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Could you do uh some story about villain who betrayed hero but then regretted it, and hero hates his guts for it? I just want to see the world burn.
If u don't want to , that's fine, love ur writing, keep shining queen
“You…” The tears in the hero’s eyes blurred their vision and their mind alike. Their hand shook around the blade as they tried to let their own weight the work, instead of actively pushing it into the villain’s chest.
But the villain was just as determined as always, just as strong. None of them were happy about the situation. The hero saw it in their eyes.
Why did it have to come to this?
“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered and the hero could feel how their resistance weakened. Their weapon was already slicing up the villain’s suit.
For the first time, the hero didn’t have a plan. Their mind was full of rage and urged them to finish the job.
With the villain out of the picture, these feelings would go away. They would be able to sleep at night, they would be able to move on and get into a relationship. They wouldn’t dread the hours.
But they couldn’t. They couldn’t kill them, no matter how intense their pain was. They couldn’t kill this person who had shared a bed with them. Who had cared for them. Who had loved them.
Right before the blade could cut through flesh, the hero cursed and tossed it away. Tears of rage and grief ran down their cheeks and they could barely form any words as they sat on top of the villain and broke down into a million pieces.
Their tears fell onto the villain’s chest as their trembling fingers clawed at the villain’s suit. They wanted to make them suffer, they wanted to make them feel the kind of pain that they had experienced, that they were still going through.
But the hero knew violence wouldn’t ease their mind.
“Leave,” the hero said eventually. Their voice was shaking. “You have to leave.”
“Please, I am sorry. I didn’t lie about my feelings for you.” The villain’s voice was calm and calculated as so often but the hero could hear the little bit of desperation that came through.
“No, you have to leave.” The hero dried their tears with their sleeves. It was as if their heartstrings snapped. That kind of pain was completely different from all the wounds the hero was used to. Torn flesh and broken bones — all of that didn’t even come close to what they were feeling now.
“I am sorry, okay? I am sorry for lying. I’ve fallen for you, I cannot help it. I wasn’t supposed to but I did and I — I think about you and I miss you and it wasn’t supposed to be like this, okay!?” The hero shook their head.
“Leave the city,” they said. They had no other choice.
“No,” the villain said. Their eyes widened and instead of their calm demeanour, they panicked. They sat up and the hero stood up, ready to go. For the umpteenth time, their heart squeezed together until blood dropped. “I won’t leave you a second time. I don’t care if you stab me to death or poison me or beat me. I don’t care if you torture me. I won’t go. I will stay with you this time. I will make it up to you. Whatever you want. Tell me what to do and I will obey.”
“I don’t want you here,” the hero answered. “If you love me, you’ll be gone by tomorrow. You will never come back.”
“No, please.” The villain stood up and reached for the hero. Their hands found the hero’s forearms and for a second, the hero was back in their bedroom, waking up next to them. They were stitching up each other’s wounds. They were kissing at the kitchen table.
The hero pushed them away.
“You’re not welcome here anymore.”
“You know as well as I that we belong together,” the villain said. Despite the shock in their eyes, they seemingly tried to keep it together. To use reason instead of emotions. The hero cursed themselves. Even when they hated them, they knew them. They knew every single habit, every single detail. “This will haunt you.”
“You already do.” The hero paused and took one last look at the villain. “Don’t you ever come back.”
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In Your Lap
Sharp nails kindly grazed Hero's thigh as they held as still as possible in Villain's lap. The way the ropes bounded their wrists behind their back made it unbearably uncomfortable, but the unexpected warmth of Villain forced Hero into accepting the solace.
Maybe if they had listened in more attentively, they could hear the sounds coming from outside the car and feel the turns as they gradually rode up to wherever Villain had planned to take them afterwards. From behind the blindfold, Hero's eyes had turned soft and heavy at the easy rhythm of the road, yet they fought to keep themselves from falling into Villain's trap so quickly.
If they hadn't let Villain take advantage of them during their fight, they wouldn't have been here in the first place. The worst that could happen had already passed, so it wasn't like they were in any danger.
Hero unconsciously rested their head onto Villain's chest, temporarily forgetful of their promise to themselves.
A low chuckle vibrated from them, "Getting comfortable, I see?"
They froze and took a second to quietly chastise themselves for being too predictable. "Shut up."
