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Here we go - The Soulmate Programme part 5!
This will make no sense with prior parts 1, 2, 3, and 4
They were halfway over the city when the protagonist started shivering uncontrollably in the pre-dawn cold. The hero slowed, started to float down towards a rooftop.
“No,” the protagonist said through chattering teeth. “No, don’t stop. We can’t stop now or...”
...or else I’m not getting back up, the protagonist didn’t say.
The hero’s grip tightened around them. But silently, they sped up just slightly.
They were both avoiding eye contact.
“You knew?” the protagonist asked quietly. “Who [Villain] was?”
The hero swallowed. “Yes,” they confessed just as softly, their eyes on the horizon as the wind ruffled their hair gently. “I mean, I knew what happened to me - to us. I didn’t know...”
The protagonist squinted up at them. “You didn’t know the government put them up to it?”
Hero pressed their lips together, so tight the protagonist expected to see blood. “[Villain] has every right to hate me. So do you, I guess.”
The protagonist leaned their face against the hero’s shoulder, inhaled that same smell of sweat and singe and fear. It was really a thing, flying over the city as the last stars twinkled overhead, shedding their kind and forgiving light over them all.
“I don’t hate you,” the protagonist whispered, and realized a moment later they meant ‘you’ in the plural.
“I still think it’s real,” the hero said, with a sniff and a faint smile. “The soulmate match. I hope it’s real. You’re incredible.”
The protagonist swallowed. “I guess we’re about to find out.”
...
They touched down on the balcony of a squat office tower on the south edge of the city, overlooking a grim expanse of freight yards and train tracks. The hero carefully set the protagonist on their feet and, after an assessing look at the door, gave the floor-to-ceiling window beside it a swift jab that shattered the glass into a puddle of smooth-edged fragments.
“Safety glass?” the protagonist asked hoarsely. They’d gone beyond tired and cold into some other numb place, feeling like they were still floating on air somehow.
“Standard for any government building now,” the hero said, stepping over the threshold and offering the protagonist their hand.
For a moment, the protagonist hesitated. But they were too far along now to be petty. They took the hero’s hand and did not let go as the hero led the way through the silent cubicles, punching in codes to take them through locked hallways and past red blinking security cameras that never turned to follow them. Up an odd half stairwell in an old fashioned style that didn’t fit the modern building, and then a final steel lined door that the hero grabbed and simply yanked from its hinges.
Within was a cave of a room, lit by the light of dozens of monitors mounted in a haphazard pattern around a small workstation cluttered with crumpled papers and a clutch of novelty mugs. Staring up at the screens in a cheap office chair sat a figure in a dark hoodie. As the door crashed open, she swiveled around.
“Ah. Hi, [Hero], [Protagonist],” the soulmate super said with a tired smirk. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
“You-” The protagonist felt hands on their arms and realized the hero was holding them back. “I knew it. This was a set up. You set me the fuck up! You lied to [Hero] - got their hopes up and broke their heart! You knew this would happen, that this would all blow up when you dropped me in the middle of this clusterfuck of government malfeasance and abuse and- and-”
They had to stop and catch their breath.
“Um.” The hero looked back and forth between the protagonist and the super. “Sorry, you were expecting us?”
“Of course she was!” The protagonist wrenched free - or rather the hero let go - to jab an accusing finger. “What does the soulmate programme really rely on? Behavioral prediction. That’s your superpower, isn’t it?”
“Eh. Close enough,” the super said with a little shrug. The smirk faded as she got a closer look at the protagonist. “Oh, wow. I think, ah, tea. You definitely need a tea.” She stood and took herself over to a makeshift kitchenette set up on a folding table, waved to a camp cot set in the corner. “You lot will have to sit on the bed. Sorry, I don’t do much entertaining.”
The protagonist did not move. Behind them, they felt the hero straighten. Squaring up, following their lead. The soulmate super swallowed. “Please?”
The protagonist gritted their teeth. Sitting also felt dangerously comfortable, threateningly normal behavior that might lead to things like understanding or naps. But the gurgle of the electric kettle made up their mind. Dammit, they did want tea. Tea sounded incredible. They stomped over to the cot and sat. The hero trailed after them and to the protagonist's surprise, they were grateful for the silent support
“Thank you,” the super said, letting out her breath. “Yes. You’re right. That’s my power - I’m not a telepath, or clairvoyant but with just a little bit of interaction or information, I can kind of intuit a person’s whole psychological profile. Including, yes, some behavioral prediction.”
“And you knew our profiles together would end in me finding out the truth,” the protagonist snapped. “About [Hero], about [Villain], about the government’s role in setting all of this up. And now you expect me to splash that truth everywhere, blow the whole thing sky-high, because that’s who I am! Am I wrong?”
“Wait.” The hero’s eyes had gone wide in alarm. “[Protagonist], please, you can’t tell anyone...”
The super rubbed at her neck, watching the water in the kettle bubble up to a froth. “You got a couple things wrong, but that’s the gist of it.” She looked up from under her hood with a tired smile. “So. After [Hero] saved you from [Villain], why didn’t you start splashing? Why did you come here?”
