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maybeitsalivescribbles · 2 days

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VH - Turn over

A menacing silhouette stepped into the prison and stared at the hero in silence. Behind the bars, the prisoner raised his shining eyes, looking very frail and helpless.

“Oh no,” he whimpered, twisting his hands. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I beg of you, Villain, I’m-”

The other cut across him, shaking his head:

“You can stop.”

“But-”

“I know who you are. You’re the hero who’s an invincible vampire, aren't you? You don’t have to pretend. I surrender.”

“Ah.”

Hero slowly grinned, showing his pointed teeth, looking a lot less helpless:

“Good.”

Villain nodded slightly and sat on the chair in front of the cell, his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands clasped in front of him. The other tapped on the bars to get his attention:

“I gotta ask, do you imprison every guy who you surrender to?”

“I know this can’t hold you for long-”

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

“-but I wanted to talk.”

Vampire Hero groaned:

“We’re not doing that. If you think I have time for listening to how amazing or blameless you are, I’d rather drink you until you collapse.”

“No, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

Villain hesitated for a moment, then said, avoiding his gaze:

“When did you realize you were on the bad side?”

“Uh?”

“Before you switched, I mean. When did you realize you were...well, evil?”

Vampire Hero tilted his head, intrigued:

“Since the beginning? I mean, I liked to cut animals and make my whipping boy suffer when I was a toddler. That wasn’t really hard to put two and two together. I'm an asshole, not an idiot.”

“A whipping boy, you mean-”

“A literal whipping boy, yeah. Father offered me one and punished him every time I misbehaved. That was a good birthday gift, a long time ago.”

“So being a vampire hasn’t corrupted your soul or-”

“Nah. Can’t corrupt what’s already rotten.”

“I see.”

There was a moment of silence. Villain didn’t move. Vampire Hero huffed a little, his patience growing thin.

“How can you look so lost in your own prison?”

“It wasn’t like that for me.”

“Oh there we go, the monologue. Keep going, and I’ll rip off the bars of the cell and come for you next.”

“Go ahead, I won’t use it anymore.”

A bar creaked in answer. Villain didn’t look up once.

“I thought my work was for the best,” he said after a while. “I thought us with powers deserved more of society. Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t care.”

“Surely you must have. A little.”

“We’re not from the same time, remember? I had a castle and servants and human toys. Society never bothered me much.”

“It must have been nice, not having to care.”

Vampire Hero shrugged.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Didn’t work out that great for me, did it?”

“I had to care. I had to cling to life every day to survive. I was nearly killed by people thinking I was a freak because I had powers.”

“It doesn’t look like they did a great job, then.”

Villain raised his head a little:

“I just wanted a place where we weren't bullied all the time, so I created my own group. As it grew, so did our ambitions-”

“Aw man, that is gonna take a while.”

Sulking, the vampire threw himself on the ground and began to fidget with the bar he had ripped off. While he bent it as easily as it was clay, Villain kept on, barely giving him a glance:

“I thought that no one listened to us, you see? So we had to make people listen.”

“Except that it doesn't make sense. Since when are powers a problem here? I don’t know much about the outside world, but even I know that heroes are adored and stuff. They have fanclubs and everything.”

“But you have to be a hero, that's the problem. If you can teleport and want to be anything else, like a baker or something, you’re shamed by society unless you hide who you are. If you’re born with powers, the hero agencies are already breathing on your neck.”

“I find this expression offensive. Look, I’ve made a noodle!”

Villain glanced at the twirled bar the vampire was playing with:

“Very nice.”

“Thank you. I used to twist any iron bar that I had in my hands. It makes so much more damage when it pops out of the body.”

Villain stared at the wall for a second and cleared his throat:

“...Anyway, we were building a community. I met my first friends and my lover there.”

“Congrats. I don’t care.”

“As with all communities, tensions grew. I wanted to take more action. I thought that protests weren’t enough.”

“Yeah, I’ve read your file. Killed a lot of humans and exploded a lot of stuff. Classic.”

“I wanted to be heard! Our group went from inefficient to dangerous, but where is the limit? Where is the perfect middle spot?”

“No idea.”

“Me neither. My husband tried to bring me back to protests, but I wouldn’t listen to him. We argued until the moment when I- when he-”

Villain turned his head away:

“I tried to keep on, but it doesn’t make sense without him. Our community is riffled with conflicts. None of it makes sense anymore. So I surrender.”

He stood up and pulled out the key of the cell from his pocket. Vampire Hero squinted at him, curious despite himself:

“So, how did you kill your husband?”

Villain looked at him, horrified:

“What? I didn’t! He left me.”

The door opened. Vampire Hero jumped on his feet and burst out of his cell, chirping:

“Let’s go!”

He passed next to Villain and went through the exit, leaving the latter staring at him:

“Are you- Aren’t you going to drink me or something-”

The hero shrugged and patted his arm, a little smile on his face:

“Eh. I’m not hungry.”

Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

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thepenultimateword · 2 months

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Prompt #269

Hero:

Your profile says you like stargazing. Would you wanna fly around some time? I can get us an extra good view 😉

Villain:

This is Villain.

Hero:

Dang it!! Stop being on every powered people dating app I use!

Villain:

I think the real question is how you keep matching with me on every dating app you use.

Hero:

I’m not doing it on purpose!!! I’m just not used to seeing you in civilian clothes and keep getting confused!!

And you have to match with me too you know! So I could say the same about you!! Why are you swiping up when you know it’s me?!

Villain:

Honestly? Because it’s hilarious 😆🫰

Hero:

I’m blocking you. AGAIN.

Villain:

Awww, but that stargazing date sounded fun.

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just-a-space-rabbit · 8 days

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Wellcome to the Villain flea market™

Have you stolen too much this year? Gotten bored of those ancient jewels? Is your lair getting too full of rare stuff that doesn't give you the wow factor anymore? Well, I might have something for you!

Introducing the Villain flea market™

Try selling your stolen goods here at the Villain flea market™! The market that is only once a year, just for villains like you! 🫵

(And for the heroes out there! Altho, the rules state that there are no heroes allowed. Heroes can still try to join, as breaking rules just to sell your stuff is quite a… villainous thing to do. But we do recommend dawning a disguise 🥸)

Don’t have a stall to sell out of? Don’t worry! We at the Villain flea market™ can help you, with this little Picrew made just for this occasion: Villain Market stall

(Note: you do not need to make a picture if you don’t want to! Text only is fine)

Here is my stall! 🐇🌙

I got 4 items on sale for you today!

First up we got my favorite Spheal pokemon card, ain’t he cute? I stole this one along with all the other cards from a scalper some month back.

Second item is this strange hat, I think it’s some earth fashion since that is where I stole it from. It’s too heavy for me, so I’ll trade it for a cuter and lighter hat.

