Hero choked out, barely able to speak properly.

“Hm.” Villain rested their chin on top of Hero’s head. Hero winced, the sudden weight making them uneasy. “You’re cute like this. Did I mention that?” Hero slightly nodded, and Villain smiled.

“Good. I just want to make sure you know.”

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I'm gonna be brutally honest, I hate this one with a burning passion. I don't really like how this turned out. I'm REALLY sorry if it didn't come to your expectations, especially for the ones who asked me for a part two! forgive me (•᷄- •᷅ ;)

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Blue - The color blue represents many meanings, though, colors are but one way to see them.

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An Outed Secret

Summary - Nathan bullies the shit outta Simon. Usually. So, when someone reveals a huge secret of Simon's that changes his life, Nathan goes completely bat-shit.

Part 1

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Refuge.

Summary - Hero and Supervillain got into a huge fight that injured Hero fatally. No one would help them, so they only knew one other place to go to seek refuge; Villain. Angst

Part 1 | Flashback

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Familiar.

Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why. Angst

Part 1

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A Caretaker.

Summary - After being defeated by Hero, Villain quickly fell unconscious. They found themselves in a random home, and slowly feel safe near the host.

Part 1

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Playing With Their Food.

Summary - Supervillain kidnapped Sidekick, letting Hero get away. Sidekick gets restless and angry, and Supervillain decides to play with their food.

Part 1 | Part 2

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☆ Xaniadusca Masterlist ( ! CANON ! )☆

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Betrayal.

Summary - Ori and Onyx leave the Devil's Crest, leaving Midnight behind, too. The battlefield is swirling with emotions, sadness, anger, and betrayal. Angst

Part 1 | Part 2

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The Dance.

Summary - Prince Ori is said to marry someone from the Oparius Kingdom. However, his grumpy guard goes against it, being a bit too possessive. Fluff

Part 1

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The Zoshtu Dragons of Amni Lake.

Summary - Solar and Eclipse decide to go to the breeding grounds of Zoshtu Water Dragons - Amni Lake! However, it appears they're too late... or are they? Fluff

Part 1

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Fluffy Hair [ Finished ]

Summary - Dream and Nightmare - Dream and Nightmare's relationship is nothing less than awkward. On their birthday, Dream decided to fix that with a delightful gift. Fluff

Part 1

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A Freak For A Friend [ Finished ]

Summary - Error and Nightmare - Nightmare recently became corrupted, trapping himself in the Anti-Void while escaping his AU. He meets a new glitchy friend and wants to be freaks together. Angst

Part 1

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Kist Day 2024 - Cigarette Break. [ Finished ]

Summary - Dust and Killer never got along together. So when they both wake up in the middle of the night and run into each other, the have a cigarette break. However, will either of them reveal why they were up? angst, comfort, fluff

Part 1

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Kist Day 2024 - Cigarette Break.

I, personally, hate to brag, but I wrote 7 pages (if you put it on Google docs).

i'm not really obsessed with this, I don't like how their personalities came out, but then again I knew about Kist day literally yesterday at 7pm so- enjoy!

This is also my first writing on this blog, so yippee!^^

Summary - Dust and Killer never got along together. So when they both wake up in the middle of the night and run into each other, the have a cigarette break. However, will either of them reveal why they were up?

TW - Killer x Dust, cigarettes / smoking, hallucinations (Dust's Papyrus), bloodlust / L.V. high, mentions of attempted murder, g a y

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Killer and Dust were two sides of the same coin; Dust was calm and quiet, never speaking too much, always caught up in his head. He was never caught twice slacking in his work, because though he may hide it well, he was always wary of those around him. Killer was loud, never thinking twice about what he said or did. It was safe to say he was arrogant with his spot as Nightmare’s right-hand after Cross left. He was never concerned about his actions’ consequences. Of course, that led to ‘punishments’ from Nightmare, but he never learned his lesson.

It was late at night, around four in the morning, when Dust woke up from a restless slumber. The voices he heard were more violence-craved than usual, causing him to panic and wake up in distress. It wasn’t anything unusual compared to the countless times he woke up with his magic on with summoned bones. He remembered one specific day vividly. He summoned bones in his sleep that attacked a wall and damaged most of his room. Killer and Horror rushed in and he almost killed them with a gaster blaster. Nightmare came just before it hit them and made a wall to protect them. Nightmare focused his energy towards Dust, or so he’d been told, to divert the negativity away from him to feed off. He remembered waking up in a panic and jolting up from his bed, only to be met with Nightmare scolding him for waking up everyone. He didn’t care too much about the insults, the yelling, or the punishment for not eating for a week and gaining the harder missions. What truly pissed him off was the grin Killer was wearing the whole time while he saw him being chastised. He clenched his fists while glaring, but Killer’s smirk just widened at the sight. It was clear he enjoyed the scenario in front of him, and he didn’t give a damn that Dust was in trouble. He wished Nightmare didn’t block the gaster blaster from Killer’s stupid target soul. That was the day when he declared he officially hated Killer.

His footsteps patted against the wooden staircase as he descended from the third floor to the second. When Nightmare first recruited him, he was easily lost through the twisted labyrinth of the castle. He remembers when he first met Killer outside of Nightmare, he was aimlessly walking around the castle, trying to get a feel of the layout. Killer approached him and, without warning, started teasing his clothing, saying he looked just like Sans. It ticked him off, and Killer could tell. Did that make him stop? No. If anything, Killer just got more persistent. When Dust didn’t react to the insults as much, Killer randomly threw a knife towards him. A fight broke out until Nightmare came and separated them. The whole situation just made his hatred for him grow.

Thinking about Killer made Dust more stressed. It always bothered him how nonchalant Killer was about the whole situation. He took his hood and pulled it further down his head, feeling self-conscious about his face, his identity. He was never comfortable knowing those other versions of himself, so carefree and happy, could’ve been him.

‘Feeling down, Sans?’ Dust sighed at the familiar voice.

“Go away, Papy. I can’t right now,” Dust said deeply, determined to ignore the voices and their pleas for bloodlust.

‘But Sans,’ complained Papyrus, his bodiless figure swirling around Dust, ‘I feel that you feel what I feel! I know you feel the urge-’

“No is no. It’s late.” Dust pushed himself forward, forcing himself to drown out his decapitated brother’s head.

His brother was pissed off. ‘Sans! Now isn’t the time to joke around you lazy skeleton! You’re L.V. is rising, I know it!’ Sans Dust didn’t respond. ‘Who knows?’ Papyrus said, getting closer to Dust’s face. ‘Maybe you could just kill some of your friends-’

“Not my friends,” Dust interrupted again, turning away from his dead brother. “They’re my… teammates, I guess.” Papyrus sighed, floating beside his brother as they stalked the corridors.

The walls were an ashy gray, giving the illusion of being trapped in a void. The only light source was the full Moon shining light through the giant windows on the walls. Dust tried to ignore Papyrus’s nagging by focusing on the other sounds and sights in the castle. However, it was painfully quiet tonight, and nothing interesting in the castle beside him and his brother’s head.

‘It’s pathetic,’ said Papyrus, continuing with his speech. ‘You’ve worked here for… how long? Months? Years? And yet you all hate each other. Isn’t it embarrassing?’

Dust sighed. “I don’t hate Horror. Just Killer and Nightmare.”

‘That just makes him an easy target!’ Papyrus exclaimed, trying to get his point across. Dust looked at Papyrus like he was crazy. Papyrus huffed and corrected himself. ‘Killer’s an easy target, not Nightmare. Killer doesn’t like us either, so it wouldn’t be shocking if you attempted it, anyway. He’s just an emotionless oddity and a loyal dog. We can take him!’ Sighing, Dust just accepted he wouldn’t get out of this conversation no matter how hard he tried to ignore him. ‘When has he ever done anything for us, huh? He hates you. He’s always mocking you, your personality, your traits, everything.’ Papyrus floated in front of him and stared him dead in the eyes. ‘If anything, you should just do it now. It’s not like he’ll be missed, anyways.’ Papyrus scoffed.

“Please, stop,” Dust pleaded. He looked down at the floor, avoiding the gaze of his dead brother as he continued walking the halls.

‘Unless, of course, you’re growing sof-’

“Dust!” A voice echoed through the hallways, snapping Dust out of his trance. Dust perked up and looked around. Papyrus wasn’t in front of him anymore. Unfortunately, what was in front of him was a skeleton with gray shorts with a white stripe, a black, sleeveless shirt, a messy red target in front of his chest, and black tears falling from his eyes in messy strokes.

“Killer,” Dust replied, nodding his head as a greeting. His tone was quiet, not wanting to talk longer than needed. After all, he spent most of the day arguing with him.

Grinning as usual, Killer approached him. “So, watcha up-” Killer started speaking, but Dust was walking past him, attempting to leave the conversation. However, Killer wasn’t much for social cues and turned around to follow. “Geez, rude much?” As if he wasn’t the rudest person Dust met since Papyrus.

“I’m not in the mood,” Dust admitted.

Killer huffed. “Well, that attitude isn’t gonna bring you anywhere.” When Dust didn’t respond, he rolled his eyes and walked beside him. The two roamed the hallway. “So, what are you up for anyway? Unless you’re in a depressive episode as usual, then that would make sense, wouldn’t it?” Killer snickered slightly, but Dust remained quiet. The only noise that filled the air was the sound of trees rustling in the distance, the leaves shaking in the wind. Killer’s grin fell into a frown. It was always hard to tell what Dust was feeling. His hood always cast a large shadow on his face, covering most of his expressions.

“You’re always so boring,” Killer said, his void-like eyes narrowing. “Also weird, but we’re also murderers, so that makes sense, doesn’t it?” It’s not like he was expecting a response. Killer gave an exaggerated groan, flailing his arms up. “You’re so quiet. I don’t like this silence.”

“Well,” Dust argued, “I do.”

“That’s because you’re boring.”

“Oh, shut up.” Dust, deciding he had enough of Killer and his annoying antics, took a sharp corner to a balcony. Maybe he’ll finally have some peace around here.

The night outside was peaceful and quiet, shades of blue, all blurred together like someone took a brush and mixed a bunch of watercolors. The stars were like speckles of paint splattered randomly around the sky, making intricate patterns. The balcony on this floor had a beautiful view, but the balcony itself wasn’t as nice. It was made of gray concrete, just like the rest of the castle, but slightly cracked and chipped. Dust was surprised that it hadn’t collapsed yet.

Dust sighed heavily and leaned on the railing. A nice breath of fresh air was just what he needed. He shoved a hand in his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.

“Y’know-” Killer started behind him- “those aren’t very healthy.”

“We’re skeletons.” Dust took out a cigarette and flicked the tip. In an instant, the cigarette’s tip lit up with a blue flame. “We don’t have lungs.” Dust put the cigarette in his mouth and slightly relaxed at the familiar feeling of nicotine. Killer huffed but didn’t say anything. Dust was grateful for it.

The two stayed out on the balcony, surrounded by a calming silence. Dust was confused about how Killer could stay so quiet, but he didn’t question it. He didn’t want the fragile silence to shatter the moment he started asking questions. Without saying a word, Killer stood beside Dust, staring into the sky. The wind was a gentle breeze, barely moving Dust’s hood. It was quiet. Too quiet that he could’ve forgotten Killer was there.

Dust couldn’t help himself and mentioned. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Killer chuckled. “What? Worried about me?” There it was. Dust scoffed and blew out a puff of smoke, not even looking in his direction. Killer chuckled. “Can’t take a joke?”

“Not if that joke comes out of your mouth,” Dust shot back, regretting speaking.

Killer frowned and leaned a bit closer to Dust. “Aww~ Did I piss off the emo?” Dust groaned and took a few steps farther from Killer. Snickering, Killer moved closer, trying to get into his personal space. “C’mon! You know I was joking, don’t cha’?” Killer raised his ‘eyebrows’ expectantly, trying to look into Dust’s face.

Instead of responding, Dust took a puff of his cigarette. Maybe if he ignored Killer long enough, he’ll back down. Killer’s smile slightly fell. “... Right.” Noticing the behavior change, Dust glanced toward Killer’s soul and noticed it was shaking slightly. This wouldn’t be unusual when he was fighting, and the opponent was close to him. He’s seen it happen with Outer and Color. Seeing his soul like this in the middle of the night was weird.

Sighing, Dust finally caved in. “Why are you up?” Killer tore his gaze away from the stars and looked at Dust, shocked that he responded.

“Oh, uh… just, couldn’t sleep,” he replied.

Dust hummed, looking down below from the balcony’s view. “Do you want one?” Dust held out the cigarette pack, gesturing for Killer to take it. Killer looked at it before gently taking it out of Dust’s hands. It was almost like he was afraid it would crumble under his touch.

“I don’t have a lighter,” Killer said dryly, holding it back to Dust. “And I don’t smoke.”

“Well,” Dust said, taking a cigarette from the box and flicking the tip, making it light up, “you don’t need one.” Dust smiled, his grin sly as a fox and devilish as a wolf. He handed it to Killer as he eyed the cigarette suspiciously. After carefully taking the cigarette from Dust’s white-gloved hands, he plopped it in his mouth.

Killer looked out into the sky. “Thanks,” he said quietly, still curious about why Dust offered him the cigarette. Dust nodded in a way of saying ‘You’re welcome’ and looked out to the sky with him.

