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sseniita · 24 hours

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hi I really like the dumb blonde story! Will you write more of it? If not that's okay!

hsjdh

(also can you tag me if you do so I can see it?)

@wacko-weirdo sorry it took like a million years,,,, i had no idea what to write LOL , this one is for u my liege

i pledge allegiance to dumb blondes (2!)

part 1!

The villain didn’t know why he thought this would be easy. The hero was loud and attracted a lot of attention, not only to themself but to the villain as well. They would insist on keeping the other soldiers occupied with card games and nightcaps that kept them dizzy till morning which resulted in ten extra laps around the base during morning drills.

They complained about broken nails, needed 15 minutes to do their hair, insisted on a private bathroom and argued with authoritative figures, but worst of all, they seemed to take a liking to the villain. They had gotten comfortable far too quickly. Though they never had the pleasure of fighting each other on the field, the sparring practice late at night behind the cafeteria proved the villain was missing out. The hero wasn’t good to any extent- but they were fun.

To say the villain liked them was an overstatement. Perhaps saying the hero liked the villain was too. The villain could barely stomach when they showed up to breakfast practically shirtless, when they laughed at half-assed jokes, and returned lazy and suggestive compliments. But the villain liked them on the ground. Panting, bloody, covered in bruises and dirt. He liked it when they bounced back in a pathetic attempt to bring the villain down. He liked the way they’d try stalling by flirting, it was different when they did it with the villain as compared to the soldiers- it was malicious with intent.

“That was terrible.” The hero was on the ground, staining the cuff of their sleeve by cleaning the blood off their face. “Get up,” he demanded.

The villain grabbed them by the collar of their jumpsuit. The hero only chuckled.

“Ok. Ok. I’m up.” They rasped.

“It’s been a month. You haven’t gotten any better. You’re wasting my time, hero.” The hero grabbed the villain’s wrist that was still gripping tightly to their collar.

“Maybe I don’t wanna get better. Maybe I like the way you hit me.”

Despite himself, the villain was amused. The hero was anything but heroic. They'd make a terrible captain.

“You’re insane. I can’t wait to kill you.” The hero smiled at that- like it was the first real compliment they received since they arrived at the base. They got their footing and the villain let go. The hero feigned disappointment.

“There goes my plan to continue your rehabilitation,” they sighed "why continue training me then?"

“It’s more so for myself. It’d be boring if you died so quickly.” he turned to his jacket he’d disregarded when the fight was getting stuffy. "Besides, it's not like you're learning much of anything."

“I should kill you.”

The villain clicked their tongue. “Now, now. Heroes don’t kill, sweetheart.” Before he could reach for his jacket, a force threw him down. The villain had almost forgotten the feeling of panic-fueled adrenaline, like a shock through his body.

In less than the second the villain took to realize what was going on, the hero was straddling his hips and sending two punches (one for good measure) right to his jaw. The villain spit out blood and stopped struggling against their tight hold.

The fact that the hero of all people had managed to overpower the villain was a cold realization that sent shivers up the his spine; (that could have also been thanks to the hero's muscular thighs around them- but who's to say) they were getting sloppy. The villain was at ease where he should definitely not have been.

Having the hero as his pawn in the game was as sobering of a thought as having the hero being the only pawn in the game, his plan, his magnum opus.

The hero could very easily destroy the villain's plan and make him start from zero, but if he played his cards right- they were also the key to his victory. Ironically, it wasn't much better on the hero's side: the hero needed the villain for their own reasons. Both extremely vital, but useless, if not fatal, if uncooperative. The villain knew the hero knew this. This is to say who is in control here?

After hero caught their breath, their hands landed on the villain's chest, applying enough pressure to be considered a warning.

“I win.” They smiled. “I may not be strong, but if I’m good at something it’s looking for an opening.” their lips curled into something knowing, something taunting. "Opportunities come in all shapes and sizes." They patted the villain's chest, almost amicably.

“I noticed, all with how natural it is for you to get on top of someone."

"Thanks." they sneered. No venom.

They leaned down, their lips dangerously close to the shell of his ear.

“I know what your plan is. Trust me I won’t make it easy.” The villain only listened, coming to the exciting realization he was the hero's only pawn as well; no one was in control. And they had entered a complex mutually dependent situation. Perhaps the first for both of them. How romantic.

The villain turned his head, lips touching the hero's cheek as they whispered.

"Perhaps I’ll underestimate you when the time comes. But for now, you’re nothing more than a teenager whose daddy didn’t let play with the big kids.”

“Ohh, it’s going to be so much fun bringing you down”

“Oh, the most fun. But we have things to do before then, don’t we?”

The hero pulled their face up to stare at the villain. Neither one of them looked away as they glared daggers. The hero finally chuckled, breathlessly.

“You know what the other soldiers say about us?” The hero whispered, the electric tension immediately disappearing. They seemed to be good at that.

“Can you blame them? A popular hero and reformed villain sneak away in the middle of the night for hours.” The villain explained. “Bound to raise some eyebrows.”

“Imagine the drama when we become best of friends at Hero HQ, only for a heartbreaking betrayal.”

“You’ve always been a spectacle, Hero.” The hero finally got off the villain, lending a hand the villain accepted and didn’t let go of once they were both standing. “You seem ok. But something tells me you’re so much worse.”

“You’re a bad influence. And a wretched teacher.”

“Unfixable, some would say.”

“Clearly.”

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #original fiction #hero and villain #this isn't worth the wait LOL #i hate these guys #boooo #tomato tomato

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sseniita · 8 days

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"what if you regret it when you're older?"

“Ok go.” Although the rough hand on her right shoulder kept her grounded, the tattoo gun vibrating dangerously close to the left side of her collarbone sent a shock through her system. The slightest prick was more than enough to sober her up immediately. “Wait. Wait! No!” The hero squirmed away, losing her balance and promptly falling off the kitchen barstool and onto the cold tiled floor.

“Coward.” The villain started down at her. The gloved hands that had hurt her so many times, gripping onto a tattoo gun. “Get your ass back up and on the chair.”

The hero could taste the bile rising in her mouth. Her excessive drinking paired with being inside the villain’s house was not a good combo. Add to that her tiny tank top she unveiled to give the villain access to her desired area of her very first tattoo. The villain drank as much as the hero did, but his steady hands suggested he was stable. Definitely not sober considering he invited her into his apartment and situated her in his kitchen, regardless he remained stoic if a little determined as he helped her back onto the stool.

“You said you liked the mock up. What now?” The villain’s voice was harsh as it always was, but perhaps the buzz of a few too many softened it into something the hero shivered at. Perhaps the hero really did drink too much. She took another look at the sketch book on the kitchen island, crowded between masterful doodles and absentminded pen strokes, was a clean lined and minimalist illustration of a sun. The hero had totally lost her mind.

“You said it’ll hurt.” the hero confessed.

“Getting a tattoo close to your collarbone probably doesn’t compare to being stabbed.” He traced a finger down a thin scar on her bare bicep. His hand lingered there like it did when he plunged the knife in oh so long ago. The stab back then was slow and deliberate, just like his touch was now. “I promise you can handle it, Sunshine.”

The hero burned red at the familiar nickname, a reminder and confession about the meaning behind her tattoo. They had coincidently been at the same bar, alone at that, and the villain hadn't mentioned it, but the way the edge of his lips quirked up at the bar when the hero brought the idea up meant he knew. He immediately seduced the hero by saying he dabbled in tattoos and had a kit at home. Extremely sketchy, but the hero had drank enough courage and recognized this would be her only chance.

“Why am I doing this?” she asked herself but the villain responded.

“Because you’ve never done a stupid thing in your life.”

“I got drunk and followed my greatest enemy home, that sounds worse than this.”

“In that case this should be nothing.” The tattoo gun started buzzing again. “Stand still.”

And the hero did. She definitely wasn’t drunk, if anyone ever asked she’ll say she blacked out and woke up in a tattoo shop. The villain’s gloved hands were cold on her collarbones, a shiver made its way through her body when the villain leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

“This'll hurt. Just hang on, Sunshine.”

The hero closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. The pain came sharp, and the villain found the hem of his shirt being gripped in the hero’s hands. He chuckled at her display and made sure to finish as soon as possible. When he finally stepped away the hero’s face was red and her eyes wide with excitement. It was a simple tattoo, a variation of which he'd done a million times but the villain had never been as proud and blown away by his work on someone before. They both looked at her tattoo through the bathroom mirror for a very long while, the hero relished in the sting, the villain taking in the view.

Years later, when the hero finally got back at the villain for the scar he left on her with a knife, she noticed a small crescent moon tattooed on his own left collarbone, right above where her knife plunged into him.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #original fiction #writing #enemies to lovers #to enemies againhahah #angst #missed yall #not proofread!!! sorry #i actually have no tattoos LMAO #like i want one but also i dont want one ykno

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sseniita · 21 days

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Prompt (307)

“Ooh, I like your haircut,” the villain said as they slammed the hero into the wall.

“Thanks,” the hero said, head butting the villain and sending them crashing to the ground. “Your new shoes look nice.”

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sseniita · 25 days

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hello!! just found you blog thing so good btw! and was wondering if you would do something where the hero lost there glasses in the middle of the fight maybe or in there room and the villainfinds them like that? idk you choose also such good work like seriously mwah chefs kiss!!

as a glasses user i appreciate the ask more than i should,,, mwah i hope u like it

The villain’s heart dropped at the crack beneath their boot, freezing instantly. The hero’s head whipped towards the origin of the sound.

