#hero x villain fluff

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Break-Ins and Bandages

Here is my 1500 Followers Celebratory Snippet! Thank you for helping me brainstorm, @surplus-of-sarcasm and @lilywolfgray!

The sound of the window opening had Hero whipping their head around so fast it gave them a bout of dizziness. They had been perched on the end of their mattress, holding a pack of ice to their throbbing head and trying not to aggravate the rest of the wounds littered across their battered body. As the window opened the rest of the way, Hero’s heart leapt into their throat. Villain climbed over the sill into the bedroom. Hero jumped to their feet… and promptly keeled over. Villain sped over and caught them before they could hit the floor.

“Easy, easy,” Villain said, depositing them back on their bed, “not here to hurt you. I think I did enough of that this afternoon.”

“Why- how-?”

“I banged you up pretty bad, I felt like I should try to fix it.”

Villain had a bag slung over their shoulder, and as Hero got a proper look at it, they could see it was stuffed to the brim with medical supplies.

“After I gave the cops the slip, I may have followed you home… heh, sorry.”

Villain gave them a lopsided, apologetic smile. Hero’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t give me that look! I’m a villain, not a monster! Now, let’s have a look at you.”

Despite their protests, Villain helped Hero out of their shirt and started to examine them.

“Hm,” Villain said, “I really pack a punch, huh?”

“Ya think?” Hero winced as Villain touched a particularly tender spot.

“Okay.” Villain started to rummage in their bag, “let me start with the antiseptic.”

Villain pulled out a bottle and a cotton pad. Hero scuttled back on the bed.

“Villain, I appreciate this, but please don’t-”

“Hush.”

Villain lunged with the antiseptic. Hero cried out when Villain started to clean their cuts.

“You big baby,” Villain teased, “you can survive buildings falling on you, but a little wound tending is gonna be your undoing?”

“YES!” Hero hissed, their knuckle-white fists gripping the blanket under them.

Villain shook their head with a chuckle. Once every wound was cleaned, they started to medicate them and bandage them up.

“…Thanks,” Hero said uncertainly.

“Yep,” Villain said with a satisfied smile.

Villain started to put everything away. They were about to climb back out the window when Hero found themselves grabbing their arm.

“Uh…yes?” Villain asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Hero blushed in embarrassment.

“Um… I have some old movies on DVD… if you weren’t doing anything after this…”

Villain smiled knowingly.

“Because,” Hero added quickly, “I’m still injured, someone should probably keep an eye on me so I don’t aggravate the wounds, and-”

A peck on the cheek shut Hero up straight away.

“Took you long enough, gumshoe,” Villain said.

Villain set the bag down, closed the window, and swept Hero up into a bridal carry. Hero yelped.

“Villain! Put me down!”

“You’re still injured, you said so yourself,” Villain said, “where’s your living room?”

A huff from Hero and some directions later, and the crime-fighter was nodding off on Villain’s shoulder to some fantasy movie. Villain kissed Hero on the crown of their head. Mission accomplished.

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[invalidstories]

Dramatic Hero (Prompt 1)

"Hero? Hero!" Villain said frantically as they tried to shake the limp hero in their arms.

"mhmm," Hero muttered, trying not to move their lips as much as possible.

"I didn't drug your coffee this time, are you having an allergic reaction?" Villain replied, trying to understand the reason the hero was acting like this.

Hero found Villain's concerned and panicked reactions amusing. They tried to not laugh, but they couldn't help the smile that formed on their face.

"What?" Villain noticed the smile forming on their face, and the amusing glint in their eyes. The villain was suspicious, "What are you thinking about?"

"Your reaction, sometimes you're just too cute." Hero amusingly replied.

Heat rose to the villain's cheeks as they dropped Hero from their arms. The hero landed with a thud on the ground and muttered something indispensable. This was the third time this week that they had fooled Villain, but they couldn't deny enjoying the hero's tricks. "Damm hero, why do you always have to have such an effect on me."

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[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Hero shook their head slowly, pursing their lips as they watched the Villain pace back and forth in the room as they blabbered on about their nefarious plan to destroy the local dam, resulting in the city’s demise. Today was the day. Just to be sure everything would be executed smoothly, Villain kidnapped their arch-nemesis and forced them to watch the whole ordeal unfold before their eyes. But Hero had another plan up their sleeves.

“You sound so sure of yourself.” The hero interrupted their monologue, and Villain flashed them a small frown.

“Why wouldn’t I? I have the city’s greatest protector in my clutches, they have no one to come to their rescue.”

“And what about the heroes out of state?”

“They wouldn’t know. They’re too busy having that vacation retreat to even notice whats happening.” Villain waved a dismissive hand at their rival as they spun around to face the multitude of screens that lit up the dense room. They were projecting multiple security camera footages of the dam, which was about to be blown up in a matter of minutes.

“Plus I sabotaged all the power lines in the state, so I’m basically winning. And you’re losing!” The villain laughed to themselves, they could hardly contain their glee as they brought down their fist triumphantly. Meanwhile, Hero was sure the Villain would have to think twice.

“Hm, I dunno Villain. I wouldn’t get my hopes up that fast. Theres still a lot of things to consider before you can drown a whole city.”

Hero smirked as Villain turned around and marched towards them, towering over them while they brandish their supposed “victory” in the Hero’s face.

“And what exactly do I have to reconsider, dear Hero? What could make me change my mind about the one thing I’ve been working on for the past six months?” The foe raised an eyebrow as they questioned Hero with a stupid grin on their face. Hero tsked.

“Tonight.” Was all Hero said. Villain’s face distorted to worry.

“…you’re not actually considering-”

“I am.” Hero’s grin only grew wider as a look of horror was now bestowed on the once confident villain.

“Not only will I cancel tonight’s cuddle session, but I’ll have no problem in putting them off completely.” Hero didn’t seem as bothered by what they were saying as the Villain was, who was staring at Hero like they were a ghost.

“Y-you’re bluffing Hero, you wouldn’t be able to go a day without…” Villain faltered, their voice trailing off as they realized the look on their beloved Hero’s face remained the same. Hero was SO sure of themselves.

“It’ll be your loss Villain, not mine. So what will it be?”

For the first time in their entire career of villainy, Villain actually reconsidered putting off their evil deeds.

[black-rose-events]

It's April Fool's day!

Time to prank your nemesis! But remember:

Confuse, don't abuse

Put an invisible weight on their cape

Pretend you don't know them

Crack even more goofy jokes and puns!

