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whump-a-la-mode · 2 years

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Could you write smth where villain is on a mission to assassinate hero so they set their house on fire but then change their mind an get the unconscious hero out? Sorry if too specific

An assassin, I’ve never written something with one of those before! I attempted to stick as close to your description as possible, I hope you enjoy!

CW//Fire, death, smoke, alcohol mentions

Death was a part of life.

Of course, that was the case for everyone. Death happened, generally as an occasional, unfortunate occurrence among one's family or friends.

Yet, for Assassin? Death was their life. Everyone had to make a living somehow, after all.

They'd been asked plenty of times, generally at a late-night dive when they were already several drinks deep, how they managed to live with themself. How they slept at night, when they made a living by taking away the lives of others?

Depending on how much they felt like messing with their conversation partner, their answer would be different. Sometimes, they would make up some sob story about how the world had wronged them, and now they felt the need to wrong the world. Sometimes, they mourned their innocence, going on about how they wished they could go back to how things used to be, but now they were too far gone, their hands already soaked in blood...

Yet, when they were not yanking someone's chain, the answer was always the same: Assassin truly, genuinely, and with complete honesty, did not give a damn.

Life was life. Death was death. Orders were orders.

When they did get too deep into thinking about it, their mental route always came to the same stopping point: If someone wanted you dead with such fervor that they were willing to pay good money for it, then you probably deserved to die. People who kept their heads down didn't get them shot off.

That was the thought process that had kept them going, in a way. Not that they ever truly felt any guilt for their work, but the idea solidified it. The true blame was on their clients, their victims. They were just carrying out work that would be done anyways.

Their latest assignment had shaken everything.

Assassin had always tried to stay out of the world of heroes and villains, even as it seemed to dominate every newsday-- they didn’t much follow the media anyways. Heroes were only worried about major threats, about buildings destroyed. Murders were the business of the local authorities.

That didn’t mean that they outright rejected anything having to with the world, though. They’d taken out a few lesser villains in their time, a couple vigilantes who didn’t know what was good for them. If their foes had payment, they didn’t mind who was on the other end of their gun.

This time, however...

Vigilante stared down at the piece of paper in their hands, then back up at the home on the other side of the bushes that they were using as cover. They could hardly read the text, not with the utter lack of sunlight, but the illumination from a nearby streetlamp gave them just enough to make out the words.

They were to kill Hero.

At first, they had stiffly rejected the suggestion from their client. They couldn’t possibly kill Hero, that was ridiculous! Surely, they’d be killed first.

Then, they’d seen the sum that their client had been offering. It wasn’t an amount of money that they could pass up.

And, now, they were here, crouching outside of Hero’s home. When they’d started on the research on their target, they’d honestly expected the city’s golden boy to live in some mansion, or a penthouse in the heart of town. At least, then, they would have had some justification for taking them down, branding them as an elitist, hoarding wealth.

What they had found was a little suburban home, ten minutes outside of the city proper. It was sleepy, just a little run down, with parts of the lawn clearly in need of a mowing.

It was the most average abode that Assassin had ever seen.

They looked back down at the paper in hand.

Their client, who had wished to remain anonymous, had requested a very specific manner of execution: A fake house fire.

Whatever reason they had for wanting Hero dead, it must’ve been a personal one-- Otherwise, they would have no reason to wish their foe to burn.

Assassin had a very particular way of going about their work. First, there was the plan. There was always a plan. For a great deal of time, they would pace back and forth in their apartment, hashing every last detail out in their head.

Then, they would strike.

Everything could be planned around. Even Hero could be planned around, with enough time.

For two days, they had planned and paced.

Now, it was time for the blow.

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Everyone was so very thankful for electricity until it turned into their downfall.

Getting into Hero’s attic had been a simple task, as far as Assassin was concerned. They’d long since gotten skilled at scaling walls, and the window lock was easy to snap. Finding some already rather frayed wires was just as simple.

From their bag, they withdrew their master tool: A pair of serrated pliers. At once, they set to work, gnawing through a clump of wires.

Rats in the attic, such a common issue.

Flinching as the live wires at last gave way, they took the time to strip the insulation from the edges before tossing them to the ground, onto a curtain.

The flames appeared in an instant, lurching up from the wires and catching along the polyester fabric.

Assassin took a step back. They had already ensured that all exits to the home had been mysteriously jammed, and that the smoke would have no issue seeping through the ventilation. Of course, a localized EMP had taken care of the smoke detectors.

Now, all they had to do was leave. Leave and wait. With a sigh, Assassin scrambled back out the window, ensuring to close the window behind themself. It was a perfect crime, and any evidence would be soon turned to ash. If they were lucky, Hero wouldn’t so much as wake up-- The smoke would take them before they could.

They made it about halfway back to their car before they stopped.

Dammit, they couldn’t do this!

The guilt had been slowly building in their chest, the whole drive there, when they had been setting up their plan, and, of course, now.

Now was when it had to break, when they had to lose their nerve.

How could they do this, how could they have ever thought that they could do this?!

Assassin was no do-gooder, of course, they would never consider themself a hero, they were nothing close.

Yet, they had seen the news. They had met enough people with tales to tell. The heroes were needed, this city needed them.

How do you sleep at night?

If someone hated another enough to pay for their death, then the victim was certain to deserve it. That was how they slept at night.

But Hero did not deserve this.

Biting their tongue, Assassin spun on a heel, running all the way back to the house. They were already phoning the fire department by the time they were there.

Yet, the smoke had risen too high, bursting out of the chimney and clouding the windows.

Assassin was not a do-gooder.

How do you sleep at night?

Would they be able to sleep at night, if they left Hero to die?

