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epiclamer · 3 days
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Good god (tw: some light undertone themes of suicidal thoughts and self destruction/harm) but with lots of comfort to come so dont worryyyy
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The rain poured down the hero’s face, they had their chin tilted up high towards the light grey clouds as if the mist surrounding them was suffocating. Their eyes were closed, but that didn’t stop the pelting droplets from finding their way under the hero’s eyelids.
It felt somewhat like relief, the cool water soaking through every single layer of their clothes. It eased their mind and their wounds, washed the blood from their chin and nose.
It stilled such a busy world.
On the other hand, the hero was freezing. It must’ve been at least six hours since they had had their arms wrenched behind their back and duck taped together to keep them bound to a school yard post. A singular piece covering their lips to keep them from shouting for help.
It was so simple compared to the intricate traps they had been stuck within before. Nonetheless, for some reason it was also the hardest to escape.
Partially, Hero knew it was because they had no will to. They had gone through the darkened alley behind the school knowing they were going to get jumped. They had let themselves be beaten and hogtied, they had accepted a concussion and a busted nose.
Hero knew if they were ever to talk this out with the Agency’s therapist there would be words strung out around the concept of ‘goodness’ and ‘greatness’.
Hero didn’t feel all that good—let alone great.
Hero didn’t feel anything except exhausted. So they had slumped back against the post, legs sprawled out against the asphalt, haphazardly painted with basketball gym lines.
Their arms were burning from the awkward position and consistent strain and the hero ignored it all the same. It was the weekend, so there would be no concerned teachers to save them and definitely no kids out to play in this weather. And sure, if they wanted, they could break free—they were a hero after all—but for now they just sat.
Unwilling and unwanting of any form of further freedom as the hypothermic chill coating their skin slowly reached into their bones.
“To freeze or not to freeze…” Hero’s eyes snapped open at the sudden familiar voice coming from behind them. “That is the question~” Villain’s head poked out from around the post where the hero lay still bound.
They stepped around to face the hero straight on, crouching down to meet at their level. “Sucker for punishment? Or are you just really too weak to get yourself out of some lousy tape?”
The villain grinned, even through the heavy rain the hero could practically feel the other’s heat and see their sultry eyes. They squirmed, suddenly all too uncomfortable in their position as they tried to push themselves up into a standing position.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The criminal laughed, watching their nemesis wriggle helplessly and increasingly more desperately against their bonds. They reached up, one hand delicately cupping the hero’s face as the other ripped the duct tape off their lips in one swift movement.
Hero gasped mostly in pain, slightly due to their racing heartbeat. “Fuck— Villain—”
Gently the villain’s thumb brushed over the hero’s bottom lip, wiping the blood away with the rain water that tainted everything it could touch. Hero took in another deep breath, collecting themselves from a moment ago before looking into the villain’s eyes again.
“Need some help?”
The crime-stopper wanted to shake their head no, they wanted to spit at the villain and break free on their own, instead they mumbled an incoherent form of yes and let themselves be brought to their feet in a single pull. The villain’s hands did not leave the hero’s sides even after they were steady on their feet and Hero couldn’t help but notice just how cold they truly were without the villain’s warmth.
The villain didn’t question them a second time, once they were sure the hero could stand on their own they reached one hand into their pocket for their smaller knife. Flipping it open while their other hand still rested against the hero’s hip, wrapping their armed hand around the hero’s body to cut away the remaining tape from their arms.
And for the few seconds their bodies stayed pressed together, Hero wondered if this was close enough to be considered a hug. Then, in a sickening moment where all of the blood rushed from the hero’s head to their now free arms, they swayed and collapsed against the villain.
The criminal had barely enough time to catch them before the hero relaxed their weight completely into Villain’s chest. Head pressed into the crook or the villain’s neck, Hero’s icy fingers clawed at the fabric of their nemesis’ suit with what little energy they had left.
Hero was searching for heat, they had forgotten just exactly how badly their body craved it when they had let themselves rot against the post. Now that the villain was here though, they needed to warm up and they only wanted to while trapped in the villain’s embrace.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, Hero. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Villain reassured them, voice soft and inviting as they shifted their arms around to help walk their nemesis back to their car. “Do you know how long you’ve been out here?”
Hero took their first few shuffling steps with the villain’s support, making up for a lot of their weight. Their eyes flicked to the villain’s worried expression, “A few hours.” But they couldn’t hold their gaze.
They were ashamed now. They had been caught in their own self-destruction and saved by their mortal enemy. The person they fought tooth and nail almost every single day for the past two years.
Now that person was helping them into their car and out of the rain, where initially the hero had hoped to stay forever. How embarrassing.
