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Writing Prompt 116

A high hero, drugged either by an enemy or by choice, stumbling into the villain's hq looking for their parent, Supervillain.

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EPITHET WRASEDDD J LOVED THAT SERIES

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Villain tried to shut the door, but Henchman was too fast, catching it by its edge before the gap could fully disappear.

“Found you," they said, half threat, half croon. They shoved into the house, knocking Villain back a few steps.

"What are you doing here?" Villain said, catching themself on the coatrack and nearly pulling it down on top of themself.

Henchman reached over Villain's head to steady it and then stayed there. Peeling back the nonchalance plastered over their shame. Taking in their altered form.

"Where have you been?" they countered, soft, knuckle raised gently against Villain's cheek before abruptly dropping again.

"Here. There. What does it matter? You found me." Villain ducked under their arm and hobbled slowly to the couch. Henchman's heavy step traveled in the opposite direction, followed by the click of the door closing, then the steps tramped back toward them. By the time Villain had plopped down on the couch cushion Henchman was kneeling in front of them. For an instant, it was like nothing had changed. Total fealty.

Villain stopped their hand short before they could touch Henchman's head. It felt wrong when they were so utterly weak. There had always been a balance, Henchman so physically intimidating, and Villain thrumming with destructive power. The upper hand, the reason for such devotion, had been crystal clear. Now, Villain could wither and scatter under Henchman's expectations.

"You completely disappeared." Henchman laid their head in Villain's lap anyway. "You were hurt and I got worried. But you didn't answer my calls. You didn't tell anyone where you were going. It's taken me 8 months to track you down. It's like you were trying to avoid me."

Villain sighed, dropping their rigidness and succumbing to the urge to stroke back Henchman's hair. It was just as soft as they remembered, thick and fluffy like an animal pelt. They twirled a piece above their ear, but avoided Henchman's watching eyes as they responded, "I was done for and everyone knew it. It was better to step down and disappear than wait for someone else to assassinate me."

Henchman reached up and took loose hold of Villain's wrist. Why was their gaze so earnest? Didn't they know? Didn't they feel the difference in them? Shouldn't that past awe and adoration be visibally dying at the sight of them?

"I would've protected you," Henchman said.

"I didn't want you to. I have too many enemies. You would have been hurt."

"Then you should've told me. I would've come with you."

"I didn't want that either."

Henchman flinched, and Villain was struck with a stab of guilt. That wasn't entirely true. Of course, Villain had wanted Henchman with them. Of course, it was agony knowing they couldn't even say goodbye. But anything but a clean break would have been worse. They couldn't just ask Henchman to give up their position, goals, and standing for life of nothing. No, more than that, they couldn't bear to see Henchman's devotion grow into disdain. The loss of their powers was the loss of their worth. Henchman would've clung to the threads of their memories but ultimately, Villain would have failed them.

Henchman dropped Villain's wrist but huddled in a little closer. "And...now that I'm here?"

Villain's heart panged. "You should go back."

Henchman hugged tight around Villain's legs, almost like a lifeline. "Why?"

Moment of truth. Time to make this permanent. “I’m not going back.”

“I know.”

“I can’t. I’m ruined. Those heroes took everything when they stripped me and left me for dead."

"I know."

"And even if I wasn’t. I still wouldn’t go back. I was getting tired. Losing focus. That's how they got me in the first place."

“I know.”

Why did they keep saying that? Obviously, they did not know if they could be so casual. This was the rest of their life!

“Henchman, I can’t give you anything anymore. I don't have the influence or power to protect you. I can't bring about a bright new world. I'm spent. A pathetic shell. You should find another person to serve. I'll never be able to give you what you want."

Henchman turned their head up at them. "Why would I want any of that?"

Villain choked. "Don't you?"