They already knew the answer to that one. Balling their fists, Assassin recalled every step of their route, of their plan. There was a door, on the back, a loose one. They were there in moments, shoving one of their lock-picking tools between the frame and the latch and watching as the door fell open.

Smoke hit them in the face. Assassin took a last breath of fresh air before they burst in.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, what were they doing?!

No longer caring about the noise they made, they ran in, covering their eyes with a hand as they scanned the area.

Hero had woken up, attempted to open a window-- They could see the scrabble-marks along the sill. Yet, Assassin’s work at jamming all exits had been successful.

Hero lay unconscious, on the floor of the kitchen.

Assassin’s heart lurched as they heard sirens in the distance.

What were they doing?!

They weren’t sure. Yet, either way, they scooped the hero into their arms, and left the building.

How do you sleep at night?

With lungs full of smoke.

#hero whumpee #assassin #whumpblr #whump community #whumpee #hero villain story #hero villain whump #hero villain prompt #hero villain trope #whump writing #whump story #whump trope #whump prompt

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aphel1on · 6 months

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i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

#getou suguru #kaneki ken #abyss twin #i know there are others who im not thinking of rn #feel free to reblog with more examples #aphelion.txt #tropes #WAIT I REMEMBERED MORE #jaina proudmoore #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #phosphophyllite #i just spent like half an hour trying to find this on tv tropes but it must be. Too specific of a thing i have in mind bc #I just kept finding similar and related but too broad categories #despair event horizon. fallen hero. well intentioned extremist. etc etc etc #like specifically i'm talking about when the character's EMPATHY is the CRUX of the problem. sosooo crunchyjuicytasty #edit:#also just know that i am reading every tag on this post #and enthusiastically scribbling down the names i dont recognizr #so i can check out their series later #edit 2 wow this post blew up 🫡 godspeed fellow villain likers #the amount of people tagging this as 'me lmao' is concerning to me #wwx #how did i fucking forget this was also yllz era wwx

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prokopetz · 1 year

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One of the more entertaining consequences of broadcast standards for children's media during the 1980s is that villains weren't allowed to express or directly imply the desire or intent to kill the protagonist, but they were allowed to openly state their intention to eat the protagonist – provided that at least one of the hero or the villain were non-human.

(i.e., human villain expressing the desire to eat a non-human protagonist: okay; unambiguously monstrous villain expressing the desire to eat a human protagonist: okay; human villain expressing the desire to eat a human protagonist: not okay.)

This often led to interesting characterisation choices, like Shredder's strange preoccupation with making the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into soup in the 1987 series – he's not allowed to threaten to kill them, but he can freely threaten to eat them!

#media #tropes #violence mention #death mention #cannibalism mention #i mean technically not *really* cannibalism because the villain and the hero were never the same species #but we don't really have a better tag for 'eating a sapient creature'#well #okay #we don't really have a better tag for *non-sexually* eating a sapient creature #sex mention in tags

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bet-on-me-13 · 6 months

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Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

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the-modern-typewriter · 4 months

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Would you be willing to do more enemies to lover tropes in hero x villain?

"You have a date?"

"If you don't want me to date other people, screw me yourself."

There was a beat of absolute silence. The hero abruptly realized what they'd said. They whirled to face the villain, eyes wide. "I didn't mean - that is - I don't know why I just said that."

Everyone around the room was gaping at the two of them.

The villain's head tilted, oh so slowly, to the side. Their gaze burned into the hero.

"I was being flippant," the hero said.

"Mm."

"You know, because you're possessive."

"Am I?" The villain's voice was silken.

"So I was just getting in there before you said something snippy."

"Oh? Is that what you were doing?"

The hero glared at them, face hot, stomach fluttering.

"Leave us," the villain said.

Everyone around them scattered.

The hero cleared their throat, not speaking until the last door had fallen closed. They wrenched their gaze away to anything, anywhere, except them. "It's not a serious date. I mean - they're not you."

The thing, whatever they were calling it, that they had with the villain was infinitely complex. Consuming. They were the most important person to the villain, and vice versa, and they both knew it but...

But they'd never kissed. They'd certainly never slept together.

Sure, the hero would probably get antsy if they thought the villain was going out with someone who might become first priority. But it wasn't - they weren't - the hero hadn't even been the one to bring up the bloody date!

The villain rose to their feet.

"You're walking dangerously close to one of our lines, hero mine," they warned softly. They sauntered closer, seemingly lazy, except that was the one thing that they never were. "You look startled enough that I can believe it was an accident. We could forget about it."

The hero watched them, a little mesmerized, heart pounding. The villain stopped in front of them.

The hero opened their mouth.

The villain tapped their lip. "Ah, ah. You're not getting away with another flippant comment after that. Think."

The hero closed their mouth. They swallowed.

It was a truth universally acknowledged that when the air between them began to crackle, the hero would say something snarky or careless to diffuse the tension. Nine times out of ten, the villain went along with it. Eight times out of ten, the hero didn't say something quite so dumb in a room full of witnesses.

It wasn't fear. It was terrifying, but it wasn't fear. It would have been so much easier if they were simply scared.

The villain set their hands on either side of the armchair the hero sat in. The hero let themselves be bracketed in with the same slow deliberation as the villain had approached them.

The hero exhaled a breath.

"Good," the villain murmured, studying them. "Now. Would you like to take that back?"

The hero said a lot of crap to the villain that they never took back. They were the only one who did. They watched the villain for a beat, every atom wondering what it would be like if the villain's hands slipped from their careful placement on furniture onto flesh.

The dates weren't like that. The dates were never like this.

But, lord, it would be such a stupid thing to do to cross that line.

