#hero and villain snippet

[avvail]

Maybe a hero who’s had a very bad day and (is on the verge of tears) only wants a hug from villain. But maybe the Villain doesn’t pick up on it and makes a snide remark or snaps at the hero and doesn’t realize until hero bursts into tears?? Fluff at the end though please!!!

So sorry if this is too specific!! Thank you if you decide to do it though! ❤️

“Hero,” the villain turns up their nose. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The hero looks tired. There are dark circles under their eyes, and a pale sheen settling over their skin, and it’s noticeable the way they have completed disregarded their mask, and stand vulnerable at their enemies feet.

They shift uncomfortably, hardly meeting Villain’s eyes. They might have laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic.

“I’m not here to fight.”

Their voice is quiet. The villain tilts their head as a wry smirk tugs at the corner of their lips.

“If I had thought you were a threat, I wouldn’t have opened the door to begin with,” they claim. Hero’s eyes seem to dim, sinking even lower to the ground. The villain studies their solemn expression, and can’t seem to understand why they’re acting like this.

“Oh,” they mumble, fiddling with their shirt. Villain’s eyes narrow. This was beginning to annoy them.

“Hero, why are you here?”

They barely even look up at them. Villain considers closing the door and going back to their evening.

“You’re acting so...pathetic,” they snarl, a scowl twisting their features. Hero winces at the tone of their voice, seemingly shrinking in on themselves. “Are you here to grovel? Are you acting?”

That pulls a reaction out of them. “I’m not acting.”

“Then why are you here?” They grit out. “You must have done something real fucking stupid to come to me and ask for my help. Do you really think I’ll do anything for you, Hero?”

Their eyes water. Hero looks horrified, and the villain mistakes the clear hurt for terror.

“I...I didn’t come to—”

Villain steps closer. “What? Have you got the cops surrounding my house? Is your little Sidekick rooting around in my office as we speak?”

The hero’s breaths becoming shallower, eyes blinking rapidly. They don’t know where to look again, and that gives Villain the answer they need.

Scoffing, they shoot them a sharp glare.

“Fuck off, Hero,” they sneer. “Don’t you dare come find me again.”

When they go to close the door, the hero leaps into action, and grips onto it firmly. Villain falters, their tongue sharp and ready to order them to let go, but they freeze.

Hero’s bottom lip is trembling, and there are tears rolling down their cheeks. When their frown melts away, the hero bursts into sobs.

“I had a bad day...” They snivelled, shakily reaching up to scrub their tears away. “That’s all...I didn’t know where else to go...”

Suddenly, the villain understands why they’re here, and their stomach coils with unwanted guilt as they listen to their broken sobs. They step closer, and don’t have to think about wrapping their arms around them and pulling them into their embrace.

The hero sobs harder, simply melting under their touch, and it’s enough to tell Villain that this was exactly what Hero needed.

They bite back a sigh, shushing them.

Villain recalls their harsh words, and analyses each sign in the hero’s body language they had so foolishly missed. They curse themselves inwardly, focusing on rubbing the hero’s back affectionately and carding a hand gently through their hair.

“Come on,” they grumble, glancing at the streets. “Let’s go inside.”

Hero doesn’t let go of them. Not even when Villain spends the night cooking them a light meal, and not even when they’re both sound asleep in each others arms.

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[elpisays]

hero, (accidentally) hiding in vampire's (supposedly) abandoned castle

“Did you really think you were the only one here?”

Hero stopped, their body going perfectly still. 

The room was overtaken with darkness, oddly heavy in that full-moon light. Through open windows the wind crept in like a warning whistle, sending chills down Hero’s spine. They must have imagined that voice. Heard too many local tales today. Could they forget to close the windows? 

Shakily, Hero went up to figure out the mechanics of the centuries-old wooden frames. They tried to pull them down, but the damn thing would-

“Moving into someone’s home without their consent, that wasn’t very polite of you, was it?”

This time, the tense voice was coming from behind their back. Hero felt something heavy drop in their chest. 

“Turn around.”

Hero did, their knees weakening from dizziness. Vampire stood inches away, all skin, and startling blue eyes. His face did not look old, like the tales said, perhaps only a few years older than Hero’s. 

“Ah, what happened?” he asked, tracing the ragged scar on their left cheek, going all the way to the jaw.  

Hero swallowed hard. “Nothing, really.”

“I don’t like being lied to.”

“Just a… bad day to pick up a fight.”

His fingers, pale and smooth, were pressing the skin around the nasty mark. The touch was burning their skin alive. 

Hero pressed against the window ledge even more. Their breath hitched when the Vampire cupped their cheek with his palm, as if to see how much the mortal skin could take. 

“Please, I’ll-” Hero groaned. “I’ll make it up. I wasn’t aware-”

“Why’d you stay in the only room with a cross then?”

“...What?”

“What did I say about being lied to?” Vampire tightened his grip. 

“Fine! I- I was afraid in case the tales they say- about you- were true.”

Vampire chuckled and let them go. “Touché.”

Hero fell to their knees, breathing heavily. The moon was casting its light on their forehead, shining with sweat. 

Vampire reached for their arms as if to embrace when the world swirled around them and Hero found themselves on the same floor, but in a different, grander room. Higher ceiling, fancy finishing touches, all that jazz. Inhabited, too. 

Vampire saw them staring at the balcony doors and made a tsk sound. 

“I’m afraid no one knows I’m still alive. And I don’t plan to change that.”

He circled Hero, taking his time. 

Their memory shot back to the tales he kept hearing in town, of disappearing young people, of corpses with throats massacred. Everyone knew vampires were monsters. 

Hero’s hands were shaking now, eyes on the ground. 