Next up we got an orb of eternal flame. It’s a nice orb of eternal flame. But with it, my room is too warm to sit with a blanket, so I would rather sell it. And no, I won't tell you where I got it from.

And at last I got one crate of fresh bananas! I’ll give you one bannana for free, it’s rich in potassium!

Tagging:

@heroes-villains-side-blog, @hopefullywritingahit, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @hufflepuffwritingstuff2, @bluejay-in-flight and anyone that wants to join.

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creadigol · 6 months

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*This one also contains and bit of a creepy villain. Mentions of stalking.

Detective knew they had made a wrong turn the moment the light overhead went out.

There was something initially creepy about an alleyway in the middle of the night, but when the one and only light source burned out…that was another level. Perhaps they should call the city planners about having dark allies…not that they thought they would have the chance now.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” came the ice cold voice from behind them. “You’ve been annoyingly persistent my dear detective.”

Detective knew that voice, it haunted the dreams of almost everyone in the city…but Supervillain wasn’t supposed to be here. Detective had only been following a small lead…an informant who said they had information about the drug ring. God, they should have known it was too easy; Police-Partner was going to be so mad when he heard about this!

“Supervillain,” Detective said it conversationally despite the fear in their soul. “What brings scum like you out on a beautiful night like this?”

Detective tried to be discrete as they placed their hand on their holster and turned.

Well, attempted to turn.

Supervillian was on them in an instant. Not allowing them to turn all the way before a strong arm was cinched around their neck and a super powered hand was squeezing their wrist, making it impossible to control their hand as it went limp.

“Now, now, there’s no need for name calling; and after all the attention I’ve graced you will too.” Detective felt the air pulse with each word against their ear.

“Attention?” they gasped, he had tried to sound strong, but with Supervillain holding them like this they knew their death could come at any second, they also knew Supervillain felt every fearful shake of their body.

Supervillain practically purred into their hair.

“Of course attention!” Supervillain spoke. “Afterall, I make a habit of keeping tabs on the smart ones. And you, my dear, are the most intelligent of them all. I must say, watching your day to day, everyday, has been most entertaining.”

Detective felt themself drain of all color. Everyday? Oh god, had Supervillain been stalking them and they never knew?

“But alas, all good things must come to an end.”

Detective jerked against Supervillain to no success. “What’s coming to an end?” They asked. Was Supervillain going to kill them? Here? Now? In a dark ally? Who would find their mutilated body? Some bum? An innocent bystander? Or worst of all…Police-Partner?

“Why, your day to day routine. Not that I wish to cause Police-Partner worry, I know he’s the more responsible of the two of you; but detective, you personally have got a bit too close my dear. Can’t have you going back on the track you were on,” Supervillain squeezed Detective's wrist harder, earning a cry of pain.

“So..” Detective hated how their voice shook. Honestly, it wasn’t death itself that they feared, it was death by Supervillain. They had seen what Supervillain does to someone they don’t like…it was…there wasn’t a word for the horror Supervillain produced when they decided to kill someone.

“That’s it then?” Detective spoke. “I got too close so now I’m destined to be smeared across the bricks?”

Supervillain chuckled.

“Of course not Detective!”

What?

“I already said you’re one of the smart ones. I can’t have my best form of entertainment die in such a pathetic way.”

Supervillain let go of their neck just long enough to reach over and dispose of Detective's gun and cell phone.

“You’ll love your new place. It’s beautiful. I set it all up just for you!”

What?!

“At least it will be beautiful as long as you answer my questions…if not…well I can convert your stay from five stars to hell in an instant.”

“You’re…You’re..” Detective searched for the words as they were manhandled, arms wrenched behind their back, tied, and Supervillain’s arm wrapped around their torso. “You’re..Kidnapping me?”

“An archaic term, but yes.” Supervillain picked up their own phone in their other hand and texted something.

“You..” You what? Detective thought. What were they going to say? You can’t do that? How could you? Supervillain could essentially do whatever they wanted. That’s the whole reason Detective was so active in trying to stop them. “Hero will find out,” they blurted.

“Hah!” Supervillain seemed legitly amused at that. They started walking toward the entrance of the alleyway, taking Detective easily with them.

Curse their damn superpowers! And curse Detective’s lack of them!

“Hero’s too busy with Villain at the moment.”

They arrived at the street and were waiting for a car, Detective assumed.

“You could say that Police-Partner will find out, because that would be a more accurate statement,” Supervillain continued.

Detective felt ice in their veins, “No! You leave him out of this! I didn’t tell him anything…”

“Oh calm down!” Supervillain chuckled. “I already know. Your office has been bugged for months. Though, I must say your friendship is simply adorable. He knows what kind of food to order that coincides with your stomach problems, you remember that he likes putting pickles on his pizza, he knows the names of every one of your many cousins, and you remember that his mother likes those silly little ceramic cats…I could go on all night. Simply adorable. ”

Detective felt like throwing up.

“I’ll leave him alone of course,” Supervillain said. Detective felt a little lighter at those words. A long black car pulled up next to them on the empty street.

“But if he proves an inconvenience in all of this, I will have to intervene.” Supervillain forced Detective into the back of the car. On the outside it would have appeared gentle if not for Supervillain’s bruising grip and exceptional strength.

Supervillian reached over Detective and buckled the seatbelt. “He won’t prove to be an inconvenience will he?” Supervillain was so close Detective had to lean their head back to avoid knocking foreheads. It exposed their throat and left them feeling vulnerable.

“Of course not. Who could ever prove to be an inconvenience to you?”

Supervillain laughed and patted their cheek.

“How right you are, Detective. See? I said you were the smart one.”

Supervillain shut the door and walked to the other side of car. They got in next to Detective.

Yes, I am the smart one. Detective thought. But Police-Partner is the determined one and there’s no farce on heaven or earth that will protect you from them now that you’ve crossed the line.

Supervillain never noticed that Detective had dropped a small silver disk in the alleyway.

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 7 months

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Burning Up

TW: Delirium, fever (symptoms described), mentioned pills (medicine, I swear)

What is this? It's the fluff snippet I promised my lovely nemesis @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 , and I really hope you enjoy this < 3 < 3

"Are you alright?"

The words seemed to snap the heroine abruptly out the void of her own muddled up thoughts, feeling as though her head were stuffed with cotton, everything an incoherent blur.

"Yes," she still answered back anyway, a trained response, one that stopped people from prying any further, from looking disappointed. It was the answer they really wanted to hear, even if it really disproved the question's validity.

Except the villain didn't smile, and he didn't leave the way he was supposed to. His brows were furrowed, and his arms were folded across his chest, and even though the hero didn't say anything, she just knew she didn't enjoy the sight.