The protagonist jerked away from the hero. “Because I don’t like being controlled. I don’t like being manipulated.” Distantly they noticed there were tears streaming down the face that felt like it belonged to somebody else. “You think you can just treat people like pawns, because you have powers and I don’t? Where do you think you get off? You want to expose the truth, why the hell don’t you go out there and take the heat yourself?!”
There was an awkward pause. The soulmate super had her arms wrapped around herself, slid a pleading gaze over to hero. The hero closed their eyes, but cleared their throat. “Um. [Protagonist],” they said gently, and gestured back to the broken steel door. “That was locked from the outside.”
The kettle whistled into the silence. The protagonist felt themselves crash hard back into their body, the crazy adrenaline rush sharply and suddenly over. The world spun and suddenly they were sitting on that army cot, the hero and the soulmate super on either side, holding them up.
“Stop,” the protagonist said thickly, trying to shrug them off. “Stop, I’m sorry. I get it. I’m not the one that needs saving...”
Over their head, the two supers shared a look the protagonist couldn’t put a name to.
“Maybe,” the soulmate super said, “We should drink that tea and I can start from the beginning.”
...
“So, there’s not actually that many of us that are that powerful. And of that group, there’s even less like [Hero], with that sort of classic flight/strength combo that makes for good television. So, there was a lot of pressure to find ways to make yourself useful.” The soulmate super sipped from a cup covered in kitten pictures and shrugged. “One of the counselors had called my power ‘reading souls.’ That’s what gave me the idea for all this. It was the least harmful thing I could think of to do with my powers.”
The protagonist crammed another biscuit in their mouth. They were the cheap kind, and only digestives, but in this moment they tasted like manna from heaven. “But if this was all your idea,” they said around a mouthful of crumbs, “why are you a prisoner?”
The super snorted. “Officially? I’m here for my own protection. From [Villain], or anyone else looking to take down such an invaluable government asset. In reality? Same reason they took [Hero] and split them into two. The government lusts to maximize our superpowers and is absolutely terrified of losing control of us.”
“That’s not - that’s not true,” the hero blurted out. They looked absurdly large on the end of the soulmate super’s cheap little cot, the thin metal legs visibly bending under their hunched over weight. “They had to do it. To me! My - our powers were dangerous and we were out of control-”
The protagonist opened their mouth to sooth, but to their surprise, the soulmate super got there first. “There was nothing wrong with you,” she snapped at hero, with the first flash of real anger the protagonist had seen. “I was there. There was... Fuck.” She rubbed at her neck again. “There was nothing wrong with you other than being the same scared kid we all were. You didn’t deserve what happened to you. Neither of you did.”
Belatedly, the protagonist startled up off the cot. “Shit. Do we... should we be running?”
“Nah,” the soulmate super said, leaning over to tap something on her computer workstation. “At this point the locked door is almost more of a formality. It’s when I stop working that all the bells and whistles go off.”
“Good.” The protagonist put down their tea mug with a thud. “Because now’s the part where you tell me exactly what is going to happen next. What was the point of all this? What’s your end game here?”
The super blinked again, took a long and slow sip of tea out of her kitten mug. “Ah. And here is the first place your summary of the situation was a teeny bit off. You... seem to be under the impression that I have some kind of master plan going on here.”
The protagonist felt their stomach drop. “What.”
The super spread her hands. “I had a split second. When your profile flashed into the system in the middle of the night. I could guess what would happen, I could see it was the perfect opportunity to throw a great honking monkey wrench into the works and...” She shrugged helplessly. “I’m sorry if you came to me because you thought I had the solution to this, to [Hero] and [Villain]’s situation, to the whole government and supers and everything.” She glanced shyly over to the protagonist. “I was kinda hoping you would tell me.”
Heavily, the protagonist sat back down. They had wanted to believe there was a plan somewhere. A plan behind why the government seemed to both love and fear their supers, a plan behind why they specifically had been tossed into this mess to be manipulated, kidnapped, attacked, and more. The soulmate super looked genuinely distressed and somehow that made it worse. Because no one was coming in to save the day except the protagonist, and they had precisely zero god damned idea how to fix a person who’d been broken in two. Let alone, you know, everything else.
“Okay,” the protagonist said, holding their head in their hands. “Okay.” They reached out and grabbed the hero’s hand. The hero looked startled, but before they could say anything, the protagonist grabbed the soulmate super’s hand too. “We’ve got a superhero, a psychological genius, and, uh. Me. We can figure this out. Together.”
The soulmate super beamed. The hero nodded, their eyes fixed on the protagonist’s hand, dwarfed in their meaty fingers. The protagonist turned to the other super. “Anything else we need to know? Anything else I got wrong?”
“Oh!. Yes!” The soulmate super snapped her fingers. “I did set you up, but it wasn’t a lie. You are [Hero]’s soulmate. One of them, at least.”
“I’m what?” the protagonist shrieked, the same moment the hero gasped, “One of them?”