The silence was comforting for Dust. Killer’s foot was tapping the ground rhythmically, making small noises. Of course, it bothered Dust slightly, but he forced himself to ignore it.

“You never answered me,” Killer reminded, trying to fill the void of noise. He took the cigarette out his mouth.“Why are you still awake?”

“I could say the same for you.”

“I did answer!” Killer was a bit annoyed at Dust hiding things.

“You did,” Dust said, “but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth.” Killer opened his mouth to argue, but couldn’t think of anything. Dust could see right through him.

“Pshh, whatever.” Killer put the cigarette back in his mouth, frowning slightly. Dust looked at Killer, his gaze going towards his target soul. “Fine, fine,” Killer said, noticing Dust staring. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and spoke. “It’s just because of this stupid nightmare.” Dust looked up and stared at Killer.

Before bursting out laughing.

Killer groaned. “It’s not funny!” Still, Dust cackled, his cigarette dropping on the balcony. “Dust! You’re making me regret this!” Dust’s laughter slowed down, but he kept snickering. Killer sighed as his soul started to shake and vibrate a bit more. “It’s not that funny.”

“I think it’s funny that you’re so worked up over nothing.”

“Seriously?! I preferred you when you were quiet, Dust.”

“I thought you hated silence,” Dust said, chuckling. He stomped on his cigarette. “Besides, it’s pretty funny.”

“It’s not.” Killer put his cigarette in his mouth and looked away from Dust, crossing his arms over his chest. Dust rolled his eyes, not that Killer could see it, and walked a bit closer to Killer.

“If it makes you feel better, I woke up cause of voices.”

Killer took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked at Dust, confused. “Voices?” Killer questioned. “So, voices are less crazy than a bad dream?”

“Don’t make me punch you.”

“But you love me!” Killer gasped dramatically. “Are you saying our relationship was forged upon lies?!”

“What relationship? You mean you being an ass to me and me dealing with it?”

“If anything,” Killer started, smirking, “that’s the peak of friendship.” Dust scoffed and looked away, not wanting to hear it. “Oh, c’mon Dust! We’ve known each other for over a year! You should know by now that if I annoy you, it means love.” Killer put the cigarette in his mouth and made a heart shape with his hands, smiling childishly.

Dust sighed. “Yeah, right.” He took the cigarette out of Killer’s mouth and put it in his own. “But that’s not my love language.”

Killer, taken aback at the sudden snatching of his cigarette, looked at Dust with wide eyes. His mouth was slightly opened as he stared at Dust smoking the cigarette that used to be his. Dust snickered, his voice deep and gravelly. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“I- You-” Killer stammered, not being able to process what just happened. “You- You practically kissed me!”

Dust looked at Killer like he was crazy, not like anyone could tell. “It’s just a cigarette. Not like we’re making out right now.”

Thoughts still jumbled up, Killer tried to speak against him. “Yeah, but- I mean-”

“If you think this is intimate, then it’s clear you’ve never dated someone before.” Dust took out the cigarette and blew a puff of smoke into Killer’s face. Killer coughed and waved a hand in front of his face, the smell burning his ‘nose’. “You always have a big mouth. It’s weird seeing you so speechless and silent.”

“Well,” Killer started, clearing his throat, “maybe I want to be quiet for a change.”

“That’s laughable.” Dust leaned on the railing once again, the smoke from his cigarette floating into the air.

Killer looked at Dust with a strange expression. Dust side glanced at it. His head was hung lower than usual, and his hands were messing with the bottom of his shirt.

“I’m sorry!” He blurted out, making Dust turn his head completely. When Dust looked at Killer, his cheeks were slightly red. “I mean,” he cleared his throat, “I’m not completely sorry, I just…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say. “I mean I’m sorry for always… jabbing, at your back, and… The- The dream I had, that’s why.” Killer looked at Dust. When he didn’t make any movements or signs of reaction, he looked back down. “The dream was that you went crazy and killed me. You were on an L.V. high or something and a gaster blaster hit me.”

“That’s why your soul was weird?” Killer looked at Dust, offended, but nodded anyway. “Hm.”

Killer waited patiently for any other response, but none came. When he looked back at Dust, he just saw him smoking like nothing happened. “... That’s it? No ‘I forgive you’ or ‘In hell I’ll forgive you’? Nothing?”

Dust looked slowly back to Killer before looking out into the sky again. “It’s almost dawn,” he said. “We must’ve been here for around two hours now, huh.”

“I-”

“And here you are, worrying about some dumb dream.” Dust looked at Killer. Though his face was completely covered by his hood, Killer could feel there was no malice in his words. “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it by now.” Well… Dust is Dust.

“But you do, don’t you?” Killer looked at Dust like he was stupid. “I’ve always been a pain to you, since…” He thought. “Well, since I met you! I’ve always insulted you, your appearance.”

“Especially my appearance.”

“Heck,” Killer said, ignoring Dust’s interruption, “remember that one time when I gave you a mental breakdown because I took down your hood?”

“Ah.” Dust felt the memory rushing back to him. Killer was poking at his hood too much and eventually pulled it off. It’s where his fear of letting people near him comes from. “Like it was yesterday.”

“So- So why?! Seriously, how-”

Dust grabbed him by his collar and yanked him towards him. Killer was now directly in front of Dust. So close that he could faintly make out his appearance. “Because we’re teammates. I may hate it sometimes… Most of the time, but we’re stuck together. We don’t have to be friends for me to not want to kill you.”

“I beg to differ.”

“K i l l e r .”

“Alright, alright!” Killer shoved Dust’s hand off of his collar and quickly backed away. “Geez, you’re scary.”

“My L.V. is 20,” Dust confirmed. “You should be scared. I could kill you right here, right now, and Nightmare would just replace you with another timeline.” Killer looked at Dust with fear. Dust’s eyes started to glow as his purple magic started to surround his aura.

Dust could hear Papyrus whispering in his ear.

“You’ve insulted me the moment I got here, and you’ve continued with it ever since. You’ve humiliated me, agitated me, and I could make your death anything but swift and painless.” Dust started to approach Killer until his back was against the railing. Another step and Killer would fall over the edge.”

Papyrus’s whispers grew louder.

“But I won’t.”

Papyrus’s whispers faded away into the wind. Killer looked at Dust, his fear replaced with confusion.

“The reason I’m up is because Papy wanted me to kill you. His whispers were loud. Louder than usual.”

Killer looked at Dust, and after so long, he felt an emotion.

“I got up and went out of my room because they hurt. I was scared I would’ve killed you like last time. Remember that day when I almost killed you with a gaster blaster in my sleep? That was him when I was on an L.V. high. I couldn’t control it.”

Killer felt pity.

“I just hate how emotionless you are. You’re always so loud and obnoxious, you never care about consequences. But I do. It also pissed me off how you didn’t care when I got punishments like it was amusing.”

Killer felt shocked.

“But that day, despite how annoying you are, that could’ve gotten you killed, okay? One day I won’t be able to control myself and you’ll get killed. I can feel it. Papyrus almost made me kill you. Yet, you didn’t think much of it.”

Killer felt grateful.

“That scares- Are you even listening to me? I thought I was having a moment with-”

Killer felt loved.

Killer gave a giddy smile and lunged at Dust, hugging him tightly. His arms were wrapped around Dust’s waist as he twirled around in circles on the balcony, laughing in euphoria. Dust yelped in surprise, but Killer didn’t care much. “Killer-! Put me down-” But Killer didn’t dare let go of Dust. He kept spinning around with Dust in his arms.

After a few minutes, Killer set down Dust on the balcony. Dust latched onto Killer’s arm for a bit, feeling dizzy. “S-Sorry, Dust.” Killer laughed awkwardly, helping Dust stand up straight. “I just… I don’t really know.”

“It’s… fine?” Dust was honestly really confused. That was strange.

“Sorry, again. I didn’t mean to be so… emotionless. I don’t really control it-”

“I’m sorry,” Dust said, cutting off Killer. “I know it’s not your fault. We all have… issues, don’t we?”

Killer snorted. “Issues? More like trauma caused by a human child.” Dust sighed. The emotions problem wasn’t going away any time soon, but he’s dealt with it for a year. He’ll live, for the most part. Killer grabbed Dust’s gloves hands in his own, the fabric feeling cold. “But… Thank you. For- For forgiving me.”

“Forgiving… That’s a bit far.” Dust tensed up slightly at the sudden contact, but didn’t move. “It’s more like… a mutual love-hate relationship?”

Killer gave a small gasp. “You love me?”

Dust rolled his eyes and pulled his hands out of Killer’s grasp. “Do not misinterpret my words, Killer.” Killer’s smile turned into a frown. Dust scoffed. “You’re not pulling the puppy eye’s card. It won’t work.”

Killer’s frown turned into a sly smile. “Aww, I thought my puppy face was cute! Disappointing.”

Sighing, Dust took out his cigarette and tossed it over the balcony. Killer frowned. “Hey! What’s the point in taking my cigarette if you’re just gonna throw it away?”

“To be fair, it was mine first.”

“Still-” Before he could say another word, Dust grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him forward. Dust’s lips met with Killer’s in a lustful, rough kiss.

The moment felt surreal. For Killer, at least. Killer gasped through the kiss as his arms slowly wrapped around Dust’s waist, careful not to overstep boundaries. Once his arms were completely around Dust’s waist, he pulled him closer so their bodies were together and close. Dust’s hands guided themselves, tracing over Killer’s neck before wrapping around to put more force into the kiss. Their mouths moved in sync, the taste of cigarettes lingering in their mouths in a burning sensation. Killer felt hungry for the affection and love he longed for, but never received. Dust wanted comfort and reassurance, knowing he wouldn’t lose control from a high.

They both struggled with LOVE.

As Dust tried to pull away, Killer kept pushing forward, not wanting the moment to end. Dust gave a light laugh as Killer’s lips drowned it out.

The two made out on the balcony until the first peak of dawn, the golden bursts of sunlight shining on their faces. Still, they didn’t care. They just stood there in each other’s embrace.

When they finally let go, they stared at each other; Killer’s black eyes shining in the light, and Dust’s face visible, his eyes a crimson red and neon blue. Killer finally spoke. “Did… did you really just kiss me?” He was shocked, but a cheeky grin slowly spread onto his face. 

Dust rolled his eyes. “Surprised I didn’t throw up.”

“Doesn’t answer the question, Dust Bunny.”

“I don’t know,” Dust admitted, pulling down his hood to reveal his face even more. Killer blushed when he saw his face more clearly. Every inch of his face was beautiful to him. “I think you have to kiss me again to find out.”So they both stood on the balcony and kissed again, this time full of passion and L.O.V.E. love.

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oopsie daisy, almost forgot about the ending part-

so, yeah! that's it- It's cute I guess, but I never like what I make so I have to say I hate it- lol. hope you enjoyed! this was a nice one- took me two days, too- thanks to my friend who gave me the idea <3

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An Outed Secret.

So, this one's a bit weirder than what I usually write. I just wanted to post something. Also, I just chose random names.

Summary - Nathan bullies the shit outta Simon. Usually. So, when someone reveals a huge secret of Simon's that changes his life, Nathan goes completely bat-shit.

TW - Swearing, bullying, harassing, outing someone's gender, transphobia

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It was never a surprise to find Nathan kicking Simon’s ass.

Complete opposite, they were. Simon was more creative and constantly scolded to act “normal” in the views of others. He was always different. Nathan was more harsh and stern, always following expectations of being strong and cruel. Even as opposites, they always cross paths.

And shit always hit the fan.

Nathan would always torment Simon, even for the smallest things. Accidentally sit next to his desk in physics? Punch in the face. But no one ever batted an eye. Not cause they were scared of Nathan, no. Because no one cared enough about Simon to be worried.

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It was another chaotic day in Black Diamond High School; A prestigious school, usually for the highly academic kids or the rich ones.

Simon was the mix of both.

Simon’s father was an important figure in the government, and his IQ was higher than most. It didn’t help his situation, being intelligent. It just made him more of a target for thinking differently.

Simon sat down at a desk in Chemistry, hours more preferred class. Most of his “friends” were here. At least, people who tolerated him.

He fiddled with his pencil, eying the clock warily. Nathan sat at the other end of the classroom and prayed it would stay that way. The teacher should be coming in a few minutes. “Just stay unnoticed,” he mentally told himself. Sadly, Nathan wasn’t the only one who found Simon weak and pathetic.

“Aww~ Is the freak sitting alone?” He heard a cackle and slowly turned around to face him. It was Orion, his second least favorite. Ruffling his hair, Orion gave a shit-eating grin. He plopped down on the seat next to Simon. “So, freak,” Orion started, making Simon flinch. Freak was his least favorite insult. Mostly because he believed they were right. “I heard that… you have a little secret? Is it true?” Simon looked at Orion in confusion, wondering what he was hinting at. Orion rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Is it true you’re a girl?”

Simon dropped his pencil, making the entire class’ attention go to them. Orion snickered at Simon’s horrified face. “So it is true! You are a girl! Ha!” He started laughing, and most of the class joined. Insults were hurled at him, calling him tranny, freak, and girl. He put his head on his desk and covered his ears, failing to see Nathan glaring at Orion.

