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save-the-villainous-cat · 24 days ago

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Hey, hope you have a nice day.

I always see stories where the villain is the fancy one and the hero is broke. So I was wondering, what if we have a hero that was charismatic, well-spoken and absolutely majestic (they have lots of money thanks to their job) meanwhile the villain is absolutely broke, villainy doesn’t pay well enamoured with them.

Maybe there is some fluff with the hero treating the villain like a princess/prince, and the villain is absolutely flustered by that?

Hopefully the idea will be entertaining.

"Move your legs."

The hero looked up at their naked enemy and straightened their own posture. They leaned over the edge of the bathtub with their chest pressed against the porcelain. Their mouth curled into a smile.

"That doesn't sound very nice, now does it?"

If they had stretched out their arm, their fingertips could have brushed the villain's thigh. The villain stared at them with that familiar grim expression and the unsurprising blush. For a long time the hero had found it troublesome to interact with them. The villain had a very tough shell.

"Please."

"My, what a good guest you are," the hero purred. As response, they lifted one of their legs above the waterline and watched intensively as the villain tossed a towel to the side and set foot into the bathtub. They lowered themselves and the hero assumed the villain wasn't quite used to such temperatures, judging by their frown. Cute.

The hero welcomed the company. Welcomed it gravely.

As soon as they were sitting, the hero put their leg on the villain's shoulder. Despite the villain's intense blush, they didn't move the hero's leg.

"You don't have a bathtub, do you?" the hero asked. They stared at the bubbles of the bathwater absentmindedly and leaned back against the tub. They stretched out their other leg with their ankle finding a place right next to the villain's side.

"No, I don't," the villain said. Although their expression was typically grim, their face softened. The hero figured they did enjoy the hot water.

"You should use it as much as you can for as long as you are here, then," the hero said. They blinked slowly, tilted their head. For some reason, their eyes felt unbelievably heavy today. They'd fought a stomach ache all morning. "Do you like your bedroom?"

"Yeah. Do you mind me being here?" the villain asked.

"No, of course not - I invited you. Your living conditions were unbearable. As the hero of the city, I obviously had to save you." The hero looked at them. For some reason, they only realised now how broad the villain's shoulders were. So much muscle.

Their eyes met.

"You are upset, though," the villain said. The hero forced a smile.

"How could I ever be upset when you're this close to me?"

"Whenever there is something on your mind, you search for physical contact. Even if it's a fistfight," the villain said. "When you are scared, you reach for someone's arm, when you're sad, you lean against somebody."

The villain's eyes, although they were relaxed, looked utterly determined. They stared at the leg the hero had put on their shoulder and touched it, their own hot fingertips brushing against the now cooled skin.

"And you have been very touchy this week."

The hero looked away. "Sorry."

They pulled their leg back, ashamed that they hadn't quite respected the villain's boundaries yet again, but the villain grabbed the hero's leg gently.

"I'm not saying I dislike it when we touch, I am saying that I wonder why you are doing it." With their hands around the hero's calf, they guided their enemy's leg back onto their shoulder. "Me being here isn't causing you any problems, is it?"

The hero stared at them. The stomach ache was back.

"No, you're not troubling anyone here," the hero said quickly. They moved in the bathtub slightly and the villain put a hand on the hero's knee that was under the surface.

"Why are you upset, then?"

"Just a little stressed from work, I suppose," the hero said. Similar to the villain, they kept troubles to themselves. Didn't discuss it, tried to be the fun one, the show-off instead.

"Stressed, huh?" Now it was the villain's turn to stare at the bathwater. "So stressed that you walk around the house at night?"

The hero looked at them, their heart beating rather uncomfortably in their chest. Often, they were glad that the villain was observant. Other times, the hero wasn't sure if they liked to be hit where it hurt. As if the villain was touching a bruise that wanted to heal.

"Nightmares? Or are you unable to fall asleep?"

"...nightmares," the hero said. They leaned back again, staring at the ceiling above them. They couldn't look the villain in the eyes. They had brought the villain here to keep an eye on them. To offer them a better life for a little while.

They hadn't expected to be read like an open book.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Just enjoy the stay for a while."

The hero took in a deep breath, closed their eyes. They tried to calm down their racing heart.

"I can barely enjoy my stay when my dear host is drowning in sorrows."

The hero looked up. It was uncomfortable. Those conversations were unbearable and the hero wasn't made for it, they feared. They weren't made to expose themselves like that. To be raw and truthful. They weren't strong enough for such discussions.

"Did someone die?"

The hero continued to stare into the villain's eyes and in this very moment, they weren't sure if they liked or loathed the villain.

"Why?"

"Because whenever people die, you get overly enthusiastic, trying to cheer everybody up, only to be the one who spends days alone doing God knows what."

The hero stared. They feared they couldn't do much more than that. They were trapped here in this bathtub with the villain.

