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amethysts-prompts · 1 year
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Prompt #224
“You- you helped me.”
“Must have forgotten I was the villain. Don’t start gaining any expectations of me; this is a one-time thing.”
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Prompt #30
Hero or villain leaves one day without a word. The other tracks them down and discovers they're in another country. They're living a completely normal life, speaking a different language. Other person is very confused obv
Confrontation happens and the other says three words that explain everything...
"My visa expired."
Can be the fake married that turns into real love hero x villain trope that everyone loves
If it's a villain who leaves then it's funny coz they leave so they won't be illegal? When they're a criminal and commit illegal activities anyway?
If it's a hero who leaves then it's a subversion of patriotism coz the hero was an immigrant and just a global citizen and good person, or something (I lost my train of thought while writing this)
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Between Mice and Magic
NOT A PR0MPT
Spicy (but not explicit- and only for a short bit, really)
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“I hate to admit it, little mouse, but you are becoming quite the nuisance.”
Hero ignored Villain as best she could as she fought with the ropes which bound her. Her wrists stung behind her back and her ankles were screaming from another over-the-top restraint.
As anyone would know it, Hero was weak. Her skillsets relied on nimbleness. Being small and lightweight meant she was the best sneak anyone could afford, but it came at a cost.
This wasn’t to say she couldn’t fight. Swords were no match for her when they were easily knocked to the ground. And after then, it was only a matter of pushes and pulls in just the right places of her opponent’s body.
However, hand-to-hand combat meant nothing in the face of magic. Hero thought such a force was an outdated source of combat- after so many wars, so many imprisonments...as far as the world knew it, magic was a thing of the past, buried so deeply in earth that it could never be found again. It would remain unknown, even to the gods, many had thought.
Yet here she was, trapped.
Of course, ropes were far from magic, but the deadly, deafening pulsing of the room when she had snuck through the window hadn’t been. Hero figured the use of ropes had been within reason; she just wasn’t sure how.
Maybe it was to belittle her- Hero didn’t know magic, and perhaps Villain thought she would want magic. Would feel lesser for not having it.
Or maybe it was to frighten her- magic was so poorly thought of that anyone, even a king, would be scared to witness it. And, if Hero couldn’t escape regular restraints, what would make her think she could face Villain’s magic? He could snap his fingers and she would fall to one knee, or both.
Though, if Villain had been trying to scare Hero with his magic, it wasn’t working. She was more bothered with the scratchy ropes than breath of old gods.
“What should I do with you?” Villain wondered aloud.
Clearly, it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but Hero answered anyway. “If I am such a pest, would it not be easiest to kill me?” She didn’t consider the absurdity of joking with Villain as she continued to pull uselessly at her wrists. “Then again, I could never fit in a mouse trap, so if playing is another option, then I guess I should take that instead.”
“I could play with you, if that is what you wanted.”
The confinements were weighing less on Hero’s mind. There was peril in the game she was playing- this Cat & Mouse- but she was confident. She shrugged, as much as she could manage. “Maybe if you untied me-”
Villain laughed, a sound so gaudy and aggravatingly alluring. Like any lord, he was attractive, but Hero was willing to bet it was a guise made by magic.
“But you look so nice all tied up for me.” His voice was mocking now, playful. Just as Hero intended when she started this charade.
“Please,” she scoffed, understanding perfectly well what he was implying- what she implied first. “What could I do to you that you could not do to yourself? I am sure your magic has a better hand than mine.” She rolled her eyes, still in her seat, still in her restraints.
Eventually, she hoped, the lord would tire of this banter. He would untie her, thinking he could make a toy out of a mouse, and she would make her escape.
“You know what I think?” Hero taunted.
Villain hummed, expectantly.
“I think a game is all you ever wanted,” she admitted, and for once, she wasn’t playing a survivor’s role. “If I were such a nuisance, you would have done this already.” She nodded, a gesture to herself. “You wanted me all along; you just wanted a chase first. Am I not right, cat?”
“You think you know me better than myself.”
“An easy observation when you think about it,” she tutted. “You are becoming predictable after so many of my break-ins.”
His eyebrows went flat- unamused. “Tell me again,” Villain said.
Hero stayed silent. There was a stone-cold edge to Villain’s voice. It changed so frequently that Hero almost felt dizzy despite her stillness. At first, he was calculated, then playful, now dangerous. He was insulted, and as scary as he could be.
“Go on. Tell me how predictable I am. Tell me all the secrets I have up my sleeve and how easily you know I could tear this world apart if only I had the patience and will to do so. Tell me how well you know me.”
The air was heavy, and Hero found herself swallowing, before daring to say, “I know that it is neither patience, nor will, which stops you from doing as you say.”
“Is that right?”
She swallowed. Nodded. “Even with all your magic,” Hero said, silently reciting the countless letters she found hidden in the lord’s manor, “you are afraid you will never be enough- that somehow your image will never outgrow your father’s. You fear judgement, Villain.”
“I was so certain you wanted to play”- he admired his hand, turning it as if he held something in it- ”but now I wonder if you-”
Something was glowing in his hand- something so close to a flame that Hero exclaimed, “I do! I do want to play.” The game was no longer about flirting; it was about fear and desperation, chasing each other like a fox and a rabbit.
Please do not kill me. It was such a quiet request, even in her own head, but she knew the urgency which she spoke in was real. Hero was desperate, and she knew Villain understood that by the grin he wore.
“Then run,” Villain spoke.
A weight dropped from Hero’s wrists and ankles but she didn’t make a move. “You are tricking me,” she whispered. He wouldn’t let her go that easily. The moment she stood, Villain would slam her back down with the breath of his nose, or he would spring roots from the ground to drag her into the ground...
“Please.”
“Play the game, or I will end it right now.”
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chaotic-orphan · 1 year
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Heroic betrayal
Hero followed the villain through the winding trees, arms braced in front of them at the oncoming bushes and branches they had to wade through before they got to a clearing.