"Maybe when I was a kid. Things change over a couple decades." They lifted their head and sank back on their heels. "Your powers were amazing. It's true that they drew me to you. But I never stuck around for that. Or for the status. You're just so..." Henchman broke off, face crinkling as they searched for the word. Finally, they shrugged. "I don't know; it's too big. You spent so long taking care of me. Looking out for me. Giving me chances I didn't think I deserved. Let me do the same for you." Henchman took their hand in both of theirs, hesitantly kissing one knuckle. "Just let me be with you."

Villain flushed a little. They'd always been close. Close enough for feelings. Close enough for both to recognize it in the other. But there had never seemed to be a right time to acknowledge them out loud.

"Do you really not want me here?" Henchman said at Villain's extended silence.

"You'd be ok with a normal life?" Villain pressed. "No powers, no schemes, no money, just me?"

"It's always been just you."

Villain slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of Henchman. "Of course, I want you here."

They couldn't keep their voice from cracking in the middle and the next thing they knew they were folded up in Henchman's arms. They melted immediately. All the shame, fear, and frustration seemed to fade right out of them.

"I love you."

Henchman jolted a little, but as they pressed their head to Villain's, Villain saw a smile tugging at their lips. "Good. Then I'll always, always stay."

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snippet #2 — constantly rotting

CW — depressed / burnt out henchman , bed rotting , mentioning of medications, dissociating

Henchman hasn't picked up any of the calls from the Villain lately and dear god, Villain was displeased.

And for a good reason, Henchman was the most trusted out of all henchmen in the organization with how well they perform and how they had stayed with the villain since the beginning.

so, how did it all change? They showed up less and less ever since That incident, even if Villain had called or visited them, they didn't have the energy to get out of their bed- their boss being unhappy with their lack of presence was reasonable.

all they do is rot in bed. constantly felt like they were only wasting their years.

Hell, Henchman doesn't even have enough money to live anymore so not only were they on the brink of getting fired or even considering retirement at this point but also getting kicked out of their own apartment.

This is stupid.

They were unemployed in their personal life and even if they did show up at work again, they felt nothing but guilt as others started to talk to them less or try to avoid them ever since. They didn't even know what they did wrong?

so every conversation they tried to take part in felt awkward because of that.

They looked around their room, everything was..a mess.

They sat up on their bed, looking down at their scar filled arms. Why are they even willing to devote themselves to a criminal, thus risking their own life?

many thoughts ran to their head until their phone started to ring again. another daily call from their boss, apparently.

they let it ring until it hung up on itself, while waiting so they finally got up, put on their uniform, and got ready.

if they had remembered correctly, they were called for a personal meeting upon stepping in the building.

And if Henchman was being honest, they were anxious. but at this point, do they even care what would happen to them? no.

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Well, that didn't go well. for the henchman, at least.

It felt like a counseling session rather than a meeting and it took them back to when they were in highschool.

back to when they got so fucked up that they got sent to therapy and put into medications.

the villain was..worried, yet displeased. they not only had known each other for awhile on the job but they've also been close.

fuck, they felt even more terrible after they were dismissed. going back here was a mistake.

They were ordered to organize more paperworks and, even if the villain didn't say it directly, they didn't want to disappoint the villain even further so they got to work.

Now here they are, printing copies of the documents the villain gave, I mean, most of the time they were dissociating anyway.

nothing felt real at this point, they felt extremely disconnected from their body. almost as if their own body doesn't belong to them.

they wanted to go back rotting in their room again but it seemed like it wasn't an option now that they were here.

they were just staring at the printer as the machine does its thing, well, at least their body is. they didn't seem to hear the knocking on the door of their little office the villain provided them until they felt a tap on their shoulder.

#heroes and villains #hero x villain community #henchman #henchman prompts #villain x henchman #but vague and could be interpreted as platonic or romantic .. qpr even #had That moment so i had to write it oops #did you know that. #adhd depression bpd And udd henchman canon #projecting #i listened to songs that were used for mlp infection videos for this #That incident is up to interpretation #lmk if u want a continuation just open up the mailbox

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"oh my stars we formed a persecutor and a factive of Villain"

"a What"

— . . prompt #12 ?