The hero tipped their chin up, holding the villain's gaze again. "Do you want me to take it back?"

"If you don't, I'm definitely taking what you said as a challenge."

"Ah, yeah. That's fair." The hero wet their dry lips. "Fair warning."

"So?"

It had happened before. A threshold moment. A teetering. The villain's eyes would go dark, like they currently were, tracking everything. They'd let it go, though. If the hero asked. They always did. For all of their obvious possessiveness, the villain was never the one who brought it up.

"So," the hero dared, before they could stop themselves.

The villain's eyes notched another inch darker, more molten. Their nails dug into the upholstery.

The hero shivered; delicious and awful all at once. Intoxicating.

"So you were being flippant?" the villain prompted.

"So flippant. Unforgivably reckless. I mean, we're a terrible idea."

"The worst," the villain agreed. "Your dates are much sweeter."

"You can be sweet. When you want to be."

The villain clicked their tongue, warning.

The hero grinned back at them. Wild. Drunk, perhaps, on the vertigo of such reckless possibility, such foolish wanting.

They were at the line again. The hero was boldly brushing it with their toe, smudging at it, taunting.

The villain waited.

"You're sweet to me," the hero said. "Despite yourself." They leaned in, and up. "Tell me to stop."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No."

"No," the villain echoed. Then they grabbed the hero by the hair and kissed them.

#i don't know if this is a trope but I THINK IT SHOULD BE #enemies to lovers #hero x villain #villain x hero #romance #writing #story #short story #heroes and villains #villains and heroes

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 19 days

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enemies to lovers but it’s a villain and a hero walking hand in hand out of the fire and the smoke together, leaving everything behind them

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bebx · 1 month

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love the classic damsel in distress trope, but the damsel in question is a pathetic fictional man bleeding out in the dark somewhere on the floor before his ridiculously gorgeous knight comes for his rescue just when he’s about to pass out, and the ridiculously gorgeous knight in question is actually a deranged villain who is his archenemy. but they both have these frustratingly unresolved sexual tension going on where they both hate each other but are also super possessive and protective of each other in the sense that no one else can hurt this little guy but me!!!! and so the knight carries his pathetic damsel in his arms bridal style back to his goth castle where they have hot, kinky gay sex ever after (after he nurses his pathetic enemy’s ass back to health, of course, can’t risk bruising our fragile damsel when he’s already half dead).

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ms-write-a-lot · 2 months

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Villain stared at Hero, who stood bleeding all over his expensive doormat. ‘Hey.’ The Hero croaked, swaying to a side. They tried for a charming smile, but there was blood in their teeth. ‘Mind if I…crash here for tonight?’

And then they did crash. Into the fucking floor.

#writeblr #writing #my writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #character tropes #character dynamics #whump writing #writing prompt #dialogue prompts #whump prompts #whumpee x caretaker #whumpblr #ms write a lot

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autumnmobile12 · 10 months

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7 Ways to Introduce the Villain.

1. The Shadow

A lot of series go with the classic 'ominous shadowy figure in the background.' Here's Silco in Arcane. Sinister voice, sinister dude, sinister intent. Boom, you have your villain.

2. The Slow Reveal

Other variations of the 'shadowy figure' in which the series draws out the reveal of the villain. Avatar: The Last Airbender doesn't reveal the Firelord until the final season, but his presence is felt throughout the series. He's always this looming threat whose will is carried out by his underlings. (General Zhao, Azula, etc.)

3. The Fabulous Entrance!

Okay, so we do hear Ragyo on the phone a couple times before they actually show her face, but goddamn, this entrance. It is impressive and terrifying and, it perfectly suits the utter psycho that she is.

There is no normal expression this woman makes when she's 'happy.' She's always smug or angry or annoyed, but this face with her staring, manic eyes and smile still haunts me. Send help.

4. The Sudden Entrance

Shigaraki kinda comes out of nowhere in My Hero Academia. For the first few episodes, its all lighthearted and fun and dealing with Bakugo's BS and then the class heads off on a field trip and suddenly,

"Oh, shit! Plot is happening!"

This series started off with kids learning to be heroes, and now its tragedy and social upheaval and people's lives are in danger.

5. The Incognito Entrance

This is when some random nonthreatening dude/lady just kinda sidles into the plot the be the butt of a joke and later turns out to have been one of the villains.

This scene was so weird. Tyki is just minding his own business, scamming people at cards. Then Allen and Lavi show up looking for their friend (the guy currently being scammed), and even though he recognizes them as exorcists and his enemies, Tyki has to sit there and play it off like he doesn't know jack cause if he does anything, he's gonna blow his cover in front of his human buddies. And then he suffers the indignation of being stripped in a poker game in broad daylight because the main protagonist is absolutely evil with a card deck. And then he just walks away from this like it's a totally normal thing, not even really taking vengeance for it. (He went after Allen, sure, but that was more of a job than any personal vendetta.) He's not the main villain, but I couldn't resist pointing out how bizarre this is.

For those who haven't seen D. Gray Man, the guy in the center is one of the main antagonists, and though this is technically the second time you see him, the first encounter was so short it was practically a cameo and he was a Victorian-era, Dorian Gray dandy gentleman, not this hobo riding a train.

6. The Traitor

Since the Undertaker was more of a neutral party in Black Butler, I don't think he really counts as a traitor. Still, I don't think too many of us were suspecting the morbid jokester Grim Reaper was going to turn out to be a major antagonist later on.

7. The Protagonist

And sometimes the protagonist is the villain!