"Who knew you'd be so easily swayed? Or maybe you just enjoy being in the clutches of a villain?" They chuckled louder, and this time, Hero didn't take their chances and pushed themselves off.
Villain forced them back down firmly, just enough to allow Hero to hear the thumping of their heart. "Where are you going?"
Their cheeks grew warmer at the sensation of Villain's breath by their ear. "Let me off." They said, still struggling to keep awake.
Villain's grip remained firm to keep them in place. "You're telling me what to do?" they lightly nudged them, their hand squeezing slightly on their thigh as a helpful reminder of their roles. "You're my prisoner, Hero. Remember that."
"I'm not, and you better let me go." They whispered sharply, still faltering against the currents of the undeniable attraction that pulled them closer to Villain.
"Why? You know you're enjoying this as much as I do."
Their blush darkened, "No, I'm not." Again, they tried to slip out of their grasp. Hero could hardly concentrate on their breathing; they had been warned previously about the challenges of facing Villain, and perhaps Villain's real powers lay in their charms and smooth talking. What would everyone say if Hero had been snuggling so closely with their sworn enemy? Then what?
As if reading their mind, Villain leaned in closely, "Don't worry, love. I'm not going to tell anyone about our little secret." A hand ran idly by the strands of their hair; they shivered instinctively. Hero knew that if it weren't for this blindfold, they would see that classic evil grin from Villain as they would savour their win against them. For now, Hero thought, they would have to play along nicely until their escape.
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OMG I LOVE YOUR STORIES SO MUCH!
Could you please do one where the villian dies and the hero is all sad and stuff but then they find out the villian isn't actually dead?
Request #32
Ooooooo yes, yes, this will do nicely...
The bed was cold. Had been cold for the past two weeks.
The hero did what they'd now grown accustomed to doing and pulled a pillow against their chest, hugging it tightly whilst their eyes slipped shut - wishing it was something else. Someone else.
Sleep wasn't easy still, but it was getting better. The hero managed to drift off over the course of an hour, mind pointedly blank as they let the relief of unconsciousness wash over them. It was the only time they didn't think of them. The only time they didn't have to remember...
They woke up only three hours later. Or, at least, they thought they did. But when they felt a puff of breath against their neck and an arm draped over their waist - the embrace so warm and so familiar - the hero knew that they must be dreaming.
They turned around sleepily and tucked their head beneath the villain's chin, hiding themself away into the safest place they knew.
Softly, a hand came up to stroke through their hair, skilled fingers carding through messy locks: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
The hero could have cried at the sound of that voice. Instead they simply cuddled closer, taking the small moment for what it was.
"You didn't," they said. "I'm still dreaming."
The villain hummed. "Is it a good dream?" they asked.
"It's perfect," the hero said.
A beat.
The silence between them was soft. Comfortable. A quiet sanctuary made for just the two of them to share - so familiar with one another that it seemed only natural that they should take a moment to indulge in that single embrace; natural to let all other things fall away if only to acknowledge a touch as if it were holy.
"I didn't plan to run," the villain said after a while. "Definitely not for that long."
The hero huffed, the sound of it bitter as it left their lips. "I wouldn't exactly call dying 'running.'"
"Woah, who said anything about dying?"
The hero froze.
Suddenly something seemed to dawn on them. Or, more accurately, everything did: the warmth of the bed, the villain's hand in their hair, their shared breaths, the way the sheets tangled around their legs...Too detailed, too specific, too - too real.
"What do you mean dying?" the villain pressed.
The villain who was alive, and here, and holding them.
Wait.
Wait.
The hero sat up and switched on the light, half expecting the villain to vanish with the room's shadows but instead they remained, dark eyes blinking up at them with more innocence than they should be allowed.
The hero's next breath came out shakily, voice no stronger than a hollow whisper: "How are you here?"
The villain's head cocked to the side, one hand reaching out...
The hero shuffled back. "You died."
Their partner froze almost perfectly, a tense second passing between them before their hand retracted back and they joined the hero in sitting up straight, brow drawing down in the same way it always did when things got serious. Always had...
Did - had; did - god the hero didn't know what to think anymore.
If the villain was alive then what had they seen? What had been plaguing their dreams - stealing the breath and tears right from them - for the past two weeks?
