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defectivehero · 23 hours

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Hello! If ur requests are open, I'd love to see a villain or hero trying to break down the walls of their enemy, who's whole purpose is to be a tool. Denied everything for the sake of a single goal, a mere sacrifice, destined to die :)

this ask is so peko pekoyama & izuru kamakura coded. and i love it so much. warnings: manipulation, child abuse, graphic depictions of injury/violence/blood, dehumanization

"Ah, you're awake," the villain realizes aloud, looking at the hero. "I was hoping to get some answers from you."

The hero is silent. They look surprisingly calm, despite the situation they find themself in: bound to a chair, a blindfold secured around their eyes. They don't look unnerved, startled; there's no emotion in their expression—no modicum of energy or presence to denote them as even remotely human.

Admittedly, this hero has intrigued the villain, ever since the moment they met. The hero had moved with a mechanical precision, and the villain was surprised to find that their precision extended to every other facet of their life. There is no boundary between work and personal life for the hero—because they simply don't have a personal life. At least, that's what the villain has found. They'd love to be proven wrong at this point—would love to be proven wrong about their lingering suspicions regarding the cruelty of the local hero agency.

"What did you want to ask about?" The hero asks, as if they are the one controlling the conversation. And maybe they are. The villain blinks, thrown back into reality.

"Why are you...?" The villain tries to say. They're not quite sure how to proceed. They take a slow breath and start pacing around the hero, hoping to quell their restless energy. They are the one in control. "No. What did the agency do to you?"

"Why do you care?" The hero hums. There isn't a denial of any kind—"They didn't do anything to me" wasn't a response. The villain's stomach stews in unease.

"Answer the question," the villain demands.

"Very well," the hero answers carefully.

In hindsight, the villain should've braced themself for the answer. They were so focused on the question that they neglected to prepare themself for the nearly infinite amount of possibilities—unspeakably cruel possibilities. They're suddenly grateful that they blindfolded the hero—grateful that the hero won't be able to see their expression. Because what they say next breaks the villain’s composure.

"I was seven when it happened… My powers manifested. I didn't know how to use them. It was bound to happen."

"...What was bound to happen?" The villain hears themself say. Their voice sounds like a stranger’s.

"I was kidnapped walking home from school. One moment, there was a sharp pain on the back of my head; the next, I woke up to a glass cage and a manacle secured around my ankle."

The villain is biting the inside of their cheek so hard they can taste blood. They shouldn't be surprised, but they are.

"I didn't know where I was or what was happening. I was just a child." The hero continues. The villain wants to think that there's a trace of emotion in the hero's voice after the latter statement, but they get the feeling it's just their imagination.

"For a while, I was alone. I don't know how long. I tried to summon my powers, but they still weren't under control. I nearly killed myself in my attempt to escape.

"Then, someone visited. It was a man in a dark suit. He unlocked the cage, or manipulated it, I can't remember—and walked up to me. There was a glass of water in his hand. I was so thirsty.

"I was too young to know any different, too young to question what was clearly a kind gesture. I took a sip... My vision spiraled and I fell to the ground.

"I woke up on an operating table, with people staring down at me through advanced medical equipment. Tears were slipping down my cheeks, from the brightness of the lights above. Someone secured a mask on my face. I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't move.

"I woke up on the floor of my cage, in a pool of my own blood. There was a giant wound on my forearm, leaking pus. I dry-heaved over and over again. Nothing came up.

"I got a lot of visitors after that. It was clear that they did something to me. Suddenly, I was getting meals three times a day, books and video games to keep me busy... I must've been eight or nine years old at that point—old enough to understand that I was nothing more than a lab rat."

It takes them several moments for the villain to find their voice. "...And then?" They manage to ask. They stopped pacing minutes ago—now they're standing across from the bound hero.

"Then I was trained," the hero says. "Brought to the brink of my exhaustion over and over again, day after day. Months passed, then years... like granules of sand slipping through my fingers."

