100 Follower Special!
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TW: minor violence, bruises mention
Villain knows this. They've spent the past few weeks studying every detail of Hero's base meticulously. This was why Supervillain had chosen them for this mission. Because they didn't get distracted easily and they kept their full focus on their task.
Sneaking inside admittedly wasn't easy. Villain had spent hours racking their brain for answers as they typed away on their keyboard, trying to hack into the system. And after many sleepless nights and one too many large mugs of coffee, they'd finally gotten through Hero's security.
The positions of every door, every hidden door's placement, every secret passageway, and even where all the cameras were (they'd managed to disable them) were all etched into their memory.
They almost glide around with such ease, they might as well have owned the place. But their outwardly calm and collected demeanour was a somewhat fragile façade. Hero may have kept up a friendly persona and thrown quite a bit of banter their way, but they were dangerous in their own right, with deadly control over their power. The scattered bruises lining the villain's body are a testament to that.
They weren't sure they'd like to imagine what Hero would do if they caught them sneaking around in their own house.
But they're Villain, for God's sake. They'd fought and won against people much worse than Hero. Yet they'd never been even half this nervous.
Steeling themselves, they take a deep breath as they try to push all the negative thoughts out of their head. They place their ear to the door, listening for any noises, and the action brings a comfortable sense of familiarity to them from the number of times they'd done it. Hearing no sound, their hands work as swift as machinery, taking the lockpick out of their suit's pocket and working on the lock.
They finally manage to get it open, the door leading into their nemesis's living room. What kind of psychopath locks their living room's door? But the criminal didn't find that a surprise. Carefully lifting the dark green plush rug off the floor, they manage to loosen the fake floorboard underneath, leading to the trapdoor. Another detail they'd discovered spying on Hero through their computer.
Lifting the door, Villain wills the air in the room to return the floorboard and the carpet back to their place as the door shuts. They smirk to themselves at how smoothly their power works as they carefully make their way down the long staircase.
When they finally reach the end of the staircase, they are almost giddy with excitement. One that you could never read off their somber face. The same rush of blood and adrenaline pulsing through them as their first heist.
Walking carefully around Hero's base and resisting the temptation to explore the sleek, well-equipped place, they quickly find exactly what they were here for. The flash drive in the shiny glass case, more precious to Villain than any treasure. It may have looked so easy to get a hold of, but simplicity was impossible with Hero. There was a sick, twisted puzzle only a psychopath or a bitter STEM major could dream up that they had to solve first.
Their heartbeat quickly grows erratic, and their hands shake as they go through the bloody puzzle. Their eyes light up with glee as the glass case unlocks, and they reach inside, fingers almost closing around their prize.
Almost.
"Well done," a silky voice croons. It sounds proud rather than annoyed.
The crime-fighter stands there, leaning against the wall, arms folded over their chest with an amused glint in their eyes. They were dressed in a dark, satin robe thrown carelessly over their figure and tied at the waist, not even bothering with a mask. They regard Villain the same way one regards a child who'd been caught sneaking yet another cookie.
They chuckle lightly. "Ya know, if you wanted an invitation, you could've just asked. I believe I gave you my number last time we fought, hm?"
"Hilarious," they counter, whipping around and making a run for it, flash drive in hand. They try to send a blast of air towards their enemy, except there was barely any air in this damned basement. So all their attempts served was to send a pathetic, little breeze towards Hero.
As though they needed any further humiliation.
It barely takes a moment for the crime-stopper to confiscate the flash drive, twisting the villain's arm somewhat painfully and shoving them into the wall, and they toss the drive back into the case. It locks automatically.
Villain does not appreciate their current position at all. Pinned against the wall, a horribly overused cliché, leaving them mortified, if the look on their face is any indication. Said face is now flushed a bold red, their normally sharp tongue now rendered useless.
Worst of all is Hero's smug, lopsided smirk and the way that they look at Villain in general, with their prying eyes, their gaze sparkling with curiosity. It made them feel like a specimen being examined.
"Shh, it's no use struggling, darling," Hero purrs somewhat soothingly. And their words hold truth because Hero's super strength doesn't falter, and Villain's squirming serves little to no purpose but to embarrass them, and apparently entertain their nemesis.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" they all but squeak.
The crime-fighter laughs, and they feel their heartbeat quicken to impossible degrees, not just out of fear, but out of something far more dangerous. . .
"Relax, I won't hurt you. I'd hate to mess up the oh-so-beautiful artwork, hm?" they murmur
Heat spreads through Villain's body like wildfire. Their words catch in their throat, and their breathing becomes shallower. They'd kept it all professional when responding to Hero's flirtations, being dedicated to their job meant adhering to the concept that they were strictly enemies. But then why are they an incoherent mess of emotions right now?
Hero's honey-sweet tone, the blinding grin flashed on perfect white teeth against dark tan skin, and the flowery scent of their fragrance don't sit well with the criminal. But nothing compares to the way they fix their gaze on Villain, as though they were someone to be admired, someone alluring, more than just a weapon. And, it's not like their life had been devoid of romance, but no one had ever looked at them with the same awe-filled fiery passion like Hero did.
"What do you want?" they breathe out. An honest question.
"Right now at least, I want to invite you to have breakfast here with me, it bring pretty early in the morning. It'll be fun, sweetheart," They run the fingers of their free hand along their nemesis's jaw, a feather-light caress.
Whatever the hell Villain was feeling had just intensified to impossible degrees. They are intoxicated with the almost magnetic charm that made it difficult impossible to think straight. And they didn't want it to end.
"Fine," they answer, trying to keep the shakiness out of their words, which come out at a higher pitch than they intend. Damn you, Hero.