The hero looked away. It wasn't normal to be this bad at handling grief, was it? The hero managed to somehow bury the pain and put on fake smiles. Not ideal, they'd been told.

"Death anniversary is coming up, yeah."

"Family member?" the villain asked.

"Yeah, my first sidekick." They weren't related by blood, but the hero figured their enemy was already aware of that.

Both of them were silent, until the villain spoke again. Their voice was comforting. They looked soft.

"When are we going to the graveyard, then?" They moved their own leg so it would rest against the hero's hip.

The hero looked at them.

"We?"

"We."

The hero blinked. Once, twice.

"Is Monday alright?"

"Of course." And for some reason, after all those years, it was slowly getting a little easier.

#also yeah the villain cleaned the gravestone and bought flowers and everything although they are broke hope this helps #how do you want to be remembered? as a good friend. I don't need to be remembered. I hope the music's remembered #oh Jeff oh dear #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #an answer for an ask #request

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istoleyoursphenoidbone · 6 months ago

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Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

DPxDC (With a smidgen of Epic the Musical)

Okay, so yall really liked my last one (and thanks to all of you, I'm glad you guys enjoyed). I wanted to try my hand again and see how this goes, idk about you guys, but Epic the Musical has been my soundtrack for weeks now, and the Ithaca Saga has my heart so...Husbands!Danny and Jason torn apart due to bad resurrection? Why not.

Warning for referenced character death and blood mention, nothing too graphic, tho. Pit Rage makes people do questionable things, ya know?

The Justice League's meeting room was cloaked in unnatural shadows, the atmosphere thick with tension, like the heavy silence before a storm. A team from Justice League Dark stood in the center, preparing for a ritual. Zatanna, her voice a whispered incantation, traced glowing glyphs onto the marble floor. Constantine, who had been trying to tell them all this would be a bad idea, leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips despite the no-smoking signs, while Doctor Fate floated nearby, his ethereal presence a calm amid the chaos.

Batman stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed. He hated magic—always had—but these were desperate times. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, had been spiraling for months. His vendetta against Gotham’s Rogues had left behind a trail of bodies, destruction, and secrets too dangerous to let slip. But it was more than just Jason’s rage. Strange energy readings tied to the Infinite Realms had begun to swirl around his every move. Whatever connection Jason had to that otherworldly dimension had become unstable, and they needed answers—answers only the Ghost King could provide.

“Are we ready?” Batman’s voice cut through the room. Zatanna nodded, stepping back as the last glyph flared to life. “The summoning spell is complete. Brace yourselves. This entity isn’t like anything we’ve dealt with before.” Constantine snorted, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “Ain’t that just bloody reassuring.”

The air split with a deafening crack, and green light spiraled upward, forming a vortex. From it stepped a figure draped in black armor, a faint crown glowing above his head, his eyes burning with an eerie green light. Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, stood before them. "Who dares to summon the High King of the Infinite Realms?" His voice carried an unearthly echo, a stark contrast to the mortal men and women in the room.

Constantine muttered something under his breath—likely a curse—but Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice steady. “We require your assistance, Ghost King. There’s a man, the Red Hood, aka Jason Todd, whose actions have drawn the attention of both our realm and yours.” Danny’s eyes narrowed, his posture stiffening. “Jason Todd?” Batman stepped forward, his voice rough but resolute. “He’s my son.”

Danny’s gaze snapped to him, the glowing green light flickering with intensity. “Your son,” he repeated, his tone colder now, sharper. Zatanna stepped in to explain, her voice calm but urgent. “Jason is targeting Gotham’s Rogues, several have been killed. But it seems he has a connection to the Infinite Realms. His ectoplasmic energy is spiking. We believe he’s drawing power from your domain, whether he knows it or not.” Danny’s expression darkened, and his voice dropped to a low, almost imperceptible growl. “And you want me to stop him.”

“Not stop,” Wonder Woman corrected gently. “Help. If he’s tied to your realm, we need to understand why—and how to sever that connection, if necessary.” Danny stood motionless, the green light in his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions none of them could decipher. After a long moment, he nodded, sharp and final. “I’ll handle it. Alone.” Batman started to protest, but Danny cut him off with a steady gaze, his voice softening, just a fraction. “You’ve done your part. Let me do mine.” Without waiting for a response, Danny turned and stepped back into the swirling portal, leaving the Justice League in a heavy, uneasy silence.

---

The Infinite Realms churned around Danny as he passed through the portal, an energy that mirrored the restlessness gnawing at his heart. When he had been summoned, he had expected a crisis—another rift in the realms or a rogue spirit threatening the balance, hell even just cultists trying to mess with the order of things again. What he hadn’t expected was to be summoned to deal with him.

Jason...his sweet and loving Jason.

As the portal closed behind him, Danny heard Batman’s grim explanation echo in his mind: Red Hood was spiraling. He’d already killed Joker, Riddler, and Two-Face. And it seemed like Penguin was next. The Pit Rage had taken hold, and no one—least of all Bruce—had been able to pull Jason from the edge. The Justice League had turned to him because the energy Jason radiated had drawn their attention to the Infinite Realms.