She'd always hated it when he frowned, when he wasn't smiling, or wasn't even wearing the cocky smirk he always brought to their fights. She couldn’t tell what exactly in her response had warranted such a reaction from the criminal, but the guilt twisting knots at the pit of her stomach was very palpable.

As she stepped closer to him, pulling her rigid, aching muscles into a fighting stance; anything to distract him, the attempt hindered by her sluggish movements, all she'd managed to do was stumble towards him, losing her balance humiliatingly fast. It was only her luck that the villain's reflexes were still as razor-sharp as always, rapidly pulling her into his arms and steadying her with his weight.

And he was warm, and blissfully so, his grip firm but never unkind. As fervently as the crime-fighter wanted to lie down, the villain's embrace was comfortable, comfortable to the point that her train of thoughts, broken and destined to crash seemed to steady a bit, the world losing its edge of murkiness for just a moment.

Carefully, the villain pulled away and pressed his hand to her forehead, immediately retracting it away as if he'd been burnt. The guilt resurfaced again, an old, unwelcome demon resurrected, even more so as his frown deepened.

He let out a soft curse. "What were you thinking? Trying to fight when you're like this? You're burning up!" he interjected, his eyes wide, and a note of concern in his voice mixed in with the annoyance.

Except all her mind chose to focus on was the villain's choice of words to describe her state. 'Burning up', as he'd called it, didn't seem too far-fetched from the fire in her head, practically sizzling across her flushed skin, bile rising at the back of her irritated throat, her sore muscles burning with the pain, every movement agonising. Even if she couldn't see that she was burning, literally burning, it felt exactly as though she was.

"You're coming home with me, right now. Whatever ludicrous reason you might have for pulling this bloody stunt, I don't want to hear it," he stated, blunt as always, lifting the hero into a bridal carry almost as though it was second nature to him.

And in the midst of her delirious state, the hero hadn't memorised the route he'd taken home in his car, or how he'd accessed his lair, probably not being able to tell it was a lair as he carried her up into his actual residence. In a different state, the heroine's uncanny attention to detail would have engraved it all into her memory. She only registered the arms that were around her, and the pain that racked her body; her mind becoming too primitive to notice much beyond what she could physically feel.

Soon enough, she found herself being laid down on silk sheets. a thick blanket being drawn over her, and he took her temperature and he swore again, letting out a tired sigh. And just when the villain was about to leave the room. . ."D-don't g. . .go," she slurred, her fingers gripping onto his sleeve as firmly as she could manage.

"I'll just get a couple things for your fever. Won't take me long, I promise." Something in the villain's demeanour shifted, his gaze softening for a mere moment, except he doubted the heroine would take note of it.

There was no doubt about the fact that she would realise she wasn't holding onto his sleeve anymore as he left.

He came back with a cold compress, a glass of water and a bottle of pills, sitting himself at the edge of the bed. Carefully, with a gentleness she'd never known the villain to be capable of, he placed the compress on her forehead, the coolness heavenly against her burning, sweat-slick skin. "Okay, I just need you to sit up and swallow these," he said, and he knew full-well that if she was in a better state she wouldn't have taken the medication so willingly, ergo, she wouldn't have trusted him so willingly. He couldn't help it as a pang of guilt seemed to crawl across his skin, but he shook it off anyway, focusing his attention on steadying the heroine's shaking hands and making sure she swallowed those pills.

He realised he hated seeing the hero, his supposed nemesis, struggling to lift her head up and put it back down, every movement clearly agony for her. He'd imagined he'd revel in her weakness, but right now, nothing of the sort had happened.

The villain had found a washcloth in one of the drawers, using some of the remaining water in the glass to wet it and wipe the sweat off her face and neck, his fingers carding through her hair absently as he pushed himself inwards onto the bed, letting Hero huddle into his form for warmth.

"Y-you're. . .gorgeous," she rasped out, staring into the villain's eyes, taking in the features of his face, his figure, all of him, even in this clouded state.

"What?" he blurted out, completely taken aback, but still continuing to stroke through the heroine's hair.

"Haven't you seen yourself?" she questioned incredulously, as though it was the most obvious thing in existence.

The villain smirked in response, "Well, I guess I'm not narcissistic enough for your point to stick."

"Villain I. . .I'm in love with you," the hero admitted, and he'd never heard her voice so laden with conviction before, not when she'd promised to defeat him, and not any other time ever, her eyes locking with his own, her gaze unrelenting.

Sure, it still irked the villain that when the heroine had confessed her love to him, she'd been delirious, and that her strong emotion could possibly be a result of the aforementioned delirium, but that didn't mean these words held no weight or that the way the hero had regarded him - was still regarding him, had no effect on him.

So for once in his life, the villain sucked in a sharp breath and decided to risk it. "I'm in love with you too," he stage-whispered, carefully shifting the hero so that she was lying down on his lap and kissing her forehead gently.

Some locks are easy to pick, others not so much. That does not mean opening them is impossible, just that it may take a little longer to find the key. Most people aren't aware of what they are capable of feeling, of doing when their heart starts to beat for someone else. But they can never find out unless they have the courage to face the daunting possibility of taking the chance offered to them because love doesn't knock on the door; it walks in announced, and you get to choose what to do about it.

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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But what if they offer and I don’t want to say no?

Villain was alone.

Villain was alone, yet, that did not justify them.

To trap another.

They touched Hero's skin as carefully as one would cradle a child, afraid of bringing harm, careful, adoring.

Soft as their hands trailed through their hair, playing with the strands, braiding it, brushing it, adorning it with any ornament they considered beautiful enough to be twisted or pin on their head.

Soft their voice was too when they spoke, when they read to the other, when they told them words of comfort, of encouragement, when they told them words of love.

Their gaze was soft too, always kind, always gleaming when their eyes met in the middle of a room, when they stayed fixed on the other's stare and both gave each other a playful smile.

Hero was alone too.

Hero was alone and, perhaps, that did justify them.

To allow themselves to be captured

Villain was so very good at tenderness Hero felt like crying with every kindness they offered on a silverplate

And perhaps, for a moment, they could pretend they had met at a party, at a café, perhaps in the park one day walking their dogs.

Pretend their first date had been in an italian restaurant, a sushi one perhaps, somewhere pretty with candles illuminating each other's faces. Pretend blood had never been caused by the other's hand, pretend they had never seen each other injured more than by a small cut of a knife cooking, the cut of a paper as they read a book.

Hero could fool themselves, that had been part of their life since birth, lies and façades, play pretend and simulate a life they would never have, but everyone expected of them.

They were beautiful, graceful, skilled. They would make a fine spouse someday to someone greater, someone with more power, they were easy on the eyes, obedient, trained to not be a burden.

“Can you cut my hair?”

Comfortable was the silence broken, and their shoulders tensed for ruining the moment for such a stupid request.

But Villain allowed it, helping them cut the back, but letting Hero do all the rest, to butcher it as they wanted.