“What. Was. That.” The hero asked, less of a question, more of a threat.

“Oh dear, I must have stepped on an egg shell.” the villain responded, aching to make their voice light. The hero was on the other side of the room on their hands and knees searching for the very thing the villain was trying to kick beneath a pile of boxes. The villain wished they were blind so it’s be easier to not stare at the hero in such a vulnerable position. The hero slowly rose and took cautious steps towards the villain.

“Were those my glasses, Villain?” They asked calmly. Too calmly. There was silence for a beat until the villain responded.

“They were technically goggles.”

“Villain!” The villain knew the hero was blind as a bat, they preferred to wear goggles with prescription due to fear their glasses might break. Villain was screwed. “What- Why!?” the hero screamed.

“It wasn’t on purpose! I’m sorry!”

“Stop kicking them away!”

“Okay, okay.” He said placating. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“We both know you’re broke! More so than my glasses, more so than me!” The last words were laced with venom.

“I’ll steal some!”

“They were custom!” The hero got very close to the villain, if only to stare them in the eyes without seeing only a blur of their black hair. “I can’t get another pair!”

“I’ll fix them!” blurted the villain, focused on the radiant green eyes ever so rarely displayed.

The hero opened their mouth to yell but closed it when they realised this was their only way to not having to arrive at battles with thick -3.45 prescriptions. Those wouldn’t last a day.

“Can you?”

“I’m an engineer.”

“Not in practice.”

“I built a robot.” the villain reminded them.

“Oh ya, the very same robot that hit me so hard I lost my glasses.” The villain laughed, bending down to pick up the scraps. “Careful not to cut yourself on the glass” warned the hero, looking vaguely in the direction of where they assumed their glasses laid in ruins.

The villain smiled at the concern. “Least I could do is fix your glasses with blood, sweat and tears.”

“Please don’t.”

The villain looped an arm around hero’s and guided them towards their workshop.

“But we’re not done fighting!” The hero protested.

“You’re blind, my friend. It makes it too easy on me.”

“I bet I can beat you with my eyes closed.”

“That’s precisely why I need to fix these glasses- no way in hell am I letting you prove that.”

#hero x villain #villain x hero #original fiction #writing #asks #mwah #sorry its so short sjsdhjs

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sseniita · 29 days

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i'ma leave the window ooooopeeen

It was dark, stormy, and the villain was still an hour away from home. Her car had broken down (the police chase was its final straw), her phone was dead (it was run over during said police chase), and the rain was mercilessly pounding against her thin jacket. Coincidently, she had found her way to the alleyway of the Hero’s apartment. She wasn’t supposed to know where the hero lived, but after one day she surprisingly appeared in her apartment and stole her food and stayed the night (she definitely shouldn’t be thinking about that night) she rationalised that it was only fair that the hero let her crash on her couch for a night. Despite her better judgement, she climbed on the fire escape and made her way up.

The hero didn’t lock her windows, she was practically begging the villain to raid her fridge. The villain made her way in through the small window, slipping off her shoes being careful not to track in mud on the couches under the bay window. This was to no avail, once she was finally standing in the apartment she was dripping wet onto the hardwood floors. She took in the dark apartment, cosy. She was sure that in the daylight it followed a pleasant palette of pastel pinks, blues, and greens, but the only lighting was the occasional lightning that burst outside, allowing only for speculation of the hero’s taste in home decor. She did however, make out the crocheted plushies and framed watercolour paintings scattered throughout. It was a small apartment, the one main room cramping the kitchen, dining, and living room all in one. A quick glance to a door left ajar confirmed the hero must be sleeping soundly. Her cautious steps made their way to the fridge, hoping to find leftovers she could eat cold. Before even opening the fridge she felt a blunt pain to the side of his skull, a force with enough strength to toss her onto the checkered flooring of the tiny kitchen.

“Who are you! How did you- oh. Ith’s you.” The hero stood above the villain, bat in hand, wearing a tiny tank top and even tinier night shorts. Good lord. The villain’s hand quickly came to the side of her head to feel for any bleeding or swelling.

“What the hell?” She screamed. The hero turned on a light, revealing her messy bun and retainer smile.

“I’m thorry, I thought you were an inthruder” The villain brought herself up, supported by the countertop. The hero had put down their weapon and seemed unconcerned at her own indecent appearance.

“In your defence, I am an inthruder.” She said, way to smug for someone who couldn’t stand up without the floors moving. The hero rolled her eyes at the jest at her lisp, without shame, she spit out her retainers, returning to her room to put them in their little case.

“What are you doing here?” She said on the way, “How do you know where I live?”

“Same way you knew where I lived.”

“By being an obsessed stalker?” She yelled from her bedroom. The villain finally opened the hero's fridge, finding nothing but a few apples, a loaf of bread, and three heads of cauliflower.

What is wrong with this woman?

“Yup. You got any actual food?”

“Nope. Get away from my cauliflower!” The hero threw a towel on the villain, a towel she considered an invitation to stay.

“You stink.” she sneered.

“Running around this city’s alleyways on a rainy night will do that to ya.” She winked.

“Ya well, take a shower or something.” She yawned.

“Sounds heavenly, care to join me?”

“You wish, Beautiful”

The villain made their way, oddly excited to find out what shampoo the hero used to make her hair always smell so good.

Cotton Candy Raspberry Explosion. Got it. She thought as she stepped into the shower.

The hero seemed to yawn the tiredness away, once the villain was finished with her shower she found the hero watching mindless late night tv on her extremely plush couch. The hero cradled a pillow close to her chest, the mess on the floor cleaned and a plate of grilled cheese still warm on the coffee table. She didn’t seem to notice when the villain appeared in the bathroom doorway with nothing but a towel covering her.

“Uh, you wouldn't happen to have some ex-boyfriend’s stolen clothes around, would you?”

The hero’s vision quickly moved from the tv to the villain’s arms. The villain's body had been laden with scars throughout the years, causing an annoying insecurity within the villain when on display, but something about the hero’s stare made her ego rise dangerously high.

“You look fine like that” she smirked.

“I don’t doubt it, but it’s a bit chilly.”

“I can give you a blanket?”

“Clothes. Please.”

The hero laughed, as she stood from the couch, motioning the villain over to her bedroom. Being naked in the hero’s bedroom with only a tiny pink towel that had ‘beach babe’ written on it was a humbling experience for the villain. As the hero rummaged in her closet the villain found herself hoping she didn’t actually take out some ex boyfriend’s ivy league sweater for her to wear. Instead she pulled out a huge snuggie, which she initially thought to be a comforter.

“You’re kidding.”

“Really? Cause it’s pink?”

“That’s not the problem here.”

“Well I have nothing else for you! You’re huge-”

“Sure am.” She interjected.

“-and unless you wanna wait around naked for an hour while your clothes dry, this is the only option.” The hero threw the snuggie at the villain and she almost caught it before realising that would require both hands, one of which wasn’t available for it was busy gripping the towel for dear life. The towel was so damn tiny it couldn’t even wrap around her completely. She let the snuggie fall to her feet and admitted defeat.

“A little privacy?”

“You, alone in my bedroom? No way. Use the bathroom.”

The villain used tiny kicks to get the snuggie into the bathroom all while the hero’s laughs mocked her from behind.

The hero was lucky her grilled cheese tasted so good; so there she was: pink snuggie, pink towel on her head, eating a grilled cheese and watching family feud reruns with her arch nemesis at 2 in the morning. She was half hoping the hero to offer to cut her cuticles.

“So what are you doing here, anyways?”

“Police chase.” She said through bites. “Phone died. Awful storm. And you just happened to be close by. Thought I could crash on your couch tonight.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been trying to arrest you for four years.”

“Well, I’m taking the grilled cheese as a truce.”

The tv continued for a while as the both women got comfy, the villain had long lost any tiredness, but the snuggie was proving comfortable to the hero at her side. It was 3 AM when the hero’s head had finally fallen onto the villain’s shoulder. It was 15 after when she started snoring. The villain had to remind herself how much of a pain in the neck the hero was to resist pulling back some hairs from her cheeks. They had gotten too comfortable. To buddy-buddy the villain's superior had said. The villain vowed to never fraternize again after they went a tad bit too far once. But god was it good to look back.

They had both anticipated awkwardness or total avoidance but it seemed neither of them wanted it. Opting to ignore the fateful encounter and pretend it never happened. But it happened. It really happened. As slowly as she could she turned off the television and began to scoop the snoring hero into her arms, she tossed a little, murmuring something about her cauliflower while lifting her up. She ignored with great strength the soft skin of her thighs against her fingers and the way she cradled her head into her neck as she carried her to her bed. The crocheted plushies never ended, a bee, a dinosaur, a plushie that looked strangely like it was wearing the villain’s suit. She ignored the heat in her cheeks and set the hero down on the squishy mattress.

“This is a terrible mattress for your spine.” She whispered, tucking her in.

“Mhhrrm” she responded.

She was about to leave and rummage through the hero's closets for a blanket when a hand softly gripped her wrist, with eyes stilll closed the hero mumbled something almost incoherent.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“We shouldn’t, hero.”

“We won’t do anything. It’s just cold.”

“You have like 14 blankets on your bed.”

“It’s still cold. I have no more for you to cover yourself with.”

“Ever the sacrificial type, hero.” She allowed himself the pleasure of finally getting the hero's hair out of her face, resting her hand on her cheek. She sunk into it, releasing her grip on her wrist. The villain couldn’t help it any longer, she made his way to the other side of the bed.