They had thought...God, they had thought...
In that moment, they truly didn't know whether they wanted to punch the villain or hug them.
"Hero, you," the other paused, eyes widening fractionally at the sight of the tears quickly gathering in the hero's eyes. "You didn't think I was dead, right?"
At the simple question, the hero's expression crumbled miserably.
A broken sob split free from their throat and they fumbled - still hopelessly torn between punching and hugging so they grabbed the pillow next to them instead, clutching it close and burying their face. The villain was everything to them; they had thought they'd lost everything.
"Oh, Hero, I'm so sorry." The villain's arms found them quickly, pulling them tight and close. "I'm so sorry, I didn't- I thought you would know. I thought you would - you always know me so well - and I...Two weeks. God, you thought I-- for two weeks."
Screw the pillow, the hero was too wrecked right now to do anything but cry. They pushed the item away in favour of clinging onto the villain instead, pressing in as close as they could manage.
"I'm sorry," the villain kept saying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Good. They should be.
The hero hated them - hated them.
And they also loved them. So, so much.
Whatever had happened before didn't matter in that moment. The hero couldn't have cared less about how the villain had gotten there - how they'd come back, come home - because at the heart of it all they didn't have time to. The night was still pressing down on them: outside the streets were dark, the city lights shining coldly underneath a misted fall of rain and the sound of a rumbling unquiet...
And the hero was still so scared that they would wake up.
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It was becoming unbearable, the way Hero managed to carry such confidence even when the odds were stacked against them. Scraped and tired, they still fought on and Villain would be lying to say that they weren’t good at it.
It shouldn’t have been a fair fight, not even close. Villain had made sure of it.
All their weapons had been placed strategically, the layout of their lair committed to their memory. Every twist and turn accounted for. Every hidden wall known only to Villain, just so they could pop out of the shadows when Hero least expected it- and yet here they were, stumbling back from a punch that nearly caught their temple.
Villain was scarce on air, their chest heaving from having run so far. They had been caught off guard the moment Hero managed to land just a hair away from their placed trap. With everything they had calculated, it was nearly impossible, but Villain had hardly had the time to wrap their head around it before Hero charged at them in the next moment.
Eyes wide with fear- though Villain would never openly admit it- they jumped back and barely avoided the swipe of Hero’s weapon. Head swarming and heart beating a million miles a minute, Villain scanned the space. They were in the lab- how had they run all the way to the lab? Their plan was falling apart faster than they could’ve thought.
The snap of wire beneath their heel didn’t help things in the slightest.
A shriek was torn from their throat as they were whisked into the air without warning. Cords appeared from seemingly nowhere, ensnaring Villain’s wrists and ankles. Their limbs were pulled against the wall, pinned by the thick cords and almost painfully tight.
“Well, isn’t this amusing?” Hero had slowed to a stop. Their hand came up to cover their mouth though it did nothing to conceal the laughter that bubbled up from their chest.
“Screw off,” Villain hissed. They yanked at the restraints though as expected, they didn’t budge. They had been designed to withstand superhuman strength after all.
Hero’s laughter only increased. They clutched their sides as their shoulders shook, all while Villain continued to pull at the cords to no avail. When they had finally gathered themselves, Hero took the moment to stroll closer, a sly smile placed on their face. “I suppose this wasn’t a part of your little plan, hm?”
“Not initially, no,” Villain allowed the sarcasm to drip from their voice. In truth, they had forgotten completely about the trap. Late nights filled with scheming always left room for error, and this particular space had slipped their mind, much to their misfortune.
Villain tensed as Hero stepped closer. There was but an inch between their faces, so much that they could feel the crime-fighter’s breath against their cheek. Had they not been unable to move their wrists, they would have pushed the Hero away.
“It’s nice to see you struggle for once. I was beginning to think that beautiful brain of yours would never slip up.”
So did I. Villain fought the urge to admit it out loud. So much training, so much planning. They would never willingly cause such a screw up, and not to the Hero of all people.
Their hands flexed against the cords. “So what now?” Villain’s eyes narrowed, “Are you going to turn me in? Humiliate me more?”
“Humiliate?” Hero crossed their arms with a smirk, “I wasn’t the one who stumbled into their own trap.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s the truth- and no. I won’t be taking you in.”
“You won’t?”