“My, my,” he murmured, “What will I do with you now, dear?”

“I…” they broke off, their voices embarrassingly frail. “I promise, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“You wouldn’t?”

He stopped now. His hand grasped their neck from behind. It was vulnerable, their throat on display. Hero could practically feel his eyes finding just the right spot to bite his teeth in. Vampire noticed and faintly smiled. 

“This handsome face of yours might convince regular people, but you’d have to try harder for me.”

Hero felt their throat go dry. “Please.”

Vampire only raised his brews. 

“I will leave town at once. Go far away. Change my name. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Just please- let me go alive.”

“You are quite convincing. And distracting. Whatever I wanted, was it?”

They dared to nod. Vampire’s piercing gaze considered their profile, his palm holding their jaw with two fingers. 

He titled his head. “I didn’t have entertainment for a century.”

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[of-wildflowers-and-stars]

#6

part 2

The soft squeaking of wheels on the carpet drifted around the corner of Hero's bookcase. The librarian scoffed and Hero looked up. They sat sprawled on the floor surrounded by stacks of tomes and scrolls laid out in no particular order. It was quite a sight. Hero couldn't imagine what they looked like if this was the result of their night's work. The disgruntled old librarian shuffled out of sight.

Hero sighed, returning to the book in front of them. Two pages later it was clear it was no use. This book was another dead end.

Hero slammed the book shut, the loud smack echoing back off the high ceilings. A cloud of dust rose around them as they stalked from the aisle. 

They needed to clear their head. It'd been a long night of searching. If the book wasn't here then they’d have to tell the Headmaster what was in it. If they did that Hero would be severely punished, but the book would be safe. Luckily, there was no need for drastic measures yet. The book was here. It had to be. If it wasn’t then–

Hero slammed into someone down the next aisle. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” they apologized to the person’s back. “I–” They stopped short as the person turned.

“Ah Hero,” Villain purred, eyes roaming the bedraggled Hero head to toe, “do watch where you’re going.”

“What are you doing here?” Hero asked before they could stop themselves. Hastily, they added, “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Villain cocked their head, “Dear Hero, the sun has risen and thus, so have I.” They smirked at Hero’s poorly hidden shock. They sighed, leaning back against the bookshelf, “Besides, I’ve found the most interesting book.”

Hero’s heart stopped. Started. Then stopped again. Against their will, their eyes widened and they fought to regulate their breathing.

“Are you familiar with this title?” Villain asked. They watched them from the corner of their eye, enjoying every second of Hero’s reaction. 

Hero stared at the book held loosely in Villain’s hands. They knew they were baiting them but they couldn't help themselves. They lunged for the book. Villain grabbed their arm, throwing them off balance, and pinned them to the bookshelf.

“Now, now Hero,” Villain purred into the squirming Hero’s ear, “let’s play fair. This has been a clean game.” Villain released Hero, pushing them to the ground. Their voice dropped as they rounded the corner. “Let’s keep it that way.” 

Hero scrambled around the corner but they were gone.

#the race is on #a little academic snippet for this lovely fall day #hero x villain #hero villain writing #heroes and villains #hero and villain snippet #creative writing #writing snippet #dark academia #academic rivals #academic rivals to lovers #hero #villain #hero/villain

[whump-in-the-closet]

cw: past torture, restraints, whumpee turned whumper

“They…they aren’t coming?” Hero realizes it now. They should have realized it sooner. Their team was never coming. It was never even a question.

They meet Villain’s gaze, their own eyes dry. “They aren’t coming,” Hero repeats.

Their team isn’t coming back for them.

Villain crouches down next to Hero, spinning something metallic between their fingers.

Hero flinches away on instinct.

There’s a sharp click as the chains around their wrists are unlocked.

“Do you want to make them pay?”

Hero stands, clutching the wall for support. For once, they feel sure of something. It’s not the unhinged terror from before. Or the unfailing hope of rescue. It’s different.

They’re furious.

“I trusted them.”

Villain rests a light hand on their shoulder. “Trust only gets you so far.”

It got you tortured.

The rage grows inside of Hero. “I want to make them burn.”

#hero whumpee #villain whumper #hero and villain snippet #hero and villain #whump drabble #whumpee turned whumper #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump #whump writing #whump community #i love how many tags keep popping up #there’s so many

[paladinsandruffians]

Pseudocide

"Answer me! Answer me, NOW!" Villain thrust the knife up under Hero's chin. Hero tries to calm herself, trying to reason things out. An excuse, any excuse. She needs one now.

"Villain, honey I-"

"Don't call me that! Don't ever call me that," he snarls, pressing the knife further towards Hero's chin.

Hero is forced to tilt her head up to avoid the blade breaking skin. "Villain, I-I can explain-I, I just."

"You just what?" He glowers at her, blade unyielding. "What could have possibly warranted it? I spent years grieving your death. Years blaming myself for not being there. Years speculating over the life we would have lived." Tears stream down his face. "Why? Why did you do it? What could have possibly been worth sacrificing everything we struggled to build?"

Hero struggles to find words, each possible sentence slipping away before she could even form the first word. Her heart thuds and her hands go clammy. What can she say? She has to say something. She parts her lips, preparing to speak.

"GET AWAY FROM MY MOM!"

Both adults jolt. The knife clatters to the floor.

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[deckofaces]

Electrifying Experiments

Tw: whump, electrocution, captivity, experiment like whump, fainting, creepy/sadistic whumper?(not good at the terms for describing whumpers), canonically a female whumpee but they/them is used, slight dissociation(?), I thinkkk that’s it

Last part || First part || Next Part

This one is longer, so the story is below the keep reading line!