“It’s my job”

“Just tonight, hero.” The second she was under the blankets she was met with the hero’s warm presence gripping onto her.

“Ya, you’re not my type anyways. I just want you for your body.” She muttered into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around her, shocked at how perfect they felt together. Before the hero's quiet snores reappeared, the villain felt a smile against her skin.

“Your bosses suck by the way.”

“So do yours.”

“Hmm.” She readjusted herself. “I should start locking my window.”

The villain chuckled. “Nah.”

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #original fiction #hero and villain #enemies to lovers #women #i love women #i also love bruno mars #graah #fluff

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sseniita · 1 month

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reblogging so u know im still alive,,,, i will return,,,, after finals,,,,

father, like daughter

“You’re joking!” The Villain’s daughter said, dangerously holding whatever new monstrous invention she had tinkered up. “That’s Bullshit!”

The Villain held up two fingers. “That’s two months now, young lady! And I'm taking away your power drill!” The Villain’s daughter turned red with anger as she faced the Hero standing on the other side of kitchen island.

“Tell him it’s not fair!” She shouted, prompting the Villain to turn towards Hero as well. Hero had come by only to pick up some documents she needed from Villain, she hadn’t expected to play jury.

“Uh. Well- Villain. Maybe you're being too harsh-” Her train of thought derailed at the sight of Villain’s glare only comparable to his daughter’s. “Um…” She quickly put up two fists on her hips and raised her chin.

“Listen to your father.” Satisfied, the Villain turned to his daughter.

“Starting an underground weapon market?! What were you thinking? What if you got hurt!? Do you have any idea how traceable PAYPAL is?!”

“I started doing cash only!”

“Yes! After Other Villain venmo-ed you 8K!”

“Exactly! My business is booming! You’re just jealous I’m a better Villain than you.” The Villain chuckled sarcastically.

“You have no idea what game you’re playing! I’ve been at this for years and never once did I let myself slip or be noticed!”

“Ugh whatever! No Hero has caught me yet!”

The Hero tensed- clearing her throat. Both Villain and mini Villain turned to her before quickly facing each other again.

“I should have Hero arrest you right now!”

“She would not! It’s been 10 years and she hasn’t even arrested you!”

“I-” Hero tried to intervene.

“Exactly! 10 years of seducing Hero and turning her completely complicit. Now that’s villany!” The Hero could only stutter out her beginning to a counterargument.

“It took you 10 years to seduce her?! Is that really something to be proud of?”

“Watch it, young lady!”

“Ok fine! I’ll just seduce Sidekick then!” She pointed her weapon at Hero’s sidekick who had been enjoying the show, hand half into a tortilla chip bag on the Villain's couch. The Sidekick shot a pleading look at Hero, a look she could only shrug at. The Villain’s eyes narrowed.

“Three months.”

The Villain’s daughter groaned over exaggeratedly, threw her weapon on the kitchen island and stomped up to her room.

“And you!” The Villain pointed to Hero’s sidekick. “Get any closer than 20 meters from her, I dare you.” The Sidekick quickly nodded, a deer in the headlights.

“Yes sir. Of course sir.” Standing up straight. The Villain cringed.

“Ugh. I can’t even see you right now. Get out.” The villain said, hand to his temple. The Sidekick skipped past the Hero, giving her a nervous smile Hero returned with a roll of her eyes. Before leaving out the door the Sidekick turned back.

“Actually we had plans Friday night to-”

“Out!” The Villain yelled, throwing a fork to the door.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Villain. See ya later. Bye!” he rushed out almost as fast of his words did from his mouth leaving only Hero and Villain amidst the slam of the door. After a sigh left his mouth the Villain finally relaxed and Hero had the courage to get closer, leaning on the counter.

“Teenagers, right?” she chuckled. The Villains only huffed.

“Sorry for screaming at your sidekick.”

“He knows you don’t mean harm. Besides, I’m the one who drove here so it's not like he can go anywhere.” She joked, earning a chuckle from the Villain.

“You know what the worst part is?” The Villain softened.

“Hmm?” The Hero answered.

“Before I was angry- I was really, really impressed. Maybe even proud!” He gestured towards the weapon on the kitchen island.

"A bubble trap gun? Why hadn't I ever thought of it?" The Villain seemed genuinely intrigued as he picked it up to analyze. "This is amazing craftsmanship."

The Hero was shocked for a second before remembering who she was talking to and laughed. Villain only let out another chuckle and sighed as the Hero calmed down.

“If you do let him anywhere near her-”

“Isn’t that what my Mentor said to Supervillain?” Hero teased.

“That’s different. I didn’t seduce you to get back at my father.” The hero only smiled and leaned against him.

“Don’t worry. If genetics are anything to account for, they'll be 27 before your daughter wins my sidekick’s heart.”

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sseniita · 2 months

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hello op, I adore the villain you've created in the medical malpractice piece. their energy, their quips, their motivations, their dynamic with the hero. it's brilliant and perfect and please, please do write more about them. "firework" now has permanently changed my mind. maybe a continuation or maybe another one-shot if you're interested? it's great stuff

omg thank u sm,, i was proud of it! and ofc! i didn't have a story laid out for them but im always happy to revisit my works (maybe even w/ suggestions wink wink nudge nudge) !! sorry for the late update, i may be silent but trust, i am lurking

medical malpractice: healing boredom

The villain hadn't expected for this to go on for this long, but the little hero was resilient. If the villain didn't know any better, he'd think the hero was getting as much as a kick out of this as he was. His thoughts took over his mind, only snapping out of it when he heard the squeak from the hero and the flinch away from his healing hands.

"Ouch." Hero cradled their newly healed fingers to their chest.

"Oh, so sorry, firework. I was distracted." The hero returned their hand and the villain got to work on their thumb. Maybe snapping each of their fingers last night was overkill they thought- he shouldn't be giving himself this much work. Each heal was a meticulous and fragile process; it took more power than messing with a frontal lobe or blocking an artery. The villain cursed silently as he moved to the hero's other hand.

"I didn't know you could do that." The villain hummed in confusion, asking for elaboration with a raised eyebrow. "Hurt."

The hero was smarter than the villain thought, but apparently also vulnerable to charm. They dismissed things when disguised as a joke or flirtatious comment. Which explains why the villain now spent their Tuesday and Thursday afternoons playing footsies with the Hero under oval tables at meetings. He had had many close calls.

"Mmm. Everyone can hurt someone, Hero." He responded, focused on the hero's untrimmed cuticles.

"Yes, but I didn't think you could do it physically, with your powers."

"Well, healing involves pain, does it not?"

"You don't make it hurt."

"Ah, you've never been healed by someone as talented as me is all."

The hero chuckled. "So it's a skill thing?"

"Of course. A bad nurse would draw blood during a vaccination," He smiled up at the hero, healing the hero's pinky without breaking eye contact. "but you wouldn't feel a thing with a practiced nurse"

The hero's eyes widened at the realization their pinky had been healed. They wiggled each finger that only an hour earlier had turned purple and gone limp.

"Oh, you are good. Thank you, Nurse." They said, impressed, batting their eyelashes and smiling at their fully functioning fingers. The villain stared at the clock, ticking towards 9 PM and letting him know it had taken almost an hour to heal the hero's fingers. Never breaking fingers again, he thought.

"You're all set. Anything else you needed from me?" The hero leaned back against their arms on the examination table, leisurely displaying themselves in their ripped suit with half lidded eyes. They crossed their legs and tilted their head to the side.

What are you playing at, Firework?

"Well, I don't know. I hate that our little meetings run so short."

"They're very frequent." The villain shrugged.

The hero rubbed over the tissue on the examination table, making an infuriating crackling noise. They continued at it while speaking. "I have a kink in my neck."

"I'm a doctor, not a masseuse, Firework." The villain said, turning his back toward the hero, distracting himself from the noise of Hero's fidgeting by organizing paperwork and folders at his desk.

The hero had been at this game the past few visits. Coming up with excuses and making up stories about them and the villain that he knew didn't happen. Last week the hero had said the villain threw them against a brick wall and broke their arm. The villain had certainly not done that.

He was starting to get annoyed at how peculiar the hero actually was. They blabbered non-stop while he took x-rays, they became very sweaty very fast, and they had acquired a staring problem when he inspected them. He assumed the fighting had finally gotten to them. It always does.

"Well, could you maybe at least look at it?" The villain sighed, mourning the fun he had had the past months. Was the joy of fighting the hero really worth the effort of healing them over and over again?

He turned to the hero, a red and sweaty mess, and moved his hands up their neck, getting close to inspect under their hair, to know exactly where to press. If they were lucky, they'd hit pressure point and the hero would drop dead.

The hero wouldn't stay still, squirming under him and leaning their head back. Their hand reached for his elbow and a light tug had made an effort to make them face each other. Noses just inches away from each other. The villain was about to ask what was wrong before he noticed the hero's glance to his lips.

Oh.

The villain was pleasantly surprised at the hero's delusion about their relationship, but that was neither here nor there. He smiled softly at the hero, taking complete control and kissing them even softer on the lips. He liked being a few steps ahead of them. The villain knew the hero had no self control and so was prepared when they grabbed onto the lapel of his lab coat and pushed him on top of them, deepening the kiss as they went.

The hero was very different in this state. Grasping onto the villain to save their life, throwing the stethoscope around his neck to the floor. Hero was in bliss, and the villain decided to keep going along. After the villain's coat was on the floor but before the hero could reach for the villain's belt, the pair was distracted by a knock on the frosted door.