Hero shook their head. “For you, I have other plans.”
Villain opened their mouth to question when the Hero pressed forwards, hands gripping either side of their waist. Villain let out a surprised squeak and they glared at the Hero who only smiled in return.
They felt Hero’s fingers roam over the belt they had clipped around their waist. “I saw you reaching for something just before you were caught.” They leaned close, “A switch was it? One that controls all of the traps.”
“Let go of me,” Villain grit between their teeth. Hero was close, much too close. Even between their layers of uniforms, Villain felt warmth between them. Despite their frustration, they couldn’t keep their face from growing hot.
As Hero spoke, Villain could nearly feel the brush of lips against their ear. “Oh come on. You want to get free, don’t you?”
“I can escape just fine by myself.”
“Is that so?”
“I don’t need your help.” Their eyes narrowed and yet they still gasped when Hero’s hand trailed up their waist.
“So stubborn. Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”
“Just shut up and get me out of this.”
“I thought you didn’t need my help.” There it was again. The devilish smile that was so infuriating, and yet, so enticing at the same time.
“I don’t.” The Villain was quick to bite back. Their hands twisted where they tried again to pull free. It was useless, they couldn’t free themself. “Just give me the remote.”
Something flickered within the Hero’s eyes. Slowly, their hand drifted back to the Villain’s belt, fumbling with the pockets. Seconds seemed like hours. The Villain forced themself to draw in a deep breath.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
From the corner of their eye they caught sight of a slim item. The remote. Hero held it just in front of their eyes, dangling it like some sort of prize. “Give it to me,” Villain said. They were growing impatient.
“What’s the magic word?”
“I’m not playing games, Hero. Give. It.”
Their nemesis sighed, curling their fingers tighter around the switch. “That’s not very polite of you. I only help good Villains.”
Fury bloomed through Villain. It took everything not to scream in their enemy’s face. If their hands had been freed, they swore they would have strangled Hero by now. Instead, they clenched their jaw and hissed, “Screw you.”
“Fine then.” There wasn’t a chance to react before Hero released their fingers, sending the remote far across the room. It landed on the tile floors with a dull clatter. Villain’s fingers tightened into fists, their retort dying on their lips.
They glared up at their nemesis, jaw set. “You’re asking for a death wish.”
“And you’re quite pretty when you struggle. Let me know when you finally manage to escape.” Hero winked, turning on their heel.
They crossed the room and allowed Villain’s string of curses to echo behind them, but not before pausing at the discarded remote. With a final smirk they nudged it backward and sent it skidding just under Villain’s feet.
For once Villain ignored their smugness and accepted the olive branch.
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Gangster's Wife / Pt. 3
Warnings: Mature Themes, Violence, Language, Spicy, Horny.
Part 4
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"Oh, dear."
Hero scrambled all around her apartment, her eyes narrowed as she went into a frenzy.
Her beautiful black dress clung to her curves, with short sleeves, an off shoulder design and showing her collarbone and shoulders. A slit was near her right leg, for more access to kick and fight if needed. Her hair was open and curled, since she looked better when it was free. Hee makeup was neat, nude and neutral.
Nothing over the top. It was just classical and elegant.
Hero scrambled around as she put on her heels, glancing at the clock. She might be late by a few minutes, but then again, it's not like anyone else would be. She quickly put on the Black platform heels, a series frown on her face.
She sighs, patting her skirt as she let out a deep breath. Shaking her head, she quickly grabs her clutch, her invite and her keys, quickly walking out of her apartment and locking the door.
.......
The gala seemed so boring and peaceful, with every hero and villain talking rather calmly.
Hero sighs, walking around with a flute of champagne as the hard-drive felt heavy in her clutch. She looked all around, looking for any familiar face.
The walls and colors were gold and shallow, showing the power and wealth the hero industry had. Along with the many. The chandeliers were all lit with candles.
Many tables were set around the sides, with different appetizers that were sweet, sour, spicy and exotic. A few mini bars were also around the room, with barmen shaking their drinks and laughing heroes and villains alike.
The gala was a way to keep the villains tame, to keep the heroes good. It was supposed to show the true nature of how the two sides worked together. They may have been fighting each other, against each other, but they could also maintain peace and be good to one another.