Villain allowed many things others would not, their parents, their organisation, their ex partners, and, after a while, Hero felt more free trapped beside them than they ever did away.

“I’m not proud of myself,” they said once at the dinner table, earning a confused glance from their companion “I’ve been letting desire cloud my judgement lately.”

Villain lifted a brow.

“And is that worth shame?”

“I’ve been told it is,” Hero answered, raising their eyes.

“And what is this desire you speak about?”

“For life not to hurt.”

The clink of the cutlery echoed through the room, an interested stare looking right back at them, urging them to continue.

“For me to be wanted, loved, perhaps.”

“Perhaps?”

“Perhaps.”

They shook their head “But none of that is something I’m supposed to want.”

“But that’s not relevant, is it?” Villain answered “We established that, in this situation, I could do anything with you and there would be little you could do against it.”

Villain took a bite of their food.

“Perhaps what I want it’s to fulfil your desire,” they said “so one day you can forget it brings you shame.”

Hero never looked for a way out after that.

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prisma-heart · 6 months

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In the Forcefield

This story was rewritten THREE TIMES, also there might be some grammar mistakes

• Story concept & Art → @vioblu-star

[ Hero, Other Hero, Villain and Multiple Other Villains ] Gender Neutral

Caution : Implied Abandonment, Bleeding, In a verge of passing out

Another night for patrolling, Hero can't shake off the memory that night before, they curse themselves for letting the villain escape, cringing from that memory, they brushes it off, telling themselves to just focus on their patrol..

Hero kept on walking, looking on nooks and crannies for anything suspicious but then they stopped at a particular warehouse that is seemingly abandoned, they could have sworn they heard faint voices coming from it.

"Should I investigate? Or.. Not?" Hero thought

Eventually, curiosity took over, Hero went closer to the entrance of the warehouse, what they saw were multiple people gathered at the center inside, Hero recognized one of them as the same Villain they fought the other night. Realization hits them that this place is gathered with multiple Villains.

They seem to be having a meeting, Hero wanted to eavesdrop just in case it's something serious, but Hero couldn't interpret what they're saying.

Luckily the large sliding door is slightly open, Hero sneakily went inside and hid behind one of the large shelves, in the shelves, there are multiple strange devices and a bunch of reactive chemicals, Hero definitely doesn't want to touch any of that.

They heard that the Villains are scheming to invade the Superhero headquarters, capture every hero on the list that poses a threat to Supervillain's plan and then destroy the place, with it, nothing can stop Supervillain.

Hero is too stunned about their plan and wanted to get out of here as soon as possible to warn their colleagues about the villains scheme, but in the process, Hero accidentally nudges the shelf causing the items on it to collide with each other, making a noise.

"Huh, what was that?" One of the villains said

Hero panics and goes to a different shelf to hide so that they don't get caught, making another noise...

"Everyone! Search the warehouse! We cannot have a possibility that there's someone going to snitch our plan!"

All the villains spread out, Hero makes a move and tries to sneak out to the entrance but in the process, one of the Villains sees a movement behind the shelves.

"Oh no you don't"

The shelf suddenly glows red and lifts up hanging in mid air, revealing Hero In front of everyone, Hero lets out a panic gasp as they have been discovered.

"YOU! You've been eavesdropping on us?!" Leader said

"I don't think I'll let you do your grand scheme villains!"

"Everyone! Capture them!"

All the villains run towards the hero

Hero materializes a forcefield around them and expands it to push the villains away, all of them are knocked back.

Hero runs towards the entrance but the door suddenly shuts closed, locking them inside.

"You Cannot escape knowing our plans!"

"We'll see about that" the Hero said

Hero faces the villains and positioned themselves into a fighting stance, forming a magic field around their fists and then fights them.

The fight took a while, everything in the warehouse is upside down, some shelves are on the ground with some of its contents broken, chemicals spills on the floor, spreading everywhere which everyone didn't notice until it's too late.

One of their abilities corrodes into the chemicals which causes a chain explosion, all of them got knocked back from the Force of the explosion, some of them got minor injuries.

The damage of the warehouse was so much that it began to shake, the ceiling started to crack due to the supports being damaged, few debris falling above them.

"We need to leave! this place is going down!" One of the villains said

" *Frustrated groan* We'll be back to get you Hero! You may have destroyed our equipments for the scheme but we have a backup plan! Until next time!" The Leader yelled just as before they got out of the place.

"Wha?! Hey! wait for us!" Other yelled

"Then run if you all can! Not my problem if you get stuck there!"

Some villains manage to get out, just as the hero is about to get out as well, a large chunk of falling debris suddenly blocks the entrance, trapping Hero inside the crumbling warehouse.

"No! This can't be!" Hero yelled as they tried to remove the large debris blocking the door

"You're not the only one who's stuck here" said a voice coming from behind them...

Hero looks back only to see an awfully familiar face, the villain that they failed to capture last time...

"You?! Out of everyone why did it have to be you!?" Hero yelled in an angry tone

"Quit your complaints and maybe just think of a way to get us out of here"

"You have telekinesis, you used to expose me in front of your buddies, so shouldn't you be the one who can remove the rubble?"

"I know, but I can't do this alone can I?"

"Ugh, fine I'll help you.."

Hero then tries to clear the rubble blocking the door while Villain uses telekinesis to remove the larger ones.

Suddenly the entire ceiling finally breaks down and falls on top of them, Hero reacts immediately and starts forming a forcefield large enough for both Villain and Hero inside, shielding them from the falling ceiling, Villain is in awe since they've never been inside the forcefield..

The process of forming the forcefield is slow, few debris manage to get in, some are large and hits Hero, pinning them down, just as the force field is fully formed.

The walls of the warehouse are all destroyed and the door is completely blocked by other larger debris, surrounding the forcefield.

Hero groans in pain but tries to keep the force field up, otherwise they'll both crush to death.

Villain notices and helps Hero remove the large debris, when they did, Villain lets out a silent gasp when they saw hero's deep wound on their abdomen, Villain moves them in a comfortable position.

"My... Hero you look busted!" Villain says sarcastically, masking their worried tone

"You're saying as if we aren't in dangerous circumstances..."

"Yeah yeah, just sit pretty while I try to get us out of here"

Villain attempts to remove the debris outside the forcefield but some of it are too big for Villain's capability.

"Don't you have anything to call your friends or something? my powers aren't enough to remove all of them you know"

"I can't.. my communication dropped somewhere during our fight and most likely crushed in the rubble.. what about your villain buddies? Why don't they help you?"

"Hmph, we aren't buddies and I doubt they'll risk their lives to save me.."

"Whoa..You have a sad life, Villain..." Hero said with a slight concern in their voice.

"Well.. I think it's better being stuck with my Arch nemesis than my own comrades" Villain smirked, trying to take things positive.