Hero stopped, breath hitting off cold air, surrounding them in smoke. They listened for any sound but heard nothing.
Then – there.
A sudden movement.
Hero bolted after Villain again, hot on their heels as they sprinted after them. Villain was so close. Hero had to push a little faster. Hero reached out to grab Villain when someone knocked into them from the side. The trees extended above Hero, the world seeming to stretch as they fell.
Hero’s head hit off the frozen ground hard, rattling their brain, the world growing hazy for a moment. Hero’s assailant landed on top of Hero and while Hero was momentarily stunned, they sat up, knees straddling Hero’s hips effectively pinning them. Hero swung a closed fist up, but their wrist was caught, and their attacker pinned the other to the ground as well.
“Well, well, well. As I live and breathe, Hero. It’s been a long time.”
Hero would recognise that stupid drawl anywhere.
“Flynn?” Hero asked, their brain trying to catch up with their mouth. “What are you doing here? Get off me! Villain’s getting away.”
“I know,” Flynn said with an easy smile. “I’m meant to distract you.”
Hero’s blood ran cold. “What?”
Flynn tilted his head down at Hero.
“I didn’t hit you that hard, did I? If I want you to not remember something I won’t beat the memory out of you, don’t worry,” he said, leaning down to get closer to Hero, whispering, “I’ll take it.”
Hero threw all their weight into their hips, as they shifted, rolling Flynn off them so they were on top.
“As you like it, sweetheart,” Flynn chuckled. Hero threw a fist out and this time it landed.
“You’re a traitor?” Hero breathed when Flynn smiled up at them. “You’re one of them?! That’s why supervillain knows every move before we make it…”
Flynn put his two hands behind his head, grinning up at Hero with a charming smile. “I always did love when the mystery was solved in the end. Especially by you, that look on your face.”
“We were friends!” Hero snarled, fists grabbing the collar of Flynn’s shirt to make him listen. This wasn’t some game or joke they could just disregard. How could they be so calm? This couldn’t be happening. Everyone loved Flynn, everyone. He was always so nice.  
“We are friends, dear Hero.”
“Not if you do this. Not if you’re one of them. Sidekick got hurt because of you!”
“And they’ll heal, won’t they? I warned them not to be put their nose in other people’s business.”
Hero sagged a bit. Their grip loosening.
“Are you going to take my memory?” Hero whispered quietly.
Flynn’s gaze softened and he put a gentle hand on Hero’s wrist. “No. I would never do that to you.”
Hero’s eyes widened in surprise.
“But… but I know now. I’ll tell Superhero— do you want to be found out?”
Flynn’s smile turned secretive, like he knew something Hero didn’t. “No, you won’t.”
Hero stared at him; mouth open in silent confusion. Which all ended when they felt cold metal press against the back of their skull. Flynn beamed at someone behind Hero, then fixed his smug gaze on Hero’s eyes.
“You won’t because you’re coming with us.”
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Continued here
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Prompt #590
"But you're just a child," [Hero] seemed to deflate as [Child] stood in front of them, mask affixed firmly to their face. "You shouldn't be doing this! Regardless of the power you possess."
"I know that," [Child] spoke, their voice young, too young, "But I don't have much of a choice. Waiting until I'm older isn't an option for me. Because after what they did to me, I'll never be older."
[Hero] felt their breath catch in their throat, "What do you mean?"
"This power comes at a cost," [Child] wilted, "It'll rip me apart before my 16th birthday."
[Hero] felt horror flood through their body before it was quickly replaced with rage, "Who did this?" they seethed, "Who did this to you?"
[Child] tiled their head, "Do you really not know?"
"No. But if you tell me, I'll make sure they pay."
[Child] silently considered them for a moment before speaking words that made [Hero]'s world shattered.
"[Hero Orginization]."
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gingerly-writing · 1 year
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Prompt #3231
“You saved my sister-”
“I save everyone. I’m a hero. It’s what we do.”
“Not all heroes would save a villain’s family. Less than half. Maybe less than a quarter. But you did.”
“No need to sound so surprised. I like to think I’m a good person. And I’d like to think you think that too.”
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puddleslimewrites · 1 year
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Nuisance (Part 4)
Part 1 / Part 3 // Part 5
"She stole my cinnamon bun." That...was not what Hero intended to say the next time they saw Villain.
Villain looked at them, unimpressed. "Really? That's what you're pouting about?"
"I'm not pouting," the hero pouted.
Villain rolled their eyes. "Right. And I should care about this because…?"
"Because it's your kid and she stole my cinnamon bun," Hero huffed. They didn't know why they were acting so childish. Normally they would go stiff around Villain, and the other was hardly up for banter on a good day.
"I'm not responsible for what she steals," Villain said dismissively.
Hero eyed them - still without pouting - and came up with what must have been their best and worst idea ever. "You should buy me a cinnamon bun."
Villain raised a delicate brow. "And why would I do that?"
"Because your kid stole my cinnamon bun? We've just been over this. It's only fair."
Their nemesis snorted, "And what about me makes you think I'm fair?"
"The fact that you're going to buy me another cinnamon bun," Hero said resolutely.
Villain scowled. Since when was Hero this annoying? The other didn't look like they would be changing their mind any time soon, so the criminal decided to just give in. They had better things to do than argue with petty heroes.
"Fine," they spat. "You'll get your cinnamon bun when we're done here."
They fully intended to escape without making good on that promise but it seemed today was just not their day.
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Of all the times for the little nuisance not to show. She hadn't turned up all day but Villain knew she always lurked around in this area. She was annoying and needlessly demanding when it came to attention, but they would take anything over this.
After pinning them down and arranging a time, Hero finished the fight and the two went their separate ways. Villain was careful to watch their back after leaving the house later on but Hero still managed to find them.
Beside Villain, Hero hummed as they walked to the bakery where Hero had gotten their precious cinnamon bun. They seemed far too happy for Villain's liking.