The villain didn’t say much else, only answering with a curt nod before returning their focus to bearing the hero’s weight in their steps. It was safe to say the hero hadn’t expected to be as weak as they truly were and that maybe if the villain had never shown up, they wouldn’t have been able to get away.
That was worrisome. Worrisome enough to dry the hero’s mouth up in a second and send shivers down their spine.
Villain reached out, hand grabbing onto the passenger side door handle and they slowly opened it to reveal the inside of their beloved car Hero had heard about so many times in battle. Yet, they had barely even registered the walk from the school yard to the parking lot, let alone the fact that their enemy was actually helping them.
Hero looked to Villain, who gave them an assuring smile. “I’ll take care of you, or bring you straight home—no questions asked. Just don’t make me leave you out here any longer.”
That earned them a small smile.
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ok hear me out,,,,,,, the hero is on a mission but they dont find the villain anywhere UNTIL they find them half-asleep with fever but their still willing to fight but heros like NU UH so they just care for them-
“The walls have ears,” the hero said. They dragged out the words, trying their best to gain the villain’s attention. However, the villain only let out a noise close to a whimper. “You have to be more careful around people who might not be your friends.”
“You’re so charming,” the villain croaked. They pushed themselves up but the hero was quicker.
“I know.” With their flat hand on the villain’s chest, they pressed them back down into the mattress while simultaneously sitting down.
The hero felt the villain’s bare chest glowing under their touch, hot and sweaty. Definitely a fever. In all of this, the hardest part had been getting into the hotel room.
After the hero had tried to get into the villain’s room countless of times, the villain had let them in, completely unaware of who the hero was.
Apparently, they had woken up from a nap. Groggy and confused, they had stared at the hero and only recognised them later.
Which was bad, really bad. The villain was able to identify them no matter how creative the hero’s disguises were.
The hero hadn’t planned on playing nurse for their nemesis this weekend and they weren’t in the mood to neglect their duties. But it was the villain.
“Quite a lot of people want you dead. Did you really think it was smart to plan an assassination with other villains? And you planned on murdering another villain with them?”
“Eh.” The villain turned around in bed, pulling the blanket up to their nose.
“You’re aware how messy these villain relationships are, aren’t you? Each of them can betray you at any given moment, each of them would give out your information for five bucks, did you really—”
“Okay, fine. Let’s just fight,” the villain sighed. They shuffled.
“I’m not done.” The hero pushed the villain into the bed again, clearly frustrated. “Now you’re sick, hiding in a hotel room instead of home. You’re weak and an easy target. What were you thinking? Starting a war with no one in your corner?”
“You’ve come to lecture me, is that it?” the villain asked. Their face was red, their body heating up. “Because I really don’t have the energy right now.”
“I was supposed to clear out one of those nasty hideouts. I found a bunch of messages and posts on a strange server mentioning you. About you getting beaten up and hunted. I went out to find you immediately,” the hero admitted. They scratched their neck. “Found you with some detective work and the tracker that I put on you a while ago.”
“You’re tracking me?” the villain asked. They didn’t seem surprised.
“You’re tracking me too,” the hero reminded them.
“Aww. You found it and didn’t remove it?”
“Neither did you.”
“Softie,” the villain whispered. Their smile, although sleepy, seemed to be of genuine nature. “Always a softie around me.”
“Keep those little fantasies to yourself, will you?” the hero asked. They liked not to think of this aspect of their relationship. It was distracting.
“Hm.” The villain closed their eyes again. “You went through all of this trouble to make sure I’m alright?”
“I…hey, I am warning you, alright? You have to be more careful with information and the people you share it with.” The hero pushed up the blanket even further. “Do you have any medication?”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m dying.”
“My god, you have a cold.” The hero stood up and went into the bathroom. Once they had found a towel, they let it soak in cold water and returned to the “dying” villain. “You’re so dramatic.”
They put the towel on the villain’s forehead. The villain winced, sensitive to the cold touch.
“But they didn’t find you yet, did they?” the hero asked, softer this time. They didn’t know why but they didn’t feel as anxious as before. The villain shook their head
“I really messed up, didn’t I?” they asked eventually.
“You haven’t made the smartest decision.”
“Fuck, I’m so stupid,” they mumbled. “I really thought I could help you a little.”
“I don’t need help,” the hero answered. Although, they were quite surprised this was about them.
“You’re working yourself to death.”
“Not your problem,” the hero said. They shifted the towel a little. “Don’t do anything like this again, got it?”
“No promises.”
The hero didn’t know if they were worried or flattered.
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iminkandpaper · 11 hours
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I have a thing for Villains in case you couldn't tell.
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"I want her," Villain says, his eyes fixed on Princess, who glances at her father.
The king blanches, his eyes flicking between the two. "You can't-"
"I definitely can," Villain cut him off. "In return for your kingdom back, I want the princess."