Hero cringes on what Villain said, ignoring the pain in their abdomen, they suddenly remembered that they don't have anything to call for help, leaving it with the possibility that they'll be stuck here for a while..

Villain still tries their best to remove the debris to clear the way out, they manage to clear some while Hero keeps their force field active to keep the ceiling from crushing them.

With the literal ceiling just right above them and their surroundings are nothing but rubble, the only light source is just Hero's forcefield and Villain's telekinesis.

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A few minutes later Villain starts to get exhausted, with their head throbbing from using their powers and their arms getting droopy for beings in the same position for a few minutes, they notice that the force field surrounding them slowly fading and flickering, indicating that it will soon disappear.

Villain worries and looks at Hero to see them now on a lying position, gasping for breath and is groaning in pain, with their hand clutching on the wounded area while the other hand is twitching from exhaustion but still keeps the forcefield active.

Villain stops their doing and sits next to Hero. picking them up into their arms to try to ease their pain.

"Hey hey, it's okay hero... well get off here soon.."

Villain could no longer hide their concerns towards Hero.

Hero didn't like that sudden comfort from their enemy but the pain was unbearable so they let them.

"Look I'm trying my best to clear out the rubble as possible so can you please stay with me for a little? Can you do that?"

"I'm trying..." Hero said with a raspy voice

"And stop pretending that you care... we're enemies remember?"

"I know but I don't like you seeing this vulnerable, so just.. let me help you" they said genuinely

" If you want to help me... then do something to lessen the pain... it hurts..."

Villain then awkwardly moves Hero into a more comfortable position to let their head rest on Villain's arm.

"Is that better?" Villain Murmurs

"A little..." Hero said, barely a whisper

Villain caresses Hero's forehead to comfort them, it's the least thing they could do from this situation.

Villain suddenly saw a light coming from the other side of the debris, it's like someone is holding the flashlight looking for something..

Villain thought that they're just someone probably investigating this recently destroyed place...

"Hello? Is anyone trapped there?" They asked

Hero immediately recognized their voice, it's their friend 'Other Hero'

"Villain... my friend is here... t-tell them..." Hero said weakly

"I can see a faint light in there! Is someone actually there?" They yelled

"Yes! And we need help! plus your Friend Hero is stuck here too.." Villain said

"Hero?! They're in there?! Are they alright?!

"Yes they're fine... but in terms of their condition they don't seem so and probably need medical attention.."

"I'll try to do something to get you both out, hang in there!" They said as they begin to remove debris outside the forcefield.

"Ya hear that Hero? your friend is helping us out of here" Villain said cheerfully

Hero only replies mumbles as their eyes begin to flutter like they were about to sleep from tiredness.

"Don't you dare close your eyes Hero" Villain lightly shakes Hero to wake them up from their possibly near 'death', Hero groans in reply.

"Just please.. stay with me Hero, don't go just yet..." villain whispers

While Other Hero is doing their thing, Villain suddenly hears a noise above them, a few small chunks of debris gets inside the forcefield, Villain looks up only to see many few debris entering the forcefield and larger ones slowly creeps through the layer of the forcefield.

"Hurry up out there! I don't think your friend will make it if you're that slow!"

" I'm trying, just be patient"

"Patient? We've been stuck here for a while now, Hero's force field is what keeps us from being buried alive, Their condition seems to be getting worse and you're telling me to be patient?!"

"Well.. fair enough, but I'm almost done here" Other Hero said

When the other hero manages to clear the debris for them to escape, Villain is about to stand up when the forcefield suddenly gives up and disappears, making the debris and the ceiling fall down above them.

Other Hero panics and uses their ability to delay the fall of the large debris above Hero and Villain

"R-Run!" Other Hero yelled keeping up their ability

Villain immediately picks up Hero in bridal carry and Runs on the cleared pathway, Other Hero let go of their ability and everything falls down.

"Are you two all right?" Other Hero said

"Well yes.. but to Hero.. not so much..." Villain

looks at the Hero in their arms to see them fully unconscious and their breathing is shallow...

Villain sets Hero down so that they could examine their wound

"How did.. Hero ended up looking like this?"

"I uh.. Let's just say they got hit from the debris"

Other Hero glares at Villain then looks at Hero but then looks at Villain again...

Other Hero then Picks Hero up into their arms then looks at Villain with a dubious glare

"If Hero tells me a different story instead of ''they got hit by the debris'' thing, I'm going to make sure you'll regret that! You looked like a person responsible for this" Other Hero said with a harsh tone

"Hmm~.. you sound threatening for a person who didn't manage to beat Other Villain that time" they smirked

Other Hero didn't reply in annoyance as they carry Hero back to the SuperHero Headquarters, leaving Villain behind, although they do wonder how the Villain knew about that, have they met them?

#villains and heroes #heroes and villains #hero and villain #villain and hero #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero #villain #heroes and villains community #my writing #hero/villain #villain/hero #blue character #red character #protagonist #antagonist #writing

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writinggoblinslivehere · 1 year

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An Affair (Hero x Villain)

Warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic abuse

“You don’t love him.” Hero leaned forward, their eyes pleading. “You love me.”

Villain looked away, closing their eyes, and Hero’s heart broke.

“But it doesn’t matter, does it?” Hero’s eyes burned. A chasm opened in their chest. “You’re leaving with him anyway.”

“You don’t understand. I can’t—” Villain squeezed their eyes shut like they could block out the world that way.

“Oh there’s plenty I don’t understand,” they spat. “Like how you can sneak around with me, telling me you love me, and then go home to a man who doesn’t care about you!” Hero pressed the ice pack to their lover’s bruising cheek. “Or how you can whisper you love me while we make love, but then say you’re choosing him.”

Villain’s hand covered theirs over the ice pack. The touch of their hand had Hero looking into their soft eyes again. “He’s my husband. I have to leave with him.” They shrugged before wincing as the movement pulled their stitches. “I took the vows.”

The mixed determination and regret in their eyes made Hero’s heart shatter all over again. They couldn’t listen to this. They couldn’t listen to the love of their life list reasons for why they had to stay with their abuser. For why their lover chose that asshole over them.

They ripped their hand away from Villain’s, making them hold the ice pack on their own, and stumbled back a few steps. “We were married once. Does that mean nothing to you?”

Villain’s eyes closed. “Hero—”

“No! Stop making excuses for him! He hit you!” Hero thrust their hands through their hair, desperately pulling at the roots. “He lost the right to be called your husband after that!”

The tears that fell from Villain’s eyes had Hero falling to their knees in front of them. They shook their head, the ice pack dropping into their lap. The bruises on their face stood out sharply against the flushed skin. The cuts from the shattered mirror had stopped bleeding an hour ago but Hero knew the deep ones would scar.

