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enemies to lovers with clinicbur is top tier but i will leave you with the following thought

Wilbur’s s/o goes missing and is presumed dead at the beginning of his villain career (before he met tommy). He grieves, is very very sad.

Years later, after the events of TCSFV, a new vigilante pops up. For reasons he can’t understand, they seem to be very concerned when he almost dies in a fight with some heroes, pulling him to the side to and gently patching him up, making sure he’s okay before scurrying away.

I’d say more of my ideas but my stomach is killing me a

HERE ME OUT HERE ME OUT

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"HAS ANYONE SEEN SIREN?!" Zephyrus called out to the others. His wings frantically swayed in the wind as he scanned the rooftop, but to no avail, the blindfolded villain was nowhere to be found.

"SIREN!" he called out again, but before he could examine his surroundings one more time, 404 throws his daggers at great speeds, nearly slicing through his feeathers.

But there the villain laid, near limp as he hid behind the doors of the fire escape, clutching at his sliced-open thigh. One moment, he was out on the battlefield, fighting Rewind, the next moment, he felt arms wrapped around his chest as he was dragged where no villain or hero could spot him.

The figure before him stared down at him anxiously, feeling around their pockets before digging into their bag to see if they could assist in any way possible. Eventually, they settled on an old t-shirt, ripping into two. They took a water bottle, carefully dousing the wound and wiping away the excess blood, then used the other half of the shirt to tightly wrap around the wound.

Siren hissed in pain as he watched the slender fingers work their magic. He looked to face the figure, and through the haze, he could only distinguish a familiar mask he's seen on TV every so often.

A vigilante.

After making sure the fabric was secured, the figure looked up to face him now. Something felt so... Familiar about the gaze. Something soft, something so homely.

Siren didn't realize his hand started to trail closer to their face. Slight disappointment tingled inside of him when he realized he was only met with the solid material of their mask instead of warm skin. The vigilante only returned the gesture by placing a hand on top.

"Wil--"

But before they could continue, footsteps were coming closer to the doors, immediately making both of the two whip their head around. By the time Siren turned back though, they were gone. Apollo burst through the doors shortly after, immediately crouching down to tend to his wound.

"Are you okay?! Holy shit, you took a nasty blow back there! Please don't tell me it hit a bone-- Did you try to patch it up yourself?!" Apollo's lecturing went through one ear and out the other. Not even the pain he was feeling could distract his mind from what just happened. And most importantly,

How did they know his name?

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BUT THATS JUST A THEORYYY AAAHH I WROTE THIS AS SOON AS I SAW IT LMAO AND I JUST GOT HOME (excuse any grammar errors i literally just wrote this on the tumblr post thingy thing)

[poraphia]

hahahaha angsty idea. Reader vigilante reveal but this time siren is furious. He starts fighting the reader— but they don’t fight back. They don’t move a single muscle as he pushes them into a wall. They sit there, and accept it

i just wanna mention i love writing for these little prompts they're like little warm ups for me hehesheehe

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A vigilante and a supervillain.

One minute, they watched the moon rise with the stars. Their fingers near centimeters apart as they rested against the textured stone.

The next minute, screaming and loud thuds echoed through the night, yet not a single soul dared to approach the pair.

The vigilante fell back, their body sliding against the cold granite. Bits and pieces of their outfit tore from the friction. Siren stood a meter away, but his shadow engulfed them like flames. Tears stained his blindfold as he was forced into a blurry haze. His head throbbed, but it was nowhere near close to how hard his heart pounded in his chest.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR, (Y/N)! A GOD DAMN LIAR." He screamed in agony. Slowly, he stepped toward the limp figure. A figure so weak they coughed out blood as their head rested against an arm.

"Get up."

With his honey voice, the vigilante was forced back onto their feet.

"Look at me."

Their head whipped up. Tears and blood trickled down their face. Their body was scratched, damaged, and bruised, but Siren, you couldn't find a single imperfection on his body.

Siren pushed them against the wall of the fire escape. The same location where they had their first encounter. The same location where (y/n) decided to take Siren's heart before shoving it in a grinder. He slammed his hands on either side of their face, digging his palms into the tiny rocks that nearly pierced his skin.

But he didn't care.

No, he couldn't care less.

Siren stood there, near breathing down the vigilante's neck, while all they could do was stand there and take it. His heaving chset was consistent with rage. An audible and visual show to his confliction. He stood there, silent for a minute. (y/n) dare refused to say anything because they knew that any word, no matter how wrong or how right it was, would ruin the man even more.

After some time gathering his own words, Siren took one deep exhale before ripping off his blindfold, revealing puffy and horribly glossy eyes. His eyes searched their face, searching for any sign to tell him to cut this shit out, but instead, it filled him more with rage and sorrow.

"I... I fucking loved you." He choked. "I loved you before we started talking. I loved you when we were running around being silly teenagers."

Siren forced both his hands back on either side of their head. "I loved you EVEN WHEN YOU WENT MISSING FOR YEARS BECAUSE I HAD SOME TYPE OF HOPE." (y/n) remained speechless and only stared back with the most pained expression on their face.

"AND TO THINK--!" Siren backed away now, running a hand through his hair as nothing but manic chuckles escaped his throat. "To think that I was finally getting over you?! That I had found someone new," He whipped his head back to face them. "THAT I CAN FINALLY HEAL, (Y/N)."