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The next few days at school we’re shitty. There was no sugarcoating it. The ones who were decent to him abandoned him, not wanting to be a victim. His locker was vandalized with trans slurs and swears. Almost everyone threw insults through the hallway. When he went to the male restroom, he was thrown out for being a “pervert.”

Life sucked.

Today was no different, in full honesty. Simon was shoved against a locker, groaning in pain. “Can’t believe you’re this pathetic, girly.” Wincing, he was face to face with Orion. He quickly punched his stomach, making Simon yelp in pain. He clutched his stomach, the surrounding crowd laughing. Orion yelled insults, the others joining. Simon curled into a ball on the floor, crying silently. He looked up enough to see Orion about to throw a punch at his face.

At least, until someone pushed Orion away.

Orion was shoved before he could deliver the punch. Simon looked in the other direction, realizing the person was Nathan.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Nathan just saved Simon from a punch.

Glaring, Orion got up and grabbed Nathan by the collar. “The fuck was that for?!”

“For being a dick!” Nathan quickly punched Orion in the face, causing him to let go and clutch his jaw in pain. Orion was seeping with anger, tackling Nathan to the floor. People quickly flooded around them, attempting to get a close-up view of the fight. Simon got up and pushed his way to the front. Nathan was on top of Orion, pulling at his hair and clawing at his face. Orion was grabbing his shoulders, desperately trying to push him off. Orion had a bloody nose with a black eye forming. Nathan had a slap across his face, but nothing too major.

Simon could see in the distance a few teachers and officers sprinting to the scene. They shoved the other students out of the way and pried Nathan off. Still, Nathan was trying to resist and punch Orion. Some teachers had medical kits, trying to put ice on his black eye.

Simon gasped, recoiling when Nathan tried to punch the security guard. He slowly backed away and rushed out of the hallway.

The thought of Nathan fighting Orion lingered in the back of his head.

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Later that day, everyone avoided Simon.

It confused him. I mean, a few hours ago, everyone was beating him up, calling him slurs, and even threatening to reveal even more personal information. Now everyone ignored him. Some even looked scared or threatened by his presence. He shrugged it off, going on with his day. It was quite nice not being harassed every second of the day.

While walking past a hallway, there was another, smaller crowd. He was about to walk past, having enough drama for now, but heard a familiar voice.

“You little shit.”

Simon paused. Was that—

There was a bang against the locker. He could hear someone whimpering and trembling from fear, along with the flashes of photos and video recordings. Curiosity got the best of him, and he shoved his way through. Looking at the scene, he saw Nathan holding some girl by his collar against the locker. Simon recognized her as one who poured her yogurt on his head in the cafeteria. Nathan slammed her body into the locker again and growled with anger. “Fucking answer me! Did you do it?!” His grip grew tighter, the girl shaking while her friends watched. Nathan scoffed, pushing her to the ground. Her friends helped her up, but they were all visibly scared. He looked at the girl sympathetically. The girl and her friend group glared at him but stopped immediately when Nathan gave them a death stare. They scurried off, and the crowd slowly dispersed when the action ended. Simon was about to leave until a hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Simon.”

He jumped slightly, turning around. As he guessed from the deep voice, it was Nathan.

“N-Nathan, hi, Nathan, hi!” Simon stuttered and stammered, still nervous and socially awkward. He was always scared of Nathan. Just because he saved his ass earlier today doesn’t mean he’ll forget everything he did for years.

Nathan rolled his eyes, glaring at Simon. Still, there was something more in his eyes. Nathan never let go of his shoulder, keeping his grip tight, yet loose. His eyes softened when he saw how nervous Simon was. “Is it true?” He asked.

“What?”

“Are you really trans?” Nathan muttered, but his voice lingered with understanding. Simon let out a heavy sigh, putting his hands in his pockets. “It’s… a touchy subject.” Nathan looked deep into Simon’s eyes, finding nothing but the truth. “Right.” There was an uncomfortable silence between them, knowing it was a serious and personal topic.

Nathan looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. He suddenly grabbed Simon into a strong hug. It felt forced, but Simon thought it might be because he hadn’t had a hug in a while. It was quite awkward. Bring in a hog with someone who punched him in the face.

Still, it’s the thought that counts.

Nathan pulled away, and Simon swore he saw him slightly blush. Nathan did a fake cough and folded his arms. “I… I have to go.” He moved past Simon, probably going to his next class. Simon just stood there, thinking about what happened. So, his bully is not transphobic, hugged him, and blushed?

He shrugged it off, walking in the opposite direction. The blush was probably from embarrassment, right?

Right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i just randomly wrote this a few months ago. And then I found it, and decided "why not?" Anyways, I don't like it, but I said the same thing about Caretaker and I got a few comments that they loved it, so I don't know if I should say it again. Anyways, bye darlings!

[eclipsejynx-writes]

Blue

This was just a random poem/short story I made during school- have fun(?)

Summary - The color blue represents many meanings, though, colors are but one way to see them.

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Blue is the color of tranquility and patience, bringing peace to the restless. All the whispers in the air go quiet, like the world fell asleep. Though, don't be tricked by its aura. Its voice can be a sweet song or ring in your ears like an agonizing scream.

It's the brightest of moonlight, a dim glow emitted from its core, bathing the Earth in a soft blue radiance. It shines from above, yet hides deep in the ground, coursing through everyone and weaving us in a beautiful, delicate web. Blue's the sound of magic whistling in the air, surrounding us. It's in our hair, it dances on our skin, and moves elegantly around us in wind kisses. It engulfs us in an endless daze.

Its soft color tastes like the midnight sky, a cold, crisp breeze. It can taste like a soft petal on a wisteria flowing in the harsh wind, going somewhere the birds sing freely, the rivers end, and life flows in a stream.

It smells like a sweet poison, intoxicating me in a soothing slumber for eternity. The process is slow, yet, it's anything but painful. Your tense muscles feel numb and slowly relax, easing the tension. Your eyelids flutter and slowly close, the poison removing any trace of horror.

When I feel its cold touch, I feel the deep shades of the stormy, dark, blue-gray sky, the crashing waves of the ocean, and the memories of basking under the Sun and its bright sky. I'm reminded of the beauty the world holds, continuously moving in a large cycle, constantly starting again.

Blue is the color of tranquility and patience, bringing peace to the restless.

[eclipsejynx-writes]

prompt #75

The sidekick can feel a horrible, high pitched ringing in their ears. Fire and flame lick at their skin, charred and dirty with thick smoke. They can barely manage a hoarse wheeze, before something hard presses down on their back.

“I was hoping to catch Hero,” the supervillain murmured under their breath, and the sidekick’s throat closed up under those intense eyes. “But I suppose you’ll do.”

[eclipsejynx-writes]

A Caretaker.

I don't like how this one turned out. Feel like the beginning and end don't really match. I might remake it with a completely different plot if I feel like it :(

Summary - After being defeated by Hero, Villain quickly fell unconscious. They found themselves in a random home, and slowly feel safe near the host.

TW - Swearing, injuries, neglection, going missing, assumed dead

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“I-.. I won.” Hero panted, barely standing up while they stared at Villain’s body on the floor. “I bested you. I won.” If Hero didn’t pay attention, it would look like Villain was dead. But Hero could see the faint movement of fingers and their ragged breathing. “The deal was if I won, you’d leave.”

“I fuckin’ heard you,” they said, their voice barely over a whisper. “I’m not dead yet, no need to scream.”

“I’m not screaming,” Hero pointed out, “And you’re practically dead. You can barely stand up.”

“Whatever,” Villain mumbled, trying to stand up. A pain shot through their back and they fell once again, their tears and blood mixing. The area around them was once a city full of light and life. Now it was just rubble and dust. “I’ll… leave when I can stand up–”

“No. Get up.” Hero limped over and grabbed them by their hair, yanking them up. Villain let out a blood-curdling scream as they screamed. Their pleas and begs went over deaf ears. “You said you’d leave. Now leave!” Hero screamed, their throat feeling sore. When Hero let go, Villain couldn’t do much but fall back to the ground. Loud noises were all around them, clouding their mind. Their vision started fading as it grew blurry, but indistinct chatter was barely heard. They made our frantic questions, probably a news reporter, sounds of a vehicle and moving parts, and the yells of victory and worry. Villain didn’t need to see to realize it was others from the Hero Agency.

Their blurry figures rushed towards Hero’s weak state, but no one came for Villain and their broken body.

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Gasping for air, Villain shot up, breathing heavily. They instantly regretted it, as their entire body felt like collapsing on the spot. They groaned with pain and fell back on the soft, comfortable surface.

Wait.

They shot back up again, disregarding the pain and observing their surroundings. The ash-gray walls and gloomy bed were unfamiliar. Their breathing grew more frantic as their eyes darted around, looking for something they could rely on. Questions flooded their brain. Where were they? Who took them here? Did Hero–

“Not the best idea to be moving, the bandages might come loose.”

Villain perked up and looked around, spotting a figure leaning on the doorframe. Villain tried to get up, but the figure rushed towards them. Out of reflex, Villain flinched and tried to back away and go to the opposite end of the bed. The person realized and calmed themselves.

“I… I know you don’t-... know me, exactly, but I don’t have any ill intentions, okay?” They spoke slowly, letting Villain digest all of it. “Uhm…” They seemed awkward. “Oh! I, uh, I bandaged you!” They spoke, suddenly energetic. “Your arms, your back, basically everything was wounded. Bad, actually. Wounded bad.” They seemed odd to Villain. The way they talked and spoke seemed nervous and broken. Villain found it cute.

Still, being awed at something was no reason to let your guard down.

“Uhm… wait, you bandaged me?” Villain spoke cautiously. “Did… did you do anything–”

“NONONONONO!” The stranger quickly spoke, a blush coating their cheeks. “I did nothing weird! I am so sorry it seemed like that!” They ranted, their arms moving around as they talked. Of course, it startled Villain, but they were getting used to it.

“So,” they started, “You can call me!-...” They trailed off, lost in thought. The silence was awkward as Villain anticipated their response. Frowning, the stranger just shrugged it off while trying to change the subject. “Well, that doesn’t really matter right now–”

“You kidnapped me.”

“Either that or you’d bleed out.”

“Doesn’t make a difference.” Villain’s eyes narrowed as they looked at the strange, nervous mess in front of them up and down. “Who are you?” The stranger’s face turned slightly red.

“Just-.. Call me Civilian?” They chuckled nervously. Villain sighed. It was obvious that wasn’t their real name, but that would have to do. They weren’t in a position to fight, anyway. “Well, you don’t look too hot.”

“I’m fine,” Villain shot, “I’ve had worse.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not bad.” Civilian started to reach out to touch Villain’s back, but Villain tensed up. Noticing, Civilian backed down. “I–I’m sorry, but I’ll need to–”

“I can bandage myself,” Villain snapped, seemingly distressed at the attempted contact.

Civilian seemed a bit disappointed but nodded. “Right, uhm… I’ll get some fresh bandages. A–Are you hungry? I can go get something, or-...” They gave a nervous smile, attempting conversation. When Villain didn’t reply, their face fell. They murmured sorry and strode out.

The moment the door clicked and closed, Villain let out a sigh. They felt crowded, weak, pathetic. They felt humiliated. What kind of idiot gets kidnapped by a person so easily?! They were lost in thought, negative thoughts swarming their head.

God, they felt useless.

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After Civilian gave the bandages, nothing too much happened. They barely made small talk, but Civilian acted more like a caretaker than a kidnapper. Which, of course, was good in Villain’s scenario. Civilian was sitting near Villain on the bed, reading a book and tending to any of Villain’s needs and requests. The silence was deafening, and Villain felt weird sitting on the bed while eating the chocolate chip cookie Civilian baked. They wanted to say something, like a thank you for helping, or an apology for being a bother.

…

UGH! Villains weren’t supposed to feel soft. Emotion is weakness. Emotion is vulnerability. It’s everything they were taught not to do, not to have.

So why did being near Civilian make them feel safe?

“Uh, Villain?”

Villain snapped out of their trance and turned to Civilian. “Yeah?”

“You’re just staring at a wall.”

Oh.

“Sorry,” Villain mumbled. “Just lost in thought.”

Civilian giggled at them, and Villain froze. It wasn’t a mocking laughter like most would do. It was more teasing than anything. “No need to apologize. I was just concerned.” Civilian let out another small laugh. “Do you need anything else? Maybe another cookie? Or, you’d want something more–”

“Can you turn on the TV?” Villain asked. They stared at Civilian.

“Well… this room doesn’t have a TV–”

“Can you watch TV and tell me about it? Or do you have a phone instead?” Villain was curious about what was going on outside. Sure, there were windows, but they didn’t see much other than birds and buildings. Civilian seemed reluctant to let Villain hear about what was going on, making Villain feel anxious. “What… What’s wrong? Is there something I shouldn’t–”

“I’ll go get my phone.” Civilian quickly shut the book and set it on the nightstand. They shot up and walked out again, leaving Villain in the dark.

When Civilian arrived again, they sat down and held their phone out to Villain. They took it cautiously and looked. A video was pulled up, and they pressed play. It was a woman holding a microphone in front of a camera. And next to her?

Hero.