"Would you shut up?" they finally snapped.
Hero did so immediately.
Villain cast their eyes about. She was always in this area. Why hadn't she shown up to be her usual bothersome self yet?
"Looking for someone?" Hero queried.
Villain gave them no more than a side-eyed glance in acknowledgement. Hero continued to observe them in silence.
They knew the moment she started following them. Villain's shoulders relaxed minutely. If Hero noticed the change they didn't comment on it.
"This bakery of yours is ridiculously far," Villain grumbled. They'd been walking for over ten minutes now - ten agonizingly awkward minutes.
"It's not much farther." If Villain didn't know any better they would have thought that Hero sounded nervous. But that was ridiculous. They were the one forcing Villain to do this in the first place.
Villain glared and crossed their arms. This was going to be a long evening.
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Their Favourite Hobby Part 2
Part 1 
CW: Angst, anger, crying, yelling, I’m not sure what else but they argue, someone punches a wall
If I have forgotten to include anything let me know please
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Villain watched Hero twitch and struggle in their sleep. They’d watched it happen many times before, too many different people, watched them suffer through their worst nightmares and memories. Sometimes Villain would watch too, a simple touch, that’s all it took, and they were privy to information no one wanted them to have. They couldn’t read minds, not exactly, but the distinction didn’t matter to most. Villain could unveil them, and that’s all people cared about.
Once upon a time Villain had cared about that, tried their best to seem none threatening. Now they did everything they could to make the process as painful as possible. As torturous as they could.
And right now, they hated themself for it. Villain refused to touch Hero, despite their desire to soothe them, to try and ease the pain. They watched Hero in their forced sleep, watched their expression creasing in pain and fear. It made Villain uncomfortable. It made them... hurt, and that was something they were still getting used to.
It’s not like Villain enjoyed hurting people, no, they enjoyed karma, people getting what they deserved. They enjoyed revealing the ugly truth to the world, prying out the dirty secrets people didn’t want to be seen.  
Before, Villain had thought Hero as arrogantly righteous as the other people on their side. Thought they were like all the others who considered themselves gods who could rule over people simply because of what they could do. Villain had planned to unravel them in front of the world, and then they met them, and things changed. For a moment Villain even questioned all the other heroes too.
But not anymore.
Hero shot awake, still stuck in the panic of their nightmare. Villain reached for them, but they recoiled so fiercely that they fell off the bed, scrambling as far away from Villain as they could. Their eyes glowed, teeth bared in a snarl as they stared at someone else.
“Hero, it’s me,” Villain said, holding their arms out, carefully approaching a wild beast.
Hero’s breath came short and rapid as they glanced around the room, body shivering against the adrenaline pumping through them. Their eyes fell back on Villain, glowing brighter as they tensed, before slowly fading to normal. Hero’s expression softened, then twisted in confusion.
“Where- what,” they blinked, “where are we?”
“An old compound,” Villain said. “It’s inactive, but still safe.”
The room they were in was simple, a couple of a beds with accompanying bedside tables, but what currently held Hero’s interest was the bookshelf wedged in the corner. They frowned at it, sensing something further.
“A secret passageway?” They asked.
Villain shrugged, “yeah, they were big on that in the old days. Not sure why we really stopped, now people just kill each other. If you ask me secret doors are much more exciting.”
Hero chuckled, rubbing at their head, “yeah that’s because you’re dramatic.”
Villain eyed them, as they smiled. Sometimes this happens too.
“Well of course, if I’m not dramatic I’m just evil and that’s boring.”
Hero rolled their eyes, “you aren’t evil.”
Villain crossed their arms, trying to suppress the urge to shift on their feet. Their skin itched with restlessness and that made them feel more uncomfortable. They were Villain, they would do anything for Hero, but this insecurity was getting to them.
Hero tried standing, their legs shaking, and Villain moved forward, catching them.
“Thanks,” Hero said, so genuinely, so truthfully. They leant against the wall, still holding their head.
Villain licked their lips. “Do you remember what happened?”
Hero’s brows creased together, flickers of pain etching into the motion as they dug through their memories.
“I remember being in the alley, we were talking,” they frowned. “Did we argue?”
It would have been so easy for Villain to lie, to sweep this under the rug but they found themself incapable.
“Yeah, we did,” they said. Villain crossed their arms a little tighter. “You told me that someone was hurting you.”
The fear that spread across Hero’s face made something Villain didn’t know existed shift inside of them. It was all they could do to keep their face straight.
“I,” Hero fumbled for words. They swallowed. “What else did I say?”
“That we can’t be friends,” Villain said, hesitating, “and especially not more.”
Their eyes dropped, Villain had never seen them look so small.
“Well, I had a point.”
Villain’s body betrayed them but as they opened their mouth Hero spoke.
“Wait, how did I get here then?” They frowned, then their eyes widened. “You knocked me out.”
The anger caught in Villain’s throat. Yes, they did indeed do that, but they had reason, they felt justified, but nothing excused that betrayal.
Villain tried anyway. “You told me people are hurting you,” they said, “did you expect me to just let you go back?”
Hero’s jaw tightened and that smallness left their body, reminding Villain how physically smaller then Hero they actually were. They weren’t afraid of Hero, couldn’t be, but Hero was a frightening person. The sheer power in their movements, even the tiniest gesture of their hand reminded them of how breakable Villain was. But Villain wasn’t afraid, Hero would never hurt them, no matter how angry they made them.
Hero pushed themself off the wall.
“I didn’t expect you to actually kidnap me and hold me against my will.”
“I’m not holding you against your will,” Villain scoffed, “but I don’t want you to go back.”
“Well, you don’t get a say in my life,” Hero snapped stepping closer. “You don’t even know what’s happening and you think you can make some call on what’s best for me?”
“Well if you would just tell me what the hell is happening, I would be able to make an informed decision and I wouldn’t have to kidnap you for your own safety.”