Turn up in their costume

Or an obviously cheap knock-off of it

Dangle them over a pit, only to be lowered and they see it's filled with kittens or puppies!

Fight in a ridiculous costume! Like a penguin that waddles everywhere, a blueberry or bumblebee, a butterfly with the sparkliest wings and antennae!

[chaotic-orphan]

Dec. 27, prompt: family dinner

Ehehehehhehehe I love this one hero x villain yes please!! Also two posts in one day? It’s more likely than you think

@the-modern-typewriter @the-modern-typewriter-aesthetic

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Hero felt like they were walking on the clouds when the villain asked them to family dinner over the holidays. Of course they said yes, they loved villain. Of course they wanted to spend the holidays with them and meeting their family was just a bonus.

That was until they were all sat down at family dinner.

The evening had been going so well.

Hero was cracking jokes with villain’s brother and mother, had engaging conversation with villain’s father about the current political climate of the city and had even dazzled villain’s sister, who owned a vineyard, with their wine knowledge.

Then villain’s father started talking about heroes, and the sorry state they had left the city in, and villain put their hand on hero’s and gently squeezed it in reassurance.

Hero of course, knew that villain’s father was in fact supervillain because villain and hero were open with each other from the beginning. No secrets, they had promised.

So when supervillain got to talking shit about specifically hero, hero was ready for it.

Villain however was not.

They had stood suddenly from the table, rocking the cutlery and nearly tipping the gravy boat, proclaiming: “you can’t shit talk Hero and be impressed with my date at the same time.”

That leads to now, where everyone was looking between Hero and Villain who was still standing, electricity sparking in their fingers.

Supervillain looked at hero and hero looked at villain, wanting nothing more than to kiss them for defending them and also slap them into next week because they had just revealed that they are in fact, Hero.

“What do you mean, Villain?” Supervillain asked then looked at Hero, “I’m sorry you’re not related to hero are you? Villain never told us.”

“No, no, no,” hero blushed, waving it away. “It’s nothing like that-“

“Actually it’s very like that,” villain said, practically seething. “Do you like my partner, dad?”

Supervillain blinked at villain. “Well, yes. I think they are quite charming and lovely, villain.”

“Thank you,” said Hero, almost gushing. “You’re too kind.”

“Not at all, you fit in so well with the family,” villain’s mom said with a kind smile and hero could feel their face going red. They reached up to cover their cheeks.

“Well, my partner is in fact, Hero. So if you hate hero, you also hate my partner. When you just said you liked my partner, dad. I will not sit at a table where you disrespect them.”

Hero blanched. Supervillain’s eyes narrowed infinitesimally at hero as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, slowly rose from the table and walked towards the kitchen.

“Villain, would you talk with me for a minute?” Supervillain asked, voice sweet as pie.

“If you insist.”

The table watched villain follow supervillain into the kitchen and supervillain close the door quite calmly.

Hero looked at the shocked faces of Villain’s mother, brother and sister and took a sip of wine, smiling at the sister.

“So is it hard to keep the grapes fresh all year round?” They said, trying to break the tension with a question. They didn’t however get an answer, as the sound of a quite loud argument from the kitchen was growing.

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER WAS HERO BEFORE THEY CAME TO DINNER?! I JUST INSULTED ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE I LIKED THAT YOU EVER BROUGHT HOME! DID YOUR MOTHER AND I NOT RAISE YOU BETTER THAN THIS?! THEY MUST FEEL HUMILIATED! I AM HUMILIATED! THAT POOR HERO YOU GO OUT THERE AND YOU APOLOGISE PROFUSELY TO HERO AND YOU BETTER MAKE IT UP TO THEM OR SO HELP ME THERE WON’T BE A PLACE YOU CAN HIDE THAT I WON’T FIND YOU AND TEACH YOU A LESSON ABOUT MANNERS!”

The door to the kitchen opened and villain stood in the doorway, eyes low as they said “I’m sorry hero for not telling my parents about you.”

“Uhh—“

Supervillain walked out after Villain sat down, unbuttoning their suit jacket before they sat down at the table again.

“So sorry for my earlier comments, Hero. If I had known—“

“It’s alright-“ hero began but supervillain cut them off.

“It is absolutely not alright. You are too forgiving. Let me make it up to you tomorrow, hmm?”

“I’d like that,” said hero with a small smile.

[writersagony]

Writing Prompt 30

Light filtered through the windows, shining rays on Villain's sleeping face. Hero's fingers trailed lightly over their features - their brows, cheeks, jaw- until settling in a slight pressure on Villain's bottom lip, content to wait for their lover to wake up.

Villain was very careful to remain still and calm as this happened, basking in the relaxed state Hero's fingers always brought them to.

[lesbianwriter]

Hello. May I request a shy or quiet single mother villain (who has a young child that can talk a little bit. The gender of the child is up to you) and a flirty hero who bump into each other at a store in their civilian disguises, and the hero and villain recognize each other. Hero is surprised that the villain has a child, and things sort of escalate. Fluff and maybe spiciness? Thank you.

I absolutely love your writings, and I'm sorry if I didn't explain this well enough since I'm sort of bad at explaining things.

Thank you and I think you explained it well! :)

It was the eyes.

Hero could tell who she was looking at by the eyes; it was rare that she could see Villain’s eyes, so she made sure to soak in the look of them whenever she could, and Hero was staring into her eyes, crouched over the same fallen battery pack that had fallen on the floor, their fingers touching.

Right as Hero had been approaching the last empty self checkout kiosk, suddenly there was a crash behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see a woman and a little kid on the floor, the battery display knocked over and all the packs of batteries strewn over the floor.

“Vil—“

Villain’s eyes widened. “No. No. You can’t—“ she pulled her hand away, as if smacked, and she scuttled backwards. “Go away.”

“You have a kid?” Her eyebrows crunched.

The little girl in question was clutching the bottom of Villain’s shirt, looking at Hero with the wide eyed, intense stare of barely disguised curiosity that only children could do so well.

Villain snatched the grocery basket, scooping up the groceries that had flown out of them. “I don’t know who you are.” She stumbled up to her feet, straightening her spine as if it were frozen.

“Wait—Villain.” Hero stood up, grabbing onto her wrist.

“I’ll scream.” Villain threatened, trying to rip her arm away.

“You won’t, you hate the attention.” Hero replied, loosening her hold. “I’m not trying fight, I just…is this your kid?”