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howtokillavampire · 6 months

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you know when you start writing a fanfic and you have a general idea of the length it's going to be, and then you start actually writing it and realize you have severely underestimated yourself and have once again bitten off more than you can chew

#it was supposed to be a 500 word ficlet and now im over 2k and only about halfway through it #i have severely underestimated myself once again #its a coldflash time travel au #what can i say #Im a suckwr for a good hero x villain trope #coldflash #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #drarry #superbat #hannigram #mattimir

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whatthehellami · 4 months

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"Can we like, reschedule today's fight? I have an exam?"

"YOU'RE IN SCHOOL?"

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whump-a-la-mode · 2 years

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Your whump is frickin' awesome! If your requests are open, would you consider writing something about a very feverish and scared Supervillian with a kinda reluctant Vigilante caretaker (the "stupid morals" kind of reluctant) Maybe Supervillian wronged Vigilante in past before being half killed in a fight with another villain, but since they’re public enemy number one (or used to be) they’re really terrified of being hurt more, so they can only beg for mercy while delirious? Thank you

Oh I love this one! I apologize that it’s not actually that whumpy, there’s minimal actual hurt in here, just a lot of emotions and guilt. I really hope that you enjoy! I enjoyed writing this, even if it’s a bit less whumpy than what I usually do. And thank you so much for the compliment!

CW//Mutilation, crushing injuries

When people found out about Vigilante’s power, they often laughed.

Of course, the media had its own opinions on Vigilante, the same opinion that any official organization had about one that went against their rules. They called them a kid, a rebel, dangerous. Of course, they weren’t a villain, not directly on the list of the organization of heroes. Yet, they’d been pulled into their custody enough times that, sometimes, they felt like a villain.

Not that it mattered. Vigilante had never been fond of labels, nor rules, nor policies. That was why they had never bothered with the whole hero gig, after all.

Not that they hadn’t tried. When they were a child, when they had found out about their own abilities, of course they had tried to join the ranks of the city’s heroes. What kid wouldn’t?

Yet, time and time again, they were rejected. They understood why, of course. Hearing their powers, the recruiters generally did little more than laugh, advising them to go get a normal job and live a normal life.

There were lots of people like that, of course. People with powers, normal people, living out normal lives at 9 to 5′s. Mundane powers, generally. The ability to heat up water with a touch, to calm any child, to repair a vehicle in an instant. They made life easier, quieter.

Vigilante could’ve lived a quiet life. They hadn’t wanted to. They had known that their powers could help someone, sometime.

That was why they were what they were, after all. A vigilante.

That didn’t mean that they didn’t have a life, of course. Leaning back in the couch in their cheap apartment, Vigilante glanced upwards, counting again the pockmarks on their popcorn ceiling.

Today had been boring. Alongside their vigilante work, of course, they had to make money somehow. That came mostly in the form of gig work. Today, they had hauled some furniture, fixed some radio equipment, and aided in the moving of some horses from one farm to another.

It was enough money to make rent, even if it left their legs aching and exhausted.

Most in the working class, when they returned home, had a game or a show to return to, a couch to relax upon, loved ones to kiss.

Vigilante, on the other hand, had only one task. Counting a few last irregularities on their ceiling, they closed their eyes, allowing the feeling of the couch to dissipate below them until, more or less, they were floating.

Then, they listened.

That was what Vigilante did, after all. Enhanced hearing, they called it. As a child, it had been less noticeable. They could hear the neighbor’s kids, being put to bed, the nearby stray cats in their scraps.

With practice, though, they had learned to hear for miles, to tell the sounds of each street. Every one had its own steady rhythm, the sound of its breathing.

It was almost physical, the way they moved through the streets of City, walking down each block at a quick clip. It was a quiet night, it seemed, a late Tuesday. Others returned home from work, stricken with tunnel vision.

They kept moving. Perhaps, tonight, there would be nothing for them to do. It was rare, but on occasion, it did happen-- A night when all was quiet in City.

Yet... Yes, now they did hear something. Vigilante stopped, pricking their ears like a dog, A cry, was it? It almost sounded childish. They began moving towards it, quickening their gait the louder it got, the further from the city they grew. Had someone been hurt, out in the rural streets? Attacked by a wild animal? Fallen ill?

They moved further, further, until Vigilante wound up in the old industrial district-- a coagulation of since-abandoned factories, back when manufacturing was still a large industry in the area.

One of the buildings had fallen. That explained that great crash they had heard earlier. Yes, they remembered, now. They had investigated this, just a few hours ago. One of the old factories had collapsed. Yet, so it had seemed, at the time, no one had been in the area at the time. Just an old, shoddy building, breaking down with the natural progression of time.

Right?

Vigilante got closer, listened closer.

Someone was crying. Someone was hurt.

They were practically already off the couch, pulling on their coat.

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It took Vigilante thirty minutes to make it to the site of the collapse in their old, beat-up pickup, rumbling over gravel roads and unmaintained paving.

When they at last came to a stop, it was with a skid. The engine was barely off by the time they leapt out of the car.

What was once most certainly a great structure had been turned to a pile of rubble, dust still floating above it, given just how recent the collapse was.

Closing their eyes as they ran, Vigilante listened.

The crying was quieter, now, but still audible. When they had first heard it, they had wondered if it had been coming from a child, given just how high-pitched and pained it was. Perhaps a rural kid, playing around where they shouldn’t have?

Now that they were closer, however, they were certain that it was an adult from where the tears were sourced.

An exhausted adult.

Vigilante had, over time, greatly honed their ability to locate the sounds they heard. It took them less than a minute to find the source of the cries, to where they could hear them, loud and clear, even without the usage of their powers.

A deep pile of rubble. It was a good thing that they were strong. Gritting their teeth, they pulled away the first few pieces of concrete, kicking them away and off of the wounded stranger. It was only after they removed most of the debris that they found the source of the problem.