"I was soon trusted to participate in missions. I didn't know what was happening, why I was fighting who I was fighting. All I knew... was the hollowness in my chest and the commands inscribed on my mind itself."

The villain is silent. They don't trust themself to speak—they know their voice would break, betraying their thoughts.

At some point, the hero is the one to break the silence. They tilt their head to the side slightly, leveling the villain with what they can assume to be a curious gaze under the blindfold. "Why have you captured me? Do you hope to rehabilitate me?"

"It won't work," the hero says before the villain can answer. Somehow, they've ascertained that their capture was motivated by that exact desire: the wish for rehabilitation, the visceral need to do something good for someone other than themself. "They have broken me beyond repair." The hero's voice is hollow.

"Everyone can be fixed," the villain responds.

"But I am not a person. I am just a shell, an empty husk. An amalgamation of observations on human behavior, with no memories, no passions, no opinions. I don't even have a name."

Somehow, this is what breaks them. Somehow, the villain survived the onslaught of horrible information, suffered through the retelling of dehumanizing events and cruelty beyond measure. Yet this is what breaks them: the hero does not have a name. A name: a concept so simple. Even animals have names—they are ascribed names by humans. What does it say that this person has no name? They have been deemed lower than humans, lower than animals. They are merely a tool. A weapon.

The villain's thoughts are spiraling. They feel themself moving before they can stop. They robotically break the distance between the two of them, until they're standing over the hero. The hero must sense their proximity, but they do not respond—do not even flinch or move. The villain bites the inside of their cheek hard and begins untying the ropes around the hero's limbs.

"What are you doing?" The hero asks. They sound vaguely surprised. But the villain is nearly certain it’s just an act.

"Leave," the villain demands, their hands shaking ever so slightly as they finish freeing the hero. "Go."

There's a brief flicker of emotion on the hero's face—a quick flash of complete, utter confusion. It happens so fast that the villain can just barely comprehend it, can just barely grasp that the hero may, deep down, have the freedom to express genuine emotion. But as quick as it appears, the confusion is gone: smoothed over by an infuriatingly blank slate.

The villain watches the hero leave. The moment the door clicks shut, the bile on their tongue rises and they dry-heave. They cough and take deep breaths, feeling their throat burn with more than just acid. Unshed tears linger in their eyes, in the back of their throat.

Is the hero past saving? More importantly, do they even want to be saved?

The villain rubs a hand over their face and walks back to the wooden chair where the hero sat moments ago, kicking it over in a rush of pure frustration. It slides across the floor with a horrible screeching noise.

The villain is overcome with an intense desire to do something rather uncharacteristic: they want to free the hero from the agency's chains. And, hell, it's not out of a foolish desire to do something good. Not anymore. Somewhere, deep down, the villain wants the person they just spoke to—who has only known cruelty—to be given a chance to truly live.

It's ironic. The villain has been fighting heroes for years, unaware that the real evil has been under their nose this entire time. Because, while the heroes may be purveyors of justice, the nature of that "justice" is determined by the agency. It's the agency that contributes to the systemic oppression running rampant in their city, it's the agency that manufactures people and turns them into weapons.

The villain clenches their restless hands at their sides. It seems they have to make a slight change to their plans.

i can't tell if i'm happy with how this turned out or not. i feel like the ending kind of sucks, but whatever. it is what it is.

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the-modern-typewriter · 3 months

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Hi! I’m looking for some more tumblr writing blogs similar to yours if you had any recommendations you’d be willing to share!

There are a lot of hero and villain writers on tumblr! @creweemmaeec11 has a whole community going, so may be more up to date than me!

(Sorry if this list misses anyone! It's by no means exhaustive.)

@gingerly-writing, @yourheartonfire, @thepenultimateword, @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room, @saltydumplings, @save-the-villainous-cat, @creweemmaeec11, @amethystpath-writes, @selene-stories, @some-messed-up-writing-for-you, @onestopheroxvillain, @booberryfun, @watercolorfreckles, @vigilantetendencies, @enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers, @nuttynutcycle, @defectivehero, @caffeinewitchcraft, @recklessfiction, @snowshowerwriting, @deckofaces

Anyone else who writes in the hero/villain, enemies to lovers, romance/fantasy ballpark, please feel free to add your name so people can find you!