“Oh so this is my fault is it?” Their eyes glowed faintly, “I’m at fault for you kidnapping me.”
Villain wanted to say yes but they knew that was wrong. It was Villain’s decision to do this, but what other choice did they have? Let Hero go back somewhere they were in harm’s way? It’s not like Hero wasn’t used to danger, that they weren’t in danger almost every other day, but this was different. The look in their eyes. Hero didn’t fear enemies, they didn’t fear dangerous missions, but whatever was happening at their base, they feared that.
“No,” Villain finally said, “it’s not your fault. I just…” they took in a breath, let it out. “I want you to make sure you’re safe.”
“Well guess what, you can’t,” Hero growled. “Just because I’m nice to you doesn’t mean you get to control my life.”
Villain raised a brow. “Nice? That’s what we’re calling it?”
“It doesn’t matter what we call it, it’s my life and I am going back whether you like it or not.”
They took a step and Villain mirrored them.
“Why?” Villain demanded. “You could just stay with me. I won’t let them get to you.”
Hero laughed bitterly.
“Yeah, because that would work out.”
Villain hesitated for a second, an idea swirled in their mind, drifting from horrible idea to the only one they have left that might work. Hero was stubborn, but most of all controlled with their words, always picking the right ones for the right moment never giving away more information then they wanted. Unless of course they were angry.
“Why wouldn’t it?” Villain snapped, “what, are you ashamed to be with me?”
The sarcastic smile dropped without a trace. “Excuse me?”
“Or do you still think you’re somehow better than everyone else?”
“Really? You’re going to go there? After everything we’ve been through?”
Villain knew it was a low blow, regretted it immediately but they couldn’t stop now. They didn’t want to.
“And here I was thinking you were different from them. Here I thought you were different from Superhero.”
Out of everything, that seemed to be the worst mistake of all.
Hero’s eyes lit up, the glow rising into their pupils like luminescence floating up in the ocean. With it came rage, a feral rage that possessed them, that had killed many of Villain’s comrades before and now was targeted at them. Hero grabbed their shirt and slammed them against the wall, breath rushing out of their lungs.
Villain’s heart pounded in their ears, and they tried to steel themself. They didn’t fear Hero, they didn’t, but adrenaline pumped through their veins as Hero snarled and bared those animalistic teeth.  They had torn into Villain once before, and for a split second the rage burned bright, Hero leaned in, and Villain considered that they may just bite them once again. Despite the fear of that pain, a part of their brain was content with it. Fair enough, it thought, I know you won’t let it kill me, even if you won’t admit it.
But as Hero leaned in, Villain found something in their eyes they didn’t expect. They found desperation.
“You have no idea what you are talking about,” Hero hissed. “You think you are so smart, but you have no idea what is happening. You and your people don’t even have a clue who Superhero really is, what they are up to, and if I can’t free myself what makes you think, you of all people, can?”
Villain raised their brows, expression as gentle as possible.
“Free?”
Hero faltered. The rage momentarily giving way to some sort of panic before quickly coming back and they opened their mouth again, but Villain interrupted.  
“Do I mean nothing to you?” Villain said.
Hero’s grip tightened and they had to close their eyes. Villain watched their body shake, their jaw tighten so hard Villain could see all the muscles strain. They swallowed, watching Hero carefully, acutely aware of how trapped they are should they push Hero too far. Hero
Hero threw them aside and let out a yell as they punched the wall, fist shooting through the dry wall easily and Villain heard a thunk as they hit the reinforcement behind it.
Villain composed themself, turning on the ground to watch tears streaming down Hero’s face as they punched the wall again, another guttural cry releasing from them. The yell gave way to sobs and Hero fell to their knees.
Villain hesitated. They hadn’t expected crying. Of course they were aware Hero was capable of it, everyone is, but, they had never seen them cry before, not even come close. Even when they had lost other Hero, or failed to save someone, it was always anger they defaulted to.
They moved tentatively to Hero’s side, hands fluttering and hesitating around them as Villain got close. They touched Hero’s arm, careful to block the link that tried to form to Hero’s mind.
When Hero didn’t recoil or lash out, Villain wrapped their arm around them, then moved into a full-on hug as Hero now sobbed into their chest.
“I can’t tell you,” they choked in between cries. “I would if I could, but I can’t. I can’t lose the only good thing that has happened to me my entire life.”
“You’re entire life?”
Villain for some reason couldn’t wrap their head around that. There was no way they were the only good thing in Hero’s life. Sure, their life isn’t all sunshine and roses, a hero’s life can be lonely and taxing, but Hero had so many other people at their side, so many opportunities at their fingertips. They could ask for anything and it could be council approved in hours. So how could they, a villain, be the only good thing? Does it even matter?
No, they decided, it does not.
“Hero,” Villain said, “look at me.”
Hero didn’t, instead taking long and strangled breaths as they tried calming down. Villain leaned back slightly, plucked their chin and raised their head. Their eyes were somehow still glowing, but the red puffiness around the edges took from their ferocity.
“I am a villain, I have done bad things and put myself in many a dangerous situation. I put myself in front of people like Superhero, and even Superhero themself, on the regular. If there is anyone capable of helping you, of being safe in this situation, it’s me. I don’t care what it is, who it is, if someone is hurting you, if someone is making you feel restrained or forced, I will do everything in my power to remove them from the face of this earth.”
Hero sat up, pulling themself from Villain’s embrace but didn’t meet their gaze, instead their eyes drifting off, not seeing the room around them.
“Superhero is a force like no other,” Hero said, their voice quiet and distant. “Even I can’t…”
They closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they were no longer glowing.
“What is Superhero doing?”
Hero shook their head. Villain leaned forward and gripped Hero’s shoulders, catching their gaze with a determination Villain hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Hero,” they said, “please. Let me do this for you.”
Hero stared, and Villain felt their heart flutter as they watched emotions flicker through those breathtaking eyes. They would stare into them all day, if they could, instead they watched fear and hopelessness take over and drown them.