"Shoot." The hero hissed, finally regaining themself, sitting up and diving for the villain's coat on the floor. Sorry they mouthed before yelling towards the door.

"Justaminute!"

"Hurry up in there!" A voice called from the other side.

The hero was red in the face as they fixed their suit, struggling with the zipper the villain had started pulling down. The villain smirked, taking the liberty of zipping it up the rest of the way, his cold hands earning a flinch from the hero. They turned back towards him, before the hero opened their mouth the villain hushed them.

"I'll come see you later, okay Firework?" Their head tilted, their eyes lustful, and their hands right at his sides, exactly where the hero didn't want them. All the hero could utter out was a pathetic Ok, biting their lip to hide their gushing smile before rushing out of the office, only mouthing a bye halfway down the hall.

The villain watched them leave. They didn't mind the 6 or so heroes awaiting treatment. They had begun to regret their choice, chalking it up to a waste of time and effort. All they had wanted from the hero was the occasional fight to get out of boring afternoons lazing around the mayor's office- that had gotten stale. But this could work too. Oh, this could definitely work too, he thought with a dreamy smile. As he gestured for his next client to come in, he knew it would be a messy healing job- he found himself a tad bit distracted.

Healing his boredom would hurt, it just wouldn't hurt him. If he played his cards right, the hero wouldn't even notice their own destruction. After all, he was a very talented doctor.

#writing #villain x hero #hero x villain #original fiction #oh BROTHER this guy stinks #angst-ish #whump??#thanks for the ask #love u very much

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i have writer's block !! no fret i will return even stronger !!

#miss u all #send requests ?

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i pledge allegiance to dumb blondes

idk what to name this grrrrrr !!!!!!

As the villain stood tall, surrounded by barbed wire fences with a friendly red dot on his forehead; courtesy of the sniper commanded to shoot if provoked, he saluted the flag and began planning his escape.

His commander had quickly taken a liking to him, after months of perfect drills, attendance, and behaviour everyone’s guard was down and trust was beginning to form. He was first to show up in his ugly green jumpsuit, first to volunteer, and was always first done in every obstacle course. Of course, assuring that there was enough uncooperation at the beginning to track an improvement in attitude and ability as time went on. He whistled at the playboy magazines the other soldiers would show him at lunch time, feigning interest at the same photos of a bare chested men and woman and half clothed celebrities for the third time that week, but most important was what he was doing now, showing an unwavering and determined loyalty to a battered banner on a flagpole. Every. Damn. Morning.

Once he noticed the target on him had become lazy and the other men patted him on the back as if he hadn’t killed hundreds, he knew it was time before someone got a little too friendly and his act slipped. Last time that happened the villain was sleeping standing up and reciting the national anthem for hours on end.

He was so close to finally ending the Hero Corp when he was ultimately caught. Being too great of an asset, the judge decided military training would be preferred compared to the alternative of a lethal injection. The judge’s speech was heartwarming and almost convincing. She used buzzwords like ‘rehabilitation’ and ‘wasted potential’ that made the Mayor cream their pants at the opportunity to have a new and shiny hero in their hands. Hell, the whole courtroom gave her a standing ovation and she was promoted to the Supreme court. The villain scoffed, remembering the ridiculous hope she had given the city. As if he muttered when his final verdict was announced. But the villain played along, snooped to find weaknesses and had made connections, it was a matter of time before he was out of here and finally took down the Hero Corps- and this time he would succeed.

The villain was on their way to their commander’s office, rumours had been going around that the villain was about to get a new parole officer. A minor setback, with the reputation they had gotten at the military camp, it would be too easy to get the new officer off their back and wrapped around their finger. They reached the door with the kindest of smiles and most innocent of eyes, just for it to be immediately wiped off as they met their new parole officer.

Even with their back turned to him, the villain would be a fool if he didn’t recognize the hero by their curly blonde hair and light blue and meticulously scalloped cape, flowing in what seemed to be a calm wind that only preferred to lay at the ankles of the hero. The commander was gushing over them, hunched over subconsciously and smiling from ear to ear in the grace and radiance that was the Hero.

Now, the villain had heard of the hero. Mostly things he’d scroll past on social media and an occasional staged fight televised on screen. Last they had heard they were dating a movie star and released a line of kid’s lunch boxes. They had a streak of being a rather scandalous hero, but had recently been rebranded to be more kid friendly and profitable. Demonstrated by shorter boots and their suit that came up to a mock neck (a universally hated decision considering their suit didn’t leave much to the imagination previously). All this to say the villain considers the hero more of a brand rather than a human and much less a hero.

He had to admit though, he assumed the hero’s good looks were chalked up to professional makeup and maybe even plastic surgery, looking at them now in a brightly lit room he no longer considered this to be true.

“Villain! Please, allow me the honour of presenting to you our Hero!” The villain now noticed the signed picture of the hero the commander had in his hands, he quickly threw it in a drawer. The villain pretended he didn’t notice and began a staring contest with the hero.

“No need for introduction, I met you in a porno magazine the soldiers keep under their pillows.”

The hero laughed, and the villain hated how it sounded like a breath of fresh air in this grey and dusty corner of the world. “I don’t regret that shoot, y’know. My manager told me it was a bad idea but I’ve never had so much fun during promos! Gosh, I’m so embarrassed! I’ve lost my figure, haven’t I?” The hero turned to the commander who only blushed and complimented the hero insistently. The villain couldn’t help but trail their eyes down the hero's incredibly tight suit, growing increasingly annoyed at Hero’s obvious fish for compliments with every attractive dip and curve his eyes brushed over. He paid extra attention to the way their fingers fidgeted and how they shifted their weight from leg to muscular leg.

Why was everyone complaining about this suit? It shows the same if not more.

“Nevermind that, Hero. You look like a million bucks- and Villain please, behave.” The commander said with a rub on the hero’s back, one that lingered a little too long. After a scoff from both hero and villain the commander let go of the hero and went back to resembling his stoic self.

“We have business to attend to! Villain, the hero will be taking over your progress! As your final goal is to become a hero yourself, Hero will be supervising your progress and reporting to Hero Corp.”

“I figured, Commander. I just don’t see why this is necessary.”

Before the Commander could speak, the hero interrupted. “If I may, Commander?” He nodded, giving Hero the floor.

“I was sent by SuperHero. You are like our first trial for villain rehab. I hear it’s going well and SuperHero wanted to confirm. And besides, Villain, with all due respect, I don’t trust you.” It almost sounded like a compliment coming out of the Hero’s mouth. “No one’s ever gotten so close to what you were able to do. And frankly, I don’t believe you to be rehabilitated in as little as a few months.” The hero’s ease in speaking was very casual, constantly as if they were speaking to friends at no stakes.

Given that Hero was popular and the Hero Corp’s shining star, their powers were somewhat shrouded in mystery, more often than not the Hero was used for promotion and recruitment. That mystery wasn’t something the villain was willing to solve carelessly. Besides, something told the villain this wasn't over. The hero didn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed and was probably following orders- From what he knew from tabloids and drama news; no way they’d rather be here than at some cushy penthouse party, this could maybe be over soon. Just maybe. The villain forced a smile, a kind and innocent smile- one’s he’s practised and perfected over the months.

“Touche, I guess I’ll just prove myself to you, Hero.”

“So we’re on the same page!” The hero clapped their hands, an unusual display of excitement in such a case. “Great!”

With a quick goodbye to the commander the hero grabbed the villain’s shoulder and led him out. It was getting dark and the base was quieting down. The grip on the villain’s shoulder felt ice cold yet red hot, a sick feeling overcame him which only worsened when the hero leaned in and whispered to him.

“You’re kinda dumb.” Things immediately clicked.

“Care to elaborate?”

“You didn’t notice a thing! Too distracted staring- jesus. Get yourself together, pervert.” They almost sounded disappointed. The villain smiled.

“What can I say? You play the sexy, dumb blonde very well.”

“Tell me about it.” The grip lightened. “After seven years, I'd better have gotten good.”

The continued walking, the villain puzzling everything together as fast as he could. His ego was based on how many steps ahead he was of everyone, and in this case he was a step or two faster. He analysed the hero’s body language intently before, he smirked when he finally figured out why they cracked their fingers and put a leg in front of the other when they mentioned SuperHero previously.

“SuperHero doesn’t know you’re here.”

“Not yet.” They stopped for a tick. “How’d you know?’

“Being a pervert has its perks. And you have an obvious tell.” The hero stared for a second before laughing. They reached a secluded area, and night had already fallen. The hero had snatched a bland dinner roll from the cafeteria on the way and was stuffing their face while explaining.

“So, basically. I’m sick of this. Being seen as weaker or useless just because I’m hotter.” They scoffed. “Teach me how to fight- properly, and I can get you out of here.” They said between bites. The villain only watched, hands inside their jumpsuit staring, unimpressed at the World’s Hottest Hero™ and their manners.

“You want me to teach you how to fight- so you can prove yourself as a hero?” summarised the villain.

“Deal or no deal?”

“And in return you’ll get me out of here.”

“As soon as I can throw a punch, you’re outta here.” The hero finished their dinner roll.

“They never trained you?”

“Ever heard of a personality hire?”

The villain hummed in understanding. “So why the sudden need for vengeance? You do understand I’m going to kill SuperHero once I’m out of here, right? Or did that movie star dump you or something?”

“First of all, that man has it coming. If I could, I’d kill him myself. Besides, while you do that- I’ll be sipping margaritas in a hammock. Somewhere sunny. Once I’m back I can use his death as a reason why I suddenly got so strong and brooding! I’ll be an inspiration instead of a let down. Second, that’s none of your business.”