Prompt #417

Villain A has decided to use their technology/magic to literally place themself into the heard of their archnemesis so as to manipulate them from within their own mind.

What they weren't expecting, upon carrying out their plan, was a bunch of already existing people inside Hero B's head shutting that down almost immediately. And why do they keep calling Villain A a "persecutor factive"?

#heroes and villains #hero prompt #villain prompt #osddid system

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Could you do a villain in a coma and the hero visits them or something. Maybe it's Hero's fault they are there or maybe they just feel bad because no one will visit them.

“We’re not accepting visitors at this time.”

“I know, I know. Just give me a few minutes. That’s all I need,” Hero insisted, clutching the small bouquet of flowers in their hands.

The receptionist raised a brow at them from her position behind the desk. ”You’ll have to come back later today. Rules are rules.”

“This is the only time slot I have.” That was a lie. Hero just couldn’t risk getting spotted by any other people that could be coming to see Villain—like their henchmen or their sidekick. “I know them really well and I haven’t been able to see them since they ended up in the hospital. Please.”

There was a moment of tense silence, then the receptionist sighed and slid them a visitor pass. “Fine. You get 15 minutes. They’re in room 404 just down the corridor.”

Hero exhaled, relief—and admittedly, dread—washing through them. “Thank you, thank you so much.” They grabbed the slip of paper and rushed off down the hallway, ignoring the startled gazes of other patients and doctors.

401, 402, 403…

They stopped abruptly at the next room.

The door was closed, showcasing a small plastic holder that contained a checklist—probably to keep a log of who was checking up on Villain—and the number 404 printed right next to it in white bold font.

They didn’t realize how badly they were shaking until they attempted to hand their visitor pass on the doorknob and nearly dropped it.

Should they really be here? After what they did?

They shook their head. They only had 15 minutes anyway, and it wasn’t like Villain could tell them to leave.

Hero sucked in a tight breath and turned the handle, swinging the door open.

The room was relatively cold and smelled strongly of disinfectant and other sterile things. There was no sound except for a muted, steady beeping sound coming from the heart monitor machine by the window.

Hero stepped inside and closed the door behind them. They slowly walked over to the bed, navigating between the IV drips with a sinking feeling in their stomach.

They stared.

Villain was tucked in under the covers, an oxygen mask fitted snugly over their face and thin tubes connecting to applicators in their arms from the IVs. Their only movement was the rhythmic rise and fall of their chest.

They looked so…peaceful. Calm. Almost like they were at ease.

No shit. They were in a coma. But Hero couldn’t seem to recollect a time when they’d seen Villain without a scowl or a glare on their face.

They placed the flowers on the baby blue nightstand and sat down in the chair provided by the bedside.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“I know you can‘t hear me, Villain,” Hero finally choked out, bracing their arms on their thighs. “Or talk to me. But I know you probably hate the living shit out of me.” They laughed tightly, void of humor. “Just like you always do, but probably more so this time around.”

Beep. Beep.

“I just...I don’t even know why I’m here. You probably wouldn’t even want me here ‘cause…well fuck, I put you in this place.” Their voice faltered, going hoarse. “I swear, I didn’t mean to. The bomb…the bomb went off earlier than I expected and I meant to get you out before it was supposed to explode but it….” They released a shaky breath, blinking hard.

“I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I know, I fucking know it won’t make a difference. An apology isn’t gonna bring you out of this state, it’s not gonna right the wrongs even if you did wake up.” They fingered a small hole in their shirt, feeling the tears begin to trickle down their cheeks. “But I just—just wish that you could come back because this whole thing has been tearing me up from the inside out. You didn’t deserve this.”

”And, fuck, I miss you. I really miss…you. You’ve been gone for a month now and,” their voice cracked, “and things just haven’t been the same.”

“I’m sorry,” they whispered. “I really am.”

They had so much more to say. A million more apologies, a life’s worth of guilt and anger at themselves and at Villain’s recklessness.

A possible goodbye.