Currently, the music was playing as many people danced to the classical song. Heroes and villains all talked with another, some civil, some kind and some not nice. A few hard glares, a few arguments had happened but it was nothing new. Especially with the rivalries and hated villains and stupid heroes against each other.
Hero pursues her lips, shaking her head as she took a sip of her drink. It was all stupid to her, heroes and villains would never understand each other.
"My, my, my, don't you look ready to fight."
Hero turns around, glaring as she spots Villain in front of her, smirking. She scowls. "What do you want?"
Villain grins. "I want a lot of things. Including a bit of info on all your precious heroes. But alas, that is only a dream." He sighs. "As your team only keeps stopping me."
Hero smiles fakely. "Well, whenever we do catch you, you somehow escape." She eyes him warily. "Your not going to do anything, right? This gala is supposed to show peace and tranquility." She crosses her arms, gripping her clutch tightly and pulling it closer.
She can't have anyone finding out that most of the information on many top heroes was in her hands, it would be too easy for the villains to steal it and gain info on them. And then how would they fight them if they knew their weaknesses?
"Peace and tranquility," Villain snorts, taking a sip of his drink. "Please, Hero. You and I both know that's bullshit. We hate each other, we all do. We're just forced to show we can be tame together so the public can be affirmed or some shit."
Hero frowns, her eyes going all around the large and luxurious ballroom. She looks back at him, playing with her feet as she swished the bottom of her dress with her heels.
Villain smirks. "And even if I did try, it would lead to a very big, very chaotic fight." He starts walking away. "And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"
Hero watched him go with narrowed her eyes, clutching her clutch tightly, she looked around warily.
She bites her lower lip, spotting Leader and Superhero taking to the hero council. Mentor seemed to be relaxed and poised, along with everyone else. It seemed that Superhero and Leader hadn't told them yet. They hadn't told them of the lead or clue. Or for the fact what had happened and what Superhero had ordered them to do.
Hero frowns, tilting her head in her usual cute way as she watched them.
This was bad and stupid at the same time. If the council found out, they wouldn't be happy. But then again, they would be happy if he was ever caught.
Hero snorts at that, shaking her head humorously. No way would that happen. He was like a shadow, lurking around but never getting caught. No one knew who he was, no one.
Even the villains feared him, especially the most powerful villains. They wouldn't even say his name for fear of provoking him, she scoffs at that. It was stupid but very nice as it showed just how strong his reputation was, even if he had never showed his face.
People thought he was myth, many civilians did. Many of the lower villains and heroes did. But they knew the truth, he was no myth. He was true as could be. He was the King of the Criminal World. He ruled it, even if he was never officially elected. He ruled it. Everyone knew this.
Hero looks back at Leader who was looking around warily, his gaze series. He was stupid, he really was. Along with Superhero. They really should tell the council of what had happened and what Superhero himself had ordered. They would be delighted but also exhausted as the attempts would be futile.
No one could ever catch the bastard.
Hero hummed, glancing down at her flute of champagne. She sighs before downing it in one go, swallowing the fizzy drink. She puts it on a empty tray before walking away, her hips swaying.
All of a sudden, a fire alarm blares out loudly, causing everyone to panic and scream. Many heroes look around in anger and annoyance, getting into positions as they looked around for any sign of danger. Many villains also run along and get into position, looking around wildly.
A few were running along and scrambling away, towards the exit and trying to leave the ballroom in a frenzy.
Hero's eyes widen in horror. "Villain," she hissed in irritation as she noticed the familiar armed goons running towards where Superhero's office was, located in the east hallway on the third floor.
"Hero has the hard-drive!"
Hero froze when she heard the yell, noticing it to be one of Villain's men, who was pointing at her. She swallows hard when she notices many of the villains turn to look in her direction, along with a few heroes.
"In her clutch!"
"Fuck," Hero mumbles before she quickly turns and runs out of the room, she hears a few yells and battle cries. She glances back to see a fight ensue between the heroes and villains. Along with an annoyed Superhero and Mastermind, who tried to control the situation which was now getting out of hand.
Hero panics as she hears the yells and footsteps of many villains running after her, she runs faster, gripping her clutch tightly. She nearly trips but rights herself, hurrying down a long corridor in panic.
She turns many corridors and corners, trying to confuse the crowd of villlains after her.