Nervously, the other’s eyes flickered around the store, and they finally settled back to the floor.

She needed to know if Villain was doing okay.

She needed to know if she’d have to stop flirting with her, too, but that was second place on her priorities…but it was still there.

“Mama,” the girl said. “I want to go home now.” She pouted and began to stomp, and Villain moved her free arm to hold her kid’s hand.

“Clearly, she’s my daughter,” Villain tensed, still struggling to pull her wrist away from Hero. “I’m not doing this now. Not here.”

“Okay,” Hero resolved. “Then I’ll help you with the groceries and we’ll talk about it at your place.”

And in a snap, Villain’s head was up, like a snake lunging at their prey. “No—you do not get to waltz into my…” Her sentence died on her lips as her eyes darted to the passerby beginning to stare. Timidly, she took a breath, brows knitting together, and she opened her mouth again. “Fine.”

The word came venomously, a drop of acid off her tongue, but Hero savored the moment anyways.

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—

“You know, when I imagined cuddling you, it was in very different circumstances.” Hero yawned, her head leaning on Villain as the credits of the movie flashed. Nestled between them was Child, sound asleep, breathing calmly. “I also never imagined you’d have a kid.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me.” Villain managed, her chest rising and falling heavily. “I don’t need pity—I have my daughter, and I have myself. That’s enough.”

Her face was in a pink flush, visible even in the dull glow of the TV screen.

“I want to know if you’re okay.” Hero replied softly, dropping the usual smirk she’d have seeing Villain blush. “It’s not out of pity, it’s because I care.”

Hero couldn’t shake the feeling of all the what ifs. What if she had succeeded in getting Villain arrested? What if, all those times that they held knives and guns at each other, Hero was able to bring herself to do it?

It did sound a lot like pity, now that she heard her own thoughts, but for all the reasons she had to hate Villain, she didn’t have enough to condemn her child too.

“Where’s the dad?” Hero whispered.

Villain’s breath caught in her throat, the hitch of her breath audible. “Gone.” Her head was against Hero’s shoulder, and she didn’t flinch away when Hero poked at her hand. “I never expected a child—I barely even knew I was pregnant—and when I found out…he didn’t love me enough to stick around.”

“You’re unbelievably strong.” Hero said.

She didn’t know the right thing to say—she didn’t know the right thing to do—all she could do is her best. Villain didn’t want pity, so she certainly did want any ‘I’m sorry’s,’ but other than that…Hero was lost.

Her job was to do the obvious.

Rescue people from villains. Save cats from trees. Those were situations where the right and the wrong were clearly drawn in black and white, but the grey areas in between were murkier. There wasn’t any clear-cut solution, and nothing was ever predictable.

Those were the scariest.

“I know.” Villain mumbled quietly.

It was quiet for a little while, the only sound being the TV playing previews and ads for other movies, and Hero tucked the blanket tighter around Child.

“She did it on purpose, getting us to hug.”

Smiling, Hero recalled how the little girl had insisted that both of them had an arm around her. She insisted on being in the center, and whenever anyone tried to move their arm, she dragged it right back where it was.

Hero chuckled. “We should do this more often. I usually imagined this type of thing in a bedroom, though…”

“There’s a child here.” Villain rolled her eyes.

Not long after that, Villain fell asleep.

Before Hero left, she wrote down her number, leaving it on the fridge on one of the few empty spaces among all the drawings, and she adjusted the blanket to wrap Villain and her child snugly.

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A few days later, Hero’s phone rang in a conference.

Her boss glared at her—not an unusual occurrence, given her affinity for flirting with villains—and she quickly slipped outside to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“I—Is now a bad time?” Villain asked, barely suppressing her sniffling.

“Are you okay?” Hero questioned, eyebrows raising.

“I didn’t want to bother you…” Villain hesitated. There was a long pause and a shaky, deep breath. “Child isn’t feeling well, and I don’t want to leave her alone when I get the medicine. If it’s a bad time—“

“No, no.” Hero insisted. “I can come over in about an hour…but are you sure that you aren’t getting sick, too?”

The sneeze Hero overheard was enough of an answer.

[mylittlewumperland]

( hero recklessly driving villain, who is in the backseat either bleeding or like something's wrong )

Hero's hands gripped the steering wheel. They kept anxiously glancing into the rearview mirror, then quickly looking back to the road before they swerved off.

" ughh... "

Villain mumbled in the backseat. They gripped their thigh tightly, eyes glowing hazy as blood dripped through their fingers.

" J-just hold on a bit longer ( villain ) alright?"

Hero mumbled, mostly to themselves. Hero jerked the steering wheel to the side, trying to avoid the trash on the road.

" HEY- " Villain groaned in the back, pain spiked up their leg as another sharp turn pushed them into the door.

" imsorryimsorryimsorry - "

" it's not like I'm in ANY PAIN BACK HERE! " Villain snapped back.

" well MAYBE if you hadn't gotten STABBED in the first place-- "

" ( HERO ) WATCH THE ROAD!! "

" what? "

" THE ROAD!! "

" OH CRAP-- "

Hero jerked the car to the side, sending villain into another spasm of pain .

They started to breathe heavily. Villain glanced at the seat of the car, with each light that passed over the road, they saw more and more blood.

" ( HERO )??.. "

" WHAT ( VILLAIN )? "

" THERE'S A LOT OF FUDGING BLOOD BACK HERE! "

" WELL TRY AND STOP THE BLEEDING! HOW BOUT THAT?! "

Hero took another sharp turn, their tires leaving skidd marks on the tar of the road, earning them loud honks from the drivers around them.

" ( VILLAIN )? HOWS THE BLEEDING!? "

Hero waited for a answer.

" ( villain )?.. "

They reached their hand up and adjusted the mirror onto villain.

Villain lay their limp on the leather seats, their hand still weakly gripping the wound.

" ( VILLAIN )!? "

Hero floored the gas pedal, praying that they could hold on just a bit longer...

' ' please please please...hold on a bit longer... ' ' - hero desperately thought.

[traailmix]

The Gift Of Art

Hero tapped their stylus against their lip, brows furrowed in whatever they should add next to their piece.

Their drawing process was pretty sloppy, honestly. They always had a brief idea of what they wanted to draw, but nothing that specific. When they actually sat down to draw, they just rolled with it.

This particular drawing, though, was inspired by somebody who was ironically closer with them than anybody ever had been.