The hero reached inside their utility belt and pulled out another dinner roll.

“You shouldn’t eat many of those. They’re a bitch to burn off.”

“Good. So, deal or can I go home? I got a new pair of boots I’ve been wanting to buy before they sell out.” The hero continued eating the roll, they held out their free hand in an expectant way in front of the villain.

The villain couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity. With the hero, they could set their targets strictly on the Super Hero when they get out- not only that but with the hero's shining report on the villain’s progress they'll be esteemed and trusted. After a while of gaining SuperHero’s trust as the first successfully rehabilitated hero, killing him will be a piece of cake. Without the SuperHero at the Hero Corps’s head, the rest of the godforsaken corporation would take less that huff and puff to crumble. As for the hero, the villain had complete control over their training, taking them out will barely call for effort.The pieces fell into place, the villain wasn’t religious, but this truly was a miracle. He smiled and warmly shook the hero’s hand.

“Deal.”

‘Perfect! Oh, I can’t wait to get out of these tight spandex suits! I get a wedgie every time I walk.”

“You’ll look marvellous in our famous dirt stained green.”

“Oh, you know I will.” The hero winked. The worst part was, the villain did know.

“Ok. I’ll follow.” The hero said.

“Follow?”

“Lead the way! We’re new bunk buddies!”

Hero seemed to have a way to wipe the villain’s smile off his face.

#writing #hero x villain #villain x hero #original fiction #hero and villain #girl i dont even know what to tag this #big LOVE YOU to my blondes out there #VxH if you squint

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Hello there! Random tumblr user who came across your blog here you have marvelous and excellent writing!!! Could you write something about the villian reading the hero's diary?

Request #1

Weapons don't weep.

“That will never be what awaits people like us,” said Villain, trying so very hard to spit it out like venom, failing as their voice broke at the last word, leaving bitterness they always aimed to ignore, and they swallowed and continued “you and me both know already how everything ends, this…”

Hero’s notebook, well-loved and missing pages, hit the ground, pages wetted by the last drops of a calming storm, words they always wrote in pencil blurring with the water, vanishing from the paper. And, for a moment, they were tempted to plunge in and grab it, to save what they had written when time allowed, but they stood still from before the other, quiet and motionless, blinking back tears.

“Is a delusion you’d do well to start forgetting.” their eyes met in the middle, and Villain, just as Hero, pretended crying was not what they wanted, pretended that saving the words of what could have been was not what they wished, and Villain rasped, cleared their throat and straightened their posture “I went into your office for papers, for maps, whatever would save me some time figuring out what you team pretended to do this time, instead, I found you feeding your quite hyperactive imagination, you must understand how disappointed I am.”

It was obvious, of course, that Hero was not, nor should apologise for not having provided satisfactory evidence of their plans to their enemy, yet, the tone of reproach and discontent from the other had them almost saying sorry.

Hero was embarrassed, mortified, face burning under their surgical mask, heart beating fast as a child found misbehaving by their mother, and they wanted to run, to run inside the facility and never go back outside.

Yet, they stood.

“Are you not gonna say anything here?” Villain added after a moment of silence, louder, and Hero wished they didn’t have to.

“I was just daydreaming, I thought maybe, if this is sorted maybe we could…”

“Oh no, I know what we could, I could cook, perhaps, and you could bake and do the dishes, wasn’t that right?” the Villain mocked “You could come to understand how every human is prone, at the end, to kindness but never to perfection, and you could see that in every scar that you bare and every kiss you've ever felt. What kind of childish nonsense were you rambling about? You are a weapon Hero, as much as I am one, weapons don’t cook, we don’t garden, we don’t clean, we kill, we get the job done.”

Hero stayed silent this time.

Villain kicked the notebook towards them.

“I hope, for your own sake, that you can understand that.”

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Villain let themselves fall on their sofa.

Hero had gotten too close, they had gotten too hopeful, sloppy on the battlefield, lenient with their enemies. Perhaps with that, Villain thought, they would place their distance, leverage against them was the last thing they wished to give Supervillain and Superhero both, lack of morality was something that very well united them, they were not to allow Hero to end in between.

The war would end, Villain promised themselves, and only once it was over they would apologise.

And alone, at last, they allowed themselves to cry.

Masterlist

I did want to make it like cheesy, flustered-hero, but what can I say, I love drama.

I hope you like it :), I'm sorry it took so long :(.

Btw I really need to decide on a format, how does it look better?

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medical malpractice

cw injuries, whump-adjacent, malpractice of the medical kind (?)

To say the villain was bored was an understatement. They led a dreadfully, unequivocally, dangerously, dull life. They had achieved their goals months ago, enacting a plan years in the making and swiftly took control over the city. It was easier than expected, both the killing and the politics. Now, having everything they’ve ever wanted, they questioned why this desire in the first place?

They barely had fun with the various heroes who tried to stop them, pathetic attempts at most. Bombs, guns, punches, it all didn’t mean too much to a healer. Other villains called it ironic, the villain’s own mother insisted on the villain pursuing medicine- she didn’t seem to complain about her child’s career now that the villain had put her in a luxury home on some sunny island. Yes, the villain was bored; sat rotting away on the mayor’s chair- with absolutely nothing to do but polish their mask and listen to the protestors gathering on the steps of city hall.

Oh? The villain thought. They’re quite rowdy today.

Before the villain could kick their legs off the desk a group of heroes barged into the office, guns blazing, yelling obscenities at the villain. Charming. They put their mask on and skillfully and elegantly the villain took each of them down one by one. The heroes obviously hadn’t healed from their previous encounter with the villain. All the villain had to do was hit them in the same spot to send them calling a retreat and running out of the office, revealing a lonely individual in the doorway.

The villain didn’t break a sweat, setting their eyes on the new hero, practically trembling from fear. They stood frozen in perfect fighting form watching from the doorway.

“You're new.” The villain tilted their head curiously at the hero, recognizing the symbol they had haphazardly tied to their thigh. “Ah, I see.” The villain’s finger lazily spun a dagger they swung out of its holster. “You’re Superhero’s little protege. Oh! He would be so proud if he saw you there trembling in fear.”

The villain noticed they had struck a chord within the hero, dodging before the hero could land a hit. “Ooh, so close!”

The hero seemed to burst alive, they continued to try and try and try, shooting out powered rays, breaking windows, doors and wreaking havoc as they followed the villain through city hall. The villain, merrily laughing all the way, having the time of their life. They had avoided many close calls to certain death but with each one they dodged, they laughed harder, perhaps it was their first laugh in years. Their mask had fallen off long ago, but the villain couldn’t be bothered to care. The villain landed a good deal of hits on the hero, causing them to trail blood on the carpet, couches and anything else the hero was thrown into. The hero continued like this until the villain got bored and threw a punch to the hero’s ribs, knocking them down and leaving them unable to turn themselves to get up.

“Oh ho ho! You are fun! Lord, much more fun than your little friends who ran before anything got interesting.” The villain paced slowly towards the hero. The hero obviously tried to hide their whimpers of pain, but a kick to their ribs was enough to make them howl. “Awe, you overdid it, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

If looks could kill, the villain would have been six feet under; the hatred in the little hero’s eyes was intoxicating to the villain. If the villain didn’t know any better; they would have thought themselves in love.

“You’re short. How old are you? Superhero died…” they pursed their lips in thought, “2 years ago? You were a teenager, then. Hmm, 21, 22?” they finally said.

“You killed them!” the hero spat.

“That I did. What’s your deal, hm? Avenging your fallen master, are you? How mature.”

“You’re a monster!” The villain tutted.

“No, no. Enough with the insults. You seem to be above that, my little firework.” The villain used their foot to turn the hero onto their back, they crouched down and took hold of the hero’s cheeks; squishing them.

“You’re cute.” the villain smiled at the hero, almost kindly. Before the hero could spit out another curse, the villain squeezed harder to shut them up. “Your mission is admirable. If not a little annoying. But this has been the most fun I’ve had since this godforsaken city surrendered.” There were shouts from outside. Backup.

With a sigh, the villain smiled at the hero. “I’ll cut you a deal. You get better, and I’ll give you another shot at me.” They winked, much to the hero’s horror.

“You broke my ribs.” The hero groaned. In response, the villain took this as an invitation to feel up the hero’s chest.

“Only… hmm. About 13 or so of them.” The hero coughed up some blood. “Maybe more. Wish I could help but…” they stuttered. Looking at the hero; hunched over on the floor, their smartest idea popped into their head. “Oh. My, my, my, firework. You just might be the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“You’re sick.” They growled, trying to crawl up and away.

“Yes, yes. Come on, stand up.” They grabbed the hero by the arm, enjoying their shouts of pain and the way they tried- and failed- to wring out of the villain’s grasp. The villain wrapped their arm around the hero and set them on a couch, ignoring their shouts to let them go.

The villain was called a healer, but this knowledge wasn’t widely known. They were known for their more terrifying ability to control any biological body. They had the ability to kill with a touch; control blood pressure, suppress hormones, destroy senses, manipulate memories. They used this ability wisely and sparingly, preferring to use their knowledge on their human body to always have the advantage. This power was very misunderstood between the heroes, they never cracked the code, and they would have never believed it to reach such lengths.

“Look at me.” The hero was very obviously terrified. Confused at the sudden mercy- if you could call it that- they shut their eyes tight, remembering all the warnings about the fearsome villain. Their mind went a million miles a second- trying to find a way out. They has seen the villain’s face, they had a chance to get an advantage.