Hero woke when they heard the sound of the door unlocking. They grew to hate that sound, the loud latch being undone followed by the beep from what must have been the result of a card swipe or input code. The door unlocking always equaled a visit from Villain, no one else came in their room, and Hero has not once left it. 

In their time in Villain’s base, Hero discovered they’ve become an extremely light sleeper. Every time they hear the door, they are immediately jolted awake, sucked out of that escape from their dark reality. Which in turn, they never felt fully rested anymore. Even now, Hero’s body felt heavy as they groggily shifted into sitting position. Along with exhaustion, fear lodged a permanent residence. 

Hero’s eyes trailed Villain’s path from the door next to their bed, the sound of each step resounded off the tile in their almost empty room or cell. Villain’s low voice made its way to their ears. “Hello, Hero, dear. We are doing something different today if you would follow me out of the room. I know you are smart enough not to bolt, but I have to remind you it would be in your best interest to stay by my side.”

Hero’s eyes widened a fraction. They were leaving the room? Granted they hated the white enclosure, but they were terrified to think of what they would be doing. However, they didn’t want Villain to have to tell them to get up again. They slid off the bed, their feet gently hitting the white tile. Hero followed the villain wordlessly to the door. 

Outside of Hero’s room, they were led down a long hallway. Doors dotted down the corridor, having said that there were no windows on any of them. She could not see inside, but maybe it would be for the best. 

They took note that the walls and floor outside their assigned room didn’t seem too much different from their room. It all looked very clean and pristine, too clean even, and the walls were of monochromatic colors, mostly whites and grays. The floor additionally remained tiled, though it had more of a decorative hexagon design compared to the plain blocky tile of their room. 

To Hero, the facility reminded them of a more technologically advanced hospital. After they reached the end of the hallway, it opened out into a large space. It was full of activity, everywhere they turned they saw henchmen working on various tasks. None of them looked up as Hero walked by with Villain however. Were they used to Villain bringing people around or were they just too scared to look in their direction?

Hero continued to glance around as Villain brought them through the facility. They saw zero windows, were they underground? That would explain why the base has been so difficult to find.. and if they ever wanted to escape, it made it difficult. Hero couldn’t see any exits either, how did people get in and out?

Hero winced, they immediately were bombarded with a throbbing headache. They put their hand to their head as if that would do anything to soothe their pain. They looked up and saw Villain’s focus trained on them. So it had not been a coincidence.

“You are thinking too much. What did I say about running? Hm?” They stopped walking, waiting for Hero to answer. 

“But I- I wasn’t even thinking about running.. I’ve been following you-“ Hero gasped as their headache felt ten times worse, they squeezed their eyes shut. They were thinking too much? That justified a pounding ache in their head?

“I’m sorry? What were you saying, dear?” Villain watched Hero almost with a sense of curiosity, analyzing them for their reaction. “It won’t happen again, correct?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.. it won’t happen again.” Hero repeatedly shook their head. To their relief, the headache returned to a dull throb and Villain started walking again, beckoning for Hero to follow.

Hero reluctantly continued to walk with them. Although they weren’t walking through the base much longer. They made their way down one more hallway, similar to the first, and Villain stopped in front of a door. They opened it, waving for Hero to walk in first.

Hero fidgeted with their thin white shirt, stepping inside the room. When they glanced around, they saw cameras positioned in each corner of the room. Though as they continued to look around, they rapidly filled with unease, nerves making a home in their throat when they saw a wooden chair and a table off to the side with a notepad and pen. But what made them sick was what looked like conductive pads on the table. 

Hero started to back away, but they ran into something. They spun around and saw Villain standing over them, they choked on a sob. They wiped their sweaty palms on their pants, shaking a little where they stood. No no no no.. 

“Are you alright, Hero? Please have a seat, you look awfully pale.” Oh Hero hated the calmness of their voice. That chair was the equivalent of a death sentence in their eyes. Hero froze in place shaking their head, “Please.. I don’t want to do this.”

“Sit down Hero,” Villain said more firmly.

“No!” Hero shouted, tears filling their eyes. They starting backing away again, but in their fear and panic, they did not realize they were just moving closer to the chair. Villain noticed and started to grin. 

“You are making this far more difficult and painful than this needs to be.” Villain strode over to the frightened hero, placing their hands on their shoulders. They shoved Hero down and they collapsed into the chair. They did not even need to use their abilities to get the weak hero to fall into it. 

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” Villain crooned, Hero’s eyes widened when they fell into the seat. 

“I-“ Hero’s voice caught in their throat. Villain hummed softly and wiped their tears away with the pad of their thumb. 

“Here is what is going to happen, dear,” Villain crouched down in front of the chair. Hero tried not to appear disgusted by the nickname. “I’m going to attach those pads to you-“ they were interrupted by Hero letting out a strangled sounding whimper. They refused to meet their eyes, opting to stare down at their wrists and mindlessly pick at the power suppression cuffs they wore, hoping it was a very bad dream.

“Shhh..” They gently took Hero’s hand away from messing with the cuff before continuing. “I want you to describe the pain to me, how it feels to you. Do you understand?”

“W- why.. I don’t- I don’t understand,” Hero shook in their seat. “Why..”

“You do not have to understand why, but do you understand what I require of you?” Villain pressed.

Hero hated how they had no choice in the matter. They didn’t understand, they didn’t at all, but Villain always refused to take ‘no’ as an answer. They weakly nodded.

Villain stood back up before walking to the table off to the side. “Good, good..”

As Villain walked back, each step they took seemed to echo and ring in Hero’s ears, louder and louder until they were back in front of them. They whimpered when they felt the pads being put on their skin. “Please..”