Villain.

The drawing so far, was a rough colored sketch, 2 people, presumably a hero and a villain, passionately..going at it.

In the fight-y way, of course.

Hero's face went beet red at the implication they had accidentally made in their mind, before sighing.

"So THIS is what you do in your free time!"

Oh god.

"I never knew you were an artist!" Villain walked over next to them from the window, leaning their chin on the Hero's head.

"Yeah, well, I think the reason is because I never told ya." They wasted no time in barking back, trying to focus on their art and not the painfully close villain.

"Do you get money for it?"

"Bingo. it's—one of my main sources of income."

"Really?" They took their head off Hero's, turning to look at them.

"Well, I don't get paid for stopping your BS each weak." They giggled.

"No wonder you always look so tired—" The villain turned their chair around, making the Hero face them. "—You stay up all night drawing, don't you?"

"It's not that bad. At least it isn't something I hate." They shrugged, before focusing on the Villain's face. Specifically how close it was to their own.

They cursed their bloodstream for having a natural reaction.

Villain laughed softly at their reaction, causing Hero to flush more.

"Get a life!" They barked, before turning their chair back. "I've gotta finish this anyway. You're distracting me."

The villain smiled sadly. "Promise me you'll take a break?"

"I can't make any promises."

"Well, lucky for you," Their nemesis sat on their bed. "I'm not leaving until you get some sleep."

They didn't plan on leaving even when the Hero did.

[sammysorrowful]

Words are Hell, But Less With You - Hero x Villain Snippet

The stoic Hero and the witty, suave Villain have been more personal. Hero wants something not even they understand from Villain. But Hero isn’t good with words.

“Why is it always the filthy alleyways?” Hero muttered as they were pushed against the wall by Villain. Villain invaded Hero’s precious personal space, though not to the complaint of Hero. “‘Cause, shady alleyways in the middle of nowhere is always a good place for some stuff to go down, no?” Villain replied with a wink.

“I suppose, however, you have to understand how filthy this place is.” Hero continued as Villain smiled devilishly. The kind of look only they could pull off. Villain laughed, just a bit. “What? Would you rather out in the open?” Villain joked, laughing further. “I know you would hate that.” They added. They leaned forward once more, going back into Hero’s space. Hero could feel Villains breath on their neck. Something in Hero spoke. Villain and Hero had done this countless times. And Hero never regretted a single time. However, something spoke. Hero wanted more. It felt greedy of them to say, but they wanted more of…something to do with Villain, but in a very specific way that they didn’t know how to say. Hero didn’t know how to say a lot of things. But Villain always did find a way to understand. 

“Villain…” Hero said their name, the name itself drenched in a kind of sweetness that Villain loved. “Yes, dearest?” Villain replied. Hero couldn’t find the words. Villain stopped and they leaned back to where they and Hero locked eyes. “Dearest?” Villain added, just making sure. The words got caught in Hero’s throat. Villain figured that them being in Hero’s space wouldn’t help them speak. So Villain leaned back out and out of Hero’s space, giving them room to figure their thoughts out. “I…” Hero couldn’t find their words. “Desire something…From you.” They specified. Villain slightly giggled at that. Hero always loved that. Villain never did make Hero feel like a burden, and yet Hero was never quite sure of how they managed to do it. “Whatever it is, just say the words, dearest. I'll find a way to put them together." Villain said, flashing Hero a wink and finger-guns. Hero rolled their eyes at that. “You are so unbelievably corny.” Hero stated. Villain giggled again. “That’s my job, isn’t it?” Villain replied with their usual smile. Hero evaded their eyes. Villain’s expression didn’t sour. “I don’t mean to make this a police interrogation, so how about a game?” Villain suggested. “To try and help ya figure what ya want out.” Villain continued and slightly leaned back against the opposite wall of the alleyway. “What kind of game?” Hero replied. “It’s an easy one. It’ll help ya narrow stuff down, I think. All you have to do is say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ No need for explanation. Okay?” Villain explained. Hero vaguely nodded. Villain smiled. 

“Is what you want from me an item or something like that?” Villain began. Hero paused, and thought. No. But it was certainly something to do with Villain. “Not quite.” Hero answered, looking up at Villain. “Is it something emotionally represented physically?” “You’re certainly utilizing your vocabulary today.” Hero muttered. “I try.” Villain said somewhat sarcastically. Hero smiled. “It’s…both emotional and physical, I can feel it.” Hero stated whole-heartedly. Villain nodded. “Is it old or new?” Villain asked. Villain seemed to be enjoying themselves in this little game. 

“It’s new, I know that. However, it feels like it is centuries old, like it has been sleeping within me for as long as I’ve lived.” Hero answered. “Poetic, as usual.” Villain commented. They slightly leaned forward again, getting invested. “Are you ashamed at all? Of whatever it is you want?” Villain asked. They looked over at the Hero, who contemplated. They quickly came to an answer. “Not at all.” Hero said. They couldn’t care less what people thought about them and Villain.

“Mhhmm, well, Hero, do you want what you think you can’t have? You heroes tend to do that, from what I’ve heard.” Villain suggested. Hero paused once more, but not hesitated. “I never thought I couldn’t have them.” Hero answered. “Them?” Villain repeated, just a bit confused. Hero froze for a moment, as if someone had hit pause on them. And the realization hit them like a bus. The ‘material’ was not an item at all. But rather…the physical comfort that Villain loved to exhibit so often. The emotional coordination being their absolute care for Villain. It made sense, then.

“I want you. To be with you. Not just with you but by you at all. In a way not like this. But in a way…a way where we…are...together.” It didn’t make much sense, but they were finding the words. The words were natural. A kind of natural Hero never knew. The words were still clunky, but Hero knew how hard they stumbled over the words, they’d find them.

Hero knew they could be there all day, and Villain would listen to every word.

[amethystpath-writes]

Sea of Diamonds

(NOT A PR0MPT)

hello! you are the first (and only it seems) person that i've ever seen write hero x leader, and i actually really like it! i think it's a cute dynamic, and would love to see more of it!

so if it's okay, could you please write another snippet with this dynamic? thank you! :D i hope you have a lovely day <33

You know, I can’t say what possessed me to write it, but I’m glad everyone seemed to like it!! I hope you have a lovely day, too, nonny :)

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“You know this is illegal, right?”

Hero squinted. “Mm, not sure about that.” Her feet touched the ground and she pushed off, sending her chair spinning in circles. “It’s probably not preferable- citizens might suspect you pressured me into it, but I doubt it.”