“You and I are going to get along swiftly. But I need you at your peak. Constantly.” They smiled, not unlike the hero though the devil would.

“I’ll kill you.”

“And I’ll be looking forward to see you try.”

“Once I heal I’ll get you, I promise.” they snapped, feverishly staring daggers into the villain’s eyes.

“Yes, of course. But that’ll take too long don’t you think?”

“Oh don’t worry, no amount of time will stop me- I’ll keep coming back until you’re dead.” They threatened. The wicked grin on the villain’s only grew, the hero began to feel a pit in their stomach- why weren’t they dead yet they thought.

“Well, I’m not the patient type.” They set their hands on either side of the hero’s head, sticking their thumbs into their temples. “Don't worry though. I’m sure you’ll heal in a jiffy, my little firework.”

The hero’s vision grew blurry and their head went fuzzy. The villain’s face swirled until it was barely recognizable, a final attempt to remember their face came in a hazy image of the Cheshire cat.

///

Hero’s mission to defeat the villain had been futile. They’d discuss it daily with other heroes and planned raids once a week. Hero began to wonder if the villain knew they were coming, month after month the villain was always prepared. The villain had seemed to take a personal grudge against them, never holding back. But no matter what, the hero was always ready to go back. Since the first time they met, the villain was an elusive, mysterious being, and the hero was committed to destroying that illusion.

The hero would return after a siege bloody and bruised, aching and sprained. They lost count how many times the villain had broken their arm, leg, cracked some ribs, scraped some skin. They were barely recognizable without their arm in a sling or a bruise on their cheek. Even when life seems unbearable they knew the healer would always be there for them.

They had found the healer months back and they joined the team immediately. They were a godsend. 4 week healing times would be shortened to a weekend, not only were they incredibly useful and talented in their position, they were charming too. They carried a smile wherever they went and seemed to have taken a liking to the hero- their most frequent patient.

Limping and trailing blood, the hero made their way towards the infirmary inside the base. Weakly opening the frosted glass doors, their eyes met the healer's, seated at their desk. Hero smiled at them and promptly plopped down on the examination table.

“Well. That was quick. Did you miss me?” The healer rolled their chair towards the hero, setting their hands casually on the hero’s knees.

“Yep. Even broke my arm just to see you.” The chimed back. The healer chuckled, standing up and examining their arm.

“Hmm. Nothing major.” They grabbed their stethoscope, placing it on their chest. The hero didn’t need instruction to begin breathing methodically for them. The whole examination could have been done blindfolded and without a word. An action so familiar it was almost comforting. The hero would lean into the healer’s hands against their limbs, warming with the healer's power, the ache of which felt like a much needed massage. The healer spoke in a soft, instructing voice, something the hero only ever got from Superhero. The dull grief of losing the Superhero was still there, but the healer seemed to heal their broken soul as they did their broken bones.

“You’re all set.” The healer said, power fading from their palms.

“How much longer till I get back out there, Doc?”

“Give yourself a day or two.” They said, wiping away the blood on hero's nose as they would the snot on a child, the hero couldn’t help but be embarrassed. With a sigh, the hero started.

“Great, so in less than a week I’ll be back. Right at square one.”

“Oh, don’t think like that. You're close I know it.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so. The other heroes are starting to have doubts.”

“Don’t listen to them.” The healer grabbed the hero’s jaw softly, caressing it with their thumb. The hero did all they could to not melt into their touch. “You’re so extraordinary. So special. None of those heroes even come close to matching your power, you know that, right?” They pulled a strand of hero's hair from their face. "Superhero would be so proud."

The hero blushed. “You’re just saying that because I single handedly keep you busy; I know how bored you get here.” The healer smiled back, leaning in to give the hero a peck on the forehead.

“Don’t tell anyone but you’re my favourite patient.”

The hero failed in not melting under the healer’s gaze, they were smiling ear to ear.

“Can’t I just stay here, forever?” They said in a hazy, drunk sort of way. “I’ve forgotten how it feels to have bones that work for longer than a few days.” The healer chuckled.

“Maybe someday, but for now, you have to get back out there and give the villain a fight they’ll never forget, don’tcha firework?” The healer winked and the hero could barely contain the butterflies in their stomach.

#hero x villain #enemies to lovers #original fiction #writing #criticism welcome #villain x hero #hero and villain #whump #hero lost their memory #if that didn't get thru to yall #lmao #toxic villain lol

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prompt #100

“Are we fighting or fucking?” The hero grinned, their chest rising and falling jaggedly in an attempt to catch their breath. The villain had rolled ontop of them, hand closed around their throat, the other pinning their hands down above their head.

They winced, as equally out of breath as their enemy. “Hero, you broke my rib.”

“Okay? That doesn’t answer the question.”

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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

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breaking generational trauma*

*ig the name is staying

pt 1

“Oh shit, she is related to you.”

Hero readjusted Eloise on her lap, not paying attention. “I told you to stop swearing in front of her.” She looked back to the villain’s holographic screen, numbers, graphs, and codes she didn’t understand but were practically the villain’s mother tongue. The hero sneezed; it was cold in the villain’s lair. Wait- what did he just say?!

“We’re related?!” the hero exclaimed, rolling her chair closer to the villain.

“It certainly looks like it. Her DNA and yours are almost identical.” The hero considered this, smiling from ear to ear.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter-” the villain shook his head. “sister?” he shook it again.

“More like a clone.” He said, much to the hero’s disappointment.

“Will she be normal?” The hero hoped.

“Don’t know.” The villain said quickly. “Since the procedures performed on you when you were little were practically radioactive, it changed your DNA into something very different than your original one - that’s the one Eloise’s is similar to.”

“What’s that mean for her then?”

“I’d have to do some more tests, but that suggests a high probability of having powers. At least eventually.”

The villain noticed the hero begin bouncing her leg, by proxy, also bouncing a smiling Eloise up and down- at least she was enjoying this.

“Look- it’s just a primary hypothesis. I can’t be sure of anything just yet.”

“It’s been a month.” The villain sighed at the desperation in her voice. The dark circles under her eyes were worse than usual. She’d stayed at the villain’s place about 5 or 6 days a week, in that time she barely slept, obsessing over Eloise and what her next step should be.

“Hero, this takes time. We’re in no rush. No one knows she’s with us.”

“Yet! Last night another hero asked me where I was all night.”

“Well, what’d you tell them?”

The hero sighed in embarrassment. “I told them I was having tummy issues.” She uncovered Eloise from the blanket to stand her up on her thighs, looking at her intently, it seemed as if all her issues disappeared in a second. “You’re lucky you're so cute." She told the baby. "And that you are literally me, apparently." But she wasn't. Sure, they had similarities, but no way Eloise was a clone. There was definitely something else going on that they'd get to the bottom to eventually. These thoughts were interrupted by Eloise spitting and giggling.

They stayed like that for a while, listening to Eloise babbling incoherencies. They read somewhere they should encourage a baby's babbling by nodding and repeating oh’s and ah’s. Finally the hero's exclamations isolated the villain’s- he quickly stopped.

“How do you know that?” She asked, carefully. The villain hummed in question, prompting clarification. “About my DNA, the procedures, how’d you know that?”

The hero could have sworn the villain stilled- stuttered even. As soon as she noticed it, it was gone.

“It’s pretty obvious from your DNA sample, Hero. Your DNA doesn’t look the way it should. Shouldn’t be stable- yet it is. Obvious signs of some sort of radiation. People aren’t just born this way.” He spoke in quick, short sentences, very unlike him.

She ignored the way he dodged her question. The villain knew more than he was. It was no secret how extensively trained he was in medicine, engineering, and lord knows what else; proved by his ability to recover the hero from certain death, his insane contraptions and robots, and how he was able to keep up with her- in short, the villain was the smartest person the hero had ever met.

Furthermore, fighting him one on one was also unnecessary to know he was a force to be reckoned with- he always says he doesn’t work out- preferring to explain how making robots and machines are laborious tasks. No way was the hero believing that the villain got like that through daily activities when the hero trained almost five hours a day and looked nothing like him. This proved two things; the villain was totally the hero’s type, and that he could lie. Both were equally important for different reasons.

“What’s DNA supposed to look like?” She tried, pointing to the diagram on the screen. “Looks like the ones in textbooks to me.”

“To untrained eyes, yes.”

“What’s yours look like? Can we compare it?”

“My, asking to look at my DNA? That’s a bit intrusive if not forward, hero.”

“Ah, my bad. Should I have asked to take you out to dinner first?” The villain was almost taken aback. Almost. He didn’t respond. She took note.

She sighed, putting that topic to rest- choosing to believe him, what other choice did she have?

“Let’s head back to mine,” the hero wished he’d said that the same way he did in her dreams “are you staying overnight? I have a meeting later with other villain. I can drop you off though, dinner is in the fridge and I’ll be home by 11.”

Hero got up, Eloise still babbling in her arms. “Sounds good. And, um, thanks. For all of this” she said. The villain had a habit of putting a hand on her back to lead her out, it gave the hero butterflies every time. This time was no exception.

The villain had stayed true to his word, he arrived home to a dark and quiet apartment, locking the door and moving around as quietly as he could. He followed the sounds of Mozart playing through the stereo through the open guest room door, simultaneously taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. Peeking quickly into the bedroom, he saw the hero and Eloise cuddled together on the puffy bed, toys thrown around, and window open allowing the curtains to billow in the wind. As he moved in to close the windows, he stepped on a toy which said a loud 'the cow goes moo' awaking both the hero and Eloise. The hero instinctively grabbed Eloise as she scanned the room for any danger before laying her eyes on the villain.