“Well, here you all are,” said a new voice from the darkness of the hallway. “How cozy.”
The protagonist and the two supers sprang to their feet, the hero shoving their way in front of the others.
Stepping awkwardly over the broken door was the governor’s chief of staff. She had a cast on her forearm, a nasty purplish bruise down the side of her face, and had replaced her usual spike heels with flats. But her hair was as shiny and her smile as vicious as always, as guards rushed into the room behind her, carelessly trampling the meager food and furnishings beneath their boots.
The soulmate super’s breath was short with terror. The protagonist grabbed her, squeezed her closer.
“You can’t think you can take me-” the hero started.
“[Villain] is decimating the city,” the chief said flatly. “They’re on a rampage of destruction and manslaughter, and have announced that they will not stop until [Protagonist] is delivered to them. Alive.” She looked to the soulmate super. “Cute little stunt you pulled here. I hope you’re happy with how it turned out this time.”
The soulmate super shrank, pulling back from protagonist’s arms. The hero’s gaze went hazy as their focus shifted somewhere else. Then it snapped back to the protagonist, their wide eyes a confirmation.
“Don’t,” the protagonist said, to both supers. “It’s what she wants. Dammit, don’t listen-”
“They’re right, you don’t have to listen,” the chief said with the cold inevitability of taxes and death. “But if you don’t want a lot more people to die, [Hero], starting with [Protagonist], I suggest you take your precious soulmate into protective custody and then get out there and do what you were made to do.” She smiled sourly. “Save us.”
Final part coming soon!
#my fiction#soulmate programme#hero x villain#continuation#protagonist x hero#should be just one more final episode after this#i hope#100
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Short Prompt #718
"We need to figure out your power level! Otherwise, we won't be able to put you in the correct group!" - the hero explained, taking the protagonist over to a big mirror. "Just put your hand on it!"
Protagonist gulped. There was about to be a lot of glass everywhere.
#hero x hero#hero x protagonist#protagonist x hero#writing#writeblr#hero#protagonist#prompt#short prompt#writing prompt#heroes and villains#hero x villain community#writing community#smuwfy#some messed up writing for you
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The sands devoured the landscape in every direction, a gaping yawn of yellows and reds. The protagonist's throat scorched dry. The last drops of their water bottle had been drained two hours ago.
They staggered another step forward on the dunes, squeezing their eyes shut against the breeze that somehow did nothing to alleviate the heat. They raised a hand to shield their face.
When they opened their eyes again, the antagonist stood in front of them. They looked as cool as ever, untouched by blistering day or the surprisingly freezing night.
"How is your great escape going?" the antagonist asked. They flicked their fingers, magic summoning a sweet pool of water into the inviting cup of their palm. "Are you ready to come home yet, darling?"
Option A: The protagonist shoved past the mirage, for it had to be a mirage, in silence. "I'm not your darling," they snapped, all the same. And they knew they could never go home again.
Option B: The protagonist's gaze dropped, despite their best efforts, to the tantalizing promise of water. It was all they could do not to drop to their knees there and then.
The antagonist's smile shimmered across their face, glinting in their eyes. You can have it," the antagonist said. "If you ask nicely."
Option C: The protagonist's hands shot up, drawing up a protective ward. Their heart hammered. It was impossible that the antagonist was standing there, wasn't it? The citadel was barely in sight anymore.
"Oh," the antagonist clicked their tongue. "That badly, huh? Poor thing."
Option D: "How are your desperate attempts to find me going?" the protagonist returned. "Ain't nothing but sand to see."
"If you come back now, I won't be angry."
The protagonist snorted. "I've got my own anger to contend with, after what you did. What do I care about yours?"
Option E: "Do you really think?" The antagonist stepped closer, holding their watery hand up to the protagonist's lips. "That distance alone would be enough to shatter the connection between us? This is silly. You know I don't like to see you suffer."
The protagonist let the antagonist feed them a drop of water. A moment of weakness, perhaps. Or maybe just the familiarity of them, of the bond rattling in their chest. The thirst and the hunger.
"Then close your eyes, love," they replied. "Look away and you won't have to."
#idk what this is#writing#experiment#writing experiment#poll#writing poll#creative writing#hero x villain#antagonist x protagonist#protagonists and antagonists#i wish the poll choices could include more text
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“Oh my god—“
“Not quite, love” The antagonist smirked. “If you ask nicely, however, I may be inclined to play along.”
“You’re—“
“A villain, yes.”
The protagonist tried to stop their hands from shaking as the antagonist looked them up and down.
“Why are you in my neighborhood bodega?” The protagonist said finally, and the villain quirked a brow.
“Even famous people need to eat,” the antagonist tucked their hands into their exquisitely tailored suit.
The bag of chips in the protagonists grip crinkled, and the villain inspected them.
“Not the healthiest choice.”
They gave an unamused laugh. “The cheapest.”
The antagonist’s eyes ran over their face, as if taking in their slightly gaunt cheeks.
“Heroism doesn’t pay well, it seems.”
The protagonist looked them up and down.