“This just in! After the recent disappearance, and supposed death, of Villain, the [ Hero Agency ]’s been grateful a giant threat was removed from the premises of the city. They were kind enough to let Hero,  who defeated Villain, speak with us.” She spoke enthusiastically, holding the microphone towards Hero’s mouth.

“Hi!” Hero said, sounding nervous. “Uhm…” They trailed off, not knowing what to say. The interviewer chuckled and spoke again.

“Mind telling us about your experience with Villain?” She started. Despite being uncomfortable, Hero still responded.

“Well, they were a damn good Villain. Always got up, fought with ‘passion’ and ferociousness, and…” They thought for a moment. “They were really creative.”

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“They always had different ideas than the rest,” Hero started, feeling awkward while discussing the person they thought was dead. “And a different personality than most. Usually, villains would be either cold and stoic or flirty and teasing. Villain was cautious of others. They’d try to think outside the box, figuring out traps and plans. But the day when-... when we were fighting, I think I caught them off guard.” Villain might’ve hallucinated, but if they knew any better, it seemed like Hero felt sorry.

“Now, what an incredible story to share! Mind telling us how you defeated Villain? Any specific tactics you used?”

“Sorry, m’lady, but that’s classified. You can understand, right?”

If she was disappointed, she hid it well under her plastic smile. “It’s aye-okay! Anything else you’d like to say to your new fans?” Smiling, Hero looked at the camera and waved.

“Bye! See you all later!” The camera closed and the video ended, leaving Villain confused, angry, and annoyed.

“What… they all think I’m dead?”

“Missing at least.” Civilian tried to speak calmly. “I didn’t know whether to tell you or not. I thought you might’ve tried to leave, and with your injuries still healing… I didn’t know what to do.”

Villain didn’t know how to feel. They were angry and annoyed Hero tried to act sympathetic and seem upset about their death. Hero would pull by their hair, and leave scars, yet now they’re pretending to be disappointed for some love and attention? They were upset Civilian didn’t show them this earlier. It would’ve cleared up so many thoughts stuck in their head, questions they thought would’ve been unanswered.

“I know you must be confused. I’ll give you a minute if you want–”

“Stay.” Villain quickly clasped their hand around Civilian’s. “Don’t leave me.”

Civilian was shocked at the sudden contact but gave a gentle smile. They held Villain’s hand as they sat in the chair again, a peaceful silence embracing them.

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You guys have no idea how much I hate this rn. Again, might recreate it with a different plot. I was originally gonna make Civilian a supervillain in disguise, but it didn't feel right after writing it. I hate this :(

[eclipsejynx-writes]

Familiar.

Before you read, I just wanna say this prompt is from @alise2109! You can see the prompt here! They make great prompts :D

Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why.

TW: Flirting, manipulation(?), drinking (wine), swearing, searching through another's stuff, looking through diary

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In the [ Villain HQ ], Villain lay on the couch, feeling as devastated as a hopeless romantic.

“I don’t get it!” They complained, feeling annoyed. They just came back from fighting Hero, and they felt fucking horrible. Their body ached, but not as much as their heart. Every time they fought, every snarky remark Hero made, something was so oddly—

Sighing, Villain lazily opened one eye to see their sidekick’s awkward face. “What do you want, Sidekick?”

“Supervillain requested a meeting again.” They spoke quickly and efficiently, though their eyes darted around the room. Villain sighed again.

“Again? For what?”

“They didn’t say.”

Clearing their throat, Villain strained up and ruffled their hair, trying to compose themself. “When’s the meeting?”

“Well, Supervillain said as soon as possible.” Sidekick sounded unsure but attempted to be slightly helpful. However, their uncertainty only aggravated Villain more.

“Go on then,” Villain said, speaking like they would to a dog. “Be a doll and tell them I’m coming.” Sidekick vigorously nodded and scurried away, going towards Supervillain’s office.

“Fucking hell,” Villain spoke tiredly. They looked down at their outfit — A baggy, worn-out shirt with loose shorts. They sighed again. “Fucking hell.”

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Villain knocked on the door, hearing a muffled “come in” on the other end. They opened the door, looking at the shadowy figure hidden by a shadow.

“You requested me, Supervillain?”

“In fact, I did.” Supervillain stood up from their desk and walked to a cabinet, grabbing something out of it. Out of it, Supervillain grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Care for a drink?” Villain was shocked at the gesture but nodded. Supervillain went back to the desk and poured them both a glass. Villain and Supervillain both took one glass, drinking together. Supervillain and Villain sat in front of each other, the only distance between them a desk. “I’m sure you’re curious why I’ve requested your presence, right?”

“I mean, you’ve never called me without a reason.”

“Well, is it wrong to see a good old friend?”

“You clearly want something.”

“Clever (wo)man.” Supervillain chuckled, taking a sip of the rich red wine. “I’ll admit, I didn’t call you here for nothing. There’s a mission I’ve requested for you, and you’re the only one I can trust who has brain cells here.” Villain gave their own laugh but didn’t dare sip the wine. They knew better.

“But, before we go to that, tell me something.” Supervillain started, their once calm expression turning slightly tense. “What’s got you so worked up, huh?”

Villain froze at the sudden confrontation. “How’d you know?”

“Practically everyone can hear your groans of frustration. Unless, of course, it’s just your ‘private business,’” Supervillain spoke suggestively, smirking. Villain blushed.

“No no no! It’s not that! Get your head outta the gutter, will you?”

“I wasn’t suggesting anything,” they denied. “I’m simply asking what’s got you so worked up tonight.”

“Well… It’s stupid, really.”

“Nothing’s stupid, darling.” Villain winced at the nickname. Supervillain shrugged it off. “Besides, any conflict here could result in poor reports, right? I’m just worried about your reports.”

Villain was hesitant to answer. Supervillain stared them up and down. “Of course, if you don’t feel like answering because you don’t trust me, I won’t mind.” They took another swig from the wine glass, seemingly disappointed. Sighing, Villain set down the full glass of wine on the table.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just don’t know who to trust anymore,” Villain explained, Supervillain showing interest.

“Oh, really?”

“Duh. That's what I just said.”

“How humorous.”

“I’m serious, Supervillain,” Villain threatened, though they both knew Supervillain had the upper hand at all times. “Since the last mission, I’ve just…” they sighed, their cheeks turning pink. “... Hero’s been on my mind–” Supervillain’s eyes widened.

“Hero? As in your ‘oh so mighty goody-two-shoes’ Hero?”

Villain sighed and nodded. “They just… I dunno. Every time I look into their eyes, they look so familiar. Like someone I’ve known–”

“Well, that’s saying something. Not everyone’s as hot as Hero,” Supervillain interrupted casually, sipping their wine again. Villain groaned in frustration, their cheeks feeling warm.

“It’s not just that!”

“You’re not saying they’re not–”

“That’s beside the point!” Villain screamed, their face the same color as the wine. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“Well, we’ve got wine for a reason.”

“How helpful,” Villain mocked, but reluctantly picked up their wine glass and drank anyway, the drink cooling the back of their throat. They sighed with satisfaction and swirled it around in their glass while leaning back on their chair. Supervillain smirked at their reaction, taking in every bit of it. Villain looked at Supervillain observing them and scoffed, continuing their meaningless rant. “The way they speak sarcastically, hurling insults towards me, even how they fight seems oddly… fuck, I don’t even know.” Villain continued sipping their wine, feeling tense. “Every time I see their face, I just wanna–”

“Kiss it?”

“OH FUCK OFF, SUPERVILLAIN!”

Supervillain cackled at Villain’s flustered and angry reaction. Sighing, Supervillain grabbed the wine bottle and gently poured over their glass. “Would you like more wine, darling?” They offered, acting like nothing happened. Villain grumbled at the nickname but handed their glass, patiently waiting for Supervillain to refill it.

Supervillain handed them their newly-filled glass. “So, are you planning on doing something about this… discovery?”

“What discovery?”

“That you might’ve known Hero? At least find out the connection?”

Villain scoffed. “Fuck no. It’s just a waste of time.” Villain let out a chuckle, but it felt a bit empty. “I mean, I may be feeling deja vu with the person I hate the most, but I still have a job. I’m not stupid.”

“Fair enough.” Supervillain shrugged. “Wouldn’t want my dear to get hurt from the past, now would I?”

“Since when did you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Well, shit.” Villain and Supervillain giggled a bit as they drank their wine. “By the way, what’s the mission you referred to earlier? My mind’s a bit foggy from the wine.”

“Already?” Supervillain teased. “Thought you had a better tolerance.”

“Thought you removed that foot up your ass.”

“Aww~ Is the little puppet sad?”

“Fuck off, dumbass. Now, can I hear the mission or not?” Villain’s patience was growing thin, and they growled when Supervillain laughed.

“Your mission is simple, yet complicated. Sneak into the [Heroes HQ] for valuable information.”

“Wait, what–”

”I hope your little deja vu doesn’t get in the way. But it won’t. You’ll ensure that no distractions are caused. Right, Villain?” Supervillain purred, sipping their wine with a smug grin.

“Oh, you shit-eating–”

“Now now, dear,” Supervillain said calmly. “Wouldn’t want a fuss before your mission. After all, it would be a shame to replace you.” Supervillain put one hand on Villain’s neck as they caressed it. “And embarrassing for your image, and you know an image is everything.”

Villain blushed slightly at Supervillain’s cold touch. Their arms felt shaky from the sudden contact as they slowly sipped their wine.

“An image gives you power and control over others that see who you are.”

Villain carefully set the now empty glass on the table and shivered.

“So, you’ll do it, right? I mean, It’s not like you got a say in it anyway.” Supervillain’s hand reached up to Villain’s jaw, tracing the edges. “And you’d hate to disappoint me, right?” Villain gave a slow, nervous nod.

“Y–Yeah…”

“Good to know.” Supervillain let go and smirked, drinking their wine. They licked their teeth. “You’re mission’s in a week. You’ll have plenty of time to prepare.”

Villain’s body was slightly shaking from embarrassment, their body slowly turning pink.

“Want more wine?’

“I’ll pass.”

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After an agonizing week, the Villain suited up, covered it with a baggy hoodie and sweats, and walked through the buzzing city. Many were too distracted or busy to acknowledge them, so at least there were a few pluses. However, the loud screeching of tires and shrieking of passersby made it almost unbearable.

But they had a mission to complete.

A buzzing in their pocket vibrated against their skin. Sighing, Villain pulled their phone out of their pants and looked at the screen.

[ CALL FROM UNKNOWN ]

Pressing answer, they put the phone against their face while walking.

“Are you there yet?” An aggravating noise spoke against Villain’s ear.

“Not yet.”

“Can you hurry up? It’s almost nightfall.”

“Geez, were you always this pushy?” Villain groaned.

“Not my fault you suck at being not slow,” Supervillain mocked, clearly annoyed Villain wasn’t as fast as anticipated.

“It’s called sucking at being fast, idiot.”

“Whatever. Hurry up. The heroes are gonna be there soon, and we don’t wanna risk–”

“Yeah yeah. Do you need anything else?”

“Other than you not being a dick?” Supervillain questioned. “No, no I don’t. Ciao, darlin.” Villain quickly pressed end call and shoved the phone into their pocket. Grumbling, they found an alleyway and hid there for a while, staying out of sight. The shadows from the walls concealed their face, only their [ eye color ] eyes piercing through the darkness. They remained completely still until they found their target.

Hero.

They were strolling past their alleyway, oblivious to their stalker. They weren’t busy or anything, just walking around while giving a casual autograph here and there. “Perfect,” they thought and followed from the depths of the shadows. Of course, it was easy. Almost everyone was following Hero. Reporters, huge fans, even some fangirls and fanboys begging for a photo. Some were even trying to latch onto their arms, begging for attention.

Ew.

Rolling their eyes, Villain followed inside the crowd and eventually reached the giant building known as [ Hero HQ ]. As people tried to follow Hero through the gates, multiple bodyguards guarding the doors pushed everyone away. Still, it never stopped people and reporters screaming questions and requests through the barred gate, or flashing a camera through the tight bars for a blog article. Before leaving inside, Hero politely waved to everyone, but once their eyes laid on Villain’s civilian persona, they faltered, their unwavering grin falling for a split second. They froze, the paparazzi taking this opportunity to flash cameras in their face. Villain noticed this, wondering what was wrong. Though, when they stared into Hero’s eyes, they felt a sense of recognition.

Almost like they’ve been here before.

After snapping out of their trance, Hero abruptly turned around and hurried inside, slamming the doors. An audible groan rang throughout the crowd, slowly departing from the front of [ Hero’s HQ ]. Villain felt their body frozen, replaying it all in their head. It was like looking in a mirror. Hero looked just like how the Villain pictured themself feeling deja vu. It had to mean something.

Villain pulled out their phone and redialed. They too left the front gate and walked along the building’s edges. The buzzing turned to a bit of static and a familiar, soothing voice came.

“Back so soon?”

“Hey. Quick question,” Villain started. “What’s the earliest I can strike?”

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As the clock struck twelve, Villain hopped from roof to roof. The mission was similar to previous ones, but it always gave a sense of thrill and fear.

They perched on a single, towering roof, looking down at the [ Hero HQ ]. It was a building that resembled most government official buildings; A pearly white exterior with a most likely soft golden interior. Villain didn’t care much. All they had to do was get inside and steal any information they could keep. Of course, Supervillain did an honor by not giving any details about what data they wanted. It wasn’t out of character for Supervillain to be secretive and vague. Still, they’d rather not face another punishment from them. Last time was a bit complicated.