Their enemy's whole face lights up, and they flash them a huge grin. Not one of their seductive, lopsided smirks. But a big smile full of utter joy.
That's adorable. Am I growing soft?
"Sure, but I just have one more request."
"Enlighten me."
They trace the shape of their mask in the air. Well, if they're going to have breakfast with this hero, in an outright romantic setting, then the usage of the mask didn't seem to make much sense.
Hero lifts their arm off, and Villain had half a mind to run off and get a hold of the drive. But one look into those gorgeous sea-green eyes, and all their plans were swiftly discarded and shredded to smithereens.
They peel the mask off, heartbeat now erratic.
"Y-you're absolutely breathtaking in every sense of the word, Villain," Hero coos, snaking an arm around Villain's waist and pulling them close against their side.
"You're not so bad yourself, hotshot," they laugh, pleased to finally have anything on the hero.
This was foolish, risky, and it broke every single goddamn rule in Villain's book. But never in their life had something ever felt so right.
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It's been a long day for you. The exhaustions caused by RAD and the brothers' regular ruckus were starting to add up again. Still, falling asleep at night was just as much as a struggle as staying awake during the day. Usually when you couldn't sleep, you would toss and turn the whole night. You'd keep cycling between already seen youtube video's with hopes that this next one will finally be the one to turn of your mind. All in vain.
Belphie had began to notice your restlessness earlier than the others. He always subconsciously held an eye on the health of the people he cared about. So, on the third day of your ever increasing energy deficit, before any of his brothers even suspected a thing, he pulled you into his room, and onto his bed.
'We are sleeping. Right now.' Determination was a strange look on him, who so often lacked any expression at all. But it for sure wasn't a bad one.
Before you could even get a word in (not that you were in opposition of his idea, you were more surprised by his insistence if anything), he had already wrapped his arms around your waist and forced the two of you on your sides.
Belphegor was already struggling to keep his eyes open. The vertical positioning on his warm, cozy & familiar bed, now with the added warmth of his favorite person next to him, weren't helping. Still, he didn't want to fare of to dreamland before he was sure you would aswell.
Not wanting to use his sleep magic on you, fearing his small & fragile human wouldn't ever wake up again, he employed his one other sleepy-time tactic. (He of course knew you were neither small nor fragile, and that using the magic would be entirely fine. But magic could never beat good ol' quality time & touch)
He had learned it from his sister. Small little touches, lightly tracing the same path on your partners back, could work just as well as magic. Something about the connection it made would calm the person you're caressing and send them softly to sleep. So, without saying a word, both of his hands reached for your upper back.
You didn't say anything either. You wouldn't dare. You know you deserved this, and felt its effects coming into action already. Although you wouldn't mind Belphie doing this to you for hours, maybe there'd be a better time for that. You wanted sleep, and apparently someone lovingly tracing the little hearts on your back, over and over and over and over again, was all you needed. You weren't even awake enough anymore to register Belphie's soft whispers of adoration. You'd have to ask him to say them again some other day. Now was time to give in.
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Prompt No. 35
Hero lazily plopped down onto their sofa face first. Their shoes were messily left by the doorway, they were just as lazy to open the lights of their apartment.
Today was beyond boring. Crime rates were surprisingly low, aside from the occasional pickpocketing, there wasn't much to do for a hero to be called to the scene. They were just stuck in the office doing paperwork for the entire day and they spent most of that time sleeping on their desk.
Hero groaned with a small pout decorating their face. Normally it's a cause for concern whenever criminals suddenly became quiet but somehow, they never felt any dread from today.
It was all so peaceful.
It was nice though...
Hero let out a loud sigh as they sat up. It was only then did they notice their bedroom. They were certain the door was closed when they left earlier today, in fact, the lights shouldn't have been on as well.
Their guard was up while they stood, taking cautious steps towards their bedroom and leaning their back on the wall just beside the door. Hero slightly poked their head to peek inside only to flinch back when their vision was block by a familiar face.
It was Villain.
"Look who's here." The criminal wore their signature smirk.
The do-gooder frowned, "What are you doing here? How did you even find this place?"
Villain's smirk was replaced with a wide grin, "We're next door neighbours."
"WHAT?!"
"Anyway!" Villain loudly clapped their hands before grabbing Hero's wrist, "Come in! Come in!"
"Wait! I have so many questions!" Despite their protests, Hero was pulled inside the room.
Their sight was greeted by several colourful balloons with strings tied on it, a banner that reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' was hung on the wall by the bed, a small table was placed at the center of the room with beautifully decorated cake, it was their favourite flavor.
Sidekick and Right Hand stood side by side together as they pulled the string of party poppers, confetti flew around everywhere.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERO!" The two chorused while Villain clapped and cheered.
The do-gooder stood with mouth agape and eyes wide.
Right, it's my birthday today...
Sidekick let out a soft chuckle, "You're always so forgetful of your own birthday, Hero!"
"Well, I'm mostly busy--"
"Aha!" Villain placed their hands on their hips, "You can't use that excuse today!"
"Was it your doing that the city was so peaceful?" Hero raised an eyebrow at them.
"You better be grateful for it! It's a special gift that can only happen once a year!" Villain dramatically sighed, "It was so hard to get all those no good people to behave, yaknow!"
"You're one of those no good people!"
"But I!" Villain proudly puffed up their chest as they placed a hand to it in a dramatic manner, "Easily behaved!"
Right Hand leaned towards Hero's ear, "I had to keep encouraging them by the way..."
"Hey! I heard that!"
Hero snickered, though it slowly turned into genuine laughter. The three merely stood and stared.
"Thanks, you guys!"
This is... the best birthday I ever had.
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