#writeblr #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain community

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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i mean yes there are a bunch of writers for this tag but. I can only find like mha characters x f!reader for some reason so if you don't mind please lead me to those other writers

BRO ARE YOU KIDDING ME THERE ARE SO MANY

@epiclamer

@some-messed-up-writing-for-you

@avvail

@gingerly-writing

@the-modern-typewriter

@creweemmaeec11

@watercolorfreckles

@amethystpath-writes

@nuttynutcycle

@saltydumplings

@autocrats-in-love

@thepenultimateword

@lesbianwriter

@defectivehero

@snowshowerwriting

And seriously, so many more. In the last year the community grew like crazy. Just search for hero x villain and try not to get overwhelmed by the abundance.

#no writing #GASP

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Dear justbreakonme,

Tis I the ominous crab, I am here to propose a concept. I have already tormented @autocrats-in-love and @defectivehero with this concept and now it is your turn dear justbreakonme !

How long do you think it would take you to notice if you were in a tube water slide but it was infinite and just never ended? Like it looked normal from the outside but once you got in it just kept going. You couldn’t climb back up because the water would just push you back down. How would that make you feel? How would you feel knowing you were going to be in wet isolated tube forever?

Sure there are occasionally turns in the slide and the lights get dimmer when it’s night and the water park is empty, but everyday until infinity you are stuck looping inside a water slide.

Sincerely,

🦀🔪

#infinitube

This is by far the most alarming ask that I’ve ever gotten.

I’d say maybe 2 minutes, 5 tops, then from there? Honestly, I’d probably go through the stages of grief knowing that my family and friends would have no clue where I had gone or what had happened to me and that I’d leave a lot of things unfinished.

My parents would have lost two children, and I wouldn’t get to be the third generation author in my family, and my siblings would lose their oldest sister.

I don’t know what would happen to my best friend. I love my best friend so much and I know he feels the same way about me, and the idea of disappearing on him without a trace breaks my heart more than anyone could ever know.

I’d never get to see my cat full grown, my car would sit unmoving for who knows how long, and I’d never get to know my youngest cousin.

Eventually, I’d probably grow apathetic, knowing everyone I’d ever loved would be long gone, and then from there, that’d be it. Blank nothingness.

I don’t know if this was the kind of answer you had been looking for but I can’t even think about losing my best friend and family without crying so that’s all that I’d really care about. I’ve been going through a really hard time recently and sometimes I still have that nagging thought in the back of my head that it would just be easier to stop, but it’s quickly brushed away for all these reasons, and I’m glad.

#tw death #sort of #akin to death #not whump #asks #ominous crab #tw suicidal thoughts #slight mention #tw suicide

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just-a-space-rabbit · 1 year

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Dear @just-a-space-rabbit ,

Tis I the ominous crab, I am here to propose a concept. I have already tormented @autocrats-in-love and @defectivehero and @justbreakonme and now it is your turn!

You couldn’t climb back up because the water would just push you back down. You wouldn’t be able to get dry enough to get any traction.

Sure there are occasionally turns in the slide and the lights get dimmer when it’s night and the water park is empty, but everyday until infinity you are stuck looping inside a water slide.

How would that make you feel? How would you feel knowing you were going to be in wet isolated tube forever?

Sincerely,

🦀🔪

#infinitube

Hello ominous crab, and what an ominous question O_O

Well, the boring answer to that is: Never. Since I loathe tube water slide, and just would not probably never go into one if I can.

But if I were forced into one, then probably around a minute? Depending on how big it looked like from the outside. And I’m going to be honest it’s sound like one of the worst places to be stuck at in infinity. A small, wet, cold, and noisy place, with the constant smell of chlorine. I’m not sure at what time I would have gone mad from it all.