She tilted her head to inspect him. Villain, despite his murderous tendencies, was... well, he was rather handsome, if she was being honest. His eyes bored into her father across the table, betraying his mask of indifference. He lounged in his seat while everyone else seemed on the edge of theirs.
Princess wasn't even supposed to be here. She had come only at Villains' request.
"Father," she started, "perhaps Villain and I can talk this through. Alone."
"Absolutely not," he spat. "You will not taint her with your darkness." The King looked to Villain again, jabbing a finger in his direction. "You will not have her."
Villain, with the slightest nod of his head, forced the king into silence. His burning stare moved to the Princess and he addressed her imperiously. "Come. We will discuss."
Not a soul stopped them. Not when he offered his arm. Not when she took it. Not when he led her through to the gardens.
They made their way to the entrance of the spiralling maze before Villain stopped. "You know my request already."
"You want me."
"I want you."
She extracted her arm from his to fiddle with the ring around her throat. "The last time I saw you, you went by Alias."
His jaw clenched. "My name is Villain."
She did not fight him on that. It wouldn't work. Princess stroked the petal of a lily thoughtfully. "You lied to me. You lied to everyone."
Villain remained silent at her back, and she made no move to speak. The silence lingered around them like a thick, suffocating fog. Her willingness to stagnate the conversation thawed at his resolve. Villain would have taken her in his arms and kissed her until she remembered she loved him had she not turned to face him.
"I have conditions," she said finally. He gestured for her to continue. "I will call you Alias. You will cease this ridiculous reign of terror that you have inflicted upon the land. You can keep Kingdom, that land it rightfully yours - but it will be restored to beauty. No more barren land or shaved forests. I want flowers. I want sunshine."
He was silent while she contemplated what else she wanted. He would give it to her. She was worth her weight in gold and more.
"And..." she hesitated.
"Name it and it is yours."
"I want a puppy."
"What?"
"A puppy. Father never let me have one. He said it would only distract me."
His eyes widened in alarm. "I-"
"You said anything," she countered fiercely. When he nodded in agreement, she turned away from him, satisfied.
His lips twisted. "You will have your puppy. And a wedding."
She whirled around, eyes alight.
"You will be my Queen," he said simply. "That is my only request."
"Deal."
They were a breath apart. His fingers reached out to stroke down her cheek, and Princess leaned into the touch.
"I have missed you," Villain murmured, pulling her close to him.
"What, all that power didn't satisfy you?" She taunted. Still, she was in his arms, not pulling away. His hand tangled in her hair, jerking her head backwards. Princess scowled at him. "Don't be mean."
Instead of claiming her mouth like he wished, he settled for a kiss to her temple, cupping the nape of her neck to hold her close.
"I've only ever wanted you," he said. "Everything else was simply an accessory."
She did not respond, cradled in his arms like something precious.
Like something he needed.
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raineandsky · 1 day
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#103
“[Hero]? What’re you doing here?”
The hero throws their villain their best winning smile. “I’m here to invade, of course.”
“No, [Hero].” The villain takes two long steps towards them and grabs their face much too tightly between their hands. “No, you have to leave. Now.”
The hero can’t help but frown. “I won’t arrest you, darling, I promise.”
“It’s not that.” The villain’s words are getting faster, melding into frantic incoherence. “If [Supervillain] finds you here, you won’t get out.”
“She won’t know I’m here ‘til I’m putting cuffs on her wrists.”
The villain is practically a ghost with how pale they are. “I think you’re underestimating her, [Hero]. Please, go; I’ll explain at home.”
The villain takes a step away and the hero follows. They’d follow them anywhere. “You’re not in any danger with me. You know that.”
“I do.” The villain glances over their shoulder. “It’s you in danger. I’m telling you, she’ll—”
“[Villain].” The villain’s words cut short, their expression slipping into horror. “Who’s your little friend?”
They turn to face the supervillain, standing in the doorway. She’s about as casual as she can be—confident, nonchalant. “[Supervillain],” is the only thing the villain says.
She saunters in, like a tiger moving in on trapped prey. “You’ve been canoodling with a hero.”
It’s not a question. The villain drops their gaze. The hero’s hand finds their blade on their belt.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” the supervillain continues. “I always doubted you, [Villain]. I always knew you would betray me; you’re too soft.”
The supervillain moves before the hero can think to stop her. She grabs the villain and pulls them into her, her own dagger against their throat. To say the villain looks startled would be an understatement.
“You’re not, though, are you?” Her gaze settles sharply on the hero. “Your agency cuts you from pure steel, don’t they?”
“Let go of them.” It comes out almost as an instinct, like they’re just talking to any villain grabbing any civilian in a last ditch effort for carnage.