Villain never wanted to see that again and fire burned inside of them.
Hero’s breath hitched and for a second Villain worried they had done something, but Hero’s head whipped around, and they stood, Villain rising with them.
“What’s-”
“Run,” Hero said.
“What?”
Hero turned and pushed Villain towards the back wall.
“You need to run,” they said they grabbed bookshelf and pushed it aside, books tumbling out of it.
“Hero what’s happening?”
They ignored Villain and opened the secret passageway.
“Superhero is here,” they said. “And they will kill you if they see you. Please, just run.”
“You are coming with me,” Villain said grabbing their arm.
Hero pulled away.
“No, I can’t. If I do, he will just keep following us. If you want to help me, right now you need to get away.”
Any protest was shut down as Hero pushed Villain into the passageway, closing the door behind them.
“Hero,” Villain yelled, scrambling to open it but a loud snap on the other side of the wall broke whatever mechanism allowed the wall to move. Villain listened to the heavy scrape of the bookshelf being moved back and they abandoned the door and moved to the computer screen a few steps away.
The screen lit up, just as Superhero walked into the room, blood on their clothes.
“Ah, Hero, so happy to see you safe,” Superhero beamed.
Hero said nothing, Superhero didn’t seem to care as they looked around the room.
“No Villain?”
Hero shook their head.
“Shame, I really wanted to meet the foe who seems to keep outwitting my best hero.”
Hero’s eyes were glued to the ground, their body so rigid and straight, so small looking in front of Superhero. Villain’s jaw ached but they couldn’t unclench it as they stared at Superhero’s stupid grin. At the look in their eyes.
“Come on then Hero, let’s get you home before these nasty villains can do anything else to you.”
Villain silently begged Hero not to go, but they knew better. They knew the look in Superhero’s eyes. And so, against every fibre in Villain’s being that was screaming at them to do something, they just watched Hero leave, Superhero wrapping an arm around their shoulders.
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nwodwols · 7 months
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Good Terms x Boy Hero
Sixteen Candles (fob cover)
The Knitting Factory, NoHo
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mel-loly · 8 months
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 1 year
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Febuwhump day 24: Bloody Clothes
“Ugh, I can feel you bleeding all over me.”
Hero was focused on moving. Their body ached, every bruise and cut pulsing with pain. They could feel their wounds bleeding slowly, no doubt staining their already ruined uniform. They were running on empty, not having had a decent meal since their capture nearly two weeks ago. But they needed to keep moving. They couldn’t let either of them be captured.
“I mean, yeah, I know how to get blood outta my suit. You kinda have to know that if you’re a villain. But still, it’s super—Hey, are you even listening to me?”
Hero hadn’t expected their rescue to come in the form of their nemesis. When they’d seen Villain, dressed in a guard uniform alongside Super Villain’s other goons, they’d thought their nemesis had come to mock them. They hadn’t expected Villain to sneak into their cell in the dead of night, guards lying unconscious at the entrance, grinning with that mischievous smirk of theirs.
And now they were stumbling through the dark, Hero wrapping their arm over Villain’s shoulder for support.
It took Hero a long moment to realize Villain had asked them a question. “What?”
“Gasp!” Villain literally gasped the word, clutching their chest like an insulted noble. “You weren’t listening! How could you treat your nemesis like this!?”
Hero wanted to ask Villain the very same thing, but they didn’t. “Very easily apparently,” they grumbled instead. 
They walked in silence for a while. Or at least, as silent as things ever were with Villain. Villain seemed incapable of allowing the quiet to stretch on for long, occasionally bringing some inane topic up to break the silence. It was annoying, but the annoyance was better than the terror Hero felt at the thought of recapture. It was better than listening to their heart pound in their ears.
Hero felt themself stumble, only barely stopping themselves from collapsing. Beside them, they felt Villain stumble forward as well, dragged down by Hero’s weight. They refocused on moving forward.
“Hey, don’t pass out on me. I’m not gonna carry you.” Villain said, shifting their hold on Hero’s side.
Hero decided not to mention that Villain practically was already. Hero was only standing by Villain's support, their legs too weak to hold their weight. Their captivity left them exhausted, each step draining what little energy they had left. They could feel how Villain's muscles were straining, heart pounding as they forced the two of them forward. And yet, for all their whining, Villain didn't abandon them.
Hero decided not to mention that either. "Yeah, as if you could carry me," they snarked instead.
Villain huffed, but kept walking.
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Prompt #214
“You don’t seem to understand, so let me reiterate. This war is not over when you want it to be. You decide to stop fighting and we all die. Do you hear me?”
Hero rolled their eyes. “So a few lives are lost. So the castle gets taken over. So, so, so.” They admired their nails. “At least I’ll be left alive.”
“What makes you think you’ll be kept alive against the rest of us?”
“Because,” Hero said, “Villain loves me too much to kill me.”
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Let me care for you
Prompts used: 1 by @ideasforincorrectquotes, 2 by @seaside-writings 
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"I can take care of myself!" 
"Never doubted that. But now I will help you take care of yourself too."
That did it.
They were no longer trembling, no longer seething rage, no longer baring their teeth. 
Instead, they blinked. 
Despite containing nothing but anger a few seconds ago, their voice was now devoid of even a drop of it. "Wha-what?"
Hero didn't mind the change. "Kid," they treaded forward painstakingly slow, like they were in a valley of snakes, like one wrong move and they were done for. 
"Kid... Villain. I know you don't need me to take care of you. I know you can take care of yourself."
They toed closer, at a snail’s pace, hands facing outward as if surrendering. Or as a sign of peace. 
"I know you've been taking care of yourself as long as you can remember. I know you don't really need me to help you." 
Hero stopped about two thirds of the way through. There was still a safe distance between them, but neither made any attempt to reach out. 
"I know you don't need me to take care of you. But… I want to help take care of you." 
The villain sucked in a sharp breath. Their fists unclenched and their fingernails began scratching at the fabric of their way too worn-out shirt. 