“Sorry,” he muttered. Eloise started crying.

With a sigh that turned into a yawn, the hero got up to turn on the lights and begin to rock Eloise back to sleep.

“Nice one, Mr. stealthy and secretive villain.” She joked.

“I’m so sorry.” He repeated.

“It's my fault for falling asleep before cleaning up.” She said over Eloise’s cries. She held her closer, shushing in-between yawns and bouncing her to no avail. The villain stared guilty at the hero’s dark circles and slumped shoulders. Her eyes were half lidded as she tried her hardest to stay awake. The villain knew anybody outside looking in would immediately label the villain as a deadbeat dad and husband.

He usually gave the hero the honors of changing, feeding, playing with, and putting Eloise to sleep, preferring to stand on the sidelines and buy diapers or bring the hero bottled milk. Aside from once or twice a week when the hero had stayed at the Hero Dorms to avoid suspicion- where the villain had spent the whole nights awake, anxiously making sure Eloise was still breathing- he hadn’t had much time taking care of Eloise. After a night of keeping the baby alive, the hero had previously asked how the villain's mother took care of him. She seemed oddly excited to hear about villain's upbringing, he wished he could tell her some amazing story about a loving mother and ways he was raised but all that came out was an undignified 'I don't know.' The hero had insisted, leading to the villain acting curt to get her to drop it.

After that, he kept his distance mostly because the hero looked so striking and dooming to the villain as a mother, among other things. The villain wouldn’t be able to disillusion himself if he took on the role of father. Not to mention Eloise was an adorable child. Curious, social and playful; she had won over the villain’s heart. But this won’t last forever, he’d remind himself, don’t let yourself get comfortable.

“When’s the last time you slept?” he asked.

“Hmm? I was just sleeping.”

“More than 3 hours?”

“At a time? Or in one night?”

The villain sighed at the confirmation of his suspicions. He had definitely gone soft. With the hero being half asleep, it was easy to peel her off and take Eloise into his own arms.

“Hey-” she reached for the baby.

“You need the rest- you're saving people for a living, remember? I’ll take her tonight.”

“Oh. Are you sure?” She lowered her voice, Eloise was finally settling into the villain’s arms, cries subsiding. “She- she might not let you sleep.”

“Don’t worry about it. Get some rest.”

“Oh um. Ok. But let me know if you need anything! I’ll leave the door open-'' the villain was at the door frame as the hero scooched herself to the other side of the bed.

“Yes. Good night.”

“She likes to use your arm as a pillow! The bed pillows are too puffy for her.”

“Anything else?” he asked sarcastically.

The hero looked nervous, grabbing a pillow to hug.

“Uh- no. Sorry. Ya, goodnight.” The villain began to walk to his own bedroom. “Um! You know what? She’ll wake up around 2 anyways! Why don’t I-” hero called out, making her way over.

“Do you not trust me?” The villain finally asked, as if the hero truly had any reason to trust him. He was a villain, she was a hero. They both seemed to forget. “You always get like this when I take her for the night.” The hero looked mortified.

“Huh? No! No, that's not it at all, it’s just…” The villain raised an eyebrow. “I just have nightmares without her. I get anxious when I wake up and she’s not there. If something- anything- happens I know I’ll be right there to do something.” She stuttered. The villain only stared indiscernibly.

“Uh. I’m sorry. You’re right.” She quickly gathered her things. “I should go then, I’ll leave her with you. I’m sorry.” As she walked past the villain he stopped her with a gentle arm on her shoulder.

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

The hero short circuited. “That seems inappropriate.” She stared at a sleeping Eloise. The villain, awkward, retracted his hand.

“No, Hero. As in, do you want to share a bedroom? That way you can sleep soundly 5 feet away from Eloise and I can take care of her through the night.”

“Oh.” The hero reddened. “Yes. Of course that’s what you meant.” The hero could only hear the villain chuckle in the darkness. “Um. Are you sure? You said you didn’t want any part of this. I’ve thrown way too much on you-”

“I insist, hero. Takes a village to raise a kid, right? Besides, You desperately need sleep. I planned something big, I need an even bigger, stronger hero to stop it. I need you to be at your peak.” The hero could almost hear his smirk. She practically swooned, glad it was too dark to see much of anything. “Ah. Of course. So this is all self regarded?”

“Of course.” The hero felt the familiar hand at her back as the villain led her into the bedroom. She quickly took a spot on the left side of the bed and waited for the villain to bring in the crib. By the time Eloise was tucked into it, the hero was fast asleep, covered in blankets and snoring softly. The villain crawled in slowly, finally getting used to the hero’s slow, if not constant, movements beside him before Eloise woke up exactly at 2 am.

The next morning the villain woke up with dark circles under his eyes- barely rested-, his spit up on shirt across the bedroom floor, and the only thing keeping him warm was the hero's embrace, with her thigh on his stomach and her head on his chest. It was the best night he’d had in years.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #original fiction #pt 2 slay #love u allll bye #enemies to lovers #enemies to parents heh #i hope u noticed some forshadowing #very not proofread

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breaking generational trauma*

*pls give me a better name for this, im going insane

“She’s like me.”

The villain stared at the child bouncing in the hero’s arms. The hero’s expression wasn’t unlike one she had when she begged for mercy on behalf of a civilian. Simpler, it was similar to when she had begged the villain to take care of her dog while she was away on a mission or when she wanted the last slice of pizza. Overall, the helplessly hopeful demeanor on the hero's face was one villain had become not only familiar with, but also weak against.

“Hero, where did that come from? Put it back.” urged the villain, gesturing towards the bundle of blankets in her arms.

“I can’t! I won’t!” The hero held the child closer, protectively, as if the villain was the one being irresponsible here.

“Like you?” The villain asked, intrigued. “There is no one like you, Hero.”

The hero readjusted the child on her hip, freeing one arm to grab paperwork rolled up in her back pocket. “That’s what I thought! Look!” She hastily handed over the crumpled up letters to the villain. It didn’t take more than reading the title for everything to click.

“Experiment 02? You mean-?”

“She’s from the same tests! We came from the same lab! They were going to do exactly what they did to me- to her-”

“Because of the success you were. I get it.” There was a pause between them for a second.

The hero was godlike in some ways and machine-like in less important ways. A literal biological weapon, forged since birth. It was an experiment, you could go so far as to call it an accident. Purposeful or not, the hero was the result of a successful lab sourced super-power. It had taken many years for the hero to come to terms with how she became the hero she was, and even longer to investigate and ultimately discover who was behind all of it. Evidently, she had.

“I can’t let them do it again.” She whispered, holding the child closely to her chest.

It was six months into knowing each other that hero confessed she didn't like being a hero. It was eight months later the villain found out why.

The villain sighed, motioning for her to walk into his apartment. Once they were comfortable on the villain’s couch, he began to ask a million questions.

Where? A hidden lab. Why? She couldn't leave her there. Her answers we stable and much too clear of mind considering the hero had just stolen a child.

“How old is it?” He finally asked, skimming through the lab documents.

“It's her. And about 4 months, I think. I just don’t get why they’re starting now. I never found any evidence to show they were doing anything before.” She restlessly bounced the baby. “I just don’t get it.”

The villain raised a brow at her, she raised one back. “What do you know?” she scooted closer to the villain.

“Superheroes are either decommissioned or retire around 50. But most lose relevance and popularity by 30. Whether it be they can’t keep their figure, or a newer, shinier thing comes around.” He scoffed. “Never ceases to amaze me” he said half-heartedly, staring down at the documents. The hero’s mouth dropped.

“I just celebrated my 25th birthday?! You’re saying I’m old and ugly?!” The villain rolled their eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re perfect and probably always will be." He realized what he had just said, he quickly interrupted the hero as she was about to open her mouth. "It’s just how it goes. Once you reach 30, people aren’t as interested. It’s fucked.” The hero quickly caught on.

“So, she’s my replacement?”

“Seems like it. Nova, she’ll be called once she turns 15. Thankfully, tests hadn't started on her. They had her on weird ass diet to prepare her, though. You caught her in time.”

The hero was sitting close enough that the villain could peek at the baby’s sleeping face. She was so serene and had no idea what had already been laid out for her, all the pain and suffering, in the name of good. She’ll have no choice. Just like the hero. The villain often stared at the hero in the domestic settings they sometimes found themselves in. He’d imagine her on a lunch break from some normal, boring office job when they got late night coffees during the hero’s night shifts. Or at a dinner party whenever they teamed up and went undercover at some fancy party. God- he would have given anything to save his hero from the fate that was chosen for her. The little girl had chubby cheeks and looked so dreadfully soft. Just like the hero.

Shit. The villain thought, looking at the baby. I have a chance to save you.

The villain sighed and leaned back, done reading the crumpled pages, discarding the documents on the coffee table, defeated, just like that. It only took 10 minutes. Maybe he had gone soft.

“Eloise. Her name is Eloise.” He exasperated. It was heart wrenching to hear the hero start to coo at the baby. “No living family.” He hammered the last nail on his coffin.

“Hello, little Lulu. Is that your name? Lulu? You’re so cute! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” She baby-talked, pecking kisses all over Eloise's forehead, evidently disturbing her sleep. “Oh sorry- sorry!” she whispered to the baby.

She turned to the villain, eyes twinkling with hope. “I can keep her? Right?” The villain crossed his arms.