Observing the building’s layout from above, life was gracious enough to give Villain an opening; the guards from earlier were all dealing with the paparazzi again. Most of the corners were open. Bingo.

They stealthily jumped down, their footsteps blocked out by camera clicks and screaming to get inside. A big party was being hosted inside for all the heroes. It was to celebrate the defeat of [ Other Supervillain ]. Villain didn’t care much about [ Other Supervillain ] but was glad the asshole was gone. They were a manipulative narcissist who couldn’t give two shits about his employees. Still, the heroes weren’t any better, hiding any murder as a safety protocol and shit. Still, they didn’t have time to rant.

When they got close enough, they jumped the fence. If the heroes were smart, wouldn’t they make better security? Villain chuckled to themselves as they carefully looked at the walls. A couple of windows, a few with lights on. That was a no-go. They walked along the perimeter and found a window. It was pitch black, probably a room. Even if it’s on the third floor, scaling them would be the easiest part. After a few minutes of climbing, Villain reached the window. It had a weak lock on it. After picking at it, it snapped open and Villain climbed inside.

The room was spacious at least. It was dark though, and Villain would prefer to keep it that way. Bright lights attract bugs and hero-like pests. Pulling their goggles over their eyes, Villain’s sight adjusted to their dim surroundings. The goggles were night-vision, equipped by Supervillain themself. How generous after sending them on a risky death mission, huh?

Looking around, it was just a dorm room. It was similar to those you’d find in a college. They took in the details surrounding them. It had a single bed and a messy desk swarmed with papers, and the walls were decorated with posters. “So much for a hero. Can’t even save their room from messiness,” Villain thought. They approached the pinned documents and looked at them. They were scribbled layouts of buildings and warehouses, each written in chicken scratch. They sighed. They didn’t even have neat handwriting. How stupid. Still, it was a bit readable. “Huh… Warehouse Operation Zero?” Villain wondered aloud, reading the title. “explosives in the back… safety protocol five, organization three… the fuck?” Villain murmured. Something was going on, but Villain knew better than to assume. The paper was a planning sheet. It said “undergoing development.”

“Might be useful.” Villain shrugged, pulling out a scanning device. They set the paper on the table and took photos and copies, sending them to Supervillain. Villain looked around more, searching through cabinets and drawers. More papers were going about Operation Zero, so Villain did the honor of sending more scans. Villain gave a devilish smirk. This room was the jackpot. This hero must’ve been a stupid newbie.

Villain decided to snoop in some more. After all, all the documents were already sent, and the party was loud enough to send vibrations through their body. There was no way the heroes could hear Villain.

They looked in some small containers on the desk. “Huh… trading cards?” Villain questioned, taking out the cards from the box. They were the heroes' official trading cards. Of course, they were popular among children and teens, but a hero having their own trading cards? How laughable. Villains never had trading cards. They weren’t exactly popular with the public. No, what really shocked them was the fan-made trading cards of villains from their HQ. Villain stayed silent, looking at them with surprise. A hero making trading cards of villains? It was weird. Finding new curiosity, they shuffled through them. Henchman, Other Villain, even fucking Supervillain! Instead of mocking them, Villain actually felt giddy. They were so detailed. Trading cards of heroes were usually a bit more animated than realistic, looking like semi-real cartoon characters. This hero got the style just right! The shading was amazing, how they captured their expressions. Henchman looked cold as always, Other Villain looked crazy, looking like they were plotting out a scheme, Supervillain seemed slightly flirty and mischievous, and-… was that Villain’s card?

In awe, Villain set the other cards down and looked at their own card, their name printed in bold. It was shiny, glistening in the moonlight. Despite wearing night-vision goggles and almost everything looking a shade of blue, they could tell it was them. They looked malicious, yet intelligent. Almost like you were falling into their trap. After staring for a while, Villain noticed something in the top-right corner of the card. Squinting, they realized it was a watermark.

Hero.

They froze. Hero made these?! Villain couldn’t tell if they should be annoyed or flattered. How the hell did Hero, probably their worst enemy, make freaking trading cards?! More importantly, why? They frowned. Hero was the reason they were feeling feelings. Their speaking patterns, the way they moved and fought, everything was familiar. The fact Hero seemed to falter when they saw Villain’s civilian persona makes it worse. They knew something, too.

And they hated it.

They growled and tossed the trading cards on the floor. They started to slam open the drawers and containers, looking for something, anything. They felt irritated. This was exactly what Supervillain warned them about, but they didn’t even care anymore. Tears started to fill their eyes. They felt confused, hatred, and… a feeling of weakness. They were so stupid. They let emotions get in the way, and emotions make you fragile. That’s what they were always taught, and that’s how it was supposed to go.

So why did Hero make them feel so vulnerable?

So much for a stealth mission. The room looked completely trashed. The once neat bed had its blanket on the floor. The messy desk has most of its stuff fallen on the floor from Villain’s rage. Sobbing, Villain quivered as they looked around for something familiar to them. Something to give comfort and warmth.

Wait, no.

No no no no no.

They shouldn’t want comfort.

They shouldn’t need it.

Wiping their tears, Villain looked around, hugging themself. Something shiny on the nightstand caught their attention. A beautiful leather book. They carefully stalked closer, gently grasping it. The unclasped the lock and opened it, reading the messy handwriting. Villain couldn’t help but let out a choked-laugh. They skimmed through, reading the shaky writing. It seemed like Hero kept it since they started the hero agency, or even before that. The dates went years ago. Suddenly, they spotted an entry from today.

X/XX/XXXX

Today, I thought I saw [ Villain Civillain Name ]. It was weird, really. They looked so familiar, but different. But I know what I saw. They’re dead missing(?). I’m just hallucinating, or being weird again. What was really ironic is they looked back with a similar look. Well, not really, but they seemed confused. They seemed nice, though. It was like I was looking back on the past, or something like that. They had a few scars, like a small one on their cheek. They had beautiful eyes. Reminded me of the Moon, honestly. Their outfit looked cute. Something [ Villain Civillian Name ] would probably like. Their hair was messy, but in a good way. Looked like they cut it themself. I wished I had that type of hair. They looked pretty in general. Maybe I can see them later. I mean, if they were following in the crowd, then they might be a fan, right? I’ll probably try to see them in my civillain persona, just to make sure they’re nice in general. I feel guilty, honestly. It sounds like I’m trying to replace [ Villain Civillain Name ], but life just feels empty without them. If I had someone like them, maybe it’ll feel less empty? I still feel like I’m being selfish, but it hurts.

I miss you, friend.

At the end, there was a picture. It was of two kids under a tree, posing for a photo. They seemed barely teenagers.

Villain and Hero.

They dropped the book, taking frantic steps back. Their mind was swirling with emotions, clouded with confusion and recognition. They felt annoyed, confused, disappointed, humiliated, they didn’t know anymore. Their breathing was heavy and uneven, their eyes darting around the room. They had to get out of here. They snatched the book and darted towards the window, jumping out. They landed on their face, but got up and ran out of there, ignoring the yells of the guards. They jumped over the fence and sprinted away, going along the road. They felt numb, but kept moving regardless. It was dark, the eerie street lights illuminating the alleyways and buildings. It was quiet, but Villain’s mind felt so loud. After they felt like they were far enough, they went inside an alleyway and curled into a ball. They started to sob, feeling a rush of emotions. Hero was their friend. They used to be friends, and Villain tried to kill them. Hero tried to kill them back. They didn’t know what to do. The notebook was still in their clutches to they hugged it tight in an embrace. For some reason, it made them feel safe.

A buzzing from their pocket brought them out of their trance. They shakily brought their phone out and looked. Supervillain was calling. The answered and put it against their ear.

“Villain! Where the fuck are you?! You were supposed to get out of there half an hour ago!” The familiar shout of Supervillain made them sob again, and Supervillain spoke in a more concerned and soft voice. “Villain..? Is… Is that you?”

“Y–yeah,” Villain replied, their voice cracking. The sniffed, their noise runny. “I-... Y-you go the plans, right?”

“Yeah… Villain, what–”

“I’ll be at the base in a few,” Villain said. Before Supervillain could protest, they ended the call. Sighing, they got up and shoved the phone in their pocket. They started to walk towards [ Villain HQ ], still holding the notebook near their chest.

This was the safest they felt since.

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Honestly, I dunno how I feel about this :\ It feels off to me- I don't really like it, but I spent a while making this to prevent writer's block, so this is what you get-

[eclipsejynx-writes]

Refuge Flashback.

Part One.

! THIS IS NOT CONSIDERED PART TWO! THIS IS A FLASHBACK FOR CONTEXT! PART TWO IS UNDER DEVELOPMENT !

In Refuge, a bit of the past was referenced a bit, so consider this a flashback or prequel. And God, it's quite long.

TW - Swearing, wounds, bruises and bleeding, abuse

Summary - Supervillain was angry at Villain for failing a mission, and decided they needed to be taught the difficult way. When Hero overheard about this and got worried, they decided to save Villain, no matter the cost.

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A Few Months Ago. . .

“You failed to capture that inferior idiot?!” Supervillain screamed, making Villain flinch. They were both in Supervillain’s office, and recently, Villain went on a mission. Their main goal was to retrieve Hero, but they failed.

“They were too fast, okay? I’m sorry, Supervillain–”

“Sorry for what, exactly?! Being a disappointment?!” The room was full of tension. Supervillain could feel the fear radiating off of Villain. “I asked you to do one job and one job only. What was it?” They asked. Villain remained silent, looking at the floor, feeling pathetic. “Say it, Villain!” They screamed, rising from their desk.

“To capture Hero.”

“Exactly,” replied Supervillain. They walked around their desk as they circled Villain. “Your only task was to capture Hero. May I remind you that they’re the least of our concerns? We have Captain, Superhero, many others that’re stronger, faster…” They trailed off, now standing directly in front of Villain. Supervillain forcefully grabbed Villain’s hair and yanked it back, Villain groaning in pain. They looked into Supervillain’s cold eyes. “Yet you failed to capture Hero. Probably, if not, the weakest enemy we have right now.”

“They’re not weak! They just caught me off guard!” Villain shouted, their voice sounding broken with their lack of oxygen.

Supervillain looked them up and down before scoffing and shoving them away, Villain gasping for air. “You’re pathetic,” they spoke cruelly. “Barely able to handle a tier 3 Hero. You know how low that is for you? Even the cadets could execute better movements than… that.” They motioned towards all of Villain. “The entire thing’s on TV, y’know? Wanna bet how many people feel sympathy for us?”

“I–”

“NO ONE!” Supervillain screamed. Villain jumped back, wide-eyed. “Everyone’s mocking us. Mocking me. They’re degrading all of my work because of your slip-up! Not just here, everyone working with and under me! It’s bad for my image, bad for everything I’ve worked my ass off for!” Villain could feel themselves flinch everytime Supervillain yelled, but that just made them madder. “You’re… flinching? At what?! Me?! Because I’m mad that you made a mistake?”

Supervillain slowly approached closer. Villain backed up.

“Because you gave me a bad image to the world?”

A few more steps.

“Because you’re a failure?”

Supervillain was right in front of Villain, their structure towering over them. “Or are you simply scared of me?” Supervillain’s breathing was ragged and heavy, while Villain was barely breathing at all, like a single wrong move could kill them. Supervillain let out an empty laugh, slowly turning into a cackle. “You’re that pathetic, aren’t you?!”

Villain was too scared to respond.

“Y’know…” Supervillain grabbed Villain’s shoulder, their grip an uncomfortable hold. Villain squirmed. “You’re so weak, it’s embarrassing. Yet, I’m the one who has to deal with it. Isn’t that unfair?”

“I’m sorry, Supervillain.”

“Oh, you will be.”

Before Villain could reply, a strong impact landed on their stomach. They shut their eyes, but a large hand grasped their throat. They coughed, begging for it to end. Slowly, but surely, their eyes went black.

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“Supervillain! Please, stop it–”

“I’m sorry, Villain,” Supervillain replied, kicking Villain’s side. “But this is how you learn from your mistakes.”

Villain was laying on the floor, struggling to get up with their shaking arms. Their body was covered in bruises. While unconscious, the Supervillain dragged them to an empty room. It was unnamed, but famous for people never coming out.

I’m sure you can guess why.

“Get up,” Supervillain ordered, bringing Villain up by their shoulders. “And fight.” Villain tried punching their face with their broken hand, but Supervillain easily blocked and punched their neck, making Villain double over. Supervillain scoffed. “How pathetic are you that you can barely compete against me? A shame to the people who taught you.” Once Villain regained their oxygen, they pounced for Supervillain. Yet, it could only do so much. Supervillain easily moved out the way and elbowed their back, making Villain scream from pain. The previous injuries from Hero were still fresh, despite it being a few hours ago.

“It’s like something’s holding you back.” Supervillain sad matter-of-factly.

“You don’t know anything about me!” Villain screamed, turning around and slapping Supervillain in the face. Though, it hurt Villain more due to the broken arm. Supervillain’s face was red from anger as they punched Villain relentlessly. Villain’s already damaged body grew even more broken. They collapsed on the floor, panting. They spit out blood and shakily stood up, but Supervillain pushed them down with minimum effort.