Leader huffed. “So the people might hate me, which means the agency would lose everything.”

“It’s marriage,” Hero said, planting her feet firmly on the carpeted floor. “It’s not like you’re spending the night with Villain. That would be a spectacle. It’s me. I’m a much better bride than Villain.”

“Still,” Leader ran a hand through his thick hair. “It’s a risk.” There had to be a balance, right? If Leader married Hero, he risked the agency falling apart, meaning Villain would be on the loose, along with any devious comrades.

“What makes you think anyone will even care?” Hero asked. “If anything, I think they would celebrate.” She shrugged and stood from her- well, Leader’s- chair before walking over to the wine fridge. “Buttery”- Hero pulled out a yellow-tinted wine- “or sweet?”- and she pulled out a red one. Biting her lip, she decided she might as well take both. “We would become this big power-duo in the city, and who knows, maybe the team would even respect me a little more.”

Missing the point, Leader sighed. “They do respect you. They just-”

“That’s not what we’re talking about right now- open this?” As Leader took the bottle, Hero strode across the room back to her desk, where she already had wine glasses placed. It was supposed to be a celebratory night; her and Leader were engaged (even if it were secret). Instead, Leader was riddled with worry. Surely, Hero thought, the wine would be necessary now. “My point is that we love each other, and no matter what happens, we’ll be there for each other. Whether that means your employees sneer at me in the hallways-”

“They wouldn’t.”

“-or the citizens think you’re as big of a bad guy as Villain, or nothing happens at all and we’re simply a happy couple...” Hero took a breath. “Whatever the outcome, we experience it together. I have your back.” She took the opened wine bottle out of Leader’s hands and began pouring the crimson liquid into his glass before handing it to him.

He took the glass and nodded. “And I have yours.”

Hero paused in pouring her own drink. “You still have more to say.”

Yes, he did. He was still just as worried as before, which was a shock considering all the risks he’d taken already. Every mission which Leader organized came with the thought that the team- that Hero- may never return. And now he was supposed to marry her with that in mind? “Is it selfish of me to be scared?”

“Of what?”

“This marriage,” he explained with a slow blink. “I’ve never been married. I’m not the type of person to be married. I count the heads of people who walk in the door and report to someone else if the expected number is below what it should be.” Leader was out of breath. And the glass in his hand was wet with sweat. “What if I lose you?”

Hero always meant something to Leader, but now she would mean more. As much as he loved her, he never let himself fully experience that feeling.  It was a dangerous thing.

“Would you feel better if you married Villain?” Hero joked, and maybe it wasn’t the time for it, but Leader’s lips curled up, and that was all she wanted. “Think about it. You don’t love her- let alone like her. She is quite literally the most wanted person, which means she’ll eventually be in custody, or even dead. With no emotional attachment and some financial benefits, she’s the perfect bride.”

Leader could almost laugh. Hero was good at pulling him out of his funks. She was the only one that saw through him- peered into his fears and insecurities- and she was the only one that could pull him out of them.

It was moments like these where he remembered that it didn’t matter what the rest of the world thought about him, or even the rest of the agency. If it meant having Hero at his side, he would take the brute of every hit.

To be known was all Leader ever wanted, even if he hadn’t realized it until Hero strode along. Before her, he thought he wanted the opposite- to be so well-masked that no one knew a thing about him: the things he’d been through, the memories he had, the scars he bore- both physically and mentally...

But here he was now...a girl in his room and two glasses of wine. Leader had never been a drinker; it made him too vulnerable, too unaware, too dependent on anyone besides himself.

With Hero in the room, though, twirling wine in her glass as if the liquid were a sea of diamonds she couldn’t wait to adorn, nothing else mattered to him.

“Villain could never give me the life you have.”

“Ah, breaking out the sappiness, are we?” Hero took a sip of her wine now, and Leader suddenly realized that he never saw Hero pour herself drink. Had he really been so distracted? “I think the sappiness deserves a place in time, especially when it sometimes leads to kisses. Does it lead to kisses now, Leader?”

He didn’t have to say a word back. Leader set his glass down before reaching to Hero, grabbing her glass, and setting it beside his own. He held his hands out and waited for Hero to take hold of them before hoisting her in. “I love you, you know that?”

Hero smiled against his chest. “I love you, too.”

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Im here from our convo on discord! Have fun, I can't wait! Villain with water powers, gets upset over something and storms off, hero is worried about them and follows after but by the time they catch up villain is already chilling at the bottom of the pool and maybe hero can't swim or something so they can't get villain's attention or maybe they don't want to disturb them until they calm down so they decide to simply wait for them to come out. Villain emerges a while later to find hero had fallen asleep on the floor next to the pool while waiting for them and feels bad but also loses all anger villain had for them seeing how much hero cares so villain tucks them into bed.

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The argument had been going on for some time.

“This is why we can’t have nice things!” Villain spat.

“What are you talking about!?” Hero countered, “I get hit one time and you’re calling it quits?”

“No, I’m calling it quits because you’re so reckless in everything you do, that I’m saving you more than I’m fighting you! I’m a villain! You see how that’s a problem, right!?”

“Villain-”

Villain held up a finger for silence, looking away from Hero in an attempt to collect themselves.

“No.” they said, “no more talking, no more arguing. I’m going to my quiet place, and you are not going to bother me.”

At that, Villain turned on their heel and stormed off. Hero bit their lip, debating whether to follow them. By the time they did decide to follow them, Villain was already at the bottom of their enormous pool- in the deep end no less, right where Hero couldn’t get to them. Hero’s ice powers made them particularly buoyant, to the point that if they tried to swim, they’d just float back up to the top. Convenient for a water-breathing Villain that wanted to be left alone.

So Hero did leave them alone. They sat on the ground for what felt like hours, the only sounds being the rustle of the trees and the steady stream of bubbles coming up from Villain’s spot on the pool floor. Occasionally, some birds would start chirping and a soothing summer breeze would blow by. All the quiet made Hero just want to close their eyes for a minute… yeah, just a minute…

…

Villain took a deep breath, then looked up to the surface. Judging by the orange light filtering through the water, the sun was starting to set. Hero had really riled them up this time. They were endearing, but so impulsive, always getting themselves into some kind of trouble that Villain inevitably had to get them out of. Why? Well, no one else was going to do it, and frankly, Villain cared about them, more than they wanted to admit. Villain took another deep breath and started to swim up to the surface, feeling much calmer now.