A large piece of the roof had not broken as it had fallen. It was still in one piece, keeping the stranger pinned. There was no way Vigilante could move that under their own power. They would need their truck.

Yet, first, they had to make sure of the health of their accidental ward. Kneeling down where they thought the stranger’s head most likely was, they spoke:

“Hello. I’m here to help. Please focus on breathing. Can you hear me?”

Vigilante did not expect the graveled response:

“Help- Help-”

Their heart threatened to stop beating. They had expected this to be a stranger, an innocent, some poor civilian in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Vigilante had not expected to be rescuing Supervillain. On instinct, they got to their feet, stumbling back, before the more logical half of their mind informed them that their enemy was currently harmless.

Of course it was Supervillain, they soon came to realize. No normal human would be able to survive the crushing weight of the concrete, they would’ve been flattened.

For a moment, they considered leaving. Turning around and leaving. It was the only logical response, wasn’t it? Supervillain didn’t deserve to be saved. Supervillain didn’t deserve anything except the most painful death conceivable.

This... This would likely be that death. Under the stone, no one would ever find them, no one but Vigilante. This could be their secret, their own piece of sin, personally cleansed from the world. Without intervention, Supervillain would most certainly starve to death, if dehydration didn’t take them first.

It was what they deserved.

All of a sudden, Vigilante wished they hadn’t heard the cries, wished they hadn’t come out here. If they hadn’t, then it wouldn’t be their call, wouldn’t be their choice of life and death. But, now that they were here...

They were at the wheel of the trolley.

Vigilante gritted their teeth, struggling to block out the memory, the singular moment that lurched to their mind whenever Supervillain was mentioned, even in passing.

Tied to a chair. They didn’t know where they were.

“You really think you’re worth anything at all? You really think you’re any sort of hero? You’re just this city’s worst nuisance?”

Supervillain’s voice still sounded the same as it had, back then.

Then, the feeling of cold metal...

Vigilante reached their hand to the left side of their head, feeling the cold plastic of their ear. To others, the prosthetic was quite convincing. Yet, it still felt cold to them.

Their hearing was still half of what it had been, before Supervillain had gotten to them.

For Supervillain, this was the only sentence that they could possibly deserve. Starving in their own misery.

The cry came again.

“Please, you have to help me, please, I can’t breathe-” Their words were slurred, as though drunk. Likely from the blood loss-- Vigilante could spot some red, leaking out from under the stone.

Supervillain deserved this.

Vigilante sucked in a breath.

But they did not deserve the guilt of allowing someone, even someone so horrid, to die.

“I’ll be back.” Vigilante’s voice was coarse. “I have to get my truck.”

#supervillain whumpee #vigilante caretaker #whump #whumpblr #whump community #villain whumpee #whumper #caretaker #caretaking #environmental whump #hero villain whump #hero villain trope #hero villain prompt #hero villain writing #whump writing #whump trope #whump prompt

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yandere-wishes · 21 days

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Has anyone ever noticed how the fandom interpretations of Anakin Skywalker, Eren Yeager, and Paul Atreides are exactly the same? They're all reminiscent of your typical 70's dopeheads but in a cuter more endearing kind of way. Oh, also they've all committed genocide...

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pikahlua · 6 months

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MHA Chapter 406 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 セントラル病院前鎮圧完了！セントラルびょういんまえちんあつかんりょう！ SENTORARU byouin mae chin'atsu kanryou! "Suppression in front of Central Hospital complete!"

tagline 1 各地の奮戦が希望をつなぐ‼︎ かくちのふんせんがきぼうをつなぐ‼︎ kakuchi no funsen ga kibou wo tsunagu!! The struggles of various places connect hope!!

2 怪我人のトリアージと逮捕者の移送中！けがにんのトリアージとたいほしゃのいそうちゅう！ keganin no TORIAAJI to taihosha no isouchuu! "Triage of the injured and transport of the arrested in progress!"

3 奥渡島制圧完了‼︎ オクトじませいあつかんりょう‼︎ OKUTO-jima seiatsu kanryou!! "Suppression at Octo Island complete!"

tagline 2 No.406　摑め‼︎おまえの"個性"　堀越耕平ナンバー406　つかめ‼︎おまえの"こせい"　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 406 tsukame!! omae no "kosei" Horikoshi Kouhei No. 406 Grasp*!! Your quirk Kouhei Horikoshi (*Note: This "grasp" can mean both to literally hold something and to comprehend/wrap one's head around something.)

4 分断作戦決起点制圧完了！ぶんだんさくせんけっきてんせいあつかんりょう！ bundan sakusen kekkiten seiatsu kanryou! "Suppression of the division strategy's starting point complete!"

5 怪我人の救出継続中！けがにんのきゅうしゅつけいぞくちゅう！ keganin no kyuushutsu keizokuchuu! "Continued rescue of injured persons in progress!"

6 国立多古場競技場継戦中‼︎ こくりつたこばきょうぎじょうけいせんちゅう‼︎ kokuritsu takoba kyougijou keisenchuu!! "National Takoba Arena continued battle in progress!!"

1 Mr.スケプティック確保！移送中です‼︎ ミスタースケプティックかくほ！いそうちゅうです‼︎ MISUTAA SUKEPUTIKKU kakuho! isouchuu desu!! "Mr. Skeptic secured! His transfer is in progress!!"

2 避難システムによる士傑への避難完了！ひなんシステムによるしけつへのひなんかんりょう！ hinan SHISUTEMU ni yoru shiketsu e no hinan kanryou! "Evacuation to Shiketsu by way of evacuation system complete!"