“It’s not his fault,” Villain whispered, staring at the ice pack in their hands. “It’s mine. I shouldn’t have told him about us. You warned me not to, and I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have made him angry. It’s my—”

Hero surged back to their lover, cupping their cheeks. “It’s not your fault.” They ducked their head to look Villain in the eyes. “He shouldn’t have hit you! He’s—”

“He’s right though,” they whispered.

Villain looked exhausted. More than they ever had in any fight. Sitting on the counter under the warm lights in Hero’s kitchen, they looked broken.

They looked like they were ready to give up.

“He’s not—”

Villain pulled out of Hero’s gentle touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t have ever done this in the first place.”

“Have an affair?” Hero didn’t move from their place between their lover’s legs. They dropped their empty hands to the counter on either side of Villain’s hips, caging them in. Holding them, even when they couldn’t. “Or fall in love and get married?”

“We’re enemies,” Villain whispered, a fresh wave of tears spilling across their cuts. “We shouldn’t be anything but that.”

“And he’s your husband.” Hero stepped forward until they could feel the heat of their lover’s skin, even through their clothes. “You and I are enemies, yes. We had a messy divorce.”

Villain’s laugh was wet and weak, their chin wobbling with the effort not to fall apart.

“But I never hurt you.” Hero lifted their hand slowly—enough time for them to pull away—and cradled Villain’s face. Their thumb traced a gentle line across their lover’s cheekbone, mindful of the injuries. Even amongst the bruises and scrapes, Villain’s soft beauty still made Hero’s heart pound. Especially their beautiful pleading eyes. Always so full of emotion. It was one of things they loved most about them.

“I never took my anger out on you. Not even when we are on opposite sides of this ridiculous war.” Hero’s other hand reached for Villain’s own. They threaded their fingers together. “He’s your husband now, and he hurts you worse than your greatest enemy ever has.” Their thumb made another sweeping pass, this time to catch the tears as they overflowed.

They held Villain as they trembled. “How can you reason that away? How can you convince yourself it’s okay that your husband makes you bleed more than your nemesis. I am the villain of your story,” Hero whispered, pressing their foreheads together. “And I take better care of you than your husband does.”

Villain broke. Their body shuddered as the sobs racked through them. They clutched Hero’s wrists, tugging them desperately forward as the dam broke.

Hero swore. They wrapped their arms around their lover and pulled them in tightly. Villain buried their face in their neck and broke down entirely.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Hero wound a hand through their hair and wrapped the other arm around their waist. Villain wrapped their legs around Hero’s back and clung to them desperately. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Villain admitted with a cracked whisper. Their body shook with the force of their sobs. “It hurts so much. I don’t want to go. Please don’t make me go back to him.”

“Never.” Hero lifted their lover into their arms and carried them to the bed they’d shared not too long ago.

Villain clutched them tighter, shaking. “I don’t want to go. Please. I just want to stay with you. Please don’t make me go.”

“I will never let you go,” Hero swore. They didn’t let go even as the trembling pair fell against the pillows. “I am never leaving you again. And I’ll kill him before I let him come anywhere near you.”

An almost laugh fell out between Villain’s sobs. “You won’t. You’re too good for that.”

“He is nothing. Insignificant. No one will notice if he disappears.” Hero pressed a kiss to the crown of their head and held them as tight as they dared. “For you, I’d do anything.”

I will keep you safe, Hero swore silently. Even if I have to become a villain to do it.

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a-dead-tea · 2 years

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Mute Villain #9

"So that's why you can't do this, Villain!" Hero says, finally ending their speech.

The villain raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, that is why you won't do this."

Villain raises their other eyebrow.

"Oh come on! Don't do this!"

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that-storming-writer · 1 year

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I Am Not A Hero

CW: Death, blood mention

Hero barely registered Villain's harsh words as they vacantly stared at Civilian's corpse. A smoldering hole still sizzled in their chest as Superhero looked at them with disdain. Hero's insides twisted as the reality of the situation set in.

Villain had killed someone.

No...

Superhero had killed someone.

Maybe...

Hero had killed someone. They let someone die, watching as the life disappeared from their eyes.

Yes. They were no hero.

Villain's nails dug into their shoulders, partially pulling them from their trance. "Answer me, dammit! That's the least you could do!" Hero stared at them, their tongue heavy. How did speaking work again?

Superhero stepped over the body and prowled to the pair. Her emotionless eyes shifted from Hero to Villain, studying them like a predator did with its prey.

"Don't you think you've done enough, Villain?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It's bad enough that Civilian's dead. It's going to be worse for you if you continue harassing my teammate." Villain's eyes blazed as they took a step toward Superhero.

"How dare you! You pushed them into the crossfire!"

Superhero snorted. "No, Villain. You were firing erratically, and they got caught in the crossfire. That's what I'm assuming, at least. I'm not entirely certain you weren't targeting Civilian. What do you think, Hero?"

Hero stiffened, snapping their gaze to their superior. "I...um... I-I don't--"

"Think carefully, Hero; the agency will need to hear exactly what happened. I know it's overwhelming--just remember what you were doing by watching everything. You watched how Civilian ended up in the crossfire. Watched them try to run for cover as Villain attacked. Watched Villain hit them and die."

Superhero was right; they had accomplished nothing by standing there and watching Civilian die. They were useless. They were not a hero.

"Don't tell me you're actually considering this!" Villain snapped.

Hero turned back to their nemes-- No, their friend; one of the few people they could count on. Despite the criminal's unyielding anger, Hero caught the subtle glint of anguish in their brown eyes.

"Don't tell me you're going support Superhero's version of things, support her lies. Don't tell me you're going to betray Civilian, betray me! You--"

Villain's snarl was cut off by Superhero clamping a hand around their throat and yanking them toward her until their noses were nearly touching. They let out a feeble squeak as Hero watched with wide eyes, unsure of what to do for the second time that day.

"Quit talking to them. You're obviously trying to manipulate them, get them to cover for you and verify your lies. You should be disgusted with yourself, Villain. It's not enough you killed Civilian, you have to hurt Hero too." Villain squirmed in Superhero's grip, desperate for a breath of air. The hero's hold loosened a fraction, allowing the criminal to breath on her terms.

"I'm manipulating them?" They chocked out a laugh. "That's rich coming from you."

Superhero squeezed again, cutting off Villain's air supply and making them squirm. Hero was frozen once more. Someone needed their help--Villain needed their help, but all they were good for at the moment was watching someone they cared about choke instead of doing something to help them. They were not a hero.

"Perhaps I've been too lenient on you, Villain. I've let you get away with too much, and now you've killed somebody." Superhero loosened her grip again, eyeing Villain with a faint smile. "This city has a roach problem that's steadily growing. For now, it's manageable, though it won't always be. Perhaps it's time I start disposing of the roaches before the city becomes infested." The anger was sapped from Villain in instant. Their faced paled and their visible fear was hard to overlook.