When their head broke above the surface, they were greeted by soft, gentle snores. Villain quietly climbed out of the pool and looked at Hero, their gaze softening at the sight. Hero had fallen asleep on the ground, half sitting up and half laying down. That couldn’t be comfortable. Villain tutted quietly, then used their powers to collect all the water that was clinging to them. They formed the droplets into a large ball and silently poured it back into the pool.

Villain picked Hero up in a bridal carry, and started to bring them inside the manor. Hero stirred a little in their sleep.

“Mm?”

“Shh,” Villain soothed, “go back to sleep.”

Hero didn’t need to be told twice. They settled back down into a peaceful slumber, just as Villain laid them down in their bed. They tucked them in under the covers, then tucked a strand of hair behind their ear. They drew the curtains shut and left the room, a bit of guilt bubbling up inside them, but it was accompanied by the warm feeling of affection. It was amazing what water could do.

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Drunk Hero (Prompt 2)

Warning: drinking/being drunk

Villain hurried to their lair, their footsteps echoing against the pavement. As they turned a corner, they stumbled upon Hero, swaying unsteadily on their feet, clearly intoxicated.

"Hero, what are you doing out here? It's not safe." Villain questioned, taking in Hero's ragged appearance.

Hero blinked, their gaze unfocused as they tried to focus on Villain. "Villaaain! You... you looook like an eeeegg, you knoow? But like... a cute eeeegg." They replied slurring many words together.

Villain's eyebrows shot up in surprise, not sure how to respond. "Uh, thank you?" Villain's voice wavered.

Hero's drunken ramblings continued, their words becoming more and more affectionate. "And your leather jacket... I looove it. It's sooo... coool. Aaand your eyes... They're like... like a pool of honeyyy in the sunn. I could stare into them foreverrr."

Villain felt their cheeks flush at Hero's words, a warmth spreading through their chest at the unexpected praise. VIllain held Hero's wrist, bringing them back to their layer, trying their best to ignore the Hero's rant about Villain. As the Villain tucked Hero in and turned to leave, they felt a tug on their wrist. Startled, they turned back to see Hero clutching onto them with surprising strength.

Hero pleaded, "Pleasee Villain. Stay with meee."

Villain's heart skipped a beat at the earnestness in Hero's voice, their gaze meeting Hero's pleading eyes. Villain tried to refuse the hero's offer but Hero just shook their head, refusing to let go of Villain's wrist.

Hero decided to make puppy eyes, "Pleaseee villaaain, do you want to breaak my heaart?"

Villain tried their best not to give in to the hero's pleading look, but they failed. With a sigh, they sank onto the couch next to Hero.

A small smile tugged at Hero's lips as they relaxed their head onto Villain's shoulder. Villain's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected gesture, their cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"You knooow, Villaaain... You're just a biggg softieee pretending to be a baad guy." Hero said, planting a kiss on Villain's cheek.

Villain's breath caught in their throat at the display of Hero's unexpected soft side, deeping the blush painted on their cheeks. They looked at the Hero but they were already asleep, their breaths steady and even. Villain couldn't help but lean in closer, pressing their own lips to Hero's forehead in a silent promise to watch over them through the night and hoping the hero doesn't remember this tomorrow.

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...is it possible for some fluff with the hero or villain being scared of the dark and villain/hero comforting them?

- SleepyAnon (I’malwaystiredorsleepywhenisendsasksooo)

A/N: I’M NOT CRYING OVER THE FACT THAT I HAVE A REGULAR NONNIE WITH A NICKNAME NO NOT AT ALL🤧 Anyway, this right here is a good prompt and I love it, full stop. I love this, I love a good fluff fic, so this was the perfect thing to write 😊

Warnings: Power outage, storm, slight fear, slight anxiety reference to vampires

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Hero grasped their hands to their chest, flinching as another resounding clap of thunder rolled over the air. They just needed to find a light switch. Stark white lightning flashed outside, illuminating the darkened warehouse for only a second. It didn’t do Hero any good though, as they’d immediately blinked and jumped at the harsh movement of the shadows.

Taking a silent breath, Hero tried to gather up their courage. The sooner they found the light switch, the better. Then they could get what they came here for and…

Hero gasped, whirling around and swinging their fist as someone tapped their shoulder. A firm hand caught their wrist.

“A little jumpy today are you, Hero?”

“V-villain?” they gaped, blinking hard into the darkness. They couldn’t even make out their own hand, let alone the person they supposed stood in front of them. Their follow-up question came out like a mouse squeak. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m your informant, or did Operative not tell you?” Villain let go of their wrist.

Hero shook their head, knowing full well Villain could see them perfectly. Damn their night vision. They grumbled, “And you couldn’t’ve flicked the lights on at least?”

“Power’s out all over town,” Villain replied, the hint of amusement in their voice. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little storm?”

Hero shifted on their feet. “I’m not.”

They imagined Villain was giving them that look, the one that called them out on their bluff. The cocked eyebrow, the subtle head tilt, and that damning gleam in their eye. Sighing heavily, Hero crossed their arms. “It’s not entirely the storm. It’s the dark, okay? Now just tell me what you came to tell me so we can go.”

“You’re afraid of the dark?” There was the sound of feet scuffing the cement floor of the warehouse. It was the only warning Hero had before Villain was a little too close to them. For the first time since they’d entered the warehouse, Hero could make out the outline of their body. If they stared into the dark hard enough, they could just make out their basic features. Villain shook their head. “The city’s darling hero, afraid of the dark.” They chuckled lightly and Hero instantly flushed with anger. But Villain went on. “All this time, fighting you, trying to figure out your weaknesses, and all I had to do was flick the lights off during a warehouse fight? Damn, I defected about a week too soon.”

Lightning flashed again. Hero caught the briefest glance of Villain’s face in the light. The sneer they’d expected wasn’t there at all. Instead, the softest of smiles graced Villain’s face, their eyes sparkling with unshed laughter. But not at the Hero’s expense.

No, if the Hero had any sense at all, they’d say it was at the irony of something they hadn’t known.

“Why did you defect?” Hero whispered.

Leaning closer, Villain tapped their nose. “Let’s say someone inspired me.” Taking Hero’s hand, they gave them a tug and began leading the way out of the warehouse. “How about we talk about it somewhere with a little more light?”