The villain’s hands are grappling at the supervillain’s wrists desperately, their eyes wide, their breath short. “Now, [Hero],” the supervillain continues smoothly, “you have one chance here. If you never see [Villain] again, I will consider their little liaison with you atoned for.”
“[Hero],” the villain says quietly, “Don’t— Don’t leave me with her—”
“Leave,” the supervillain says over them, “and I won’t have to kill them.”
The hero’s gaze flits between the villain and the supervillain. The abject terror on the villain’s face compared to the cold patience on the supervillain’s is sending anxieties rolling through the hero’s mind. What happens if they leave? What happens if they don’t?
The hero holds their hands up in defeat. “Okay,” they say quietly. “I’m going.”
A choked cry escapes the villain. The supervillain hums approvingly. “Best you turn around and get out then, hm?”
The hero backs to the door. The supervillain follows, the villain in tow. “Just don’t hurt them,” the hero says as they reach the door.
A henchman reaches through from the other side to grab the hero. They try to turn for an attack, but the henchman keeps his face conveniently out of reach, dragging them back through the doorway.
“Survival is not always a blessing, [Hero].” The supervillain smiles too wide, too ecstatically. The hero realises too late the mistake they’re making. “I’m sure I’ll make you realise that one day.”
With a deft kick, the door snaps shut. The henchman keeps a strong hold on them as they struggle to free themself. “Let it go,” he says shortly. “Consider yourself lucky to be leaving.”
They can hear the villain speaking through tears on the other side of the door. Their heart is pulling all sorts of strings to try and shove their body straight through it. “Get off me,” they spit venomously.
“You’re not the first to lose someone to [Supervillain],” the henchman snaps. “Cut with your losses before she comes after you too.”
The hero pauses to take in his words just long enough for him to give them a hearty shove away. “Please, I can’t—”
“Leave, [Hero].”
The hero stares at him and he stares back. Not unkindly—his gaze is some terrible mix of pity and understanding. “Leave,” he repeats softly.
So the hero leaves. They leave the villain in the supervillain’s grasp and try not to imagine what’s going to happen when they’re not looking. They leave the henchman standing at that door with a familiarity between them that the hero wishes they couldn’t feel.
They leave with an outraged cry for revenge and a promise to come back for their villain.
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invalidstories · 2 days
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Acts of Kindness
Warnings: emotional distress, vulnerability
The hero stood nervously in the Villain's apartment, holding a steaming plate of the villain's favorite meal. They had spent hours tidying up the space, washing dishes, hiding tiny notes and presents, and even taking care of the villain's cat, all to bring some comfort to their nemesis who had been having a rough day.
As the door creaked open, the hero's heart skipped a beat. The villain stepped inside, their expression a mix of surprise and confusion. They froze in the doorway, taking in the sight before them.
The once chaotic and messy apartment was now clean and organized, warm light from candles filling the room. The smell of their favorite meal filled the air, and they spotted a few small boxes hidden behind their sofa.
The villain's eyes welled up with unexpected tears as they took in the scene. They looked at the hero, who stood there flustered, holding the plate of food.
"What... what is all this for?" the villain finally managed to speak, their voice barely above a whisper.
The hero shuffled their feet, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "I heard you were having a rough day," they replied softly. "I just wanted to... cheer you up."
Before they knew it, tears were streaming down Villain's face, and without hesitation, they crossed the room and enveloped the hero in a tight embrace.
"I... I don't know how to thank you." Villain choked out.
The hero hugged them back, feeling their heart swell in happiness. "You don't need to," they murmured. "You are more than enough for me. I love you, Villain. "
After a moment, Villain pulled back slightly, their heart skipping a beat, and their eyes searching Hero's face for any joke, but all there was was sincerity. "I love you too, Hero. Thank you so much," they whispered.
The hero's heart skipped a beat, and a warmth spread through their chest. A small smile formed on their face, knowing that this could be possibly the best thing to happen to them.
"The greatest gift one can give is unexpected kindness."
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hi, thank you so much for your wonderful writing :))
I've especially loved reading Deep Blue and I was wondering if you...do continuations? if not that's totally okay, just thought I'd ask :)
have some ice cream :) 🍦
Thank you, thank you! Sorry for taking so long to get to this request. Hope you like it!
Deep Blue - Pt. 4
siren x pirate
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
When his eyelids parted again, the midday sun split the room, haloing the sleeping siren in a honey blaze. Her hair pooled around her head in golden spires where she'd sunken against the cotton pillow during the night.
Her shoulders swam beneath the gauzy knit of the pirate's shirt, pearl-pink skin peeking free. She smelled of the ocean, all salted breezes and chalky sands.
She seemed peaceful, chest swelling with even breaths. An outsider may have labeled her harmless.
The pirate knew better.