"You can't kill me! Y-you can't!"

"For the good of the city, I can."

Superhero was going to kill Villain...

Superhero was going to kill Villain!

Hero stared, their thoughts whirling at the outcomes until their mind cleared. They looked from the criminal to their teammate, and condensed the air around their hand until they held a knife. They couldn't save Civilian, but they could save Villain.

Hero barely registered their movements until Superhero crumbled to the ground, desperately gurgling for air. She clawed at her throat, and her breathing steadily became shallower until her body stilled, dead as Civilian a few lengths away. Hero stared at their red hand--the knife had already dissipated back into the air.

Hero had killed someone, their own teammate no less. Superhero was dead. That wasn't a good thing. Right?

Villain took a deliberate, slow step forward. Speckles of Superhero's blood decorated their face while faint bruises began forming around their neck.

"Hero?" Their voice was hoarse and strained from Superhero's hold.

"We need to go, before the others get here."

"Are...are you okay? You just--"

"I know what I did!" They snapped, causing the criminal to flinch. They drew in a deep breath, calming themself. "I know what I did. I-I couldn't let her kill you. I wouldn't let her kill you, Villain."

The criminal sighed, nodding. "I... Thank you, Hero, for saving my life. You're right, though, we should get going."

Villain offered a comforting smile and their hand. Hero took it in an instant, following them away from the scene and cooling corpses. They were not a hero, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #I had a lot of fun writing this one #I've been listening to the Ghost Quartet soundtrack again and was inspired by a couple of the songs #Subway and Hero specifically inspired this #though I also listened to I Don't Know on repeat as well #Also I think I did the warnings right #but if anyone has any issues feel free to let me know

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breilobrealdi · 2 years

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You asked for asks :)

Crushing, touch-starved Villain comes for a haircut and oblivious, sweet Hero is their hairdresser today.

[A/N: Hi! So sorry for the late reply, but here it is! Not sure if it is exactly what you were looking for, but hope you’ll like it. :) I’m trying to get back to writing as it is something that I had to leave for a little while as life got complicated, but I’m hoping to be back and have one or two posts a week. English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for possible mistakes. Have a wonderful day!! ]

Sometimes, everything felt a little too much. Oh, don't get him wrong, his purpose or resolution did not waver. HE was still very much driven to succeed, ready to do whatever was necessary. It was just...

The loneliness.

God. He knew the consequences of choosing this line of work, what it entailed. But his expectations did not prepare him for how harsh reality still was.

He could never trust anyone, never let his guard down. Not with strangers, not with anyone. Not even his henchmen, much less his so called allies.

He was so tired of it.

And that was dangerous. So, he tried to indulge himself with the less risky impulse he could think of: a haircut. He could get rid of the long locks that started to be annoying by blocking his eyes and always getting in the way, while establishing some mild social contact or interaction with other people outside of his circle.

And that's how he ended up at a hairdraisser's god knows where, with only a few other customers around. Thankfully, they were minding their own business while some relaxing music played in the background.

As soon as he opened the door, a small chime announced this arrival and a plain looking girl with a kind smile was instantly on him.

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

Something about her voice was strangely familiar, but it might just be the customer service tone.

"Hi, huh...", he took a second to clear his throat, suddenly feeling bashful. "I had an appointment."

"Of course. Mr... Kent, is it? Please follow me and we'll get started right away."

"Thank you."

As they went and he took his sit, he couldn't help and get tense while feeling her moving behind him, without being able to directly see her.

This was a bad idea.

He should have never come, what if she was some kind of spy and tried to attack him now? He had left himself unnecessarily vulnerable to any ind of--

"Careful now..."

She spoke softly just before warmth washed over him, wetting his hair and carefully avoiding his face.

"Is the temperature alright?"

"...Yes."

"Perfect. Please feel free to close your eyes and let me know if there is anything you need or would like differently."

He hummed, slowly following her instructions, though still a bit unsure. This was an experiment, he reminded himself. Not following them would mean going against its purpose.

He went completely still the moment he felt her hands softly scratching his head.

That was... really nice, actually.

He took a deep breath, and started to relax for real this time.

This is something he could get used to.

His mind started drifting, blank, only concentrated in the delicate, precise touch of hers...

[...]

Before he knew it, he suddenly found himself looking at the ceiling blinking really fast, confused.

What did just happen?

Oh, god.

No.

Did he fall asleep?

Nonononono--

A hand on his shoulder stopped his rushing thoughts dead on their track and he could see her not long after, smiling what he assumed was reassuringly to him.

Panic must have been obvious on his face, because she quickly said.

"No need to worry, sir. You may rest for a little longer while I finish."

He was almost certain they could hear him with how strong his heart was beating. He made an effort to keep a straight face as he answered.

"Thank you, I'll be in your care."

And allowed himself to drift again under her touch. Were others supposed to feel this warm? He couldn’t remember, but he couldn’t stop himself from melting.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

#hero x villain #civilian x villain #villain x civilian #heroes and villains #villain #heroes and villains community #human x monster #superheroes and villains #writing prompt #writing #open prompts #writing snippet #touch starved

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 6 days

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For your random heroes and villains prompts, cna you please do the word "Knight"? 🛡️⚔️👀

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Hmm, a tricky one because I can’t think of knights without thinking about these Going Medieval articles, but let’s see:

Knight

“Hero, you make me think of a knight of the ancient times.” “Really?” “Yes, really. You’re a mercenary lapdog used by some authority to control the masses by force.”

Henchman has accidentally set up a trap in the evil lair and is now stuck in the dark tower. Villain has to come to their rescue and the only way is to...climb it? Aw, come on.

Hero doesn’t live in a peculiar town. They go wherever there’s trouble, accepts every quest on their way, then leaves and never looks back. This time, someone wants to convince them to stay.

By mistake, Villain has given life to some old windmills. Only a brave knight can save us now, maybe with a sidekick on a donkey.

Following time hijinks, hero’s idol has come straight from the past, a noble knight who has won countless battles. However, there’s one hell of a generation gap between them.

Hero and Villain are both skilled horse riders. However, Villain’s horse is white and Hero’s horse is black. Who has ever heard of a dark knight as a Hero? Confusion ensues. Public is dissatisfied. They have to make an exchange.

“A sword? You fight with a sword? You are so dead. Do you know what country this is?” “I have holy hand grenades, too. You’re welcome to try them.”

In this world, heroes has one person assigned that they have to protect before all. Of course, Hero has to protect Citizen, Villain’s secret identity.

To be one day a full hero, sidekicks have to obey them faithfully, to follow them in their quests and be at their constant service. Sidekick is...not okay with this.

Supervillain has released a dragon that wrecks the city. Hero is supposed to fight and kill it. Villain wants to adopt it. It’s on.