Hero stumbled after them. “I thought you said that the power’s out all over town?”

Villain hummed. “It is, but I know a place with at least three lanterns and one incredibly comfortable blanket.”

“And why should I go with you? How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“You don’t.” Hero caught Villain’s smirk in the next flash of lightning just as they’d pushed open the warehouse door and stepped out into the pounding rain.

Following after them, Hero’s stomach clenched tighter. But rather than jerk away from Villain, Hero found themselves drawing closer to Villain with each rumble of thunder that boomed overhead. No matter how much their mind told them that going with their nemesis was a horrible idea, that whisper of fear in their bones wouldn’t let them deny that being in the presence of someone else was rather nice.

Moving quickly through the still town, Villain led them down a few more streets until they came to an abandoned industrial complex not far from the warehouse. Hero had long suspected the complex to be Villain’s lair, but had never been able to prove it. Watching silently as Villain pulled a keycard from the inner pocket of their jacket, they found themselves cursing internally. Villain waved the card over a reader beside the door, and the light indicator turned green.

“You lied to me,” Hero seethed, their chest burning with anger.

Villain tutted. “You’re so quick to judge, dear Hero. My security is run on back up generators, along with a few essentials like the kitchen appliances. It’s called riding out a storm in comfort.”

Hero swallowed. They followed Villain inside the dim hallway, light only by an emergency light in the distance. “Right. Sorry.”

Letting their hand drop, Villain shed their jacket and hung it on a coat rack beside the door. Holding out a hand, Hero eyed them suspiciously before hesitantly handing them their drenched jacket.

“Shoes too. I hate moping,” Villain said, taking off their own.

Hero breathed deeply, kicking off their shoes and leaving them on the mat beside Villain’s. “This isn’t any better than the warehouse, you know.”

“That’s because we haven’t gotten to the lanterns or the areas powered by the generator yet,” Villain assured them, taking them by the hand once more. “Besides, did you really want to be alone, in the dark, with this storm raging?”

Hero bit the inside of their cheek. They wouldn’t dignify that with an answer. But that certainly didn’t stop Villain from carrying on their one-sided conversation. What was it with villains and monologues? What was it with villains and rhetorical questions?

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to be either,” they said. “If this was my fear I was dealing with, I wouldn’t want to be alone. But in all fairness, my fear isn’t exactly something I have to deal with too often.”

“And what’s that?” Hero asked, trying to keep track of where Villain was taking them.

“Vampires.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

“No really,” Villain said, stopping in the middle of the hallway and turning to them. “I don’t like vampires. They’re creepy and they’re nocturnal.”

“You’re nocturnal,” Hero pointed out, walking with Villain as they continued down the hallway.

“Well yeah, that’s why I’m afraid of them,” Villain explained. “I’m more likely to cross paths with them than you are. Have you ever met a vampire?”

Hero frowned. “Well…no, but—”

“There’s no ‘but’ about it,” Villain interrupted, turning into a room and reaching out. Hero blinked against the light that flooded the kitchen. “Unless you’ve met a vampire, you can’t understand how terrifying they can be. Nocturnal or no, the night still belongs to them.”

Hero’s eyes flicked to them. There wasn’t a trace of humor on Villain’s features. Villain wasn’t a jokester by nature, but they certainly had their sarcastic moments and did their fair share of teasing Hero while they were fighting. But now?

Now they were a sort of serious Hero had never seen from them before.

“Did…did you not want to be alone tonight because of the storm and the power outage?” they asked.

Villain took a step away, slowly pulling their hand from Hero’s. “Maybe…” Glancing away, they added, “I didn’t exactly plan this, I mean, I’m not mother nature. I can’t control the weather, but then being in the warehouse…I guess I got a little spooked too.”

Hero nodded. “You said you had a comfy blanket?”

Villain nodded, a small smile coming to their face. “T.V.’s hooked up to the generator. So long as there’s still an internet connection, we could binge something.”

“I hope you have popcorn.”

Villain scoffed. “Of course I do. What kind of villain do you take me for? A classless wannabe?”

“No,” Hero laughed, “I just didn’t think you’d keep popcorn in your lair.”

“Lair?” Villain opened a cabinet, glancing over their shoulder at them. “I’ll have you know, I live here too. Saves me a ton of money.”

Hero raised their brow. “Oh, I’m sure. Does saving a ton of money also happen to fall under ‘evading taxes’ too?”

“I plead the fifth,” Villain said, pulling a popcorn maker down from the cabinet along with a bag of kernels.

Hero leaned against the center island, watching Villain set up the popcorn maker. Folding their arms against their chest, they said, “Ignoring that little fact, what do you want to watch?”

Villain wrinkled their nose, measuring out the kernels. “Nothing scary, obviously. And I hate comedies.”

“I hate action flicks,” Hero added, “What about Hit Sci-Fi show?”

“Nah, I’ve seen it,” Villain shouted over the popping of the kernels. “What about Old Fantasy movie?”

Hero straightened, bouncing on their heels excitedly. “I love that movie!”

“Then Old Fantasy movie it is.” Villain melted the butter in the microwave and poured it generously over the freshly popped bowl of popcorn. “I have the whole collection on DVD, the extended edition with—”

“The deleted scenes?” Hero burst, grinning from ear to ear. “So we’re gonna watch them all, right?”

Villain chuckled, leading the way into the living room. “I’m free the next couple of days. You?”

“It could take a while for them to get the power back on…”

Watching each other from opposite ends of the couch, Hero and Villain seemed to consider each other as if it were the first time they’d ever met. Intensely studying Villain, Hero wondered if it were possible to be friends knowing what they’d done in the past, and who they’d been involved with.

Quietly, they asked, “You’re really defecting from Supervillain’s coalition?”

“Yeah,” Villain nodded. Their jaw twitched as their head bowed. “I never wanted to go this far. There’s too much collateral for me, too many innocents getting caught up in their quest to topple the corruption.”

“I see,” Hero said. “Then I guess we should talk about that…you know, after the movie?”

Villain’s head snapped up. Eyeing them curiously, they said, “You still want to watch it?”

Hero shrugged. “We did make popcorn. Besides,” they said, plopping down on the couch, “you promised me lanterns and a comfy blanket if I came with you.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Villain chuckled, setting down the bowl of popcorn beside Hero on the couch.

“You did.” Hero took a handful of popcorn and watched Villain grab a blanket from an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room by the window.

“Then I guess I should keep my promise.”