They opened their mouth to speak. Then closed it. Then they did it again. And again.
Then they looked down. Eyes on the ground, shut so tight, their breathing was speeding up and getting louder by the second.
They scratched at their shirt with their thumb, managing a consistent pace for multiple minutes nonstop, while voicing everything that was going on in their mind. 
"You're – you're lying!" That initial anger and frustration was back. Their shoulders and fists started trembling again. "Why would you ever – YOU HATE ME, YOU'RE LYING! You're lying, you hate me, you're lying —" 
"— No, Villain —" 
"— Yes, you are! Yes, you are, yes, you are, YES, YOU ARE!" 
"Villain —" 
"— YOU ARE! YOU ARE! YOU'RE LYING!" 
Teardrops rolled off onto the stone plain below. Hero noticed the darkened stone before the tearful eyes they were coming from. They tried to console the child in front of them, but they were just met with more accusations, more tears, and more of Villain scratching at their shirt.
Until…
Villain let out a gasp. They found themself in a warmth they had never felt before. They tried to wriggle free but that just made the warmth get tighter and tighter around them.
They felt a soft touch at the back of their head, which then moved down as they felt their back being rubbed up and down.
Their breathing turned uneven as they tried to make sense of this odd trap. 
They tried to push away, to go back to the familiarity, away from this warmth. But whenever they did, they were pulled back in further. 
Warmth like a match on a cold winter's night. But a hundred times more. Warmth that embraced them all over, not just a few measly inches at a time. Warmth without the fear that it could go out any second and leave them in the dark and cold all by themself for the millionth time.
Warmth without dread. Without conditions. Without the fear of it going away any second. 
All of this made Villain feel so… 
They thrashed and thrashed, choosing to tire themself out instead of giving up, choosing to scratch and and punch and bite, but dampening Hero's shirt more and more. 
Hero's forearms ached the tighter they squeezed, and the villain had managed to get a few good scratches on their face and neck.
But they kept at it. 
They kept at it through the thrashing. They kept at it through the chill the wet tear stains gave them.
They kept at it. 
They kept at it because... Villain kept snuggling in closer and closer as their hands thrashed. Those tear stains were proof. 
Then Villain gave in once and for all. 
"I didn't-" they hiccuped, "I didn't ask- ask you to, so why? Why are you being so nice to me?" 
"Because... I want to. I want to take care of you. I want to be there for you. I want to love you… If you'll let me." 
"I- I didn't ask for your love," they sniffled.
"You didn't need to," Hero started buckling their knees. "You don't ask for love, kiddo. You just put your love out into the world, without request, without a guarantee you'll ever be loved back.
"Because that's what love is. Love is there to make the bad world brighter, to make the brightness softer, and make the soft things safer."
Hero pulled Villain in closer as they sat down. "Whether you ask to be loved or not. Whether you want to be loved or not. I will not stop loving you. 
"You don't need me to help you. You don't need me to care for you. You don't need me to be part of your life. 
"But I will be honored if you give me a chance to care for you, to help you, to love you.
"I want to be there for you, Villain. As long as you will let me."
And with that Villain gave the first and tightest hug of their life. 
Their fingernails dug in through cloth to skin. Their weak arms barely had strength to hold on for long. 
But Hero kept the hug going for both of them. 
They kept it going as Villain sobbed into their shoulder. 
They kept it going as Villain snuggled closer. 
And they kept it going even after Villain fell asleep to the sound of their heartbeat.
Fin 🧸💞
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Writing journey:
Kept coming back to it for a few days and editing as I thought of new words and saw repetitions. I think it worked well.
Also kept accidentally focusing on syllables in a sentence. Sometimes longer sentences worked, sometimes they didn't. I think that added oomph and emotion.
Wanted it to focus on warmth in brown eyes prompt so I could practice descriptions, but that didn't happen lol. Maybe next time.
Still unsure about sound of heartbeat. It was originally rhythm but neither seem to fit.
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The Sky Falls
(NOT A PR0MPT)
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“I know the world is ending, but…at least we have each other, right? Is that too cliché to say?”
Hero’s eyes almost brimmed with tears at the sentiment behind his words. The sentiment, however, was less overpowering than the sadness which was starting to rupture her heart. “Villain, I can’t do this.”
“I know it’s scary, my love, but the sky will not fall on us. If it did, you know I would protect you.” He shifted on the plaid blanket, touching Hero’s hand. His fingers were stained with paint from the mailbox at home, and Hero couldn’t help but to smile.
So kind. So kind and thoughtful, but it wasn’t true. It wasn’t Villain. “I can’t die with this lie brewing endlessly.”
“Lie? What lie?” Villain didn’t seem concerned over Hero’s words. He never was. He was too in love to have caution when it came to Hero.
“Your love isn’t real. We captured you, Villain, and Other Hero charmed you. You don’t love me. I can’t let you think your love is real when the world is about to end.”
Villain stayed quiet for some moments, and then, it seemed as though something snapped. His once plump lips tightened into a harsh line, sharper than a pair a shears.
Other Hero said it would be that easy. ‘Never even hint at the charm existing. I’m not strong enough to make my will permanent.’ Hero didn’t want it to be permanent anyway. Something about taking another person’s freedom to love who they chose didn’t sit right with her, even if Villain would be unaware of it.
“How long?” Villain asked. Hero watched his fingers curl tightly in the woven grass, and heard the stalks pop from the ground. Her chest tightened.
Maybe taking a breath would make her feel better. “Four years.” Hero swallowed.
“I reckon that’s why you said ‘no’ when I proposed?” He chuckled, and it was a laugh Hero hadn’t heard in so long. The last time she did hear it…it was when Other Hero did the charm. Villain swore it wouldn’t work, that he wasn’t capable of love- ‘…especially not for any of you.’
His voice had become soft when he experienced love. He was polite, and his nose crinkled when he smiled. For a time, Hero forgot what his frown looked like.