His fingers itched to caress the delicate curls framing the siren's forehead all the same. The supernatural charm of a siren, he told himself. He caught his hand when it twitched halfway to action.
He stood up, tearing himself away from the magnetic pull of her. He turned around, shaking out the clumped waves of his hair. His clothes, too, were scratchy with the crust of dried salt. The folds of fabric creased like paper.
He stepped outside and cranked out several pumps of water from the rusted spigot, scrubbing it over his face and hair. The cool droplets streamed fissures down his neck and chest. He pumped fresh palm-fulls to spread over the rest of his exposed skin.
"If you're trying to drown yourself, I can do a much better job of it."
The pirate startled, straightening. "Golden. You're...- How are you feeling?"
Clinging to the open door, the siren stood awkwardly on foreign limbs. The hem of his shirt hung a few inches above her knees; a curtain brushing against his clumsy first aid.
Though her posture painted her a wounded damsel, her eyes were predator-sharp. It set his teeth on edge and sent something primal in his instincts jangling.
The siren's nose crinkled, scanning their surroundings. He tracked her gaze as it roamed over every rock and tree and bump of the earth. "What is that smell?"
The cabin boy snorted, cranking fresh water into his hands to dump over his head. "Dirt."
"Repugnant.”
"Yeah, well... As much as I love it, the smell of salt water and fish can get old as well."
When he glanced up again, he studied the siren more closely. Instead of itchy, irritated skin--sun-dried and chapped--she was glowing as ever. Her golden hair hung in silken waves hardly so much as mussed by his rough sheets, not gritty and salt-riddled as his own locks had been. Her skin faintly shimmered in the daylight.
The only thing about her that wasn't perfect was the red stain weeping through the muddied fabric of her bandage.
Her eyes followed the drip drops puddling beneath the spigot. She wet her lips.
The cabin boy watched her. "Are you thirsty?"
As he'd learned from his hours of curious reading, most sea creatures didn't drink water. They gained their hydration through the food they ate, or their bodies were designed to filter out the harmful sully of salt from the seas they swam in.
Though, his siren was a sea creature no more.
Her feet twitched, seemingly with the urge to take a step, but she hesitated, toeing the wooden step's treacherous edge without letting go of the door.
A small smile cracked the pirate's lips. This creature who had held his life in her hands mere hours prior, capable of capsizing ships and carving out the hearts of men, was afraid to walk. Afraid to fall.
Gravity did have an unforgiving vice above water that it didn't below, weightless and languid in all its honeyed drifting.
He found himself standing in front of her. Ever drawn to her as a moth to its fiery death.
She hissed at him when he offered his hands toward her, sounding like a startled housecat. Jerking back, her heels snagged the rim of the top stair and she fell with a yelp. "Don't touch me!"
Though the cabin boy held up his palms in surrender, the mermaid swiped at him with dull, paddy fingers for good measure.
"Easy," he said, "I was only going to help you."
"Why?"
His brow creased. "...Why?"
"Why are you trying to help me at all?" she demanded.
"You saved my life."
"I tried to drown you! You should have left me there, I would have been better off! Your 'help' is a scourge, a curse!" She pushed herself up onto wobbly feet, smacking his hand away when the pirate reached out again, reflexively, to assist her.
He heaved a sigh, stepping back. “You would have bled to death.”
“It would have been better!” There was something terribly broken in her voice. A windchime once ringing melodic lullabies now cracked and shrieking. She staggered down the remaining two steps, swaying unsteadily on her heels. Her voice softened. “It would have been better than this.”
Guilt twisted the cabin boy’s stomach. “Golden…”
“No. I am now a prisoner in this…weak, defiled body. I have been stripped of every last thread of my identity. My tail, my strength– The ocean has disowned me, I am cursed to die a fumbling human. There is no greater disgrace! I want nothing more from you.” She shoved past him, limping and teetering as she went.
“Where are you going? You’re injured, hungry, and wearing nothing more than my shirt,” the pirate protested, following after her. “You can’t venture into town like that. Many men would take that as an invitation–”
The siren rounded on him, promptly stumbling and catching herself against his shoulders. Her eyes were alight like an August day.
“I know perfectly well what your kind feels entitled to when they come upon a beautiful woman. That is the very foundation of why you are so easily captured under our sway,” she spat. “Your desires overwhelm you, and our songs coax you to believe you can have all you want if only you surrender to us. I cannot make you believe what you do not already want to. You invade our home and hunt us in our own waters, you take and take and take, then call us monsters when we do not let you have us too. As if we are sunken treasure for you to pluck from the seafloor and sell to the next hungry pirate.”
Any response he had readied died behind the cabin boy’s teeth. He wanted to protest that they ‘weren’t all like that.’ That some pirates led with honor, and that many men were decent. He was decent, wasn’t he?