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Book it 📗

Based on this thread inspired by a prompt by @auratusaria and its continuations by @freefallingup13 and Spectre aka @world-of-fire-and-flight!

[ID: Pingu the penguin angrily sticking a pink heart on a card, with top text "When your favorite author turns out to be your nemesis" and bottom text "but you still need them to write the next installment" end ID]

Hero's jaw dropped, "It was you? All along?"

"Surprised?"

"Obviously! I told yo— I told Author Name my fan theories! My OTPs, my NOTPs!" They couldn't believe it. They were talking to their favorite author all along? They gasped! "I told you about my AUs and fanfics and fanart!"

"And as fun and validating all of that was, I also found your fandom blog by the way," Hero visibly paled, "and I loved reading every single one of your fanfics, not to mention your insightful analyses and theories. I also adore the incorrect quotes you make, very in-character. And since we're airing out dirty laundry, then, to be entirely honest, the only reason your OTP is canon right now is because I wanted to see if you'd be distracted enough at our next fight. And you were!"

"But- but- they were endgame from the start!"

"Nope! I never intended that! They were supposed to be friends, nothing more."

"But all the clues! The foreshadowing!"

"All in that shipper brain of yours, Hero. But I will be taking the credit, of course. And for all the theories and ideas I had thought up all along and you were just 'right' about."

"I'll pummel you!"

"Not if you want your OTP alive, dearie."

"But-"

"Sorry, Hero. But here," they took out a thick hardcover from their duffel bag, "Here's the next book. Hasn't hit the shelves yet."

The crime-fighter reached for the book, a mix of suspicion and giddiness. It was weird. Their favorite author was their nemesis? What's next? Their online friend is Supervillain? Well, they do both like the color blue... Hmmm...

"Earth to Hero?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah." They took the book.

"Open it. To the dedication."

Hero did. It said,

To my favorite fan. You're my hero.

And it was signed by the author.

When Hero looked up, Villain was gone. And so was the priceless antique typewriter. Stolen from right under Hero's nose. Just like their heart.

---Fin---

A/N: SO. I feel mean about Villain taking all the credit sooooooo they own up to everything eventually and give Hero their due credit :)

Also... Spectre's totally shipping this hero and villain!!! I never intended it! They talked me into it!!! They're a shipper! Their secret's out! MWAHAHAHAHA 😈 /lh Love ya, fellow villain! Even if you are a sucker for an adorable hero :)

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The Hero and The Infant part 2

Read part one here!

I found this orphaned in my drafts and I don’t know why I never posted it but here you go now, eat that up it’s good for you

*~*~*~*~*

“Villain.”

The hero didn’t shout it. They didn’t need to. Villain would hear them fine even over all the destruction and screaming and emergency services.

Hero just stared from the street up at Villain and villain looked down at Hero. Hero lifted their hand in a wave and then pulled the cigarette from their lips, exhaling a lungful of smoke.

“Hero-“ sidekick began but Hero shook their head.

“It’s okay kid. I got it from here,” hero said still staring at Villain. “So you gonna invite me up or do I have to climb twelve flights of stairs?”

Villain just stared. Sidekick moved forward, suddenly hesitant in bringing hero here. Just as they opened their mouth to say it to hero, they were wrenched into the sky by an invisible hand and suddenly hero was below them.

“Fucking shit,” Hero cursed, flicking their cigarette to the ground as they started running to the apartment building to the left of Villain and taking the stairs two at a time.

Villain stared at sidekick with a scientific kind of curiosity. “You’re new,” Villain purred. Their voice like liquid silver dancing it’s way through the sky to Sidekick’s ears sending a shiver down their spine.

“Yeah. I’m Superhero’s sidekick.”

Villain tilted their head to the side. “Do you know the mortality rate of Superhero’s previous sidekicks?”

Sidekick stared villain in the eye as they said, “I do.”

“And you took the job anyways?”

“I did.”

“Hmm. Not very chatty. You remind me of an old friend of mine.”

“Hero, I’m guessing.”

Villain smiled. “Yes. My dear cantankerous hero.”

“I met them today. They were difficult.”

“Nothing easy is worth anything, sidekick. Some parting advice.”

“You’re letting me go?”

“Oh yes,” said Villain. “Quite literally.”

Sidekick didn’t have time to process Villain’s words before wind rushed through their clothes, through their hair, through them as they fell like a comet to earth.

Then their momentum stopped suddenly and they were swinging into a brick wall, their arm yanked out of its socket and Hero above them, leaning out a broken window, two feet planted on the sill and pulled Sidekick up despite their cries and cursing.

“God, I know. I’m sorry sidekick. You shouldn’t have been here.”

“Fucking what the fuck?!” Sidekick mewled cradling their arm to their chest.

“Villain doesn’t usually act like this,” Hero told them matter to factly.

“What?”

“They don’t usually act this way. First impressions are everything but I swear there’s good in them.”

Sidekick blinked at Hero as Hero helped them to their feet. “You’re defending them?!”

“Well it’s my fault you see. I haven’t been returning their texts.”

“You haven’t— what?!”

“Your shoulder—“ hero said. “It’s dislocated.”

“No fucking shit! You yanked it out of it’s socket!”

“Would you rather be a splat on the concrete? Cause I can still push you out the window.”

Sidekick walked to the stairwell and braced themselves against the wall. Hero stepped forward a warning on their lips: “kid, I wouldn’t do th—“

A resounding pop and a shriek of pain from sidekick as they slid down the wall, breathing harshly through gritted teeth.

Hero opened their mouth, but Sidekick just held up a finger and wagged it in Hero’s stupid face: “don’t. Say. Anything.”

Sidekick braced themselves against the wall, sliding up it with a groan of pain and rolled their shoulder. Forwards. Backwards. Then they set their furious eyes on Hero and without a word turned and started ascending the stairwell to the roof.

Hero laughed, stunned at the kid’s resilience and followed them up the stairs. “Do you want some—“

“Just shut the hell up,” Sidekick said, kicking the door to the roof open and looking down pointedly at Hero who was midway through taking a bag of sweets from their pocket. “And go out and do your job.”

“Yes boss,” Hero said with a smile, putting a fizzy lace through their teeth. They emerged onto the roof, arms spread wide and yelled: “what the fuck are ya doing?” to Villain who was no doubt still floating in the sky, and Sidekick sat down heavy on the steps and took a few deep breaths before joining Hero on the roof.

*~*~*~*~*

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