“Villainy does, it seems.”
At that, the antagonist chuckled, eyes glimmering like they had finally found something to peak their interest.
Behind them, the check out counter beeped and spit out a receipt, which the antagonist promptly crumpled and threw away.
“I’ll be watching,” they said with a nonchalance that did not match the threat of stalking, and disappeared out the sliding doors.
The protagonist stood in front of the machine, slightly awe struck and slightly afraid, until a clerk sidled up to them.
“Old friend?” The clerk asked.
The protagonist glanced over at them, then back towards the door.
“Not quite,” they answered.
They paid for their chips and left, hands pink with cold by the time they got to their apartment.
Attached to their door was an cream colored envelope full of money, and a note in elegant handwriting that simply said “Buy yourself more groceries. Your fridge is a tragedy.”
The protagonist never quite got rid of the antagonist after that.
#writing#writing community#creative writing#snippet#heroes and villains#fic writing#ficlet#writing prompt#writblr#protagonist#villain#writers#original writing#gentle#soft#no bad things#protagonist x villain#y’all are going feral for this one oh my god
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I fucking love this game
#persona 5#akira kurusu#ren amamiya#ryuji sakamoto#pegoryu#ryupego#taking a piss break with the bros#gay#queer#mlm#persona 5 joker#pego#hero#persona 5 protagonist#ren x ryuji#akira x ryuji#Ryuji x persona 5 protagonist
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And people wonder why the most popular anime ships are homosexual...
Anime Protagonist to Generic, Obvious Heterosexual Love Interest:
"Hey, look. I know this crush of yours has been mostly one-sided this entire time."
"Like, I'm pretty sure our romantic chemistry is the equivalent of manufactured white bread, but everyone seems to think we're gonna end up together, so I guess it has to happen. Right?"
Anime Protagonist to Rival/Childhood Friend/Best Friend:
"I would literally die for you. Like, no, seriously, I did actually almost die for you like...multiple times now."
"Your smile? I dream about it every night. My only goal in life is to make sure that you succeed and that you live long and happily. I'd give up everything I am for you, but I'm afraid I might never be able to find the words to tell you how I feel."
"I'm blessed to have you in my life and I wouldn't be the person I am today without you."
#my hero acaedmia#boku no hero academia#bakudeku#bkdk#katsudeku#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#naruto#ive never quite seen chemistry equal to the likes of an anime protagonist and their rival#eremin#eren jaeger#eren yeager#armin arlert#armin x eren#sasunaru
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"You saved them. Again and again and again. But that's enough. I won't watch as you die for these cockroaches. You saved them countless times, but I'll only save you once. I will make sure none of those who hurt you survive."
#villain prompt#villain arc#villain#villain x hero#hero x supervillain#hero x villain#angst dialogue#villain caretaker#villain protagonist#protective prompts
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"Hold this for me." Before the hero had a chance to object, the villain shoved the bloodied axe into their hands and dropped to rifle through their bag.
The hero squeezed their eyes shut and took a shaky breath, trying not to think about the smell. Oh God, they were holding the villain's axe. The blood was probably still warm. The hero's chest tightened. The stench was overwhelming. They thought they might faint.
"It's not going to bite you," the villain said.
The hero's lower lip trembled. "P-please take it back."
The villain sighed. The hero felt the axe lift from their outstretched hands. They opened their eyes.
The villain was looking at them, a mix of understanding and impatience in their eyes. "If you're going to vomit, let's get it over with," they said, "but don't faint on me. You're no good to me unconscious."
They started to cry instead.
The villain let out an exasperated sigh and stooped to pick up their bag. "Cut that out, I don't have time for that." They hoisted their axe over their shoulder. "If you're not going to vomit, let's go."
"Why are you doing this?" the hero choked out.
The villain looked them up and down. They had already noticed the hero was small; it was why the villain chose to spare them. But there was more that the villain hadn't realized immediately... they looked frail. Shellshocked. And, frankly, too young for this kind of setting. They had a feeling the hero wasn't too loyal to their team's cause, or at least that's how the villain wanted them to feel. It would be easier to earn the hero's trust if their morals weren't in the way.
The villain blinked. Were they going soft?
"It's business," the villain said finally, furrowing their eyebrows, mildly irked at how protective they suddenly felt. "And it should be for you, too."
They grabbed the hero by the shirt collar and pulled them face to face, startling them. They'd be damned if they went soft on the hero already.
"Because I'm your best shot at getting out of here alive."
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in the dark
“You know? Hostage or not, sometimes it’s just nice to be held.”
The villain nearly jumped six feet in the air. They’d just flicked on the old light in the lair basement, not expecting to come face-to-face with their old nemesis. At least not on a Monday morning. Clearly their villainous co-conspirators had other plans and now deemed Monday mornings were for hostage-taking.
“Jesus Christ,” the villain swore, nearly dropping the boxes they’d been carrying.
“Nope, just me.”
The villain resisted the urge to roll their eyes.