And yet… He still felt homesick for his captain, his crew, his ship. The very ones who cast him to his death for the mutinous act of having a heart.
He swallowed. “I freed you.”
“And for that alone, I spared you. Yet you damned me. Spare me further humiliation and leave me alone.” The siren gave his shoulders a sharp squeeze before letting go, limping away again in the direction she had chosen.
His eyes followed her, clumsy and graceless, all the way to the start of the dirt road that led into the village.
She would certainly be a spectacle there. With shimmery skin and perfect hair of spun gold, eyes like winter fire and only half dressed, she would steal the attention of every human she passed.
She might be found out for what she was. She might be overpowered and hurt, or taken advantage of.
The possibilities burned through him.
She’d begged him to stay away…
The siren’s bare feet kicked up dust along the path that sent her coughing, batting at the air with the same fury she’d faced him with moments prior.
The sight coaxed a tentative smile from the pirate’s mouth. Cursing the sky, the earth, the gods of sea and shore and everything else, he followed after the grounded mermaid.
He would not be responsible for any more of her misfortune. Even if it cemented his own.
He’d always thought the ocean to be fair, even in all its cruelty. It did not shrink itself for the convenience of others. Its crashing swells that swallowed ships whole did not ask for any less from the creatures within it.
He had to believe that there was hope for her, his siren, creature of water and night and song. She would be whole again. He had to try.
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rob-dog468 · 2 days
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Writing prompt #2
"Do you have that sedative you always like to knock me out with?"
"Yes."
"Good. Because I kinda need it right now."
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words-on-pa-per · 3 days
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“Heroes are stupid.”
“How come?”
“They see a gray situation and look to name it black and white. If they had to pick whether to save one person or the world, they’d try to save both. And then they’d end everything. They’re more dangerous than villains in that way.”
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the-modern-typewriter · 3 months
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Imagine a villain straight refusing to fight another member of the Hero Team just cuz his hero archnemesis is not present
"Where are they?"
"Oh, not again." The protagonist could feel a headache coming on. "Look-"
"-Are they hurt?" The villain's eyes went dark and dangerous. "Who hurt them?"
"They're fine! Oh my god."
"Then where are they?"
The protagonist definitely had a headache. "It's their day off."
"They didn't tell me they had the day off. What's wrong?"
The really concerning part was that the hero probably would tell the villain which days they were working and which they weren't. The two of them were as bad as each other! The hero was going to be unbearable when they came back and found out that the team had fought the villain without them.
"Can we just get this over with?" the protagonist tried.
"No."
The protagonist sighed. They pinched the bridge of their nose and took a few deep breaths. "Okay," they said slowly. "But you realise I'm still going to have confiscate your nightmare robot."
"It's not for you. And don't think I didn't notice you dodging the question!"
The protagonist considered their options; lies, truth, everything in between.
The villain's nightmare robot hunkered down a little more pointedly in the middle of the bridge. Several people honked their horns. It was, honestly, embarrassing for everyone involved at that point.
"Their grandma died."
"Oh no." The villain's whole face softened. "Grandma L or Grandma P?"
Of course he knew the hero's grandparents. Of course he did. "Look, about the robot-"
"-I'll reschedule," the villain said.
"I can't let you keep the robot. My boss would have my head."
"That sounds like a 'you' problem. I have flowers to send."
The protagonist's eye twitched. "If you try and walk away with it-"
"-Do you really want to traumatize this entire bridge of innocent civilians?"
"I'm sure they're traumatized having to listen to you two idiots on a weekly basis."
"I'm taking the robot. When are they back?"
"They haven't said," the protagonist said, through gritted teeth. "As you know-"
"-They'll be doing all the funeral arrangements. Yeah. You know what, give me their number. I'll text them."
"I'm not giving you their number."
"Why not?"
"It's against policy."
"I'd like to express my condolences."
The protagonist looked them dead in the face. "Mm. That sounds like a 'you' problem. I have a robot to confiscate."
The robot slammed a fist into the bridge. It wobbled precariously.
The protagonist raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. They folded their arms across their chest.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" the villain snarled.
"I hate you too, don't worry."
"I should kill you."
"They'd have so much paperwork when they got back from the funeral. It would really improve their month, you killing me."
They ended up glaring at each other.
"If I give you the bloody stupid robot, will you give me their number?"
The protagonist smiled sweetly. "That's the only smart thing I've ever heard you say."
Everyone, generally, preferred it when the hero was around.
They all made sure it didn't happen again.
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a villain that can hypnotise people through touch
The hero feels themselves tripping over their own two feet as the imposing figure advances on them, until their back hits the wall with a solid thud. They attempt to keep their breathing under control, but it’s a difficult game.
“Where are you going?” The villain asks simply, as if they don’t already know the answer to the question. The hero grits their teeth, baring them viciously.