3 停止したブロックの避難民保護に出動中！ていししたブロックのひなんみんほごにしゅつどうちゅう！ teishi shita BUROKKU no hinanmin hogo ni shutsudouchuu! "Dispatch to protect the evacuees of the stopped blocks in progress!"

4 蛇腔病院跡地制圧完了！じゃくうびょういんあとちせいあつかんりょう！ jakuu byouin atochi seiatsu kanryou! "Suppression of the ruins at Jakuu Hospital complete!"

5 黒霧！イレーザーヘッドとプレゼントマイクと共に消息不明！くろぎり！イレーザーヘッドとプレゼントマイクとともにしょうそくふめい！ Kurogiri! IREEZAA HEDDO to PURESENTO MAIKU to tomo ni shousoku fumei! "Kurogiri! And Eraser Head and Present Mic with him, whereabouts unknown!"

6 この総力戦は最終的にこのそうりょくせんはさいしゅうてきに kono souryokusen wa saishuuteki ni This all-out war will eventually

7 緑谷出久を信じる戦��になるみどりやいずくをしんじるたたかいになる Midoriya Izuku wo shinjiru tatakai ni naru become a battle of believing in Izuku Midoriya. (Note: As per what I wrote in chapter 379, I would probably contextually read lines 6-7 as something like “This all-out war will come down to us trusting in Izuku Midoriya.”)

8 緑谷… みどりや… Midoriya... Midoriya...

9 出久… いずく… Izuku... Izuku...

1 疾い…！はやい…！ hayai...! "[So] fast...!"

2 あいつは死の間際… あいつはしのまぎわ… aitsu wa shi no magiwa... "That guy was on the verge of death..."

3 瞬間ではあったが… しゅんかんではあったが… shunkan de wa atta ga... "It was [for just] a moment, but..."

4 死柄木すら翻弄する動きを見せた… しがらきすらほんろうするうごきをみせた… Shigaraki sura honrou suru ugoki wo miseta... "He showed movement that made sport of even Shigaraki..."

1-2 あいつは何かを摑みかけている途中だった…！あいつはなにかをつかみかけているとちゅうだった…！ aitsu wa nani ka wo tsukami kakate iru tochuu datta...! "He was in the middle of grasping* something...!" (*Note: Again, this is that word that means "grasp" and "comprehend.")

3 この"副作用"を活かせこの"ふくさよう"をいかせ kono "fukusayou" wo ikase Take advantage of this "side effect"

4 もっと！ motto! more!

5 まだ！もっと‼︎ mada! motto!! Still! More!!

6-7 もういい… mou ii... "Enough..."

8 後にするあとにする ato ni suru "Leave him for later."

1 …いいさ ...ii sa "...It's fine."

2 壊すだけだ何度でも更にこわすだけだなんどでもさらに kowasu dake da nando demo sara ni "I'll just break him however many more times even further."

3 距離を取って"危機感知"で何とか凌いできたきょりをとって"4TH"でなんとかしのいできた kyori wo totte "4TH (kanji: kiki kanchi)" de nan toka shinoi dekita I started to somehow pull through by keeping my distance with the "4th (read as: Danger Sense)."

4 再生＋即死持ち＋前より強化されている肉体にどう対処するか…答えは見つからなかった… さいせい＋そくしもち＋まえよりきょうかされているにくたいにどうたいしょするか…こたえはみつからなかった… saisei + sokushi mochi + mae yori kyouka sarete iru nikutai ni dou taisho suru ka...kotae wa mitsukaranakatta... As for how to deal with his regeneration + instant death[-inflicting ability] + his body strengthened more than it was before...I couldn't find an answer...

5 "変速"は発動したら最後…発動時間に関わらず切った途端反動で体が動かなくなる "2ND"ははつどうしたらさいご…はつどうじかんにかかわらずきったとたんはんどうでからだがうごかなくなる "2ND (kanji: hensoku)" wa hatsudou shitara saigo...hatsudou jikan ni kakawarazu kitta totan handou de karada ga ugokanaku naru If I activate the "2nd (read as: Gear Shift)," it'll be the last time... Regardless of the time for which it's activated, as soon as it's turned off, my body will stop moving due to the immediate recoil.

6 発動した以上は… はつどうしたいじょうは… hatsudou shita ijou wa... Now that I've activated it...

7 今度こそ最後ーーー… こんどこそさいごーーー… kondo koso saigo---... "This time is the last---..."

1 更にさらに sara ni Go

1 向こうへむこうへ mukou e beyond

1 まだ mada "Am I still"

small text 更に向こうへってかさらにむこうへってか sara ni mukou e tte ka "[They] say 'Go beyond,' right?"

2 モブか…！ MOBU ka...! "an extra...?!"

3 エンデヴァーや"黒影"程の圧力も無いエンデヴァーや"ダークシャドウ"ほどのあつりょくもない ENDEVAA ya "DAAKU SHADOU" hodo no atsuryoku mo nai It's not as much pressure as with those like Endeavor and Dark Shadow.

4 後にすればいいあとにすればいい ato ni sureba ii It's fine to leave him for later.

5 オールマイトと比ぶべくもないオールマイトとくらぶべくもない OORU MAITO to kurabu beku mo nai He can't compare to All Might.

6 これ以上　巻き戻しを進行させてまで係う程の価値もこれいじょう　まきもどしをしんこうさせてまでかかずらうほどのかちも kore ijou makimodoshi wo shinkou sasete made kakazurau hodo no kachi mo To let the rewind proceed more than this, there's no value

7 意味もいみも imi mo nor meaning

8 縁もえにしも nor connection* (*Note: This is the same word All Might uses in chapter 396 to refer to a connection between him and Dave in the USA; it's a word that refers to some mysterious force such as destiny that binds two people together.)