“I know more than you think, darling.” Villain scoffed at the nickname. Supervillain grabbed their hair again and jerked them up again. They shoved their back against the wall, leaving Villain pinned.  “You’re so frail, so broken, yet you hide it through misbehavior.”

“Gee, wonder who taught me that.”

“I’d rather die than take blame for disobedience,” Supervillain spat out. In a swift motion, Supervillain kneed Villain in the stomach, making them spit out more blood on Supervillain’s clothing. “And I’m disappointed in your lack of awareness. It’s the reason you lost.”

Supervillain dropped Villain’s limp body on the floor, yet stayed in front of them. Villain spared enough strength and energy to curl into a ball, hiding their vulnerable body.

“Though, I think there’s something more to it… Don’t you think?”

“Please, just… just stop–” Villain choked out.

“I could never help but feel like you have more reason to be scared of Hero than me,” questioned Supervillain. “After all, I hold more authority in this situation. And I know there’s something going on between you two. You’ve handled more than Hero gave you. I’m a prime example, aren’t I?”

“How comforting.”

“It’s true.”

“Please, just listen to me, Supervillain,” pleaded Villain. “I don’t know what you’re trying to hint at, but whatever it is, you’re wrong.”

“Oh darling,” Supervillain spoke quietly. They knelt down and lifted up Villain’s chin, gently wiping away the Villain’s dried tears. They spoke in a whisper in Villain’s ear. “I’m never wrong.”

Supervillain stood up and walked past Villain’s broken body. “Make sure to clean up all the blood when you’re done crying.” Villain didn’t look as they slammed the door shut.

Finally, the Villain broke. They started sobbing as they uncurled their body and leaned on the wall. They cried, not caring if anyone outside the room heard it. They felt dead.

And if they continued to fuck up, they would be.

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“Hero,” Captain said, their voice as stern as ever.

Hero was sitting in front of multiple screens that surveyed the entire city. At least, the more important landmarks where villains often attacked. “Yes, Captain?”

“You’ve been sitting here for god knows how long. Any reports?”

“None yet, Captain. Almost like they’re planning something.”

“Then get your ass to work,” they scolded. “We can’t risk anything happening right now. One wrong move and we’re dead.”

“Yes, Captain,” Hero mumbled, switching the cameras to different areas, looking for any hint at the villains’ wearabouts. Captain just stood behind their chair and watched Hero work non stop. Hero muttered curses when nothing was wrong. Almost like…

Like they didn’t exist.

“Something’s wrong,” Hero said. “They don’t stay this inactive.”

“No shit sherlock.” Captain rushed out the room, shouting commands at the other heroes nearby. Hero took one last glance towards the cameras and raced after Captain. They both walked along the hallways, the other heroes getting ready for a large scout of the surrounding areas. “Hero, you’ll be going to the power plant.” Captain ordered. “We suspect something big is happening, and it’s the most logical area they could be. Technology there’s already improved, and there’s no doubt they’ve heard. A great place for information.”

“Right.”

“Don’t fail us. Report back at midnight. Keep your comms up.”

“Yes, sir.” Hero darted away and split apart from the group. After getting ready, they grabbed their automobile and raced to the power plant.

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Hero spent hours searching through the power plant’s buildings. Nothing but the occasional mouse. Of course, there were barely any scientists or workers at this time. Most headed home to their family and friends.

Not Hero, they had a job to do. 

They carefully set down multiple spy cameras to give the HQ a view of the inside.

“Thanks, Hero.” Captain spoke through the headpiece.

“Thank me later.” Hero spent the rest of the day camping in an office, hiding in the shadows. They officially used their last camera, placing them in specific areas to cover the most area. It was pin-drop silent.

A bit too silent.

Suddenly, the silence was disrupted by pounding footsteps. Hero swiftly shut off all communication, not ready to threaten their hiding place by Captain’s orders.

Hero’s breathing was still. Their body felt tense when the two figures came into sight. They were looking around for something, but didn’t carry flashlights. “Good for me,” thought Hero, and started to leave, their footsteps muted. Just when they were about to leave the building, their conversation caught their attention.

“Did you hear the shit that happened to Villain?” A voice whispered, but it was easily echoed off the building’s walls.

Hero froze, their breath hitching in the back of their throat. They lunged for their hiding spot again, crouching as they eavesdropped.

“Heard they got their ass beat by Supervillain, but nothing much.”

“Oh, shit. You should’ve seen it. It was fucking deranged.”

“Quiet!” One hissed. “Just focus on the mission.”

Hero couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Could this be why there wasn’t much activity as usual? Villain was Supervillain’s main pawn and prize. They executed their movements perfectly and flawlessly.

At least, until they fought Hero. Hero was victorious while Villain scurried away like a mouse. Captain and the others were celebrating, but Hero couldn’t help but feel guilty.

The duo of spies were still looking around, their backs away from Hero. Hero crept up on one of them and hit their head with their fists. Before the other could react, Hero already kicked their face. They both lacked armor and were easily knocked out.

Hero turned on their communication.

“Hero?” Captain spoke curiously.

“Sorry. I found two enemies. I’ll send their location.”

“Good work.”

Hero sent the coordinates.

“We’ll send someone in a few hours once they get back from patrol. You come back here, we have another job.”

“Actually,” Hero spoke, nervous to ask. “I was wondering if… if I could go on a different, more personal, mission?”

“What?” Captain said.

“I just…” Hero sighed, not knowing how to explain their thought. “I think there’s something going on with Villain–”

“Villain? You mean the asshole you beat a few days ago?” Captain almost let out a laugh. “What’s up with them?”

“I think they might be in danger.”

“Danger?” Captain spoke, almost mockingly. “Villain? The guy who’s been responsible for more war crimes than most, in danger?”

“I know, I know! I get it’s a bit… it’s a bit silly, but I overheard their conversation, the two spies, and I have a feeling something’s wrong.”

“Well, you can worry about it later,” Captain reassured, though it did everything but that. “Right now, we need to get the two spies at the base. I’ll send [Other Hero]. Make sure they don’t wake up.” Hero was about to complain, but Captain already left. A groan of annoyance left their throat as they stared down at the two unconscious bodies.

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“Hero?” [Other Hero] called out. “You there?”

Nothing.

The sound of water dripping somewhere made the aura uneasy. [Other Hero] quietly stalked along the walls to the coordinates, only to be startled by the sound of… bickering?

“You dumbass! How in the FUCK did you get knocked out so easily?”

“Says you! You were also–” “Oh, fuck off!”

Cautiously, [Other Hero] ran into the room and saw two enemy spies with their backs against each other, tied together with wire and rope. They both froze when they saw [Other Hero].

“Shit.”

“Shit.”

[Other Hero] pulled out their comms and quietly spoke to Captain. “Uh, Captain?… Hero’s… Hero’s not here.”

Captain’s sigh was audible, even to the two spies.

“Shit.”

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Hero’s vehicle revved as they sped through the forest. What was creepy about the Enemies HQ wasn’t how it was hidden, it was the fact it wasn’t. Like an impenetrable fortress mocking everyone how it couldn’t be knocked over. The feeling scared Hero.

Any tracker or piece of communication to HQ was abandoned at the power plant, ensuring no one could follow them. This was their fault, and they were gonna fix it theirself.

When they were a distance away from the towering mansion, they hid their vehicle in the bushes and slowly approached. Of course it was guarded, so they took the stealthy approach. Hero’s HQ had a birds eye view of the Enemies HQ. It was helpful for figuring out how to break in, but the plan was disbanded. Still, Hero had the map memorized after staring at it for hours.

They snuck to the side and climbed over the fence. The Enemies HQ was ginormous. It was like a mansion and castle fused into one.

Sighing, the Hero jumped down and rushed to one wall, looking for a way to climb. They pulled on their gloves and grabbed one piece of the wall, testing if it could hold their weight. They continued the process until they found a close enough window. They took a peek inside. Their heart stopped and they almost fell from the sight.

Supervillain.

Only so much could be seen through the tinted glass, but they could barely make out Supervillain facing a group of people, probably cadets, seemingly giving a speech. Hero moved swiftly to the side out of their view. No way can they use that window. They continued their search for another one.

Another, slightly smaller window was in Hero’s grasp. Learning from previous mistakes, they checked it out. It seemed empty, only a punching bag and bed was seen through the tinted glass. They lifted up the window and crawled inside, landing on the floor with a thump. Brushing theirself off, they looked around the room for any potential threats.

After destroying most of the cameras, Hero cracked the door slightly open and looked around the hallway. Too many people were around, and they quietly shut the door and locked it. They sighed and looked around the room for anything to disguise theirself. The closet was full of clothes, easily distinguished as enemy attire. They slipped off their hero uniform and tried the outfit. It was snug, but good enough. After shoving the hero's clothing under the bed, they rushed out the room, ignoring all the conversation and people around them. They silently prayed no one would recognize their hair or face, but they didn’t have time to worry.

When they were far enough away from the crowd, they immediately started sprinting through the halls. “Villain?” They called out. “Villain!” Their breathing was frantic, panic starting to take over their body. They recalled what the other two mentioned about Villain.

“Heard they got their ass beat by Supervillain, but nothing much.”

“Oh, shit. You should’ve seen it. It was fucking deranged.”

Adrenaline was pumping through their blood, worry seizing every part of their body and mind. “Villain, god dammit! Where the fuck are you?!” They continued to scurry throughout the corridors of this damned place looking for Villain. The image of Villain’s wounded body kept appearing in their head, and they felt even worse. Villain was a person too, they were just too blind to see it.

“Fucking hell– Villain!” Hero screamed out. They started to hyperventilate. There were too many doors, too little time. They checked most in this hallway, maybe there were others. It was just an endless cycle. Open and slamming doors, running, catching their breath, opening and slamming doors…

God, were they ever going to find Villain?

After countless attempts to try, they leaned against the wall, catching their breath. Their legs felt limp from running through the hallways. They felt tears prick in the corners of their eyes, feeling worried about Villain.

“H-Hero?” A quiet mutter spoke, its voice a raspy breath.

Hero’s eyes widened as they quickly stood up. “Villain? Villain!”

“Hero…” Villain trailed off. Their voice was muffled, like they were in a room.

“W-where are you?!” Hero spoke frantically. “Tell me, now!”

No response.

The only indicator Villain was nearby was their ragged breathing, barely holding on. Hero tried opening one door, but it was locked. They pulled at the knob, but it wouldn’t open. “H-Hero…”

Bingo.

Hero slammed into the door, hearing the hinges slowly crack and break. When the door fell down, Hero rushed inside and looked around. A movement in the corner caught his eye.

“Villain!” Hero ran towards Villain and fell down to their level, embracing them in a hug. They let go and observed Villain’s broken body. “Fucking…” They were speechless. Villain looked like hell. There were giant bruises and gashes on their wounded skin, blood pouring out of their mouth, and they looked like they could barely stand.

“Hero… Why are you... You’re-.. I.. I didn’t think you’d–”

“I know, Villain. I know.” Hero carrassed Villain’s injured face, blood staining their hands. “But I’m gonna get you outta here, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Hero gently lifted up Villain bridal-style. “Please…” Villain croaked. “Don’t get caught.” Hero nodded and walked out the room, looking both ways. Carefully and quietly, Hero walked along the hallway, trying their best to hide in the shadows. They still had to wrap the situation around their head. They were currently risking their life by saving Villain.

And they were holding Villain bridal-style.

The thought made their face turn a bit red, but they continued the stroll. “Do you know where the exit is?” Hero asked, but when they saw Villain’s eyes slowly closing, they shut up. Villain needed their rest.

Through the winding and twisting corridors, Hero found theirself hopelessly lost. “Shit,” they internally screamed. Where the hell was the exit? Before they could think of a plan, a thousand footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. Without a warning, a swarm of people ran in their direction. Hero clutched Villain tightly in their embrace, bracing for an impact. The sound of their running rang in their ears and all around them. Yet, when they opened their eyes, everyone moved around them.

“The heroes are here!”

“Formation twelve, just like we practiced!”

“What’s with the sudden attack?!”

Hero gasped and followed them, Villain trying their best not to move so much. Everyone was at the front entrance. And guess who?

The fucking heroes.

Their giant vehicle was landed in the forest, casting a giant shadow over the enemy base.

“Where the fuck is our teammate?!” One of Hero’s comrade, [Other Hero], yelled. They held a gun and an expression of fury. Hero could practically cry at their sight. In the midst of battle, Hero ran forward, aiming for the craft. Captain was there to greet them, but not a pretty sight.

“I told you not to engage, Hero! You disobeyed orders,” they complained, scolding Hero.

“Well fuck your orders!”

“What.”

“You heard me! I’m not going to- to just let Villain be hurt like this! If you hate it, you can suck my–!”

Groans came from Hero’s chest, both forgetting about Villain cradled near Hero.

“The fuck you both screaming for?” Villain’s voice was strained and quiet, but it showed no less than annoyance.

“S-sorry, Villain.” Hero apologized, walking around and setting Villain down on a seat. Captain sighed, the creases on their forehead visible.

“I need a drink after this bullshit.”

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“Ah, no need to tell me, [Other Villain]. I’ve already heard.”