Villain didn’t reply, rather they walked away back to their table. They picked something up, Hero squinted their eyes. It was tiny, they could only assume it was a remote of some kind. They couldn’t dwell on it before with a soft click, Hero’s world erupted into agony. 

They could barely hear their own screaming over the excruciating pain. Intense burning scoured Hero’s body, they felt as if something pierced every part of their figure. They cried and yelled for it to stop- they never felt something quite so horrible.

When Villain eventually let up, Hero was left gasping and crying in their seat. What did they do to deserve this punishment? Villain didn’t tell them why, they wished they could understand. 

They looked up and saw Villain approaching them through their tears. They put a hand on their back as if to try and study their shaking. “Hero, describe to me what that felt like.”

Hero let out a sound between a whimper and a sob. They looked down at their lap and brought their shaking hand to their face to wipe their eyes. Villain tilted Hero’s head back up afterwards. “Speak with words, or did you forget? Do you need to go again?”

Hero slightly shook their head, they stared at Villain. They opened their mouth to speak, but they couldn’t find any words to talk with, closing it again. The hero gazed at them pleadingly, questions instead sat on the tip of their tongue. They spoke them in their head with such severity, they almost thought they said them out loud. Why why why why, repeated over and over again. They hated everything they felt, why did it happen to them. When would they go home? Would they go home?

Villain tsked and dropped Hero’s head, they could barely hold it up so it dropped. “I can’t read you mind, explain it to me Hero or I will remind you what the electricity feels like.”

They turned away from Hero and started to make their way back to the table. A small smile formed on their lips when their path stopped with a sudden shout from Hero. “Please-! Wait, I'm sorry! I’ll talk!”

Villain spun around and walked back to the hero. “Perfect, I knew you would not need a reminder. Now tell me, describe the pain the best way you can please.”

“I-“ Hero stuttered, swallowing before trying again. “It felt absolutely horrible, it-“

“More specific,” Villain interrupted.

Hero crossed their arms, hugging themself and getting to the point, not wanting to risk electrocution again. “I-it’s so hard to explain- I- The best I can describe it being is that it felt like burning mixed with being pierced by something over and over..” Hero shuddered, thinking back to the pain they experienced moments prior.

“Wonderful..” Villain breathed, grabbing their pen and clipboard to write down exactly what Hero said. They clicked the pen and looked back up once they finished. “Anything else of note?”

Hero stared down at the white tiled floor. The ground appeared so unpigmented, so bleached, it seemed to pierce their eyes, was everything there always this white? “..No.”

Hero still held their gaze towards the ground. They could hear Villain walking away, likely back to put the clipboard down on the table. Their footsteps seemed to reverberate off the walls, sounding farther away and then getting loud again. Hero could see their shoes out of their peripheral vision. Oh they hoped they were done. That Villain had their fun and that they could go back to their room and then-

Screaming echoed off the room’s walls once again. Their eyes shot up frantically only to realize Villain held no such switch as they did before. They could taste the sick flavor of iron in their mouth, accidentally biting down on it. 

It felt exactly as they described. Flames scoured their body, except none were there. They could feel the sensation of piercing, the sensation of stabbing, but nothing touched their skin. More specifically, it was electrifying, maybe even worse than when they felt the real electricity.

“Stop! S-stop-! Please!” Hero cried out. They gripped the chair until their knuckles turned white. The pain wouldn’t stop! They knew the source came from Villain, but they still searched around themself and nearby as if to find a way to stop it. In the end they never found anything to stop the agony, Villain had complete control. 

Finally it ended in an instant. Hero gasped for breath but slouched in their chair, defeated. Their head hung, now the energy to keep it up seemed too much. However a barely noticeable throb in their head forced them to look up at the villain who crouched in front of them. They barely registered that they held a clipboard, their vision seems to run together and blur. 

“Hero, can you describe to me now what that felt like?” Villain looked at them eagerly, sharing the same enthusiastic curiosity a child might have.

Hero swallowed the small bit of blood pooling in their mouth, their face looking pained as they did so. “The same,” they managed to choke out. “The same as before..”

Villain’s eyes seemed to light up at their response, Hero could not stand to see that kind of twisted excitement on their face. They looked down at the floor and squeezed their eyes shut. 

“You did well,” Villain’s voice rang through their ears. “Stand up, you are going back to your room now.”

Hero’s sight blurred heavily now but the words ‘back to your room’ caused them to immediately stand up. They never wanted anything more. 

An onslaught of dizziness immediately washed over them. Their face wore a pale sheen, they swayed on their feet, and everything spun. 

Black spots filled their vision. Were they going to pass out? 

It only took a few more seconds before they last remembered collapsing onto the tile. They heard a noise of disapproval from Villain before black took over their vision.

———

tagging: @thelazywitchphotographer, @lilywolfgray, @justalittlecorrupted, @kadeee00, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @onlywhump

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[write-stuff-if-you-wanna]

Its ides of march.

Happy Caesar is dead day!!

Thought id jump on the band wagon before its to late!

Hero: Villain what are you doing!?

Villain: I’m KILLING CAESAR!!

Hero: CAESARS ALREADY DEAD!! HE DIED HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO!!

Villain:…………THEN WHO THE FUCK AM I KILLING!?

#hero and villain snippet #hero x villain prompt #ides of march #julius caesar #villain saw the tumblr shit and wanted in #but then #who did he kill? #tumblr vs Caesar #caesar clown #shitpost

[dancingwithflames]

the inevitable end

The sky was bright now. So, so bright. 

Hero stared at it, bitterly reveling at how the radiating hues of reds, yellows, and oranges looked back at him tauntingly. Arrogantly, even. The sky begged for him to challenge it, to challenge the bleak reality that lay before them. Hero took a hearty sip from the bottle in his hand in response, legs kicking out from under himself to hang over the edge of the roof he sat upon. 