9-10 あの石塊にはないあのいしころにはない ano ishikoro ni wa nai!! in it with that pebble!!

(Note: For speech bubbles 6-10, you could combine them all together into something more cohesive like this: "There's no value or meaning or connection with that pebble to merit letting him rewind me any more than this!!" And yes, Katsuki is the "pebble," which is a reference back to chapter 7 when Katsuki called Izuku a "pebble in his path.")

1 わかってきた wakatte kita I've come to understand.

2 痛みだいたみだ itami da It's pain.

3 掌に溜めた汗粒がてのひらにためたあせつぶが tenohira ni tameta asetsubu ga [The pain of] the beads of sweat that collected on my palms

4 全身を駆け巡ぐる痛みぜんしんをかけめぐるいたみ zenshin wo kakemeguru itami running through my entire body,

5 吹き出る痛みふきでるいたみ fukideru itami pain that spouts* out, (Note: This word to describe the pain can mean: "gush out, spout out, spurt out" but it can also mean "send out shoots" like for plant roots. I feel like that description is relevant given the imagery we see on this page. Considering the next line, I think he's referring to pain that erupts from different individual points on his body.)

6-7 その位置間隔！そのいちかんかく！ sono ichi kankaku! and the space between those positions! (Note: He's talking about recognizing the physical space between the different points of pain on his body.)

8 痛みで摑めいたみでつかめ itami de tsukame Grasp* it with pain, (Note: Again, this is that word that means "grasp" in the sense of "comprehend.")

9 誘爆のタイミング！ゆうばくのタイミング！ yuubaku no TAIMINGU! the timing of the secondary explosions! (Note: I think he's saying he can predict when and where the little explosions that surround his body will happen by paying attention to the locations of the pains on his body and thus he can utilize those explosions too.)

1 何なんだなんなんだ nan nanda What is this?

2 痛ったァハハハ疾っいったァハハハはやっ ittaAHAHAHA haya "It hurts-A-HAHAHA so fast!" (Note: Yes, he's breaking into maniacal laughter at the end of his words. Also a fun phonetic bonus: the Japanese word for "so fast" here is "haya," so he's saying "hahaha-haya!" He sounds battle-crazy, or just plain crazy.)

3 すぎて止まんねえ〜〜〜‼︎ すぎてやまんねえ〜〜〜‼︎ sugite yamannee~~~!! "Too fast, can't sto~o~o~p!!"

4 何なんだこいつはなんなんだこいつは nan nanda koitsu wa What's with this guy?

1 なぁ　出久　俺まだおまえに追いつけるかななぁ　いずく　おれまだおまえにおいつけるかな naa Izuku ore mada omai ni oitsukeru ka na Hey, Izuku, can I still catch up to you?

2 なんでだろうなあ nande darou naa I wonder why?

3 なんか今追い越せる気がするなんかいまおいこせるきがする nanka ima oikoseru ki ga suru I feel like I can surpass [you] now.

4 あんた… anta... "Honey..."

5 勝己が…！かつきが…！ Katsuki ga...! "Katsuki is...!"

6 ダメだ…見れないよ…‼︎だって相手は… ダメだ…みれないよ…‼︎だってあいては… DAME da...mirenai yo...!! datte aite wa... "No...I can't watch...!! Because his opponent is..."

7 見なきゃ… みなきゃ… minakya... "We have to watch..."

8 だって…！ datte...! "because...!"

1 だってあの子きっとだってあのこきっと datte ano ko kitto "Because that child is surely"

2 いつもみたいに笑ってる筈だから…！いつもみたいにわらってるはずだから…！ itsumo mitai ni waratteru hazu dakara...! "smiling like he always does...!"

3 さっきから…！何故この石塊にさっきから…！なぜこのいしころに sakki kara...! naze kono ishikoro ni Since a while ago...! Why is this pebble...?

4 何故僕はオールマイト以上のなぜぼくはオールマイトいじょうの naze boku wa OORU MAITO ijou no Why am I...even more than with All Might...? (Note: The verb at the end of the sentence is cut off here making this sound awkward in English. He's basically wondering how Katsuki is irritating him even more than All Might did.)

1 そうだ… 似ているそうだ… にている sou da...nite iru That's it...he resembles [that guy].

2 与一ならもういないぞ魔王… よいちならもういないぞまおう… Yoichi nara mou inai zo maou... If it's Yoichi [you're looking for], he's already gone, Demon King...

3 おまえが殺したんだおまえがころしたんだ omae ga koroshitanda Because you killed him.

4 憎しみを宿した事で鮮明に蘇る… にくしみをやどしたことでせんめいによみがえる… nikushimi wo yadoshita koto de senmei ni yomigaeru... By harboring hatred, I recall it clearly...

5 そうだ　こいつだ…こいつだったのだ sou da koitsu da...koitsu datta no da That's it, it's this guy... It was this guy.

1-3 こいつが手を差し伸べなければこいつがてをさしのべなければ koitsu ga te wo sashinobenakereba If this guy hadn't reached out his hand...

4-5 僕が最も憎いのはぼくがもっともにくいのは boku ga motto mo nikui no wa What I hate most of all is...

1 おまえのせいだ駆藤‼︎ おまえのせいだくどう‼︎ omae no sei da Kudou!! "It's because of you, Kudou!!" (Note: Because of the order of words in Japanese, you can also read this like the end to the last sentence on the previous page: "What I hate most of all is YOU [Kudou].")

2 ボケが来たかよ‼︎ ボケがきたかよ‼︎ BOKE ga kita ka yo!! "So an old geezer is here!!" (Note: This is the same grammar as All Might's "I am here!")