It had been twenty years since Jason disappeared from the Realms—twenty long years since Danny had watched his husband, the man he had married in death, pulled from his side and resurrected in the mortal world. For Danny, it felt like an eternity.

As Danny emerged from the portal into Gotham’s shadowed streets, the oppressive energy in the air pulled at him, thick with Jason’s rage. He could feel the ectoplasmic aura that surrounded him, like a storm cloud about to break. But more than that, Danny could feel the familiar tug of Jason’s presence. It was raw, chaotic—lost.

And Danny? He was all too familiar with being lost.

There was no turning back now. Jason was out there, a tempest of pain and blood, and Danny couldn’t stop the wave of dread that surged through him. This was his husband—the man he had fallen in love with, over and over again—and now he was out of control.

Danny’s eyes glowed as he moved deeper into the city, knowing that whatever happened next, he wouldn’t be alone in facing it. Not this time. Jason Todd stood among the wreckage of a smuggling ring’s hideout. The docks were eerily silent except for the gentle lap of water against the pier. Blood slicked his gloved hands, and his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. The Pit Rage roared in his ears, demanding more—more destruction, more vengeance, and more blood.

The ghostly glow appeared behind him, and Jason spun, guns drawn. The figure emerging from the green light made him falter.

Danny.

Jason blinked, the haze of rage momentarily thinning. He couldn’t trust his eyes, not after everything. But the way Danny looked at him—with love, pain, and something infinite in his glowing green eyes—cut through Jason’s defenses. “Jason,” Danny said softly, his voice trembling but steady. Jason lowered his guns, his shoulders slumping. “Danny?”

Danny stepped closer, his glowing cape billowing behind him. “It’s been twenty years.” Jason flinched. “Eight.” His voice cracked. “Only eight here.” Danny’s eyes softened. “It felt like forever.” Jason staggered back, shaking his head. “I’m not—” He gestured at the blood staining his armor. “I’m not who I was. You shouldn’t be here.”

Danny reached out but didn’t touch him, his hands hovering just inches away. “You’re still you, Jason. You’re still my husband.” Jason’s laugh was bitter, almost a sob. “You don’t understand. I’ve killed them. Joker. Riddler. Two-Face. There’s no redemption for me. I’ve left a trail of blood and bodies. I’m not the man you fell in love with. I’m not—”

“Stop,” Danny interrupted, his voice firm. “Stop telling me who you think you are. I know you. I’ve always known you.” Jason clenched his fists. “Would you still love me if you knew all I’ve done? The things I can’t take back? The lives I’ve destroyed?” Danny took a step forward, his expression raw with emotion. “Yes. I would. I do.” Jason’s knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, his hands covering his face. “I’ve tried to fight it, Danny. I’ve tried to be better, but the rage... it doesn’t stop. It’s like drowning, and every time I surface, there’s more blood.”

Danny knelt in front of him, his hand finally resting on Jason’s shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “I’ve felt it too—the weight of things you can’t undo. But you’re not alone anymore. I’ve been waiting for you, Jason. Waiting for you to come back to me.” Jason’s breath hitched, and he looked up, his blue eyes rimmed with tears. “How can you still love me after everything? I’m not... I’m not the man you knew.”

Danny smiled, his own eyes glistening. “You’re still the man I fell in love with. You’re still the man who carved our initials into a tree in the Infinite Realms. The man who made me laugh, who promised me forever. And I meant it when I said forever, Jason. No matter where or when or what you’ve done, I’ll love you. Always.”

Jason let out a shuddering breath, and for the first time in years, the weight on his chest lightened. He leaned into Danny’s touch, the Pit Rage ebbing as warmth spread through him. Danny cupped his face, their foreheads touching. “You don’t have to carry this alone anymore. Let me help you. Let me love you.” Jason closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve you.” Danny’s laugh was soft and full of love. “That’s for me to decide. And I’ve decided—over and over again—that I’ll always choose you.”

Jason’s arms wrapped around Danny, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear. But Danny held him just as firmly, grounding him, anchoring him. The green glow of the Infinite Realms pulsed around them, a quiet promise of redemption, of love that could weather even the darkest storms.

---

Danny didn’t leave Jason’s side that night, nor would he ever again. Together, they began the long, painful process of healing. The road ahead wasn’t easy, but they faced it together, their love, a beacon in the darkness.

The heroes would just have to get used to the unearthly presence of the Ghost King in their plane of existence. And no matter how much time passed, Danny knew one thing would never change: he would fall in love with Jason Todd, over and over again, for eternity.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #ghost king danny #jason todd #red hood #danny fenton x jason todd #epic the musical reference #Epic has a grip on my brain #The Whole “I love you despite the Blood Shed” Trope #fanfic snippet #constructive critism welcome

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