So many things, so many words, all cut short with the two knocks from the nurse at the door.

Hero stood up, wiping their face with their sleeve, and spared Villain one last glance before they walked out and returned their pass to the receptionist.

They waited and waited and waited, hoping—just hoping—that Villain had somehow heard them or would one day wake up.

They didn’t care, they thought, if Villain wanted to kill them if they ever came out of the hospital. They didn’t care if Villain wanted to tear up the Hero agency or burn down the whole city. They just wanted them back.

They never got their wish.

#hey . hey whatvdo you mean by tyhe last line h #uncontrollable cryinf. ueueue

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odd that villains make a heart when talking to their heroes. almost like they’re in love with them or something

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Prompt (255)

“Have you seen my villain?” The hero asked frantically. “Short, cute, always giving evil speeches and building death rays?”

#owlmouse core #ocs

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Prompt #11

“ and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "i love you." ”

#hero x villain #hero x villain community #hero x villain prompts #hero prompt #villain prompt #hero x supervillain #heroes and villains #henchman x henchman #villain x henchman #sidekick x henchman #civilian x villain #civilian x hero #superhero x supervillain #ngl i feel like this would be more henchman x henchman #bc yknow theyre in an evil organization obviously not for love but OUGHGGGG this one henchman that caught the other's eye.

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You are kidnapped by the villain regularly, but you’re starting to look forward to it. You know they won’t hurt you, and are simply being dramatic. It also doesn’t help that you are the only person they ever kidnap. This time, the hero doesn’t bother trying to save you.

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"Being around you feels like starving on a full stomach. You fill up my life yet I still feel empty inside,"

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ME. OH MY GOD. I THINK ABOUT SOMETBING AND THOIGJT "OH IT WOULD BE SILLY IF I MAKE DESIGNS FOR ME TO VISUALIZE THEM EASIER" BUT GUESS FUCKINF WHAT.

every single time i get an idea for a hero+villain dynamic i end up making like five more ocs its horrible someone save me

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Prompt #255

“Sorry, the heist went so badly, boss,” Henchman said.

Villain appreciated how the subordinate shortened their strides to match their own limping pace; they just wished it wasn’t also so humiliating. That hero had thrown them. Literally thrown them. Like a ragdoll. Into a wall.

“It’s fine.” A bit of warmth trickled out their nostril—again—and Villain wiped yet another streak of blood on the back of their hand. “We’ve now identified the hero’s powers, so next time should be better.”

Henchman chuckled.

Villain’s body instinctively stiffened, but the laugh didn’t sound mocking so much as warm.

“Can I buy you dinner?”

Villain stopped in their tracks. Henchman seemed to be staring straight at them but…no. There was no way. And not while they were covered in blood and sweat and probably visible stupidity. They gave the area a quick looked around before rendering Henchman’s eyes.

“Me?”

“Of course you,” Henchman said, yet another warm laugh burbling up.

Villain blinked. This had to be a joke, right? Or a pity invite? Of course, they felt bad for them after such a pathetic display of villainy. That made so much more sense. “To cheer me up?”

“Well, yeah,” Henchman said. “But mostly because I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while. You’re not in a relationship are you?”

Villain’s heart stuttered in confusion. What was happening? Did they get a concussion when they hit that wall? Were they understanding this conversation correctly?

“N-no.”

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The hero's behavior always seemed familiar to the villain. The wording of the speech, the fighting style, and even the appearance of the suit were eerily familiar.

The villain tried not to pay attention to this, until one day he finds photographs in the hero’s lair.

Photo of a young hero and a supervillain.

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"it might seem crazy what I'm bout to say.."

#hero x villain #im tired right now #doingrequest soon . hang in there parent villain anon #how i feel after not eating breakfast until now #hashtag slay

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Hero x villain

Hero is in a bad mood and villain is being annoying finally hero has enough and takes their anger out on villain, it comes to a shock to everyone because hero has never been this aggressive

#FUCK i love heroes who just . snapped