“Stay back,” they hiss. “I mean it.”
“Or else what?” The villain chuckles humourlessly, their cold eyes not leaving theirs for even a moment. “You know you can’t win this fight.”
“No,” they shakily whisper, their eyes desperately searching for a way to escape. They are not ignorant to the power that the villain possesses. The power that had kept them trapped in their clutches for far too long. “Give me a ten foot pole and I’ll find a way to keep you away from me.”
The villain raises a brow. “You don’t have one of those, doll.”
“Yeah?” They spit. “Wanna bet?”
The villain takes a measured step forward, and the hero’s narrowed eyes suddenly widen, pressing themselves closer against the wall until they’re impossibly flat.
“No, please,” they breathe, their face wrinkling in fear. “The people need me, Villain. Please, let me go back out there.”
The villain laughs coldly, like that’s funny.
“You should see yourself when you cling to me,” they respond coolly, their eyes flashing with something dangerous. “It’s cute. You make these little doe eyes that drive me crazy.”
“That’s not me,” they choke, their hands pressing into their chest. “These gaps in my memory, not knowing how much time has passed, what you’ve made me do – it’s torture.”
“It’s far from torture, doll,” the villain frowns, taking another step forward. The hero’s heart hammers in their chest, lodging in their lungs and making it difficult to breathe. “You don’t see how much you’re spoiled.”
The hero chokes on a hitched breath. “You get off on this sick power play. You take away people’s free will, make them into—”
“—nothing?” The villain interrupts sharply. Their expression darkens. “You’d never understand what it’s like from my perspective. You’re thinking too hard, yet so little. Why don’t you come here?”
The hero instantly shakes their head. “No. Stay away from me.”
“Then I come to you.”
“Stay away.”
The hero makes a desperate lunge in an attempt to escape, but the villain’s hand seizes their wrist instantly, and they gasp. Tingles reverberate through their skin, and they desperately try to yank away. Their grasp is unrelenting, and with each second that ticks by, the tingles grow stronger, spreading through their body like wildfire.
“Stop,” they gasp, their knees weak when they’re tugged closer. “Please, please stop.”
“Shh,” the villain hums, a warm hand cupping their cheek, making the hero’s throat close up. Their mind goes haywire. But when the villain speaks, when their skin touches theirs, their thoughts begin to die out.
“That’s it, doll,” they purr, brushing a thumb under their eye when a stray tear leaked down their cheek. “Just like that.”
It’s always beautiful when the thoughts leave their eyes, when their weakening struggles die down, and they go slack and pliant in their arms. The villain’s eyes crinkle with a smile, admiring the dazed expression on their face. It takes moments until all the fight is drained out of them.
“There you go,” the villain hums, and their touch makes the hero go all fuzzy and lightheaded. “Let’s go back, shall we?”
The hero obediently follows them along.
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error-404-code9 · 6 months
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You know what I love…
When people’s superpowers get worse when they’re scared.
Like sympathetic nervous system is a-going, heart is racing, and your whole body thinks you’re in danger. So it tries to kick in your powers to protect itself. I’m taking:
People with electric powers shocking themselves when touching a door knob.
Water powers unconsciously forming a water bubble and spilling it on themselves.
Fire powers smelling smoke suddenly, only to look down at their hands and realize their hands are heating up and burning the sweat off their hands.
Super genius’ drawing a blank and stuttering when someone asks them a question.
People with super speed bouncing their leg up and down or fiddling with their fingers so fast, it looks like one massive blob
(And of course the famous example) Miles, and his spider powers, sticking to everything.
Superhumans and their powers need to be one. I think often we forget about the ‘human’ part. Superpowers being inconvenient is comedic, cool to see, and shows that their powers aren’t just a cool feature they can just turn on and off. It’s a part of them. Just… people’s powers messing up when they’re scared. Give it a thought
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thepenultimateword · 1 month
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Prompt #269
Hero:
Your profile says you like stargazing. Would you wanna fly around some time? I can get us an extra good view 😉
Villain:
This is Villain.
Hero:
Dang it!! Stop being on every powered people dating app I use!
Villain:
I think the real question is how you keep matching with me on every dating app you use.
Hero:
I’m not doing it on purpose!!! I’m just not used to seeing you in civilian clothes and keep getting confused!!
And you have to match with me too you know! So I could say the same about you!! Why are you swiping up when you know it’s me?!
Villain:
Honestly? Because it’s hilarious 😆🫰
Hero:
I’m blocking you. AGAIN.
Villain:
Awww, but that stargazing date sounded fun.
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wiingdings · 16 days
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chorusofcrows · 2 months
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Villains who are polite and elegant while commiting crimes. Their fighting looks like a dance form. They're well-versed in how to act for/ preform for/ entertain the rich (they are the rich, "villainy pays well"). Genius (actual braindead idiot).