Since you said I’ll be there until infinity, so I’ll take it as I can’t starve or die. in that case I think that at one point I’ll probably just lay down in the water in acceptance and forget my surroundings, as I rather explore my imagination and probably create a imaginary world were tube water slide and chlorinated water dose not exist.

So yeah… um… hope that is a good answer? And thank you for the ask :)

#ask #🦀🔪#infinitube

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Tis I the ominous crab,

You know what you did @sterickswrites I have already tormented @autocrats-in-love and @defectivehero and @justbreakonme , And now as consequence of being someone whose writing I enjoy you shall face the infinitube.

You couldn’t climb back up because the water would just push you back down. You wouldn’t be able to get dry enough to get any traction.

Sure there are occasionally turns in the slide and the lights get dimmer when it’s night and the water park is empty, but everyday until infinity you are stuck looping inside a water slide.

How would that make you feel? How would you feel knowing you were going to be in wet isolated tube forever?

Sincerely,

🦀🔪

#infinitube #polar express #why did that movie look like that? #ominous crab

Oh my goodness, Ominous Crab, can I call you Ominous? Or would you prefer Crab?

That sounds like torture. And I feel like it wouldn't take me very long to realize it's an infinite tube.

I will say, that is one way to do aquamation, perhaps a little inefficient, but an interesting way lol.

Also THANK YOU! Polar Express the film hits the creepy valley so hard for me. And literally everyone in my family made fun of me when I said that it freaked me out. My fiance really wanted to watch it, so I had to lay on the bed with my back turned to the screen and listen (listening is ok!) and then they would tell me when it was just landscapes and I can look

Thank you for stopping by, Ominous Crab. Please feel free to visit any time (and request or drop interesting conundrums)

#serickswrites #asks

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ao3feed-snape · 1 year

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dancing around you

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/20xv9nC

by defectivevillain (defectivehero)

“You’re rather popular, tonight,” Severus scoffs, once the two of you are back in the Great Hall. For some reason, he almost sounds annoyed. You then remember that the two of you have been together for most of the night, and that any distraction would indirectly affect him too. You push down your guilt and pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s not like you asked for any attention. You would have been fine to stalk the shadows.

In which Severus and you have to be chaperones at the Yule Ball.

Words: 1724, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of heartburn

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Severus Snape, Reader, Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts Students

Relationships: Severus Snape & Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Minerva McGonagall & Reader, Minerva McGonagall & Severus Snape

Additional Tags: Triwizard Tournament (Harry Potter), Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Ambiguous Relationships, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Pining, Jealousy, BAMF Minerva McGonagall, Minerva McGonagall & Severus Snape Friendship, Ballroom Dancing, no pronouns used, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, GN Reader, male reader - Freeform, Reader is a Hogwarts Professor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/20xv9nC

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape

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rekhyt-of-arcadia · 2 years

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“I was destined for this,” the Master grinned, gesturing madly to Gallifrey's ruins with their arms. The Doctor scoffed.

“No,” they objected, clenching their fists. “You were destined to play the role of the failed antagonist. You were never meant for more than that. So, be quiet and play the part you were given.”

Timeless Children additional scene (slightly au) where the Doctor has had enough of the Master's gloating and killing.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #the master #the dhwan!master #the doctor #timeless child #gallifrey #additional scene?#au? maybe?#defectivehero #originally a writing prompt #sacha dhawan #jodie whittaker #my post

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defectivehero · 1 month

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If you'd like, please write about an injured hero who needs to be carried around by villain! >:D

“One more complaint and I’m dropping you,” the villain announces, briefly readjusting their grip. They have one arm looped under the hero's knee and the other supporting their enemy's back.

The hero has been steadily avoiding eye contact, instead looking ahead. They look a bit flustered, for some reason. “This is humiliating,” the hero sighs, looking down at their ankle with a menacing glare.