3 俺ァ爆豪のかっちゃんだバァアカ！おれァばくごうのかっちゃんだバァアカ！ oreA Bakugou no Kacchan da BAAAKA! "I'm Kacchan of the Bakugou clan*, moron!" (*Note: "Bakugou no Kacchan" literally means "Kacchan of Bakugou/Kacchan of the Bakugous," but the grammar is an archaic style from before Japan's family registration system created family names in the late 1800's. The structure would read as "[Name] of the [clan name]." The literal word "clan" does not appear in the sentence above, but I've included it to get the archaic style to make sense in English. I should also mention that it's possible Katsuki is introducing himself here as "Kacchan" as an insult to AFO's intelligence. Like, "Oh you're a little kid/senile old man? My real name's probably too difficult for you. Here, call me Kacchan, dumbass.")

tagline 今、世界が少年を見る‼︎ いま、せかいがしょうねんをみる‼︎ ima, sekai ga shounen wo miru!! Now, the world sees the young man!!

#my hero academia leak translations #mha 406 #bnha 406 #my hero academia manga spoilers #final arc spoilers #kacchan of the bakugous #that one anime trope where the hero goes mad with power or something and goes so off the rails the villain freaks the fuck out #there are a LOT of notes this chapter too

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epiclamer · 21 days

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Hero shot up, the first thing they knew was that they couldn’t breathe, the second was that it was because they were vomiting. Or, at least, their body was trying to.

They keeled over the side of their bed, clutching their spasming abdomen with one hand while the other held desperately onto the mattress. Their blanket swamped their legs, their shirt was glued to their back with sweat, and their hair was plastered to their burning forehead.

Again, they couldn’t breathe, every muscle in their body squeezed relentlessly as it tried to rid itself of the contents of their stomach. They gagged, shook, and breathed, then the cycle repeated itself. Over and over again, Hero hadn’t even realized it, but they were begging.

Please, please, please, please—

Begging someone or something to save them, to stop this. They convulsed again, eyes rolling back, mouth open, but nothing came of it.

Eventually—after another thirty seconds or so—it stopped. Hero wheezed, their whole body was sickly cold and yet somehow also sweaty, their head was reeling and they couldn’t hold themselves up anymore, they just collapsed.

They had expected to hit the ground head first with a thud, their grip on the mattress was loose and they knew what was in store for them, instead, two arms swooped them up before they could collide, pulling them in close to the stranger’s chest. Hero’s first instinct was to pull away, fight, claw themselves out, but then they recognized this feeling, those arms, and that chest.

“Villain?”

The light on their nightstand flicked to life with a dim yellow glow and with a good twist of their neck Hero could see their nemesis as clear as day.

“Hey, Hero.”

Unwillingly, the hero’s body relaxed, practically melting into the criminal’s arms as they were hauled back up to their bed. Once they could see the villain again, Hero noted the sad smile they were sporting. They looked tired, definitely not as tired as the hero did, but there were bags under their eyes nonetheless.

What time was it anyways? Hero turned to check their alarm clock, it was four in the morning. What the hell was Villain doing in their house?

“Do you know what… that was?”

Hero startled out of their thoughts, eyes meeting the villain’s once more. They nodded, slowly but surely and with some weird ever-growing shame gnawing at their gut. “Nightmare.”

The villain let out a small chuckle, “That is what your nightmares look like?” Their expression however was one of fear.

They nodded, their nightmares had just been getting worse and worse lately there was no use trying to hide it. For whatever reason Hero hoped that being honest would get them some comfort from their lifelong enemy.

A silly thought at best and utterly ridiculous at worst.

Villain pulled the blanket up to Hero’s shoulders, tucking them in carefully. “Are they all like that? Or are some just worse than others?”

“It depends, yeah. This one was one of the more… difficult ones.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” It came out faster than the Hero had expected, almost like the villain had been keeping it on the tip of their tongue this whole time.

The villain’s eyes met the hero’s once more, they locked and finally Hero could see that their nemesis was actually worried. Not scared, or sad, or tired, it was worry. Hero had to fight to keep down whatever emotion bubbled up at the thought of someone actually caring enough to worry about them.

“It’s just violence. Senseless killing, or running from being killed, or chasing after someone to kill.” Their cheeks burnt up in shame, they were a hero, they weren’t supposed to have dreams like these.

They must’ve been deranged, it was the only plausible answer. Heroes were peace-keepers, not killers, clearly, their subconscious hadn’t gotten the memo.

“I’m sorry.”

Hero’s thoughts skidded to a halt. What.

“I’m sorry.” The villain repeated, placing both of their hands against the blanket as if they could read the hero’s mind. “That sounds terrible. I-I can’t imagine what it feels like…” They trailed off, somewhat lost in thought.

Hero’s stomach clenched again, this time out of pure nerves. The worst part of this was that the villain seemed so genuine; Hero was smart enough to know they didn’t deserve that.

“You should really be apologizing for breaking into my house—” They chuckled and even though it was a last-ditch attempt to lighten to mood it seemed to have worked.

Villain scrunched their nose in response, shooting a glance over their shoulder at the pile of notes they had been filing through just a moment ago. Suddenly coming back to the current situation and the realization of what they were doing—caressing their nemesis in bed.

They stepped back and Hero shot up, reaching for the villain before they could stop and think. Tears welled up in their eyes, their breath quickened, the horrible thought of being alone again to manage their own dreams struck them like a blow to the head.

“Wait, wait, wait, please— please stay, Villain please don’t leave me—” They were blubbering, they could feel it, but it didn’t matter; they were desperate. “Please, just stay for one night, please…”

Villain only thought about it for a second, they didn’t need any more time to decide to crawl under the duvet.

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