Their golden little hero was indeed tied to a chair in the now-dimly lit basement. A gag lay discarded on the floor where the hero had evidently spit it out. The villain raked their gaze over the hero, taking in the scene. It really wasn’t fair how the hero still looked so golden after a, well, kidnapping. A bruise bloomed on their jaw and their eyes were a little too bright, as they usually were when faced with an obstacle. Or a fight.
“See something you like?” the hero drawled.
The villain rolled their eyes this time, setting down the boxes. “I came down for cleaning supplies. The lab’s a mess.”
“Hmm… I'd help but I haven’t had a chance to look around.”
The villain snorted.
The hero continued, prattling off while the villain gathered up Windex and Clorox. “I asked your coworkers for a tour of the rest of the building. Particularly those shiny labs you lot are always monologuing about.”
“Ah, and what did they say to that?”
“I think I was actually getting through to them this time! That is, until they sedated me.”
The villain shook their head in mock sympathy. “Tough crowd around here.”
“Evidently.” The hero leaned back in their restraints. “It wore off quickly though. Do you have the time, by any chance?”
The villain frowned. “What are you doing here, exactly?”
“…you took me as a hostage.”
The villain regretted asking the question as soon as the hero’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the realization that the villain was in the dark about this specific operation.
“You weren’t behind this, were you?” The hero asked. Though, it was less of a question and more of an easy deduction. Amateur on the part of the villain, to let that slip. They now fought the urge bury their head in their hands.
“I wasn’t behind this,” the villain confirmed.
The hero smiled gleefully. “I knew you had a soft spot for me-”
“That has nothing to do with-” the villain took a centering breath. “I wasn’t behind this, believe it or not.”
“I should have known. I mean, other than you screaming like a little girl, they didn’t even use the right dosage to keep me out. It’s honestly a blessing you came along when you did. At least you know how to properly drug me.”
The villain stilled, narrowed their eyes. “How long have you been awake?”
“The whole night, probably.” The hero caught themselves. “Not that it was a problem or anything-” They added quickly.
“You were here? In the dark?”
Anyone who knew the hero knew their… phobia for lack of a better term. Back at university, before the villain and the hero were ‘the villain’ and ‘the hero,’ the villain had deemed it nyctophobia. The Greek word for night, and well, phobia. Fear of the dark. They’d had to keep a night light on in their university dorm. The villain had teased them mercilessly for it, until they’d finally found out why.
“I was fine, really.” The hero assured them. “I can handle it.”
“Uh huh.”
What the villain had been taking for pure cockiness – joy derived from prattling off aimlessly in the direction of the villain – was actually... relief.
The hero cleared their throat, evidently wanting to move on as quickly as possible. “Do you happen to know why I’m here? Obviously, you didn’t know I was here, but now that you’ve found me. Are there any… plans? Or anything? Anything ring a bell?”
“I fear I’m in the dark as much as you.” As soon as the words left the villain’s mouth, the door to the basement slammed shut with a bang that caused the villain to jump another six feet into the air.
Then, the lights flickered. And went out.
“Shit.”
#heroes and villains#hero x villain#antagonist x protagonist#every now and then i come back and add to the hero villain canon#villains and heroes#though i fear this is not my best work#it's midnight#whatcha gonna do
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Prompt #183
“You’re smaller than I expected.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe you’re just abnormally tall.”
#hero x villain#villain x villain#prompt#protagonist x antagonist#this is actually so vague#it could be anything#writing prompt#dialogue prompt#writblr#writeblr#tol and smol
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Hey y’all! Here’s a little snippet of something that was rattling in my mind. Hope y’all like!
It can be complicated to make sense of family. Hero knew this. Hero had always known this. With how their life was growing up Hero doubted there were many who could understand this concept as well as they did.
But this was just ridiculous.
“The answer is still no,” Hero tried very hard to keep their voice level and calm.
“Seriously? I don’t understand what your problem is!”
The voice over the phone held the tone of one who had already decided they were right and there was no chance of changing.
“It’s not that I have a problem…which I don’t,” Hero ground out. “It’s that I just don’t feel like inviting him.”
“And why not?”
Hero resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of their nose. One, it was a bad habit which showed how frustrated they were; and two, it would loosen their mask. God, couldn’t their sibling have called earlier? Hero really didn’t feel like having this conversation on the roof of a bank at 11pm.
“I don’t need a reason. It’s my call and I don’t want him there. End of story.”
“No, not end of story! This is completely unfair! Why am I always the one trying to hold this family together? You think it’s easy being the responsible one when…”
Hero let the rant commence as they held the phone a few inches from their ear, Sibling gradually getting louder and more hurtful with each word. They looked up at the star bedazzled sky and tried to tune them out until they could jump back in again.
It’s not that Sibling was wrong, it’s just that Hero could only take being called absent and holier than thou so many times. It was the same speech every time a major event happened in Hero’s life. And at the end of every speech, Hero always caved and let Sibling invite the whole family…well not this time.
‘...and out of everyone, you of all people should take the high road on this…”
That did it.