Hero huffs, turning a corner and leaning against the wall, panting as she breathed for air. She takes deep breathes, her lungs burning. Atleast she still knew she could still run in heels. She sighs, hearing the voices of Villains.
"Where did she go?!"
"Where's Hero!"
"Where the fuck did she go?!"
"Get off of me!"
"Leave! That hard drive is mine!"
"Make me!"
Hero let's out a sigh of relief as she hears a few footsteps run down the opposite hallway, with many arguments between the villains.
Biting her lower lip, she opens her clutch and hesitatinly pulls the hard drive out. She stares at it, debating what to do and where to hide it.
She makes a face. She looks around before stuffing the hard drive in her bra. She sighs in relief before she turns and heads down the corridor.
Her smile falls off when she sees who's in front of her. She gulps, seeing Villain stand before her with his men behind him. Her heart starts to race in fear and anticipation, she eyes him.
"I knew I should have cuffed you," Hero scowls.
Villain smirks, his hands in his pockets. "Kinky." His eyes narrow as he snaps his fingers. "Grab her and bring me the hard drive." He pauses. "Unless, you'll hand it over."
"Never." Hero glares hard at him.
"Fine by me," Villain shrugs.
All at once the men charge at her, Hero throws the clutch at them and they fight over it to grab it. She watches in amusement, smirking as she slowly backs away.
"It's empty, boss." One of the men spoke up.
Villain's eyes snap towards the young but also old hero. "You hid it. Where? Give it to me."
Hero chuckles. "Sure, come and get it if your bold enough." She then gets into a fighting position, her eyes smug and not at all looking like a hero.
Villain clenches his jaw in anger. "You bitch! Get her you idiots!"
Hero jumps back before punching the man in the face, causing him to groan. She then kicks his chest, causing him to be pushed back on a another man.
She then cartwheels, before wrapping her legs around one of the men's neck and twisting it, causing him to cry out at the pain.
She gets off and runs to another, punching and kicking. She flips in the air before grabbing his wrist and twisting it. The man groans, whimpering.
Hero then kicks him in between the legs before turning towards the last two, smirking and beckoning them forward.
They charge at her and she immediately dives down, punching one of their face and kicking the other. She grabs both their heads and hits them against each other, smirking as they fell down and in pain.
Hero's eyes snap up towards Villain, who was now glaring at her with hatred, looking annoyed. He clenched his jaw. "Give me the hard drive. Give it to me," he states, stepping forward threateningly.
Hero hums. "Let me think," she giggles, shaking her head. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Did I mention no?" She raises an eyebrow. She quickly turns to dart down the opposite hallway.
Villain growls, running after her. "Hero! Come back here! Give me the hard drive!" He yells out, grunting as he turns left down a corridor.
Hero grunts, turning a sharp corner. As she runs, she debates what to do and what not to do. Fuck it, why should she be scared of Villain? It's not like he'll grab it off her, no one has the guts to grab it from her from where she put it on her. She pauses and turns around, as he comes to stop a few feet away, glaring at her.
"Give it to me," Villain glares hard at her. "Come on, Hero. Don't be a pathetic little hero, give it to me."
Hero gulps, looking around as the hallway only consisted of Villain. She looks at him, her heart racing. Her eyes widen when she turns to see more men run behind her.
"Shite,"
Villain's lips quirk up. "Whoever gets the hard drive from Hero, I'll reward them." He spoke up, his eyes full of malice.
Hero gulps as she turns to see all the villains, minor assistants and henchmen behind her, eyeing her like she was some sort of weak pray.
Other Villain smirks. "Fine by me, come here Hero...." He purred, stepping forward with a creepy grin.
Hero takes a deep breath, shaking her head as she loosened herself. "Alright. Bring it," she says, before they charge at her.
She dodges most of them, ducking down and punching them in the throat or kicking them back. Her heels were good for that, that shit actually hurt.
She yelps, jumping back as a henchmen continues to throw punches at her. She narrows her eyes before ducking behind him and kicking the back of his knees, she then punches his face, knocking him out.
"Can't one of you get her!" Villain groans, leaning against the wall as he watched with growing irritation. He watched as she defeated almost ever villain easily, afterall, her skills were unparalleled.