“There was no other way to stop you, Villain. It had to be done.”
“So what!”
Hero was frightened. For four years, his voice never raised- only became louder when he was calling Hero from the kitchen.
“You take away my free will, and now look. The sky is red, Hero. I sure as hell didn’t do that. If I wasn’t under some uncontrollable gaze, I would have stopped this shit from even happening!”
“You knew about Supervillain?”
Villain ignored her and looked to his hands, plastered in a coat of lies. That paint wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for Hero. He shook his head. “It was all I ever wanted- to not die. To- to live long enough…I was fighting my own battles, Hero. Did your team ever think of that? I knew this”- he gestured to the sky- “was happening. I was trying to stop it, dammit.”
“You said you were sick. We…I guess we thought it was a terminal illness. The charm would fix the illness, and it would stop your crazed ruthlessness. You would only experience love. We thought it was the right thing…I’m sorry.”
“Sorry,” Villain repeated with a shake of his head. “Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit!”
“You could have asked for our help,” Hero suggested softly.
“Your help? What makes you think I would have wanted to ask for it? All you have ever done is ridicule me.” Villain finally stood from the blanket and began pacing, like the ideas in his head pushed him to his feet, too full of energy. “I tell you there’s a villain- a real villain- and you turn me into this helpless, loving thing. I didn’t need love. I needed…I didn’t need anything. I was going to stop this from happening alone.”
“What about the sickness, then? Was it a lie, Villain? Something to make us feel bad for you so we’d let you go off killing again?” Villain killed. God, he killed everything. Humans and pets. Plants and fish in the ponds. Anything capable of a heartbeat was killed. For what? As far as Hero’s team was concerned, Villain was the end of the world.
“I was sick; it just wasn’t fucking cancer. I tried to tell you. Why did no one listen to me?” He sighed. “It was a disease, Hero. I don’t know where it came from, but it infected everything, and only the infected could see where it was. It was a curse- dark and evil and twisted. I watched it spread, and no one was going to stop it.”
Villain looked to the sky and a tear spring to his eye. “It used to tell me in my sleep, however seldom that was, that it was going to take over. I decided to kill it. I would kill every infected thing and then I would end it all with myself. I was going to save the world, Hero. Now there’s no hope for it at all.”
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Heroic Betrayal, part 3:
Read Part 1 Here
Read Part 2 here
This series has got my brain going brrrrr, don’t know if that’s necessarily a good thing or not but we love some old good fashioned betrayed Hero Whump
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The next thing hero remembered they were in a cell on a bed, the cuffs still firmly around their wrists. They didn’t remember how they got there, or where they were, something Hero could no doubt credit to Rivet.
So much for not using their power on me.
They were thankful Rivet had left them with their scabbard, still wrapped tight and reassuring around their chest, strapped to their back. They could grab their daggers anytime.
As soon as they took these stupid handcuffs off, they thought mulishly, staring down at their trapped hands balanced in between their bent knees.
There was a door opening somewhere nearby and Hero raised their head to look at the cell bars, waiting for whoever it was to come gloat.
Somewhere, in the dark side of their mind, a sad, quiet voice wanted nothing more than to see Rivet’s stupid face on the other side of the door.
Instead, it was Villain who appeared. Hero struggled to keep their face neutral. They didn’t want to show Villain what impact they had had on them. Villain and their stupid fucking shadows. So Hero fixed Villain with a bored stare, resting their head back against the cold wall.
“Miss me?” Hero asked, wanting to celebrate that their voice didn’t betray them. Unlike Rivet.
Villain just stared, cocking a brow at Hero. Then the shadows slipped from their palms and under their clothes, slowly, dreadfully slowly, dripping, slithering along the ground and through the bars of the cell. Hero’s heart hammered against their chest, but they forced themselves not to move. Not to react. That’s what Villain wanted, for them to scream and cry.
Fine. Maybe they would, but Villain would damn fucking sure have to work for them.
“If you want to give me a hug, Villain you can come in here and do it yourself.”
“Cute,” said Villain, cocking their head to the side, a smile slipping onto their face. “But I think I’ll leave that for Rivet.”
Hero’s heart panged at that, and they hated themselves for it. They shouldn’t be sad. They should be angry. Pissed off, but their stupid little heart ached at the mention of Rivet and they couldn’t fight the feeling.
“What was it like?” Villain asked, leaning their hands through the bars and clasping them together. Their eyes shining with malice, “realising your best friend and greatest ally was all lies. Did it hurt? I bet it hurt.”
“Ehh. You win some, you lose some,” Hero shrugged, subtly retracting their feet to their chest to evade the shadowy claws that were crawling up the bed.
“Ah. You seem more confident than before. Have time to process it all? Compartmentalise? Is that what they taught you during Hero training? Maybe I’ll ask Rivet…”
Hero smiled, the result humourless and wan. “You do that.”
The cold was the first sign that the shadows were on them. A hand wrapped around Hero’s ankle, slowly pulling their leg down. “What about you?” Hero asked, wanting to take their focus off the shadows pulling at them.
Villain’s eyebrows raised in question. “What about me?”
“You must have missed him,” hero continued, nonchalant. “I mean, when Rivet was pretending to be my friend. The late nights, the early mornings. The stakeouts… we got close. Maybe they were lying to me about being a Villain and a traitor, but still… all that time they spent with me they weren’t with you. How does that feel?”
Villain didn’t answer. Instead they drew their arm back sharply and the shadows yanked Hero down the bed, struggling against air and nothing and without their powers Hero could do nothing as they kept dragging Hero towards the bars where Villain stood.
“You’re not worth the effort,” Villain spat as they reached up and pressed their actual cold hand to Hero’s throat, keeping their chin up and forcing them to look into Villain’s cool eyes, burning with an old kind of hatred.