“Me of all people? Why? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Dammit, I’m tired of being the one to take the high road! For once would it kill him to apologize? Or better yet, clean up his fucking act?!”
Sibling was making sputtering noises on the line when another voice joined Hero on the roof.
“Well, I must say I’ve never heard words like this before coming from our fair Hero.”
Hero froze, their sibling yelling into the receiver, and turned.
Villain stood, arms folded, looking incredibly smug.
“I’m going to have to call you back,” Hero said softly. They hung up before Sibling could protest.
Shit, they would hear about that later.
Villain sauntered closer, “Having a little domestic are we? I’ve never seen you that agitated before.”
Hero glared, “Coming to rob the bank?”
Villain chuckled.
“I was, but this is so much more interesting. Come on, what’s happening in the world of the Golden Hero?”
“None of your business,” Hero stood tall. “Now are you breaking the law or not? I have a long patrol tonight.”
“Oh yes, I heard you were taking the long shift tonight. Something about needing time off…wait…that couldn’t be what you were arguing about on the phone was it? Vacation plans gone wrong?”
Hero felt a vein popping in their forehead.
“Why must you alway insist on being a prick? And why do you know my shift schedule?”
Villain shrugged noncommittally, “I have people.”
They walked right into Hero’s space, doing their best to intimidate with their towering stature. Hero refused to move and met their gaze head on.
“You’ve never taken a break before.” Villain stated.
“Never needed to until now,” Hero responded as if Villain had asked a question.
Villain gave them a once over.
“What’s the need?”
God, was Villain always this infuriating?
“Like I said, none of your business. I’m sure you’ll survive a substitute hero for the next few weeks.”
Villain frowned, “Few weeks? That’s a lengthy time.”
Hero rolled their eyes and nodded. They weren’t falling for Villain’s way of fishing for information by not actually asking a question.
“A few weeks and a family member who’s not welcome…if I’m to interpret that phone call correctly. My, my, what do you have planned?” Villain finally took a few paces back to lean on the wall, “Can’t say I’m too thrilled. Other Hero’s are such tight-asses.”
“If you mean that I’m lenient then, yes, they’re not as nice as I am,” Hero smirked.
Villain outright laughed.
“I would describe you as many things Hero, but straight up nice has never been one of them. Seriously, why the vacation? Family reunion or something?”
If Hero’s Sibling had anything to say on the matter it would be.
“Not as such,” Hero relaxed their stance now that Villain was a few paces away. That and it seemed Villain was more in a talking mood tonight. It was rare that they just talked rather than taking on their usual ‘Hero vs Villain’ roles. Rare, but it had happened a handful of times over the course of the last four years. Whether this was professional or not, Hero chose not to think about.
Villain folded their arms in thought, “Birthday? No, yours is in March…A celebration for another medal from the Mayor? No, he’s out of town until next month…” Hero tried hard not to smile as Villain ticked each possibility off their fingers, “Oh I know! You’ve finally graduated high school!”
Now Hero did laugh. It was a running joke with them and Villain’s Henchman that Hero must be younger than they seemed due to their young sound voice. Of course there was no way to tell due to the mask, but Hero estimated they were about the same age as Villain. Something they were sure Villain had put together as well seeing as the Hero Agency didn’t employ anyone under the age of 21.
It didn’t stop the quips though.
“Afraid I did that long ago,” Hero supplied.
“Well then I’m at a loss,” Villain got up and leaned into Hero’s space once more. “Other than medical leave I can’t think of anything else. And I assume you wouldn’t be fighting about invitees if convalescence was your goal.”
“Guess you’ll just have to live with uncertainty,” Hero shrugged and turned to leave the roof. Before they could take a couple of steps a hand was on their arm.
“You really not going to tell?” Villain asked softly. “You seemed upset and not the kind of upset like when you're on the job.”
Hero felt their heart rate increase and their cheeks warm. Why did Villain have to go and ask like that? How could they go from the city’s terror to a caring person with humanity and feelings? Perhaps Hero could tell them…the event was happening down in the Bahamas anyway. Not like Villain could figure it out…
It would be nice to talk to someone not expecting anything from them.
“I have a celebration happening and I don’t want my father to be there…it’s caused rather a ruckus in my family.”
Villain’s hand remained on Hero’s arm. “Well, if it’s your celebration it’s your choice. I don’t see why anyone else should be involved.”
Hero laughed and patted their hand. “And you’ve just summarized the entire argument I’ve been having for the past month.”
Villain released their arm. “I’m smart like that.”
Hero nodded with a warm smile. They turned towards the fire escape.
“Seeing as how you don’t seem to be robbing the bank, I have places to be,” They turned so they were facing Villain while standing on the ladder. “Thanks Villain. I’ll see you in a few weeks if you manage to keep yourself alive.”
“Say that to your replacement hero.” Villain hesitated, “Hero?”
Hero popped their head up from their descent, “Yeah?”
“What is the celebration?”
Hero smiled softly at them.
“I’m getting married,” they whispered.
And then they were gone. Down the fire escape and into the night.