Chuckles turned into giggles, giggles turned into laughs, laughs turned to harrowing cries of pain as he crouched down onto the ground, hugging his knees.

He had fucking lost it now.

Siren's noises of distress soon died down. He stood up straight again, staring straight through the vigilante.

"I'm going to make sure you are never in my life again." He uttered softly.

"They don't call me a super villain for nothing."

(y/n) nodded, closing their eyes. If this was the relief Will wanted, and if this promised him to be happier in the future, then by all means, he could do whatever they wanted to them.

"(y/n)," His cold, icy stare pierced through their heart like an icicle. "jump o--"

"WI- SIREN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

[poraphia]

aaaaaa

loved your response to the siren + vigilante reader ask :)

I was thinking that the reader probably let people think they were dead because there were some dangerous people after them— or maybe they just got caught up in a scheme of some sort. Either way, with their self-isolating I’ll-do-it-myself attitude, they convinced themselves that letting everyone, even Wilbur, think they were dead was for the best

idk something justifiable so that siren doesn’t 100% hate the reader when he figures it out

DUDE what if siren falls in love with the vigilante, not knowing it’s the reader, and when he “confesses” (more like hints towards because he’s too much of a pussy for a real confession) the reader kinda reveals it’s them— because they feel bad for lying to him for so long

ouchhh angst

But also hopefully eventually maybe maybe maybe fluff

yk that scene in httyd stoick sees valka after so long? yeahh..

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The vigilante and the villain sat on the familiar rooftop together, but this time, there was no screaming Zephyrus, no dangerous 404 throwing blades, and best of all, no Siren bleeding out on the floor.

It was peaceful, quaint, and comfortable.

Siren stared out onto the stars, admiring each glisten and twinkle they had to offer. A small smile lit his face, enjoying such company from someone so unlikely.

"I love being here with you, you know that right?" He spoke gently.

And though the vigilante tried their best to feel the same comfort in that moment, they just couldn't. Their hands fidgeted in their lap and their eyes refused to even catch a glimpse of Siren's figure.

"Siren..?" The vigilante mumbled. Siren turned to them, his smile still not leaving his face. In fact, it grew wider at the sight of them. It's been months since their first encounter. The fact that the vigilante uttered his civilian name was dismissed, just as how his hand caressed them with a familiar warmth.

"Yes, is everything okay?" He asked. His smile had left now, noticing how the vigilante squirmed with their hands clutching their arms. But they stayed silent, making little noises as scarce attempts to express their feelings. That was until they took a long, shaky breath.

"This... Secret has been eating me alive for the longest." The vigilante now faced Siren. A bit of them pained to even catch sight at the half-masked villain. Because in reality, they only longed to see those chocolate brown eyes. "I know heroes, villains, and vigilantes must keep their identities a secret from one another, but this is something I feel the upmost guilt about. If anyone deserved to know who I am in this world, it... It would be you, Wilbur."

And just like that, Siren's heart strings were wrapped around their hand and pulled forcefully to be slammed against the wall like a wrecking ball.

"What do you mean..?" His voice trembled. He wasn't sure if it was shock, hurt, or unnerving suspicion rising upon him. If anything, it was a sick mixture of all.

Without any further words exchanged, the vigilante reached behind their head, undoing the buckles to their mask.

There was a wave of denial rushing through the villain. What if this was just some sick, twisted joke Jester decided to play? Some person just happened to look like his presumed-dead lover. It was all coincidence, it was all a mistake, it was all a delusion.

The mask rested on the lap of the vigilante as all Siren could do was stare in horror. In return, they scoffed and looked away.

"You can fucking scream at me if you want to." They spat as they stood up, carefully balancing themselves on top of the building's roof edge. In an instant, Siren scrambled up as well, but never averted his eyes from the sight.

This isn't real. This can't be real.

As they began stepping backwards, almost scared of what Siren had to say, he mindlessly stepped closer, almost paranoid that if they moved any further, they'd disappear again. For years.

Years.

"Will... Fucking say something." They demanded. "I-I know it was wrong of me. I get it, okay! But you have to understand it wasn't that simple." A sob choked out in the midst of their sentence. But all Siren did was stare, stepping closer as they stepped back.

"There was no fucking hope for me if the heroes knew I was still alive! I would've put you and danger, f-fuck-- Your whole family, Wilbur! I-I didn't want to hurt you!" They were screaming now. Tears were nothing but a decoration to their distraught face.

They were near the edge of the building now. The heartbroken vigilante cautiously looked back, but Siren, no, Siren didn't care about his surroundings. Only the being that stood right in front of him.

"Please-- fuck, Wilbur!" They pleaded. "You're scaring me! Fucking say something please--!"

They had no more room to back away now. A shock of fear rushed through their body as their foot felt nothing underneath their next step. Siren wrapped an arm behind their torso, his spare hand holding theirs. A position that felt so dangerous in that moment as they dangled off the edge of the building, but it was a position that felt so right.

A position that felt like late night dancing in the living room after sneaking in late at night way past curfew.

A position of him and his long lost lover.

Siren pulled away the hand that held theirs to slide off his blindfold completely. He gently placed a hand onto their warm, flushed cheek, near reminiscent of their first encounter. They placed a hand on top of his.

Quietly, Siren muttered:

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.."

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