“Hero, I’m not going to tell you what to do.”

“Haha- that’s your way of saying you unconditionally support me.” She said as she cuddled the baby even closer.

“Please let that child breathe, hero. You can’t hold her too close.” He reached a hand to push the baby a little further away from the hero’s chest. She beamed. “You’d be a great dad! Already keeping me in line!”

Please don’t start.

Despite himself, he looked for the best way to act disinterested and yet not fully close the window on that chance.

“No hero. I know how much this means to you, but I’m not taking care of a baby. I’m not sure if you’ve forgotten- I’m a villain. This is no environment for a child- even if I wanted one. You have my approval if that’s what you’re looking for, but that’s it.”

The hero ignored that, making a show of looking around the villain’s extremely cosy and expensive flat. Dark green wallpaper with flowers, a white brick fireplace with old books on the mantel. The place was decorated with the plushiest of carpets, and liveliest of plants. Each curtain hid a beautifully ornate window overlooking one of the safest areas in the inner city. The hero could see the hero offices which she resided in from here. Finally, her stare landed on the large spare bedroom where not only did the hero have a drawer of her things but had also spent countless nights in, recovering and playing patient to a medically trained villain. She raised her eyebrows at the villain.

“No.”

“Please.”

“Hero. You are always the one saying you wanted a family. This might be your only chance- ok, I get it. But she can’t stay here.

“I live in the dorms of the Hero Offices with 20 other heroes! I don’t and can’t have my own place! I’ll be found out for sure! There are probably a million people looking for her right now!”

“Hero-”

“Villain please. I can’t let them find her. I need you.” She placed a hand on his thigh, seemingly not noticing the villain’s twitch.

“Hero. I’m not a good person, you seem to forget. You cannot have that much trust in me-”

“You are the only person I can trust. Please.” She begged.

Perhaps the villain wasn’t the only one to blame, perhaps both of them had let this get too far. It started off normally, the fights, the one-liners, and bruises. And out of nowhere, the subtle flirting, the late night talks, the absolutely vulgar displays of emotions they’d never shared with anyone else, hit them like a brick. The hero had changed the villain’s life for the better. He no longer felt unbearably lonely and burdened, haunted by the constant terror and forcefulness of his occupation.

Villain had fallen in love months ago. And he had gotten far in distancing himself and learning to un-love. Now he had to take care of a baby with her that just happened to look like a perfect combination of both of them? His dark hair and tanned skin, her warm brown eyes and button nose. Just perfect.

“Fine.” He squeezed his eyes shut as the hero leaned against him, setting her head right under his neck, thankfully she didn’t hurl the baby to give him a hug. Maybe I deserve kisses on my forehead for Gods’ sake. He quickly hurled that thought away.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She beamed, kicking her feet. “This means so much, you have no idea!”

“Hero, this is temporary. If anyone finds out about this-”

“Ya, ya, I know. Don’t worry. Everything will be ok! I’ll make sure of it!”

The villain’s only hope was believing her. She was an atom bomb inside a 25 year old woman after all. Maybe he shouldn’t underestimate her. As she moved in towards the guestroom with Eloise, the villain watched intently, she set her down for a nap on the bed, and once she finally came out she looked determined and extremely excited. She plopped down on the couch making sure they were touching side by side so the villain could look at what she was seeing on her phone. Her fingers scrolled down a website titled ‘what to buy when you're expecting’ the villain groaned.

After an hour of the hero paraphrasing a multitude of blogs and villain jotting down notes, they had completed a list of things they needed to raise a child. The hero deflated when she mentioned how they’d have to skimp out on baby toys and clothes, but she quickly recovered after the villain reassured her money wouldn’t be an issue. Apparently villainy had its perks.

“So what are you going to do about the corporation? Can you really make sure this won’t happen again?” The villain asked the hero from the entrance way. The hero walked over, baby in arms, the villain helped the hero get her coat back on.

“Uh well. I maybe, sort of, accidentally, may have burned the place down…? Timidly she made eye contact with the villain who only chuckled.

“I may have also stolen any hard drive I could have found and threw it in the river.” The villain’s laugh only continued as he put a hand on the small of her back and led her out the door.

As they were walking to get a car seat- the first of many things on their list- the hero had asked the villain to hold Eloise while she used the lady’s room. She had been asleep when the villain got her but quickly after, she woke up. The villain immediately felt a panic and he feared she might start crying, he held her close, bouncing and hushing her to get her back to sleep. Eloise stared up at the villain for a long time before breaking into giggles, reaching her tiny arms up to touch his nose, getting the attention of the shoppers who started cooing at the handsome man rocking the baby with the loudest giggles ever.

Right then and there, as he felt the tiniest, softest hands grab his nose, the villain knew he was completely and utterly wrapped around, not only the hero’s finger, but of these tiny fingers as well.

pt 2

#hero x villain #villain x hero #enemies to lovers #writing #original fiction #no i wont stop writing about dad!villain #there will be a part 2 cause i love them dearly #mom hero???#dad villain #not proofread !!

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sseniita · 3 months

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prompt 2!

The hero ran quickly behind the debris of a building to catch their breath. They were exhausted and the red puddling beneath their feet and staining their hand wasn't a good sign either. The villain had been brutal today, never had the hero been thrown around so much. Every time the Villain hesitated to throw the final punch, to launch them too hard or really, truly, hurt them. But this time...

"They're not holding back..." the Hero realized.

The Villain quickly found them. "Oh Hero" they sang. "It's just me! Don't hold out on me". They grabbed them by the collar and sent them flying like a ragdoll. Hero went crashing into a building and in between the rumble and dust they began to smile.

What happens when an unstoppable force meets another one? The villain had asked the hero. Ever wondered what would happen if just once we gave it our all? Gosh, I imagine it feels like when the chiropractor cracks all the right spots.

The Hero powered themselves up, running back out towards the Villain, and with a relaxed and giddy expression they realized "They're not holding back."

#hero and villain #writing #criticism welcome #im alive guys i promis #just eepy #hero and villain are masochists?#nah- just stressed #and have stiff backs #villain x hero

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sseniita · 3 months

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god tier seduction

(cw suggestive?? not really)

His eyes darkened under his long black lashes.

"Stop that."

The villain loomed far taller than she did. He was long, slender and sharp around the edges. A perfect shadow. She was softer, shorter, her long wavy hair puffing around the frame of her face acting like curtains- shielding her. He raised an eyebrow, eyes bored but calculating.

"Stop what?" His voice barely above a whisper.

"That. That villain stare you do. Save that for the others, will you?"

"Are you suggesting you get special treatment from me?"

"I'm suggesting that you cut that out." she pressed further.

The villain chuckled, pacing towards the hero, kicking his legs lazily with every step. Finally two or three feet away from the hero. Hero stood straight and unrelenting under the villain's eyes, smooth as glass.

"You do, you know." He said matter-of-factly. "I'd never treat a Hero as luxuriously as I treat you." His gaze lingered a bit too long on the Hero's figure, sizing her up like she were prey. He tilted his head- the hero's que to respond something witty but nothing only curiosity came out.

"Why?" Her question seemed to please the villain.

"Darling! Look at yourself, I mean besides that, what is there to even dislike. Your unwavering..." He paused to find the right word. "Humanity. Courage, grace, optimism, intelligence. My love, I could go on."

He sneaked closer and when he softly grabbed the hero's face in his hands, she let him. "You're perfect. In every sense of the word, dear."

That wasn't new. Hero was perfect. She was thin where it looked best, and softer too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, sun kissed skin. Her tight pink spandex suit hugs all the right places, not too flashy but definitely recognizable. Her voice was like honey most of the time, often compared to her own nemesis'. She's heard it all before- the epitome of 'beauty' as some would call it. Although she'd prefer the villain arched nose, tanned skin and brown eyes.

In fact she was called perfect in the same way the villain was called cunning, genius, handsome, and compelling. Maybe that's why her cheeks flushed red and her pupils dilated. Maybe that's why he let her play with her hair as he continued whispering sweet nothings to her. Maybe it was because this was no longer the masses praising a god; but rather a god praising it's own mirror image.

The villain's hand found it's way to a scar hidden in her golden curls behind her ear. Barely 4 centimeters in length, a thin thread of raised, white skin where hair didn't grow anymore. No one knew it was there. No one except Villain.

He moved his index finger smoothly up and down the scar, almost caringly.

"I love that this is our secret." He whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver. His lips slowly inched closer until they were on her scar, they stayed there, biting and kissing, making the hero sigh with pleasure, solely supporting her head in the villain's hands.

It all finally clicked for the hero as she silently chuckled. The villain hummed, seemingly asking what's so funny?

"You only like it cause it's my only imperfection, it's you. You are my only imperfection." It seemed funny that Hero notices just now with the villain practically slobbering at their neck. He didn't seem to disturbed though. Egotistical bastard.

Without moving the villain of exactly where he shouldn't be, Hero reached for his wrist on the other side of her face. She slipped her thumb under his sleeve to find a matching scar to her's. His was thicker, planned, and much, much cleaner than her's. The villain pulled away to look at his hero.

Without breaking eye contact, she put his scar to her mouth and kissed it, every so gently- villain considered it heaven, but in reality they both knew it was an act of war. It really didn't matter to the villain as the hero made her way from his wrist to his lips, where they would revisit again and again against all better judgement.

#hero x villain #original fiction #writing #hero and villain #villain x hero #toxic villain lol #muhahahh i wish i could add more #but it'd just be to much eheh #love yall

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