Villain stood stunned, not knowing why the words made their heart freeze and their eyes water.
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The pass itself was quick: enter the bar, spot the contact, slide into the booth, exchange the flash drive for an envelope of cash under the table.
The fallout was longer though.
"Don't open it here," the antagonist said out of the corner of their mouth. So of course the protagonist immediately ripped it open and started thumbing through the stack of bills in their lap.
The antagonist sighed and took a sip of their drink. They were drinking a wine spritzer. The protagonist had never seen them drink a wine spritzers. "You are such a child."
"Child who gets paid." Wasn't it convenient to have an excuse not to look the antagonist in the eye? "You taught me that."
"You're still mad?" the antagonist said incredulously, as if this indicated something deeply wrong with the protagonist. "I'd thought you'd have figured out by now this -" they gestured to the two of them "- wasn't personal."
The protagonist abruptly lost count. The bills crunched in their hands as their fists clenched. Gravity itself lurched - just like it had that day last spring where the antagonist had announced it was done and abruptly gone from lover to ex.
"Wasn't personal?" the protagonist said, trying to match the chill in their former partner's voice. No, not chill. Something worse. Indifference. "It felt pretty personal when you straight up shattered my heart after two years together."
"It was 18 months," the antagonist muttered into their drink, looking exhausted.
"21 months," the protagonist countered. "And three weeks, four days. You..."
Their voice failed. How could they say it? You were the center of my world. I thought I was the center of yours.
"Well, that's the other reason we're here," the antagonist said, rubbing at the bridge of their nose. "You've been looking for me. Looking into me. Stop."
"Why? Am I embarrassing you in front of all your cool friends?"
"No." The antagonist crossed their arms. "You're going to get yourself killed."
Something about the utterly detached way they said it killed the protagonist's snark in their throat. The antagonist's gaze flicked across their face and they gave a small nod. "My clients don't like loose ends or complications. I've had to put out fires on you twice. Pass you off as some crazy ex."
"I am your crazy ex," the protagonist snapped back. "Crazy for thinking something was wrong, that you might be in trouble when your whole personality shifted overnight. And not in, like, a professional shift, like when you're working a mark-"
"No," the antagonist said with another sigh. "It was exactly in a professional way."
The protagonist blinked. "What the hell does that mean?"
The antagonist stretched their hands out, forearms on the sticky bar tabletop. The protagonist didnt even have time to think before their own hands dropped the cash, snaked their way into their lover's grasp. "Honey," the antagonist said, staring deep into the protagonist's eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that you were the mark."
The protagonist stared. "What?"
They tried to pull back. The antagonist's grip on their wrists tightened. Their face smoothed back into the protective, devoted partner. But the eyes, the eyes were so empty. "It wasn't personal because you were a job," the antagonist said in awful imitation of their past self. Their kind self. Their... fake self?
"No." The protagonist yanked harder. "No! Bullshit. You didn't take anything from me!"
"No? I took you. You for... what was it? 21 months, three weeks?" The antagonist's lips curved. They traced their thumbnail across the delicate skin of the protagonist's inner wrist. "You really are incredible at what you do. A one of a kind skill set."
"No!" They were loud enough a few heads turned. They were smart enough now to clock the heads that didn't. The waitress. The bruiser at the bar. The couple at the next booth over. "We were partners!"
"On jobs I picked, where you never met the other team members?" The antagonist let go. "I secured exclusive use of your services, and I kept you off the board from any other players. Then the job ended. I cut you loose. Now you know. Is that enough closure for you to let this go?"
They asked like it was so reasonable. The antagonist had always had a way of making anything sound reasonable, sensible, the inevitable course of action. The protagonist stared at their own hands still lying on the table and tried to think.
"Why are you telling me this?" they asked.
"I told you my clients don't like loose ends-"
"Neither do you." The protagonist leaned back themselves. "Why are you warning me?"
"God, [protagonist], I'm not a killer. I don't want you dead." The antagonist shifted, hand drifting down to their pocket. "Bad for business, leaving bodies in the wake."
"You did leave a body in your wake," the protagonist said quietly.
"No." The antagonist gathered up their sunglasses, their jacket. "I left a broken heart. People recover from those everyday. You will not recover from what my clients will do if they decide you're a threat."
They stood and - to the protagonist's shock - bent to brush a kiss against their hair. The protagonist flinched.
"For what it's worth," their former partner murmured, "I had fun. Hope you did too."
And once again, they were gone, leaving the protagonist to pick up the pieces and the bill.
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Prompt #224
“You- you helped me.”
“Must have forgotten I was the villain. Don’t start gaining any expectations of me; this is a one-time thing.”
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The villain stopped, attention zeroing in on the blood on the protagonist's lip. The very air, the clouds, the universe seemed to stop moving.
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Give me a name or I'll take it out on all of them."
The protagonist's jaw clenched. Their hand rose, smearing the blood away.
The villain was at their side in an instant.
If it was only pleasure at the excuse to cause pain - which it was - then maybe it would have been easy. But it wasn't just that. It was never just that.