“S-sir! Don’t you think we should do something about this?! I just think–”

“If Villain knows what’s best for them, they’ll come crawling back. Don’t you think, [Other Villain]?” Supervillain sat at their desk, continuing their paperwork with a fine pen. [Other Villain] stood awkwardly in front of them, giving the report that Villain was abducted.

“If Villain was abducted, don’t you think they can’t come back?” Supervillain faltered.

“Abducted you say? My, I thought they just ran away like a dog.”

“Negative. The injuries you gave Villain made them unable to fight Hero. We haven’t seen any sign of the two still in our territory. We assume they–”

“I don’t want assumptions. They’re pointless and useless.” Supervillain sighed and looked at [Other Villain]. “Send out a search party. If they don’t find him, bring me…” They paused in thought. “Bring me [Cadet Name]. If Villain won’t arrive, I’ll need a replacement.”

“Yes, sir.”

The moment [Other Villain] left, Supervillain stood up. They stomped over to the wall and punched it, a hole visible. They screamed in rage, the entire HQ freezing at their cry. They spent years training Villain to be the greatest. Fuck, Villain was phenomenal. They’d always ace their training as a cadet, show complete and utter loyalty.

Now it was all gone.

They went over to their desk and shoved everything away, most items crashing on the floor. Villain was a special case. Almost no one could replace them and their way of sparring. Supervillain wanted to cry for the first time in years.

“No. No no no. Emotion is weakness,” they said, speaking to theirself in a hushed voice. “That’s why Villain lost. That’s why they couldn’t follow the simplest of orders.” It was like they were trying to convince theirself that it wasn’t their fault Villain was gone from their grasp.

After all, a puppeteer is useless without their puppet.

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Geez, this was, like, 7 and half pages long! I did not expect that- Welp, Refuge was really liked, so I just wrote a flashback for some context. Hope you enjoyed!

[eclipsejynx-writes]

Refuge.

Flashback.

I know it's probably weird for me to post this stuff, but I had no idea, and I found a few writing prompts I wanted to try! Supervillain, Hero, and Villain will be considered their real names. If you wanna replace the names, use your imagination!

TW - Swearing, heavy bleeding and wounds, mentions of abuse(?)

Summary - Hero and Supervillain got into a huge fight that injured Hero fatally. No one would help them, so they only knew one other place to go to seek refuge; Villain.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Fighting villains was Hero’s specialty.

It never mattered how strong they were, how quick they were, if they had any powers to aid them, they always found a way.

At least, until now.

The area was destroyed, most people have fled the scene. The unlucky ones were crushed by the debris in action. The two responsible for the commotion were Hero and Supervillain.

Supervillain clearly had the upper hand, barely scathed. Hero, however, couldn’t say the same. In fact, they could say the opposite. They could feel their blood trickle down their thigh and through their suit. Their vision felt blurry, the ash and dust stinging their eyes with a burning sensation. Bruises and wounds were covering them, head to toe. Honestly, the bruises were the least concerning part.

“Is the all mighty Hero already feeling weak? We’ve only danced for a few hours.” Supervillain mocked Hero who was currently straining to get up, but crumbled on the rubble. “Thought you would’ve had a bit more fight in you compared to the others. Such a shame, really. I had high hopes for you. Then again…” They walked towards Hero who desperately tried to crawl away. Supervillain grasped their face and forced Hero to look at them. “You’re all the same. A pathetic, selfish ‘hero’ who favors fame. So much for the goody-two-shoes bullshit. You’re really just some hoax carrying a title, huh? You’re just a coward,” Supervillain taunted, spitting venom to Hero.

Hero’s eyes were slowly closing, and Supervillain smirked. “Going to sleep I see. Well, I guess I’ll just leave you here, bleeding while you lay on the floor like a dog. A shame our dance ended so soon. I hoped to spend more time with you.” There was nothing but Hero���s raspy breaths in response. “F-..Fuck you, Supervillain.” They finally muttered, before their body fell limp as they collapsed on the floor. Supervillain seemed both disappointed and amused. “Such a pity. Even your final words are unoriginal.” After one last glance, Supervillain trotted away without a care in the world, leaving Hero to rot.

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Slowly, Hero’s limbs started to move. It wasn't a drastic movement, but enough to tell they were alive. They looked up at the sight in front of them.

Paramedics were surrounding the area, gathering everyone who was injured.

Of course, except for Hero.

They grunted in pain as they rolled themself upside, gasping for air. Their fingers gently traced the giant wound on their abdomen, bleeding through their suit. They winced and pulled it away. It hurt too much to touch. They tried their best to regain their senses and focused on the world around them. They could only stare up at the sky, seeing it a light gray. They could faintly hear their own ragged breathing, but it was blocked out by the agonizing ringing in their head. Their body felt numb. Helped with the pain, at least. They couldn’t taste much except for their own blood. Confused, they gently tapped their head. However, they instantly regretted it and moaned in pain. With teary eyes, they looked at their fingers, a crimson red coating the tips. “Blood,” they thought. Guess the injuries were worse than they thought. Coughing, they turned on their side and looked around, trying to make out any familiar figures through the ash. Most of the ambulances and other heroes were there, but they were busy helping more vulnerable victims. And Hero didn’t want to be a bother, did they?

That’s what a selfish hero did.

They tried using their shaky arms to prop themself up, but they collapsed the second they were a couple inches off the ground. They started to tear up, the water mixing with blood. They muttered swears and tried again, but it hurt even more. The stinging sensation was too much for them to handle. They hated feeling this weak, this hopeless, this pathetic.

“Hero! Get up already!” Right before Hero’s eyes could be shut, they perked up at their name. Looking around, they tried their best to make out who called them. Their captain was approaching, looking a bit angry. “What are you laying on the ground for?” Hero tried to make a response, but all that came out was coughing and muttering. Captain sighed. “We don’t have time for this, Hero. Too many civilians need help. Once you’re done with your… overreacting, get your ass up and help.” Captain walked away to a few injured people and helped them get to their family members. All Hero did was cry harder, wishing someone could help. Anyone. They wanted to curl up into a ball and sob for the rest of their shitty life.

They tried again and again to get up, just a little. Their body was getting used to the aching pain in their limbs. After countless attempts, they were finally standing on their two shaky legs. They looked down at their body, seeing how bad they actually looked. There wasn’t a place without blood or a giant bruise. Supervillain wasn’t fucking around.

At this point, most of the paramedics already left. Captain, of course, left without warning Hero. The rest of the heroes left with them, probably tending to their own injuries. Only a few civilians were here, probably looking for lost valuables and pets.

Hero sighed, thinking where they could go.

Well, there was always…

No. They’ll find somewhere else.

HQ was out of the list. Captain made it clear they were mad, and Hero didn’t want it aimed at themself. A hospital? No way. Supervillain’s taunting really got the best of them. And the hospitals were probably full anyway. They sighed, but regretted it. They fell into a coughing fit, seeing as they coughed up blood. “Shit.”

They swallowed their saliva and internally groaned. They had no choice.

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Hero was limping while walking the trails of the forest, leaving a blood trail behind them. The trees towered over like a giant shadow. Birds crowed as they hopped from one branch to the other. Hero’s footsteps crunched in the dead grass, its color a faded green. The path was the same as always, every flower wilted. They knew this trail like the back of their hand.

Inside, they wished they didn’t.

They didn’t know how long they'd walked. A few hours at most. They blocked out the ominous figures lurking in the shadows, and the faint clicking noise in the distance. Night was falling down on the Earth. They had to hurry up.

In the distance, they found a ginormous tree. It was probably the only healthy vegetation alive in the forest. Its radiance was alluring compared to the dead logs and eerie trees. Its leaves were fresh, transitioning to yellow with the coming autumn. Hero couldn’t help but smile, no matter how much it hurt. Their stagger was now a slow walk, now finding motivation to continue. As they approached it, they saw how much hadn’t changed. The fresh apples on the tree were a bright red, looking fresh to take a bite out of. They panted, looking around frantically for…

There.

A house was in the distance. It was more of a cottage, looking homey and cozy. Yet, Hero knew better than to judge appearances. Staggering towards it, they found themself at the porch, blood still dripping from the stomach and leg, staining the “Welcome” mat. They knocked a few times while impatiently waiting. Their stomach was filled with emotions while footsteps from the otherside approached the door. It was like their breathing stopped when they saw the face in front of them.

“H-Hero..?” Villain murmured, their expression showing shock. They observed the broken one’s bruised and bloodied body.

“Hey… Villain.” Hero smiled, though they immediately had a coughing fit, blood dripping from their mouth. “I didn’t know where to go, okay?”

“Who the fuck did this—”

“You already know who.”

Villain’s breathing hitched. Supervillain was not one to be taken lightly, especially in battle. “S-so… mind letting me crash here for a while?” Hero asked, letting out a soft laugh. Though, both knew there was nothing funny about the situation. Hero was lucky to escape with their life. “You… you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want-”

Sighing, Villain walked next to them and put Hero’s arm around their shoulder. “Let’s get you inside, idiot.” Hero was shocked at this ‘hospitality,’ but was grateful. They limped inside with the help of Villain. Villain carefully set Hero on the couch. “Stay here, and I’ll get something for the bleeding.” They sprinted to the kitchen while Hero’s body relaxed against the soft cushions. Though, they felt bad for staining it with their oozing blood. They could hear the frantic search for medical equiptment, along with the shouts of swearing. They couldn’t help but giggle.

Villain came back, a mountain of stuff in their arms. They dropped it all on the table and looked at Hero’s bleeding abdomen. They grabbed the white bandages and looked at Hero.

“I’m gonna need you to stop relaxing on the couch for a second. I can’t wrap the bandages around your stomach if you don’t.”

Hero complied, lifted their upper-body. Villain approached and gently started, the white cloth instantly being stained a bright red. Muttering curses, Villain tied them around and looked Hero up and down. They eyed Hero’s head.

“Surprised you didn’t get a concussion,” they said.

“Honestly, so am I.”

“What else did we expect from Supervillain?” They grabbed the bandages again started to carefully wrap them around Hero’s head. “A fucking psycho that plays war like a game.”

“Rude to say about your boss,” Hero warned. “You know what happened last time when you tried your chances.” Villain faltered, stealing a glance towards Hero.

“We don’t talk about that, and you know it.” They glared. “And to be clear, it wasn’t my fault. Supervillain was just… they were just angry, okay?” Villain made it sound like nothing was wrong, that everything was fine, but Hero knew what was behind that mask.

It was dead silent, even the birds outside kept quiet. Hero looked like a mummy, most of their body covered in blood-soaked bandages. “This should… it should stop the bleeding from getting worse.” Villain said, avoiding eye contact. Hero felt like they should’ve said something, anything, like an apology for being inconsiderate, but the tension was already in the room, and it would be hard to get it out. They muttered a simple thanks. Villain went to the kitchen and returned with a cup of water.

“There’s some painkillers on the table. Take them when you feel like you can swallow. The blood will probably stop you, so I’d wait for a while.” They set the cup on the table next to the medication pile. “I’ll be back later to check up on you and replace your bandages, okay?” Hero didn’t reply. They were lost in thought.

“Hey, Hero.” Villain snapped in front of their face, taking Hero out of their trance. “Did you hear what I said?” They sounded annoyed.

“S-sorry, Villain.”

Villain sighed. “The water’s for the painkillers, and I’ll come back to replace your ban–”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“I’ve got my own life to deal with too, y’know.” Villain said matter-of-factly. Hero muttered something, not going unnoticed by Villain. “Wanna say something to me, Hero?” They leaned down and their faces were only a couple inches away from each other.

“It’s nothing… I just wanted to say thank you…”

Villain knew damn well that wasn’t what they said, but they’d leave it at that. “Well, I gotta go now. See ya later, I guess.” They started to walk away, but Hero quickly spoke up.

“You mean the life Supervillain controls?”

Villain stopped abruptly, their eyes widened. The tension in the room grew thick. “Shut up, Hero. You don’t know what you’re–”

“I do know what I’m talking about!” Hero screamed, hurting their vocal cords. “We both know what happened that night! Fucking Supervillain hurt you! You would’ve died it I wasn’t there! Worst of all? You know it, yet you act like nothing happened!”

“Shut up already! You’re the one that’s injured here! I can fucking kill you and you couldn’t do shit about it!”

“But you won’t,” Hero argued. “You let me in here, you helped my wounds, all because you know what Supervillain’s capable of.” Villain turned around, face red from anger. “And you know that if you let me die, you’ll be just as bad as them.”

“I don’t need you shoving it down my goddamn throat, okay?!” Tears threatened to fall from Villan’s glistening eyes. “I don’t need you reminding me that I would be dead if you weren’t there! That I relied on you! It would’ve been better if you didn't ‘save me’ from Supervillain!” Hero paused, their breathing rapid.

“Y-you don’t mean that–”

“I mean every word!” Villain quickly approached, Hero flinching when they grabbed their head. Villain forced them closer. “The only reason I’m here right now is because of your pathetic attempt to save me! You just put me in deeper shit!” Their breathing was raspy and frantic. “Supervillain’s suspicious that I’m a double agent, and having you here is just going to prove his point!”

“What would you want me to do?! Leave you there?!”