“Yes, it is humiliating,” the villain agrees, an annoyed expression on their face as they stare ahead. They thank the stars that they're walking down a rather narrow and abandoned side street. They wouldn't be able to do this downtown, in broad daylight—both because they're too prideful, and because someone may recognize them. “Maybe if you had paid attention instead of tripping over nothing-”

“Hey, that’s not very nice bedside manner,” the hero interjects. The villain has to take a moment to process that statement.

“Bedside manner is for people who are ill or dying,” the villain sighs, “You’re just dramatic.” Gods, why do they even bother? They could be at home right now, washing the dried blood from their skin and melting under the warm water from their shower. Instead, they're carrying the hero across town as if they're some sort of delivery service. Absolutely ridiculous.

“You haven’t dropped me,” the hero points out. They look far too smug for the villain's liking. Indeed, their next remark nearly makes the villain's jaw crack from how hard they're gritting their teeth. “So I must be doing something right.”

The villain takes a deep breath, trying to maintain their composure. Leave it to their enemy to make a simple act of kindness so painful, overcomplicated, and tedious. “You’re clinging onto my neck so tightly that I’ll get whiplash if I drop you,” the villain feels the need to point out.

“Fair enough,” the hero acquiesces. After a moment’s contemplation, they loosen their grip on their neck. The villain can almost feel the weight slowly seeping from their shoulders. They had underestimated the hero's grip strength, it seems.

They expect the hero to be still once more, but their enemy doesn't relax. It only takes a few moments for them to snap. "Stop squirming," the villain demands.

"I was loosening my grip, asshole-" The hero seethes irritatedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?" The villain asks, making a show of looking around at the empty street around them. "Was I just insulted for helping my enemy back to their agency—which, might I say, is an entirely voluntary and selfless act of heroism?"

The hero scoffs and rolls their eyes. "Oh, please," they huff. The villain gets the feeling that, if their arms were free, they'd cross them over their chest in indignation. "You wouldn't know heroism if it punched you in the face."

The villain just stares at them, waiting for them to catch on to what they just said. The hero connects the dots moments later, as they evidently realize that they themself have indeed punched the villain in the face before.

An awkward tension clings to the air. The villain continues walking down the street towards the hero's agency, internally cursing their pure heart. If this is how inconvenient it is to be a hero, then they don't plan on doing anything remotely good ever again.

Mercifully, the building begins to appear in the distance. As the villain crosses the street, the hero begins to murmur. “Let’s go in through the back,” they say, “Just turn the corner, there’s a door back there-”

“Oh, absolutely not,” the villain interjects immediately. "If we're doing this, then we're doing this." They readjust their grip once more and stroll towards the elaborate front doors of the city's top superhero agency. They can feel the hero stiffen in their arms.

“Please, no,” the hero begs them. The villain doesn’t bother listening, instead continuing to walk purposefully towards the entrance. The security is laughably lax at this hour. It's when they cross the threshold of the entrance that the hero attempts to break free from their grasp. Thankfully, the villain had been expecting them to do just that, and they manage to hold tight.

The villain pointedly clears their throat, satisfied with the way the occupants of the foyer immediately swivel around and stare with gazes of recognition. “I think I have something of yours,” they announce, looking down at the hero in their arms. At this point, the hero is positively wriggling in their arms—desperate for escape. The villain finally decides to take pity on them and they release their grip, leaving the hero to fall to the ground.

“Ouch.” The hero mutters once they hit the ground. The villain rolls their eyes, knowing that the hero managed to break their fall with a tactical roll and land without injury. They push themselves to stand on one foot and someone nearby rushes to their side, providing them adequate support to remain balanced on one side.

Everyone's eyes are on them, as if they're waiting for the villain to do something. "You may carry on," the villain orders, when a few seconds pass and the onlookers continue to stare expectantly. Their voice seems to break through the confusion and anticipation, and the people scattered around the space return to whatever they were doing. "I've done my civic duty for the year." They mutter to themself, turning on their heel and heading for the door.

"Hey." The hero's voice makes them freeze in place. The villain inhales slowly, summoning more patience. They turn around and manifest a calm expression.