The news reports began running a week ago. Every station blacking out their respective programs simultaneously to play the same broadcasted message at once. The gist of it: A meteor was coming, and there’s nothing they can do about it. 

Bullshit, Hero had said. Across the world, billions of others were thinking the same thing as he. 

A week ago, they could afford to have confidence like that. There was still the ability to be vain, to be smug over the trajectory of their mortality. They could believe in hope and the ability to save the world. But, that was a week ago. That was before scientists across the world released their findings in droves, their reports and speeches chock full of complicated language and dismal outcomes. Before the Heroes Association publicly assembled their forces, a guise that Hero learned was for the masses to retain their dwindling beliefs. Their reasoning for calling them together had nothing to do with finding a solution and everything to do with keeping the calm until the end came. It was before crime rates skyrocketed. Before civilians started overthrowing their governments. Before the death toll of the desperate and scared began to rise. 

Before, before, before. 

Hero was not confident anymore. How could he be? He knew the truth. This was their extinction event. This would be the reason humans ceased to exist. Why they would be reduced down to being a blip in Earth’s vast history. He didn’t tell civilians this, though they asked. Even if he weren’t contractually obligated to keep his mouth shut, he wouldn’t tell them. In his line of work, Hero pondered his own death often. But, civilians? They shouldn’t have to, and he refused to be the reason they might. They watched the news, they saw the reports. They could come to that conclusion on their own, without his input on the matter. He took another swig from his bottle. 

“Is the answer to saving the world at the bottom of that bottle?”

Even in his inebriated state, Hero recognized the voice. Keeping his eyes toward the sky, he held the bottle out to her silently. She took it, and a moment later, she sat down on the ledge beside him. Through his peripheral vision, he could not help but note that she wasn’t wearing her suit. Just as he wasn’t. There was little reason to keep one’s identity a secret anymore, though it hadn’t taken the world ending for the pair to figure out the face that lay behind the mask. That had been their years of animosity, along with obsessive curiosity, that drove them to find out that information. 

“We both know a bit of whiskey won’t be our saving grace, Villain.” He murmured, finally turning to look at her. 

Her black hair was shorter than he remembered, now bobbed with choppy bangs. The oversized flannel she wore over her shirt and shorts was familiar, teeming with use and love. It used to be his. An article of clothing lost in the fight of their unconventional friendship. She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. He knew, because he could coax a real one out of her on occasion. Her real smiles were worn wide: teeth and dimples and crinkly eyes proudly on display for the world to see. This smile was decidedly not that, but he still took what he could get. She pulled the bottle to her lips, taking a tentative sip before going back for a bigger one. Villain passed the bottle back, humming. 

“So this really is it, huh?” She pondered, turning to face the skyline. “No tricks up your sleeve?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid.” He responded quietly, sipping. 

Silence stretched out between the two unlikely friends as they passed the bottle of liquor back and forth. Hero spent much of that time staring at Villain, but his gaze could not help but extend back out toward the sky. It blazed brighter than it had before. A beautiful sight. A terrifying one. 

“We don’t have much time left.” He whispered at last, meeting her eye. “If there’s someone you want to be with before it happens, now may be the time to…” 

“Are you asking me to leave?” She asked, holding a hand to her chest in mock offense. “You don’t think I’m good enough company for the end of the world?”

“I wouldn’t want to presume to think that you wished to be with me when it all happened.” He admitted quietly, shyly clearing his throat.  

“I’m right where I’m meant to be.” She replied, nodding. “Are you?”

There weren’t many people in the world that Hero truly valued. He had no family, and he found there were few people whom he called a friend that would call him one in turn. But, Hero knew that Villain was one of those people. They were meant to be sworn enemies, but Hero had never regarded her as such. 

“Yes, I’m right where I’m meant to be.” He assured her. 

“Good.” She said, smiling at him. Really smiling. Teeth, dimples, crinkly eyes, and all. Hero could not help but grin back at her. Villain held out a hand, and without thinking, he took it. Warm light cast itself across her face, reminding him of what was to come. Despite this, contentment ran through his veins. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed his back. 

Together, they watched the end descend upon them. 

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[the-modern-typewriter]

Imagine a villain straight refusing to fight another member of the Hero Team just cuz his hero archnemesis is not present

"Where are they?"

"Oh, not again." The protagonist could feel a headache coming on. "Look-"

"-Are they hurt?" The villain's eyes went dark and dangerous. "Who hurt them?"

"They're fine! Oh my god."

"Then where are they?"

The protagonist definitely had a headache. "It's their day off."

"They didn't tell me they had the day off. What's wrong?"

The really concerning part was that the hero probably would tell the villain which days they were working and which they weren't. The two of them were as bad as each other! The hero was going to be unbearable when they came back and found out that the team had fought the villain without them.

"Can we just get this over with?" the protagonist tried.

"No."

The protagonist sighed. They pinched the bridge of their nose and took a few deep breaths. "Okay," they said slowly. "But you realise I'm still going to have confiscate your nightmare robot."

"It's not for you. And don't think I didn't notice you dodging the question!"

The protagonist considered their options; lies, truth, everything in between.

The villain's nightmare robot hunkered down a little more pointedly in the middle of the bridge. Several people honked their horns. It was, honestly, embarrassing for everyone involved at that point.

"Their grandma died."

"Oh no." The villain's whole face softened. "Grandma L or Grandma P?"

Of course he knew the hero's grandparents. Of course he did. "Look, about the robot-"

"-I'll reschedule," the villain said.

"I can't let you keep the robot. My boss would have my head."

"That sounds like a 'you' problem. I have flowers to send."