Villain shut up again, not sure how to respond. To be fair, they were too exhausted on that day to even recall what happened. “I-... I-I don’t know.” Villain started to tear up, attempting to wipe the tears away. “I don’t know.” Their voice was cracked as they started to sob. “I-I’m so sorry–” They hiccuped, collapsing to their knees in front of Hero. The pity in Hero’s eyes was enough to make them weep.

“I didn’t mean– oh fuck, Villain,” Hero cursed, seeing Villain’s frail form seem so broken. Hero tried to reach out, but Villain slapped the hand away and got up, running away. The cottage was two stories, so they sprinted up the stairs. Hero was about to call their name, but a loud slam was heard, shaking the house. All that was left was Hero staring where Villain once sat, thinking about what had happened.

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Sorry if it ended up worse than the others- I didn't reread this for any mistakes, and I just wanted a little filler post. I hope you like it!

[eclipsejynx-writes]

Betrayal. Pt. 2

! THIS IS CANNON, BUT STILL GOING UNDER DEVELOPMENT! THE EVENT IS CANNON, BUT HOW IT WENT COULD BE TWEAKED IN THE FUTURE !

Part One

Summary - In the Nalux Empire, The Cult of the Angels decide how they'll deal with the Devil's Crest, including the two "traitors", Ori and Onyx!

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 After the “episode” with Midnight, Ori and Onyx needed a mental health day. A break from fighting and chaos.

Yeah, as if those still exist.

Not long after, Lunar called a meeting for all of the members. Since it was around two in the morning, Onyx dragged Ori in despite both of them being half asleep. As they entered the pearly white war room, made for meetings between alliances, they could see they weren’t the only ones. Solar, Lunar’s younger brother, had noticeable eye bags under his eyes. However, he was often in the library after hours. Next to him was Eclipse, the creature from the forest. Since the uprising, Lunar’s been more lenient towards creatures from the unknown.

Solar loved the idea.

The other members were the same, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Lunar sighed when he heard people silently complain about the light, though he was just as tired. His movements were sluggish, but he started the meeting nonetheless. He began with the expected “thanks for coming on such short notice” speech, then moved to the real reason.

“We’ve noticed unusual patterns in the Devil’s Crest,” he started slowly, looking to make sure everyone’s been paying attention. At the mention of the Devil’s Crest, most people stopped their side conversations and chatter. “They seem more constant with their attacks. It’s not necessarily in a pattern, just…” He trailed off, looking for the words. “They’ve been attacking more frequently, more than we can handle. They’re going by too quickly.” An audible groan rang throughout the room, much to everyone’s displeasure. It was true. The Devil’s Crest was advancing closer to kingdoms, destroying anything in their path. It was like a fire, consuming everything in its hunger.

“New reports came in recently,” he spoke calmly, taking a few papers from the side. “The Oparius Kingdom officially gave themselves to the Devil’s Crest.” Gasps rang throughout the room, many showing expressions of shock and disappointment. The Devil’s Crest had another kingdom on their side, no matter how they gained it. Solar’s muscles tensed up, tapping his fingers against the long table. It had a large, detailed map showing the precise locations of each kingdom and forest, ravine and cave, tribes and locals. He hovered over the table, looking at Lunar with confusion and shock. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. “Oparius? But…” he trailed off, thinking about the past. At one point, the king consulted with Lunar about a marriage offer. The family was explicitly power-hungry and thought Lunar would be thrilled with the idea. Lunar politely declined, saying he was only seventeen. Yet, that left them furious, and there’s been minor conflict ever since. “Nevermind. It makes sense,” He muttered, hanging his head low.

Lunar sighed, mumbling swears under his breath. “We know Oparius is more advanced in technology, and their kingdom is a bit bigger.”

“That means the Devil’s Crest has more technology weapons at their disposal,” Onyx chipped in, his face stern. “It explains how they’ve been getting more land quicker. New weapons mean we can’t attack head-on. It’s too risky.” He stared at the giant map on the table. He grabbed a blood-red knife and stabbed it on the table, marking Oparius as Devil’s territory. Lunar scanned the table and grabbed another knife, a Devil’s mark. His gaze traced carefully, and swiftly, he stabbed the Perdita Forest. “Scouts mentioned a few Devil Crest’s members sneaking around in large numbers. They were too small to engage, so they returned. By now, they’ve probably destroyed most of the trees and killed off the inhabitants.” Lunar’s eyes narrowed, clearly irritated. Over half of the map looked crimson.

Just like the world would be if they didn’t hurry.

Sighing, Ori shut his eyes. “We can’t do much. What’s the point, anyway? Oparius gave the Devil’s Crest new weapons! We don’t know how to handle them. All we can do is observe for now.” Mutters of agreement sprouted throughout the war room, people prompting solutions between one another. Lunar looked around warily, not knowing what to do. Eclipse stood near Solar, gently holding his hand. She gave a reassuring look to Solar as he prompted an idea. 

“We could try to ally with other kingdoms.” Most of the conversation stopped as they stared at Solar, who was awkwardly shifting legs. Lunar glared. “No, no way. It’s too risky. You saw what happened to Oparius, and we both know it could happen again. If Oparius is a traitor, there’s no evidence saying it won’t happen again.” The tension in the room grew thick between the two, no one wanting to intervene. “You don’t even know if they did it by choice! For all we know, they could’ve been holding them hostage!” Solar countered, but all Lunar did was sigh, rubbing his forehead. “It doesn’t matter either way. If anything, it makes it worse! If the Devil’s Crest can threaten a kingdom that advanced, god knows what’ll happen to the others. What’ll happen to us! They could be surrendering right now!”

“You don’t know that,” Solar stammered, trying to convince Lunar. “It’s the best shot we’ve got.” Lunar sighed in frustration. He recomposed himself, staring at Solar. “Solar, we don’t know how the Devil’s Crest thinks. They could have spy kingdoms or try to destroy us from the inside. If we ask anyone to join us, there’s no saying they’ll betray us. We don’t know who to trust anymore.” Lunar gave a solemn look, pleading Solar to end the argument.

Solar’s breath grew frantic, worry setting in. Eclipse tried to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it off. He turned around and marched out, clearly aggravated. Eclipse chased after him, leaving the idea in the wind. The room was eerily quiet. No one dared to move a muscle. Onyx and Lunar moved closer together, their quiet chatter barely audible. Most guessed they were discussing plans and motives. Ori just stood on the sidelines, wondering what anything was anymore. The memories of Midnight’s anger towards him flashed in his brain, the image of him staring with dead eyes, a mere silhouette. It was all haunting him, and he hated every second of it.

A few gained confidence and debated their options, using prior knowledge about the Devil’s Crest. However, Ori quickly realized that their knowledge was limited. 

But his knowledge wasn’t. He’s been in the Devil’s Crest longer than anyone here.

“I can help you,” Ori strolled towards Lunar and Onyx, hunched over the map. They both turned their attention towards him, Onyx showing a relaxed face. Ori couldn’t help but blush slightly. His soft skin was pulling him in a trance. “Help us?” Lunar sounded skeptical, his eyes narrowing. Ori and Onyx were new to the group, but Lunar trusted Onyx more. After all, he acted like a spy to him, sharing information Midnight leaked through their conversations. The thought of betraying him like that brought Ori out of his trance. “Right, help…” He took a deep, shallow breath. “I’ve been in the Devil’s Crest longer than any of you! I understand how they work, how they fight, basically everything.” Ori stressed, wanting him to believe they were on the same side. Lunar wasn’t as thrilled, but Onyx shared an understanding look.

“Thank you, Ori. We’re grateful–”

“Speak for yourself, Onyx.” Lunar glared at Onyx, then looked at Ori with a degrading look. “What information can you offer?” Ori swallowed, his brain going blank. “Uhm… I know about how they fight and their weapons.” He messed with his fingers, picking at the nails. He sounded so pathetic and out of place. Lunar gave a reluctant look towards Onyx, but the look in Onyx’s eyes showed he trusted Ori. Sighing, Lunar spoke to Ori.

“We’ll need all the help we can get.” He sounded annoyed but looked around the room. The whispers were growing louder, and the meeting wasn’t going in the direction he wanted it to. “Everyone, silence!” Lunar gave an order that echoed throughout the hall, and a silence fell over the people. “It seems I’ve… overlooked one of our greatest accomplices,” Lunar started, motioning toward Ori. He gave an awkward wave and looked back at Lunar, waiting for him to continue. “We may not be able to observe the Devil’s Crest, but we have prior knowledge. Ori’s lived there for over half his life, and he’s bound to have useful information we could learn from. Right, Ori?” Lunar seemed expectant of Ori, giving him a half-glare. Onyx gently reached out to Ori’s hand, their fingers brushing against each other. It gave Ori a sense of comfort, but it quickly vanished. He knew what extent they had to go to be here, and the guilt was eating him alive.

“Yes, I do,” Ori mumbled, pulling his hand away from Onyx’s grasp. He could see the disappointment in his eyes but didn’t dare mention a word. “I know more about their fighting than anyone here. I know how they think and react to things. They always try to find a way around problems, despite any bloodshed along the way.” Ori could see people wince in the background. Almost everyone here lost someone from the Devil’s Crest’s hands. Now it’s their turn.

The meeting lasted longer than anticipated, lasting until seven. Most stayed, but Lunar was lenient enough to let others leave if it was urgent. Yet, no one knew about Solar or Eclipse’s wearbouts. Still, they had to keep going. Ori, Lunar, and Onyx took the lead, leading the meeting to where it was required. They needed to start attacking instead of waiting for the Devil’s Crest to attack. “We could start by gathering more weapons,” Lunar suggested, looking at Ori for confirmation. “Definitely. Make sure they’re lighter. The faster, the better. Their weapons are more advanced because they’re easier to carry, saving space for other, more valuable tools.” Lunar nodded and wrote this down in a notebook.

“What about their technology? They have Oparius on their side, but what was their original technology?” Lunar questioned, looking at Ori. He looked at the map, pointing to a forest. “There. There’s a lot of material like Yurite. It’s light but strong. Giant mines are scattered around here.”

“We should head there soon and try to stop them from gathering materials,” proposed Lunar, not caring if he sounded selfish, but Onyx shook his head. “We have too few numbers compared to them. Even if we tried an ambush, they’d prepare. Now that me and Ori are considered traitors, which we are, they’ll be on edge. We have to think this through carefully.” Everyone in the room sighed. No one wanted to do any more waiting.

“I get it, okay? We’re all tired. Should we just wait this one out?” Onyx said, sounding disappointed with his own words. Murmurs rose throughout the room, contemplating Onyx’s suggestion. Of course, most went against it, but what other choice did they have? They had too little supplies to deal with, more conflicts arising throughout the Devil’s Crest that would affect them, and they still didn’t know what action to take.

Lunar looked around, feeling the weight on his shoulders. “We’ll take a break. Consider this your day off, or whatever. Someone find Eclipse and Solar while you’re at it. I’ll be reviewing plans and maps. I’ll be here if you need me.” Slowly, people drained out of the room, including Onyx, but Ori stayed.

Ori tried initiating a conversation and, at the very least, apologize for being untrustworthy. It was seen clearly in Lunar’s eyes. “I just want you to know I’m on your side. You can trust me. Just let me help.”

Sighing, Lunar looked at Ori with tired eyes. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just…” He rubbed his eyes, mentally drained. “I don’t know who to trust anymore. With most of the kingdom’s giving up, it’s like they’re trying to pressure us into doing the same.” He glanced towards a photo on the wall, showing Solar and Lunar’s official royal portrait. “I don’t want him to get hurt, y’know? I just want him to be safe.” Ori could see a glistening in Lunar’s eyes, tears threatening to fall. Lunar cleared his throat and wiped his tears with his arm. “I apologize for my informality when we first met. I didn’t mean to be so hostile to you, Ori. I just didn’t know you well enough–”

“It’s fine, Lunar. Really, it’s not that big of a deal,” Ori assured, his voice slightly cracking. “Love does things to a person. It makes them overprotective and wary of others. I know how it feels.” Lunar gave a half-laugh, smiling slightly. “That makes both of us, doesn’t it?”

The silence grew awkward, neither knowing what to say.

“Still, it doesn’t excuse my actions,” Lunar said, still having his apologetic voice. “I’m truly sorry for everything. For doubting you, not showing trust, and being a total asshole. I swear, from now on, I’ll be more understanding.” Ori smiled, knowing he’d gained some trust.

“I know I don’t know how the Devil’s Crest was there, and I can’t say much about it. I don’t know who you are, how they raised you, or what shit you went through, but I’ll try my best to be better. To treat you better. You’ll always be treated respectfully here, despite where you came from.” Lunar gave a look of appreciation towards Ori, and Ori gratefully gave it back. Clearing his throat, Lunar composed himself and returned to his slightly cold demeanor. “Don’t think this means I like you or anything. Remember, you should know your place.”

Ori smiled despite the threat. “The feelings mutual, your highness.”

Before Lunar could reply, someone burst into the room, the doors slamming against the walls.

Onyx.

“The Devil’s Crest has Solar and Eclipse. They’re outside of the Silva Mortis Forest.”

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Welp, that was pretty bad- I know you don't know any of the characters, and you're probably not gonna read this, but ta-da(?) I'll post more about them on my worldbuilding blog (which I'll mention on a separate post).