"If I tell you, you have to promise me not to hurt them."
The villain cocked their head and raised an eyebrow. Chiding, but gentle enough. They both knew that wasn't a compromise the villain would make, just as they both knew the protagonist would not tolerate mindless sadism.
"Fine," the protagonist said, "you have to promise not to hurt them for more than -" they floundered - "ten seconds."
"Deal." It was too quick, too easy, and beneath the churning guilt the protagonist's heart swelled for such fierce protection.
They swallowed.
"Who?" the villain asked, again, soft.
They gave the name.
The villain, it turned out, could make ten seconds count for an awful lot.
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can you do one where the protagonist gets overstimulated and the villain helps them deal with it? if you're still taking asks that is. I love your work so much and have missed seeing you! thanks!
They took a deep breath. “It’s called overstimulation. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”
“From the noise?”
It was mostly the noise. Protagonist gestured around them. “From everything. I feel like that should be obvious.”
Stupid, stupid. Way to antagonize the guy with the gun,
Villain paused, considering. “Do you have earplugs?”
Uh oh. Red alert. Not good. Not good.
“I forgot them today,” Protagonist said, trying to focus on not snapping or biting or hitting their head on the ground. “Bad luck.”
“I have extras,” Villain said smoothly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pair that looked just like theirs,
“That’s- that’s-” oh, screw it- “That’s a bad idea, for me,” they said.
Villain quirked an eyebrow. Shockingly, he looked genuine. “Why?”
“I won’t be much of a conversationalist if I put those in,” they said, trying very hard for a wry smile. It didn’t feel natural. This keyed up, nothing felt ‘natural’. It was never this bad.
“You can still hear me.”
“Yes, but- well-”
“It’ll be easier to keep up a conversation if you’re not resisting the urge to kill me,” Villain said. “As fun as it is to watch.”
Protagonist clenched their jaw. Their ears were ringing and their head hurt and there were pebbles on the ground under their hands. “If I,” they started, rubbing their hands against the fabric of their pants, “If I put those in, it’ll stop the noise and I’ll- crash. No more conversing for me.”
“Crash. Explain.”
“I’ll. I won’t be here anymore.”
“You’ll freeze?”
“No, no, I’ll just be- mindless.” They cringed at the last word. This was a terrible idea and they couldn’t stop themself from spilling everything. “I can’t think, or talk or- or do anything but listen and do, if I can understand what I’m hearing. It’s rote.”
“So you’re saying,” Villain said slowly, “that if you put these on right now, you’ll quit talking back?”
Protagonist reached up to pull at a strand of their hair. Anything to focus on other than that voice. “Yes,” they managed eventually, not even worrying about the safety of lying. “But-” there was something they needed to say that was important, something to stop Villain, and even though they could see the shape of it in their head and feel the words in their mouth nothing came out. They squeezed their hand into a fist, nails biting crescents into the palm of their hand. “I thought you liked having someone to entertain you.”
“Don’t worry about me right now,” Villain said. “Put them in.”
They stared at the ground.
Villain caught their chin- skin on their skin, hot and they could feel it and it needed to stop- and pulled them into eye contact. “Put them in.”
They couldn’t think. Why were the lights so loud? And Villain’s eyes… relentless.
I’m gonna crash anyway. May as well control it.
Protagonist took the plugs gingerly, trying not to touch Villain’s hand. Tilting their head from one side to the other, they put one earplug in and then the other, settling them.
Their tension didn’t fade immediately, but it stopped growing. The noises and the lights and the feelings stalled in their mind, and settled. Everything paused, and went sluggish.
Villain was still staring at them, but they didn’t feel like parsing out the expression on their face. Or really even looking at them.
“You can hear me?” Villain said.
They didn’t say anything. It didn’t really matter. Villain said not to worry…
“Stand up,” Villain said.
Still staring into space, Protagonist stood up. The movements were slow and jerking, like they were pulling their body upright with marionette strings.
I made a… mistake. Mistake. Shouldn’t have done that. Mistake- they tried to grasp onto the thought, pull it back and figure out a solution, but it slipped away. What?
I want to sleep.
Villain was saying something. With some effort, Protagonist dragged their eyes up to Villain’s shoulders. They weren’t doing faces right now.
“-did warn me- you’re totally out of it, aren’t you? Like a lightbulb.”
They wanted. They wanted something. They opened their mouth- and didn’t say anything.
Hands steadied their shoulders, and Protagonist leaned into the warmth. It felt so good. They wanted more.
Something inside their chest reared up, pressing danger into their nerves. They shivered, and the arms wrapped around them, holding them against something warm and solid. A chest. It rumbled with laughter.
“...do this more often,” the voice said, muffled and distant.
They shook their head, squeezing their eyes shut. What were they so worried about before?
Something lifted up their legs, then they were being cradled against that warmth. What were they afraid of? They could just go to sleep…
Danger, something whispered. Protagonist didn’t pay it any attention. They were already half asleep, cradled in the Villain’s arms.
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Obsessed with this disaster couple, they make me So So mentally Unwell
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