More prompts like this under this tag.

Back to Hero x Villain Masterlist

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thepenultimateword · 3 months

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Prompt #260

"You idiot," Hero growled, pressing the antiseptic-soaked cotton swab hard against Villain's back. "Didn't I tell you not to go? But why listen to me when you obviously know best?”

Villain hissed through their teeth. "Do you really have to do this now? I'm in enough pain without you rubbing salt in the wound."

"What you'd prefer something like this? 'Oh, my poor baby, you're hurt! Who did this to you? Was it that new group of heroes? Oh darling, you were so brave! Please, let me take care of you!"

"I mean, that would be nice..."

Hero lifted the swab and shoved into another raw spot, eliciting a primal yowl from Villain's throat. "Tough luck. Next time, don't make me worry."

#creative writing #hero x villain #prompt #heroes and villains #writing prompt #heroes and villains community #writblr #short prompt #villain #gruff hero #tough hero #tough love

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just-a-space-rabbit · 13 days

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Henchman's homework 😐📝🐕

Based on this prompt by: @heroes-villains-side-blog TW: none!

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“Supervillain ate my homework…” Henchman said flatly. They felt so stupid hearing their own words, but what else were they going to do? lie?

Professor looked up from their several piles of paperwork with a raised eyebrow. ‘Why am I doing this?’ Henchman thought. ‘Clearly Professor did not believe that, because why would they!’

“Is Supervillain your dog's name…? Or…?” Professor asked, confused.

Henchman twisted uncomfortably on the spot, their face were not really showing any clear emotions, before mumbling a small “no… ”

Professor just looked at them stunned for a while. The excuse was one thing, but the fact that the excuse was coming from Henchman of all people. That's another level. “So you are really trying to tell me that Supervillain, THE SUPERVILLAIN ate your homework?”

Henchman bit their lip, not meeting Professors eyes as they nodded. Internally they began to curse themself. ‘How am I even going to explain this without outing myself as a villain? Can’t just go all. ‘Yeah, Scientist had an experiment gone wrong making all this mess!’ This was such a dumb idea, I should have just taken the fail grade instead!’

“I… Henchman, you cannot possibly think that I can believe that?” Professor said, while trying their best not to sound too harsh on them. “Firstly, how did Supervillain even eat your homework? Or for a better question, why would Supervillain eat your homework?”

A small silence fell in-between the two as Henchman froze trying to form a single sentence. Finally there was a small nervous sound as Henchman asked them “He… he turned into a dog?”

“What?”

“A Big Dog! Giant even! Might have been one of Scientist's experiments that went badly wrong, turning Supervillain into it… or something like that… I don’t know….” Henchman added even more nerves as the professor's confused look began to stress them out. ‘Oh god this is not going to end well…’

“Ok, that is certainly an interesting story, but how did that end up with your homework being eaten?”

At those words all the color drained from Henchman’s face as they tried to find the least suspicious words they could. “Well, I… um… my home was caught in the crossfire,” they said. “I had just come home from printing my homework at the library.” Which was technically true, as they lived at Supervillain’s lair. But the library was really just the office room.

“When Supervillain just burst through the door and ate it! Before they left, running off to cause mayhem somewhere else… It was on the news!” They said before adding, “not them eating my homework! But Supervillain, as a dog, was on the news… so you might have seen it.”

“Do I look like someone that has time to watch the news recently?” Professor said as they were getting frustrated at this outlandish story.

Henchman's eyes glanced away for a second, onto the professor's desk that was filled with coffee cups and exam papers. “I guess not… hang on a moment.” Henchman said, before they dragged out their phone typing away. “Here it is,” they said, handing the phone over to Professor.

The photo cover of the article showed what looked to be a giant dog, it was towering over the hero that it was mid fighting, or playing? The dog was covered in a ripped up supersuit with but the outline and color did seem to match Supervillain’s logo on it.

There was an inaudible noise as Professor looked further into the article. “Well, that is certainly something…” they said, trying to get back on track. “HANG ON!” they suddenly yelled. “If you were printing the homework, then why didn’t you just print a new one?”

“Oh… yeah… that” Henchman said as they opened their mail styled bag bringing out what seemed to be some form of electronic junk. “Supervillain also ate my laptop. Sadly the part they ate had the harddrive on it and I had not made a backup…”

Professor stared at the laptop in disbelief for what felt like ages. The laptop that had very clear, and very giant teeth marks outlining a missing chunk. Snapping back into the present there was a small “Um, Henchman?”

“Yes, professor?”

“Why did you not start with showing me that?” they asked, trying to fold back the flood gate of questions.

“I... I did not think about that…”

#heroes and villains community #hero and villain #henchman #heroes and villains #snippet #supervillain #small snippet

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creadigol · 21 days

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Hello all! I am back after a hiatus due to work. I hope y’all like this, apologies that it’s a bit shorter than the rest.

Prompt #6

They should have known it was too easy.

Spy clutched the gash in their side as they stumbled through the hallways of the expensive staterooms. They hoped to stem the tide of blood at least until they made it back to their room over on the other side of the street where they could treat it, but time did not seem to be on their side this night.

Come to think of it, nothing had been on Spy’s side tonight.

The case was supposed to be easy. It was a simple observation and report. Tail the two bit Congressman for the four day voyage, dig up some dirt on the guy, and bring it back to the Hero to keep in his pocket for a rainy day. It was a simple process they had done a thousand times before for various parties.

How had this one gone so wrong?

A stab of pain shot up their abdomen when their hand slipped from the wall. Damn that hurt! With each passing moment the ability to stay upright seemed less and less like a natural function and more like a lifesaving crusade.

“Need a little help?” A singsong voice floated over them.

Spy felt their already shock-covered skin spring into new goosebumps.

They knew that voice.

A hand gripped the back of their neck in what would have appeared to be a friendly gesture, if not for the pressure behind it.

Spy did their best not to whimper.

“Why don’t we go back to my room and the two of us can discuss how you ended up…a little worse for wear.”

Spy could only hope that the past, but albeit, gone friendship they had held with Villain would spare their life tonight.

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 4 months

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31st Story

Part 2

TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife

Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙

Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.

He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.

"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.

Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.

It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.

So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.

"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.

"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.

"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.

"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.

"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.

Except it never did.

"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.

The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.

"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.

Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.

He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.

"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.

Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.

Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.

"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.

"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.

"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.

She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.

"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.

But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."

"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.

"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.

"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.

"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.

Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.

But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.

"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.

So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.

"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.

She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.

"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.

They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.

And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.

✨️Break✨️

The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.

That was only the least of it anyway.

"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.

Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"

This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.

"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.

He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.

He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.

He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.

Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.

Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.

"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.

Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."

"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I think you need to rest," she suggested.

And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.

The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.

Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.

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