"What?" They ask, struggling to keep the frustration from their voice.

"Thanks." The hero smiles.

"Just- don't let it happen again," the villain answers, looking away from the hero's far-too-bright smile. They turn on their heel and walk away, pushing away any and all feelings born from their enemy's gratitude.

endnotes below!

the villain, holding the hero by the scruff of their neck: look what i foundddd!

the villain: this heroism stuff sucks. the hero: *expresses their gratitude and smiles* the villain, visibly flustered: now hold on a second...

this dynamic really amuses me. I can't get rid of the mental image of the villain holding the hero by the scruff of the neck like a kitten, and the hero just kind of hanging there in defeat. good stuff.

the villain lies awake that night, unable to stop thinking about the hero. :3

and thanks to the anon who sent this request! I posted a cry for help yesterday very briefly and then got embarrassed and deleted it, but! the original point still stands: my ask box is open! send me stuff and i *may* write it!

if ur reading this, ily <3 hehe

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flava-proelium · 7 years

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💄(THIS WILL BE A MISTAKE)

Makeup Disaster - @defectivehero

± “I’ll give you ten seconds to run away from me before I key lock you.” The shade was not right for her body type, and couldn’t afford makeup remover. He better hope that water could eventually rub it off. She’d hate to look like an idiot and ask one of her female coworkers how to remove it.

She had been out for several minutes after hitting her head pretty hard. The Ex-SOLDIER must have had a bit of fun in his spared time, though frankly, he could have just killed her off right. Though why he had not done so as of yet was not on the top of her priority. If he was going to play dress up, at least pick colors that looked good on her. Even if she normally did not care.

#defectivehero #;; Confirm or Deny (Answered Inquiries) ;;#;; Spared Time (Queue)

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ffvii-aesthetics · 7 years

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What if, I wasn’t meant to be a hero? After all, death only seems to follow me. But it hasn’t taken me yet.

Made for a canon-divergent Evil!Cloud Strife.

#FFVII #Final Fantasy VII #Final Fantasy Aesthetics #AU Aesthetics #defectivehero

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booberryfun · 2 years

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Ehem,

Dear Heroes, Villains, Sidekicks, Superheroes, Supervillains (including retired ones) Civilians, Witches, Wizards, even Whumpers, Whumpees and Caretakers (if you find the following question interesting) and literally everyone else,

If you were a villain, what would your backstory be?

I’m tagginggg:

@kitsunesakii @letthebodyfall @livingforthewhump @corruptedtwibunny @creweemmaeec11 @amethystpath-writes @a-blue-comedy @avvail @akawrites000 @bleeding-letters @coffeewritesfiction @chocomarsuniverse @deckofaces @defectivehero @enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers @epiclamer @equestrianwritingsstuff @esperosisdoeswriting @flowerypeaches @gingerly-writing @galaxy-mermaid-musi @gwenapple @itsleighlove @kaiwewi @kactus-loves-writing @larinzz @letters-unsending @literally-just-kirby @morallygreyprompts @mirohtron @nuttynutcycle @nightfrostshadow @obsessed-over-hot-villains @omegaventus @phoenixisdabestwriter @paperburrows @playssilly @romancepromptsforthevillainous @rainy-knights-of-villany @some-messed-up-writing-for-you @the-modern-typewriter @the-tsar-unanswerable @thepenultimateword @token-homosexual @the-luminol-writer @undeadnotunreasonable @vigilantetendencies @villainsandcivilians @watercolorfreckles @wisteria-whump

Feel free to tag more people I’m dyinggg to know ><

#hero #villain #civilian #sidekick #supervillain #superhero #prompt #writing prompt #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain community #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #muhahaha I can finally get some insights on why you guys choose villainy

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creweemmaeec11 · 3 years

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What I'm So Afraid Of

The villain hesitated for a moment, and it made the hero's heart sink.

"Come on, I only asked what your favourite colour was. That's like, the easiest question I could think of!"

The villain fidgeted, looking to the ground, an expression like they were mad at themselves. Regardless, they relented.