The protagonist's eye twitched. "If you try and walk away with it-"

"-Do you really want to traumatize this entire bridge of innocent civilians?"

"I'm sure they're traumatized having to listen to you two idiots on a weekly basis."

"I'm taking the robot. When are they back?"

"They haven't said," the protagonist said, through gritted teeth. "As you know-"

"-They'll be doing all the funeral arrangements. Yeah. You know what, give me their number. I'll text them."

"I'm not giving you their number."

"Why not?"

"It's against policy."

"I'd like to express my condolences."

The protagonist looked them dead in the face. "Mm. That sounds like a 'you' problem. I have a robot to confiscate."

The robot slammed a fist into the bridge. It wobbled precariously.

The protagonist raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. They folded their arms across their chest.

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" the villain snarled.

"I hate you too, don't worry."

"I should kill you."

"They'd have so much paperwork when they got back from the funeral. It would really improve their month, you killing me."

They ended up glaring at each other.

"If I give you the bloody stupid robot, will you give me their number?"

The protagonist smiled sweetly. "That's the only smart thing I've ever heard you say."

Everyone, generally, preferred it when the hero was around.

They all made sure it didn't happen again.

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[creweemmaeec11]

Why is asking permission for certain things, both romantic and platonic, one of the cutest, most heart-fluttering things ever?

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Would you like me to carry your jacket?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Would it be alright if we cuddled?"

"Can I play with your hair?"

"Might I walk you home?"

"Can I tickle you?

"Is it okay if I kiss you goodbye?"

"Can I hold onto your arm while we walk?"

"Can I rest my head on your shoulder?"

"Is it okay if I call you (nickname)?"

"I'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay with you,"

"Would you let me take care of you?"

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Vampire hero x flirty villain but it’s HEAT SEASON *disappears*

“Shit, you’re a mess.” The villain crossed their arms in front of their chest and tilted their head, clearly amused.

“Yeah, listen…” The hero took in a deep breath. It was worse when they spent time with the villain, it always got worse too. Usually, they would hook up with a stranger but that simply didn’t satisfy them anymore.

The hero didn’t know what was wrong with them, they’d been “alive” for long enough now, they had dealt with this several times and had never had any problems. However, that had changed. And the hero hated change.

“You’re not sick, are you?” The villain took a step towards them. Slowly, they came closer and closer.

“No…no, I’m fine, I…hey, let’s just fight, okay?”

“You seem a little distracted.”

“I’m not.”

“Honey, you’re looking at everything I have to offer except for my pretty face.” The villain was in front of them now and the hero tried to keep their eyes on the villain’s. “I’ve done a little bit of research on vampires. Either you’re starving or…”

The hero grabbed their hand.

“Don’t say it.”

The villain’s smirk widened.

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” the villain said. Their fingers traced the hero’s jawline. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, darling. It’s only natural, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but…” the hero began. They couldn’t control their thoughts, couldn’t control the daydreams about what they’d do with the villain.

They used to think this was a good thing, a pleasurable thing. But it had turned into a curse, had turned into a bottomless pit.

Deep down, the hero feared they had fallen for the villain. They feared they couldn’t be satisfied without them.

“Honey…” the villain said. They were everything the hero wanted in a partner. Intelligent, protective, flirty. They’d known each other for a while now. “You can’t fight in a state like this. I’ll end up on top of you and we’d reach the same outcome.”

The hero squeezed their eyes shut, trying to ignore their criminal libido. They hadn’t even thought about their actions. It was as if their body had carried them through the streets and to the villain’s apartment.

“I can’t ask that of you, it’s not right.” The hero grabbed the villain’s shoulder in search for something to stabilise them. They could feel their pulse banging in their ears.

“But I was the one suggesting it.” The villain caught the shell of the hero’s ear with their teeth softly. They bit down but released them just as quickly when the hero let out a quiet moan. “And you came to me…”

The hero was quiet. They touched the villain’s neck and caressed it, losing themselves to the feeling of someone actually caring about them.

“I can’t always control myself,” the hero whispered. “The biting or sometimes scratching, I can’t—”

“Hmmm,” the villain hummed and the hero was surprised to see a satisfied smile glued to their face. “I’m into that. So, don’t hold back, got it?”

“Are you sure you—?”

“If you’re really desperate we can do it on my desk, right here,” the villain suggested. They pressed the hero’s hips against the table and the hero could only attempt to whisper the villain’s name when they pressed their knee between the hero’s thighs. “What do you think?”

The hero didn’t know if they wanted to bite or devour the villain. Probably both.

“Y-yes, here is totally fine.”

“What a good vampire you are, hm?” the villain whispered against their ear. Their hand crawled up the hero’s thigh, slowly, agonisingly. “Three taps if it’s too much for you. You choose a safe word.”

The hero nodded.

“What do you want in return? Money? Information?”

“In return,” the villain said, their fingers playing with the hero’s underwear, “I want you to beg for it.”

Thus their affair began.

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[avvail]

no thoughts just thinking a villain/supervillain with a harem of hero thralls

The hero had to bite back a pained hiss on their tongue as they were shoved down to their knees.

Fingers twisted into their hair and yanked their head up, just for them to see the supervillain seated on the throne, the one creature that they, and many other people, had been rebelling against for months.

The vampire was donned in lavish robes, seated upon their throne with their thralls surrounding them, in a sight that made them sick.

The supervillain hadn’t even given them any attention, instead gorging on a bloody feast from one nestled in their lap, their eyes closed and their arms wrapped comfortably around their neck. Others were draped over them in various places, some at their side and some at their legs.

When the hero tried to look away, the fingers yanked on their hair, forcing them to watch.