“Mmm,” Hero said, clearing their throat with a slight cough that highlighted Villain’s hands on their throat. “Maybe you should ask Rive—“
Villain cut Hero off by squeezing their throat against their hand. Hero pulled back, but it was as if a wall was behind them squishing them towards the bars, to Villain’s hand and their unyielding grip. Hero couldn’t even use their hands that were squished between their rib cage and the iron bars of the cell.
Eventually Villain let go and Hero pushed back a little, gasping in lungfuls of air. “I don’t even know what he see in you,” Villain hissed and Hero looked up through their lashes, still wheezing for oxygen and said: “my devil may care charm, perhaps.”
A hand gripped the back of Hero’s head and slammed their nose into the bars in front of them suddenly. A loud resounding crunched echoed through Hero’s head, along with their cry of pain and then the warm blood started flowing down their nose and lips, dripping passed their chin and onto their shirt.
“Motherfucker,” Hero gasped out. Then their head was shoved down again and Hero cried out in pain, the impact hitting their bridge square and causing the blood to gush, some going down the back of their throat and Hero coughed, the taste of iron staining their mouth. Enraged Hero spit some of the blood into Villain’s stupid, smirking face.
Villain smiled and it seemed to suck all confidence from Hero’s very soul. A smile so dark it strikes fear straight to Hero’s heart.
“Ah. I see now what he likes about you. You look perfect when you’re bleeding and scared.”
Hero couldn’t help themselves as the words spilled from their mouth: “you creep. At least buy me dinner first.”
Then Hero was forced onto their knees by the shadows holding them, Villain’s hand on their chin, tilting their head side to side, examining it. Hero tried to push back, to stand up, to do anything. But the shadows kept them exactly how Villain wanted them.
“There. Beautiful,” Villain said. Their blood was dripping onto Villain’s hands but they didn’t seem to care. Hero sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and choked on some of the blood, sputtering slightly. Villain’s eyes seared into Hero’s soul, watching them struggle and revelling in it. They pressed their hand that was soaked in Hero’s blood to Hero’s cheek, wiping the remnants on Hero before straightening up properly.
Villain released them and Hero fell to all fours, coughing out the blood onto the concrete floor. Painting the grey a deep red. When Hero looked up again Villain was gone, but the fear they had trapped in Hero’s chest was still very much there.
Lingering.
Hero retreated to the back wall of the cell, sitting on the cot again and resting their head back against the wall, waiting for the blood to stop falling and cursing themselves.
What kind of idiot were they? To be stuck here. They should have told Sidekick when they got the tip about Villain. They were just going to rough Villain up a bit, get some information on Other Villain’s whereabouts so they could beat them to a pulp for even touching a hair on Sidekick’s innocent head.
Even if they managed to catch Villain and mete out justice on Other Villain, they would have beaten the ever living shit out of the wrong person, and that was something Hero didn’t want to think about in that moment.
That Rivet…
Their Rivet was the one who put Sidekick in the medbay for days.
Sidekick, who was still in the medbay, where Hero should be, but no. Instead they were here, powerless and bleeding and it was all their fault.
They don’t know how long they sat and stewed on that thought. Long enough that their nose stopped bleeding and was now just dry and sticky on their face.
“What happened to your face?” Hero angled their head down from where they stared at the ceiling to see Rivet standing on the other side of the cell.
“Fuck off, Riv. I’m not in the mood.”
A jangle of keys and the cell door was open, footsteps approaching Hero in their cot in the corner. Hero’s heart ached with every beat as Rivet came into their line of sight, concern drawing their features together.
How many times had they had that same concern? Told Hero it was going to be okay. Cleaned their wounds, laughed about the bruises the next day?
How much of it was a lie— hero wanted to ask. The question burned a hole in the tip of their tongue, but they didn’t ask it. They just stared up at the ceiling as best they could.
“What? You piss someone off already?”
Hero sighed. Rivet sat on the edge of the bed, moving closer hands going to inspect the damage. Hero slapped their hands away, tears burning in the back of their eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Rivet,” Hero bit out. “You don’t get to betray me and then pretend to be my friend and concerned about me.”
Rivet stared, eyes sad as they said: “okay. Guess I deserve that.”
“You deserve so much more,” Hero said, voice barely above a whisper. “How many of our friends died because of you? Hmm?”
“Hero, not all of it,” Rivet began then stopped, huffed out a breath of air through their nose, hand running through their hair. “Not all of it was a lie. I am your friend. I do care about you.”
“Oh really? Then you’d never use your power on me, right?” Hero demanded, echoing back Rivet’s own words against him. Rivet had the audacity to even look guilty at that, and Hero leaned forwards, hands on Rivet’s as they said: “I forgive you, okay. I forgive you if you let me go. Rivet, please.”
Rivet’s eyebrows knit together, clearly conflicted and Hero sat back against the wall again. “Yeah. We’re friends,” hero deadpanned.
“You have blood all over your face, Hero. You really want to just leave it?”
“Why the hell not?” Hero said, trying to force their tone into some form of neutrality.
Rivet sighed and stood up from the cot. “Supervillain wants an audience with you. I was sent to retrieve you.”
Hero rolled their eyes, scoffing, but got to their feet no less. “Of course,” they said, pushing past Rivet to the door. “God help you actually wanted to see how I was doing.”
“Hero—“
“Let’s just go.”
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Prompt #643
“And what if they turn against us?” [Other Hero] finally pulled their gaze away from [Hero].
[Super Hero] raised an eyebrow at them.
“Do you have a plan? For what to do about their powers then?” [Other Hero] cotinued.
[Super Hero] frowned, “No. I don’t.”
“But why!” [Other Hero] fully turned to them, their voice raising slightly, “their powers are very strong and they know how to use them! If they turned against us they could do a lot of damage!”
“Then we’ll deal with it if that ever happens. However, I’ve found that trying to make allies with a dagger held behind my back is grate way to make enemies. Unless,” [Super Hero]’s gaze peirced [Other Hero], “you want me to start making plans on how to ‘deal with’ you too...”
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