Hero dodges another hit and instead kicks him with her heel, hearing him groan in pain. She smirks and punches him back. She looks down at her now brushed knuckles, she shakes them off and instead continues fighting the others.
"Come here," Other Villain grins.
Hero only rolls her eyes, punching his face easily. She watches him whimper before he falls down on the floor, she put a hand on her hip and tutted. "He really should train more,"
"Couldn't agree," Villain mutters.
Hero lunges at the last man, kicking him in the nose, his vision blurred and he grunted, falling to the floor. She sighs, rubbing her sore knuckles with a frown.
Villain scowls, getting off from where he was leaning against the wall. "Hero. Give me the hard drive. You know me. I wouldn't release the information,"
Hero narrows her eyes. "No, but you'd sell it."
Villain pauses, clicking his tongue. "Yes, well. I need a way to get rich and important." He shrugs before turning his dark stare on her. "Give it to me."
Hero starts to back away, shaking her head. "No..." she holds her hands up. "Do you really think I have it?"
Villain scoffs. "You may have hidden it. If you hadn't, then why did you run?"
Hero pauses. "I'm not giving it to you," she shakes her head before saying.
Villain clenched his jaw. "When I get my hands on you-"
"Touch her, and you die."
Hero froze, her whole figure stiffening up as she heard the cold and powerful voice. Her heart leaped, racing faster in her chest. She dug her nails in her palms, feeling the pain and welcoming it. She let's out a breath.
No. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. She had hoped, begged and pleaded that she was wrong, that the clue was wrong. She didn't want him here. Fear grew in her as her eyes snapped up.
Villain blinks, slowly turning around to see two men stood behind him, a few feet away. Both of them had had a powerful but dangerous aura, especially the man who stood in front of the other man.
Hero felt her heart lurch. She discreetly patted her chest, checking if the hard drive had fell out. It hadn't, it was still stuffed in her bra.
Villain narrows his eyes, but stayed silent, not making any move. Even if he didn't know who these men were, the aura they gave off was quite dangerous. "Who are you?" He finally spoke up, his voice hesitant.
The other man spoke up. "Forgive the interruption, Villain." He didn't seem sorry, only in disdain as he looked at the criminal. "But I'm-"
"Right Hand," Hero breathes out.
Villain's eyes glance towards her.
The man looks at her, smiling. "Yes. Right Hand."
"Right Hand, that means...." Villain slowly looks over at the other men with pure fear. He gulps, trying to stay strong. "I, I, I, forgive me." He looks down, stepping back slightly.
Right Hand smirks.
Hero felt her heart race as the familar man began to walk towards her.
Villain watched with fear, anger and confusion. He needed that hard drive from that puny human. How could, how could he know about it?
Right Hand breathes out, watching his boss.
Hero looks at the tall man stood in front of her, staring at her intently. "Supervillain," she whispers quietly, his name a sweet essence on her tongue.
Villain narrows his eyes, willing his hands to stop shaking with fear. Why should he be scared? He really shouldn't. He was villain afterall. He looks between the two, perplexed.
Supervillain's lips quirk up in a small smirk, his eyes dark. He steps closer so his breath hit her face, she clenches her fists together.
He hums. "The hard drive," he spoke quietly.
Hero only stared at him in a daze. "I don't have it," she half heartily lied. His voice was rich and smooth, causing her skin to tingle.
Supervillain raised his eyebrows. "No?" His hands grabbed her hips, causing her to jolt and let out a soft gasp.
Right Hand averts his eyes, looking away from his boss and the hero.
Villain's eyes watched them, interested and confused. He narrowed his eyes, frowning and shifting in his spot, feeling uncomfortable slightly.
Hero takes a sharp intake of breath as his hands ghosted over her hips to her waist, she watches as his eyes raked over her form with appreciation. She felt her breath hitch when he paused, meeting her eyes.
Her heart drops when he smirks. He knew. But he wouldn't, would he? He didn't seem to be bold, no, that's wrong. He was bold. But he wouldn't do it in front of Villain and Right Hand, would he?
Hero only raised her eyebrow, staring at him.
Supervillain chuckles. "I see, smart and clever." He hums, his hands ghosted over her chest. "No one would dare to grab it, yet...." His fingers dipped in her bra, grabbing the hard drive and gently pulling it out.