“What now?” The supervillain grumbled, pulling his teeth away from the thralls neck, just to slide his fingers down anothers arm and bring their wrist up to their mouth instead. The hero watched those deadly teeth sink into delicate flesh, and they shuddered.

“The rebels,” a guard announced, giving the hero’s hair another obnoxious pull. “Found them along the southern river. We managed to catch this one.”

The hero felt sorry for them - the thralls used to be heroes, too, just like them. Now, as willingly and happy as they all looked to be given attention from such a creature, their master, they didn’t want to imagine the sorts of things they were made to do.

The supervillain tilted their head back, licking the blood off their lips as their intense eyes fell to the hero. They tried not to tense, but they felt their body betraying them regardless.

One thrall moved up to kiss the supervillains neck. Why did they have to be so indecently dressed?

It felt like the vampire was analysing every little bit of their body, and a part them even wondered if they could hear what they were thinking. A deep sigh fell from their lips, finger brushing through another thralls hair, whose head was draped along their thigh.

“Bathe them,” they spoke, their words almost hypnotic. “I’ll decide what to do later.”

The hero’s heart hammered. In relief, or fear? They didn’t know. They had thought the vampire would kill them immediately. As they were hoisted into their feet, the hero stubbornly grit their teeth, refusing to even make a noise.

Some thralls glanced over at them, their red eyes almost standing out in the shadows, but once showered with more attention, their eyes wavered and they tangled themselves back with their master.

They could feel the supervillain’s cold eyes following them as they were roughly escorted out, and hoped they didn’t suffer the same fate as the others.

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[villain-enthusiast]

The hero coughed blood.

Fucking shit, they thought frantically, hand pressed over the gaping wound in their side. Their new opponent packed a serious punch, more than what the agency had expected when they sent the hero out to stop them. Somehow they’d escaped, but not without the nasty stab to their stomach.

Class two villain my ass. The hero grunted as they stumbled into an alleyway, nearly slamming their shoulder into one of the brick walls. They slipped into damp corner and sat down gingerly, their breathing shallow. Cold sweat broke out on their forehead.

They shook the sputtering communication device on their wrist. Busted. The hero suddenly realized with disturbing clarity that they would die here if they didn’t get help soon, bleeding their guts out on the floor.

Blinding pain shot through their torso, and they closed their eyes, muscles clenching. They couldn’t stand up, not without passing out. And with their internal bleeding, pressure to the wound would be largely ineffective.

They were so totally fucked.

“Hero?”

The hero’s lids snapped open. The cloaked figure before them dipped and swayed, but they forced themselves to concentrate. No, that wasn’t their assaulter, that was—

“Villain,” they rasped.

“What are you doing all the way out here?” The villain’s tone was mocking, but could the hero hear a hint of concern?

The hero attempted a sloppy smirk as they approached. “Oh, y’know, just decided to get stabbed and die today. Regular hero shenanigans.” Shit, their words were slurring.

The villain didn’t respond, crouching down in front of them. Their fingers brushed over the throbbing cut on their cheek, ghosted over the bruise on their jaw—it was funny, the hero noted, how the villain's first instinct was to check their face—before trailing down to the still-bleeding wound at their side. Their hand paused.

The silence was so thick that the hero could hear their wavering heartbeat in their ears.

“Who did this to you.” The villain’s words were quiet. Deadly.

The hero choked on a disbelieving laugh. “Like you care,” they wheezed, but even they could hear the doubt in their own voice. When the villain continued to wait for an answer, they added, "One of your lackeys.” Their eyes fluttered as a wave of fatigue overwhelmed them.

The villain snapped their fingers. "Hey, stay with me." They gently removed the hero's limp hand from their side, examining the gash. They swore under their breath.

"That bad, huh," the hero huffed.

“This looks like [other villain]’s work,” the villain muttered. “Destroying your comms, letting you escape with a fatal wound, making you think you’ve gotten away when really,” their eyes slid up to meet the hero’s detached stare, “you’re on the brink of death.”

“How kind of them.”

The villain shook their head. “Why were you even fighting them? They’re superhero’s responsibility. You’re supposed to be going after me.” They paused, gaze darkening. “And only me.”

The hero shrugged minutely. “Agency assignment.” Their muscles clenched as white hot pain rattled through them again, leaving them weaker than ever. “Can you just kill me already? That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” They titled their head back against the wall and closed their eyes, feeling their body grow more distant by the second. “Just fucking do it.”

They heard the villain move, and they waited for the knife against their throat or the gun at their temple, but instead, gloved hands slid under their back and legs, lifting them up.

What? The hero shifted weakly, but the villain shushed them and bundled them closer to their chest.

“No questions. I’ve got you,” the villain murmured, holding them tightly as they sprinted down the alley, making sure they didn’t jostle their injury. “You can sleep now. I’ve got you.”

And the hero, somehow feeling safe in their enemy’s arms and too tired to wonder why they were being saved, succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness not a second later.

.

part two

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[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #254

Hero wrapped the emergency blanket around Villain's wet and trembling shoulders. "You know, when I let you escape into the woods, I didn't know you were going to get lost. Or that you sucked so bad that wilderness survival."

Villain managed a half-amused exhale through their clenched teeth. "And you know so much?"

"Actually, yes. My camp is about a mile over that ridge. You think you can make it that far?"

Villain fought their stiff legs into the standing position, stumbling a bit on the way up. "What, you can carry traumatized civilians, but can't spare a bit of muscle for your nemesis?"

Instead of quipping back, Hero suddenly scooped them into their arms. "I certainly can if you need me to."

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[whump-in-the-closet]

some more villain whump (unrelated to my other drabble)

CW: blood, like lots of blood, mention of stitches, angst, fear of dying (I think that’s it but let me know if i missed anything!)