"It's... uh, blue,"

"Blue..." the hero deadpanned, unimpressed and disappointed by the uncertainty in the other's voice.

"it is!" The villain urged, but the hero just shook their head.

"It's okay, I get it, you still don't trust me yet," the hero replied as they stood up, trying to sound like they were unbothered despite how obvious the hurt was in their voice.

"What!? No! Of course I trust you! It's just-"

"Don't, please." The hero replied, "having trust issues and needing more time to trust me is one thing. And that's okay! I don't mind that." they explained, "but.. lying to me about it is another," the hero fidgeted, "I- I know you're only trying to make me feel better, but..."

The hero sighed, running their fingers through their hair, "I'm gonna head to bed early tonight. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" they said, trying for a smile before turning and walking off toward their bedroom leaving a very sad and guilty feeling villain on the couch behind them.

It wasn't that they didn't *trust* the hero, in fact, they would trust the other with their life; that wasn't the problem.

No, the *problem* was the villain themselves. Who -and, more importantly, *what*,- they were.

What if something made them remember just what kind of monster they were dating?

The villain waited a full hour before going to bed themselves, quietly slipping into the dark bedroom, relieved to see their partner was sound asleep.

The hero was laid on their side, facing them, but had their face half-buried in the blankets. The sight brought a small, silent, yet pained smile to the villain's face.

As quietly as possible, they slipped into their side of the bed, looking down at the hero next to them.

The villain sighed, "I really wish you'd listen to me sometimes when I say you deserve so much better," they whispered, reaching over to very gently tuck a strand of the hero's hair behind their ear.

"I'm not afraid to tell you something as personal as my biggest fear, I'm afraid of how you'll react when the answer is: losing you,"

They glanced over, admiring the sleeping hero next to them.

"I'm not afraid to tell you simple stuff like my favourite pastry is a cinnamon bun. I'm afraid of telling you that's because it's the only pastry I've ever *had,* after *you* got me one,"

The villain brushed over the hero's hair gently, something they always did to help the other sleep, smiling when the hero leaned into the touch.

"My coolest talent is I can pick almost any lock. I can't tell you my parent's names cuz' I never knew them. You already know what my hobbies and bad habits are," they explained, laughing under their breath slightly at the last one before continuing, "but any of those things could just serve to remind you what kind of monster you sleep with every night,"

The villain shook their head, huffing a laugh of self-pityI'm, "and I'm certainly not afraid to tell you my favourite colour is ocean blue, I'm afraid to tell you it's because that's the colour of your eyes. What... what if you think that's creepy?" They took a deep breath, "I've *never * not trusted you. I'm not scared of giving you information. Im afraid it will make you finally remember what I am, and that you've made a mistake. I'm terrified of not waking up beside you,"

They glanced over again, and thankfully the hero was still asleep.

The villain gave a deep sigh, before leaning down to kiss the top of their lover's head gently.

"I'm sorry," they whispered, before pulling back up and-

Awake. The hero was awake.

Their eyes were all but *gleaming* up at the villain next to them, a smile plastered on their face.

The villain immediately froze, statue still, like a mouse that had been spotted by a cat.

Except this mouse also lit up a bright firetruck red.

How long had the hero been awake!?

The hero laughed, genuinely, but before the villain could react, the hero grabbed their hips, pulling them closer on the bed and subsequently causing the villain to topple over backwards.

"You're forgiven, you big dork," the hero replied with a smile, hands still on the other's hips as they supported themselves to loom over the villain below.

They giggled again at whatever expression they received, not giving their partner a chance to reply before leaning down to bring their lips together.

"I never knew you could be so soft and sweet," the hero teased when they finally broke, lifting themselves to look down at the other again.

The villain somehow blushed more. "You weren't supposed to know..." they muttered, pouting and glancing away, "I was afraid-"

"Well, believe it or not," the hero replied, cutting them off and leaning down to kiss the other's nose, who squeaked, "you've got nothing to be afraid of,"

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