On the other hand, a hit-hard, ask-questions-after kind of hero. They're a disaster, and quite frankly help others because they don't know how (or don't want to) help themselves. Braindead idiot (accidental genius).
Now make it enemies to lovers.
Hero "hates" villain for their mannerism, but they're really just infatuated with them. Villain's taunts make them think about their actions.
Villain's attraction is "why are people in their midlife crisis so hot" and moronsexual™️. Hero makes their brain shortcircuit.
Hero: "Oh poor you, your perfect, greasy, pretty hair is singed."
Villain: Are they flirting or insulting me? God they're so bad at it no matter which on it is (It's both), that's so sexy
Hero, bruised and bloody, getting up with shaky legs, smiling. It's very attractive: "I've been hit harder"
Villain, nose bleeding: "Hello, sailor"
Villain, dusting off their now riped-in-shambles suit, and straightening the cuffs, "I just got this suit after you destroyed the last one. I would ask you to purchase me a new set of attire, but I doubt you can afford it."
Hero, their brain thinking 'No, I deffinately cannot' to 'I'd like to see them without the suit entirely' to 'Wait, what?' and 'God, I hate them, their lovely voice, their hair that smells like how honey tastes, the way they smile when they reveal their plans' and would really like to see villain without the suit entirely (even through villain looks great in all of their suits): "Just stop wearing suits and wear something that can handle me."
Villain, wondering if Hero is doing this on purpose (they aren't) and what their relationship even is: "Hot"
Hero: "What"
Villain: "What"
Hero: "Did you just call me ho-"
Villain, paniking: "You're on fire"
Hero: "???? No, I'm no-????"
Villain, pulling out a flamethrower and shooting Hero (dw they're flame-proof): hO t.
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Short Prompt #1123
“Your abilities are simply incredible!” The villain exclaimed, ranting as they walked in a circle. “How in the world did Hero ever manage to get you on their side?!”
The sidekick paused lockpicking their cuffs. “...You think my powers are incredible?”
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villainousauthor · 2 months
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The hero wrinkles their nose at smell of antiseptic wipes, at the cold feel against their skin, as the villain prepares to draw more blood. They've lost count how many vials Villain has taken at this point.
Hero winces, trying to flinch away at the inevitable sharp pinch, and Villain digs their fingers into their arm some more. They press hard, cold hands keeping them still. "If I mess up, I'll have to stick you again." They warn, voice level. Paper crinkles under where Hero sits, the soft sound filling the silence.
Hero keeps their gaze downward, the bright florescent lights over head giving them a headache. You think with how long they've been here, they would have gotten used to the ugly, artificial glare, but they miss the sun.
They look up at Villain through their lashes, who's currently too focused on their current task to notice, eyebrows pinched together as they seem deep in thought.
"I doubt you're even certified to be drawing blood in the first place." Hero ribs, voice quiet, the words light but the humor just quite not there.
Villain snorts, as they finish and pull the IV out gently. "I've seemed to be able to do it fine all these weeks." They apply the cotton bandage to the area, securing it in place, though it's honestly not necessary, the small wound already likely healed.
Hero knows they shouldn't be trying to make Villain laugh, or trying to lighten the tense air that surrounds their every interaction. They should be attempting to escape, should be fighting tooth and nail against the strange experiments their arch nemesis insists on trying, but so many failed escapes and so many weeks without the presence of any other person has them weak for any human contact they can get.
They've almost begun to mistake the way Villain grabs their arm when taking blood, the way Villain's cold hand holds their face still when swabbing their mouth, the way they stand close when checking their vitals, as misplaced forms of affection.
It's pure delusion, Hero knows this, but they crave another persons touch so much they can almost believe it. Thinking about it too much makes their head hurt more than even the obnoxious overhead lights do.
Villain takes their silence as a sign to continue speaking. "Soon enough, I'll find the secret behind how your regenerative abilities work and then I'll be unstoppable." They say cleaning up, and placing the three tubes of blood they took on the tray to their left. Hero's head swirls as they watch the swishing of the dark red liquid.
Facing them again, still standing close, Villain's eyes finally meet Hero's and their voice softens slightly when they say this next part. "I won't have to poke and prod you so much when I do." Their voice is gentle enough that Hero wants to believe them, to trust them.
Hero licks their dry lips, voice cracking slightly. "Will...will you finally let me go once you do?" The question Hero has been avoiding asking this whole time.
The question gives Villain pause, as they seem to consider it for a moment. They step closer, placing their hands on either side of where Hero sits, bracketing them in. "I could...I probably should.." Villain's voice is whisper quiet as they stand inches away, breath fanning over Hero's ear.
"But I think prefer keeping you for myself."
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