{Apply Pressure}

Villain crumpled against the wall, their head snapping against the bricks. Red, and then black flashed across their vision. The hand that had been pressed against their side, against the blood stemming up, now fell away, limp. 

The blood had no intention of stopping. 

And Sidekick could only stare in horror. Everything drained away except the smeared blood on the wall and the erratic rise and fall of Villain’s shoulders. Everything seemed wrong. Everything was wrong. 

The yellow carpet of the apartment building. 

The sound of the cars on the highway. 

Somewhere, on a level below them, there was the click, click, click, of someone working on a laptop. 

And Villain was dying– No. Not dying– bleeding out. All over that hideous carpet. Don’t think about the carpet– move! They could barely keep their thoughts on one track. 

They dropped down beside Villain, forcing their trembling hands to hold steady as they turned Villain’s face toward them. 

Villain’s eyes were closed, their face a color no human should turn. A trickle of blood traced its way down their chin. 

Sidekick took a deep breath. “Villain?” 

No response. And all Sidekick could think of was how wrong this was. Villain had always been the one to pull Sidekick to their feet, stitch them up after the– encounters with Hero and his team. Villain was invincible. They never showed weakness, never flinched, never was anything short of a force of terror. 

That was as much a fact of life as the laws of physics. 

And yet Villain was staining the carpet with blood. The carpet, and Sidekick’s hands. Sidekick was no doctor and they knew it. But Villain was losing a lot of blood, and they knew that too. 

“Villain!” Sidekick repeated, desperation staining the word. “Villain!” They shook the Villain’s shoulders. “What do I do? Villain, please!”

Villain’s eyes flickered open. Then they closed again, Villain’s breathing slowing. “Apply–,” Villain coughed, wincing. “Apply pressure,” they tried again. 

“Won’t that hurt?” Sidekick asked, nervous, gaze dropping to the wine-red wound in Villain’s torso. 

“Do it!” Villain snapped. 

 Sidekick nodded once. They pressed shaking hands to the wound, pushing down, trying to ignore the way it was covering their hands in red. 

 Villain cried out and Sidekick jerked away. “Sorry!” 

Villain hissed. “It's fine. You’re doing great. Please– you can’t stop.”

Reluctantly Sidekick pressed down again, trying to stem the blood welling up. And Villain tried to not scream. They felt for their phone, dialing with hands shaking worse than Sidekick’s, a number they had never wanted to call. Blood stained the screen as Villain put it on speaker. 

“I can’t– I can’t talk– tell them we’re here–” Villain managed. 

Sidekick blinked as a voice answered sharply. The ‘hello’ did not sound very welcoming. “This is Sidekick,” they said. 

“What do you want?” the voice asked. “Why do you have Villain’s phone?” 

Sidekick muttered a curse. Their frustration rose to the surface, manifesting in bitter, burning words. “Maybe because Villain is bleeding out in their apartment hallway, and they could be dying, and I don’t know what I’m doing and I– and I don’t know what I’m doing!” 

 Silence. 

“Apply pressure to the wound.”

This time, Sidekick cursed louder. “I am! It's not doing anything!” 

“I’ll be there in five minutes. Listen to me, very carefully, do not leave them.” 

“I won’t.” I can’t.

The other line went dead. Five minutes. Sidekick could hold out for five minutes. The real question was, could Villain? 

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[paladinsandruffians]

My Angel

Hero is an idiot. There's no polite way to say it. It's just that.

Villain stares down at the prone form of his nemesis, lying still upon the bed, tubes and needles protruding from various points across her body. The heart monitor beeps along to the steady beat of Hero's heart.

It had been touch and go for a while there, even with the best doctors and nurses in Villain's employment doing everything in their power to keep the young heroine alive. He almost lost her, and there was nothing he could do.

When she flatlined, he felt his own heart freeze. A flurry of doctors and nurses swarmed around her, pushing Villain out of the way. He couldn't see her. He couldn't see her beautiful face gone pale and bloodied nor could he see her vibrant eyes turned dull and unseeing. All he could discern was a bustling wall of white labcoats and the bright red line stretching onwards through an eternal abyss.

Then came the flash of red, then another. His breath hitched. A nurse glanced at him from the corner of their eye but otherwise continued onward, unbothered by the display of emotion. Relief flooded through him, defusing out from his chest. His legs went weak and his arms turned shaky.

His legs gave way beneath him and he collapsed into the cold metal chair. A sob broke free from the ever-guarded villain, succeeded by several more. Even with his hands covering his face, he felt several pairs of eyes lingering on his unkempt form.

Amongst the medical team, many glances were shared. Silently, they conferred, and with the nod of the head doctor, all unnecessary personnel made swiftly for the exit, beyond which what they saw would remain unspoken.

Villain knew he was being weak. That no villain should let their men see them so vulnerable. But for once, he didn't care, so he sat slumped in that disagreeable metal chair, eyes never wandering from his fallen angel.

Days passed yet Villain refuses to leave her side outside of the occasional, brief restroom break. For the first time since Hero was brought there, so near to death, they were alone.

Villain rises from his chair, legs numb from many hours of disuse. Wearily, he ambles to the bed's edge. Serenely, his angel lays, chest rising and falling in sync with the beeping of the monitor. Her ashen face had regained some color and the blueish tint to her lips had since faded.

With a gentle touch, he strokes her hair. He should be angry. He told her it wasn't safe. He told her going after Supervillain would be dangerous, that she shouldn't go. He should have tried harder to change her mind, convince her to stay. But it wouldn't have worked. When Hero decided on something, she would see it through. The sheer stubbornness and determination of that woman was often a source of frustration yet he loved her for it.

He leans over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, my angel. I always will."

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