Hero ignored the flush of her cheeks, feeling his fingers linger on her collarbone as he pulled his hand away. She could feel tingles on her skin, her eyes staring at him intensely, she gulps as her eyes glance towards the hardrive. Maybe he was bold, really bold.
Villain chokes, looking away as his face turned red in humiliation and embarrassment. His eyes grew with shock and partly disgust, what was happening?
Right Hand only sighs, looking back at them.
Supervillain hummed as he stared at the small black thing. "Very clever." He meets her gaze.
Hero only stares at him, before she blinks and her eyes go to the hard drive with a panic. She meets his gaze again with a frown.
Supervillain takes out another hard drive, similar to the first before gripping her hand and putting it in her palm.
Hero could feel her stomach churn and her heart leap as she felt his cold skin on her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. She let's out a breath, meeting his gaze.
Supervillain finally eyes her up and down, a small smirk on his face. "You look ravishing, Mi Amor." He chuckles before turning and throwing the hard drive at Villain, who catches it. He looks up in surprise, swallowing hard.
Right Hand sighs.
Hero's lips part, frowning as she looked back at the copy of the hard drive.
Supervillain leans in towards her, his breath hot on her ear. "Stay near the left of the entrance, wait there." He whispers before pulling away and addressing the criminal.
"Ye-yes?"
"You won't bother Hero anymore," Supervillain hums, fixing his cuff links casually. "You'll instead only bother and annoy and attack her team. Not her." His gaze is dark. "Got it?"
Villain gulps fearfully, nodding eagerly.
Supervillain smiles, but it held no humor. "Good." He nods, before sparing one last glance towards Hero before walking away with Right Hand following him with a serious expression.
Villain grins happily, looking at the hero smugly but it falls when he sees the shock and star struck expression on her face, along with....longing? He frowns. However, he quickly hides the hard drive and stands up straight when the hero council run over.
"Hero!" Leader calls out, the team behind him. Superhero and Mentor, along with the council walk behind them. "Is the hard drive safe?" He asks with a frown.
Hero silently holds it up, not looking at him. She just held it out, not opening her mouth.
Leader sighs in relief, grabbing it. "It's safe,"
"Oh thank goodness," Hero 2 sighs. "It's safe."
"Yeah, the villains attacking us really wanted those documents." Sidekick nods.
Teammate frowns but also nods.
Teammate 2 glances at Villain. "What happened, Hero?" She asks suspiciously.
Hero only shakes her head. "Nothing. Absolutely, nothing." She looks down.
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Later that hour, Hero stood outside. As soon as all the heroes and most of the villains and sidekicks were gone, and she was alone, she let out a yell.
She immediately begins to pace, muttering curses. "I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." She paced back and forth. "Why am I so stupid, this wasn't supposed to happen!" She yells. She smacks her forehead.
Hero could feel a headache coming on, she groans and rubs her head. "Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't I have stayed at home and ate ice cream?" She frowns and hugs herself, glancing at her black coat.
"I really don't understand what happened."
Hero's eyes snap up to see Villain, she sighs and stands up straight. "What do you want?" She crosses her arms.
Villain pursues his lips, staring hard at her. He doesn't say anything, only shaking his head and letting out a breath.
Hero frowns. She goes to say something but a limo pulls up in front of them on the street, she looks towards it and swallows hard.
Villain blinks.
Right Hand steps out from the front seat, giving a small smile as he turned to them. "My boss already gave orders, Villain. You should leave," he spoke coldly.
Villain nods, slowly walking away. He hesitates though, keeping an ear out to listen in on the conversation.
Right Hand turns to the young but also old hero, he smiles kindly and opens the door for her.
Hero stays put, only hugging herself as she stared at the door with furrowed eyebrows. Once she sat down, she would have to talk to him. She wasn't gonna take that chance. "I have my car, I can drive home." She spoke quietly.
Right Hand frowns. "He insists." He gives her a look.
Hero bites her lower lip.
Right Hand sighs. "You may have aged but your still as stubborn as a mule."
Hero smiles. "I thought I was stubborn as a brat according to you,"
Right Hand only chuckles. "Please. Get in," he nods to the open door he held. "It's cold. We wouldn't want you to get sick."
Hero pursues her lips before slowly nodding. She ducks down and takes a seat, watching as the door closed. She sighs as the warm heat of the limo engulfed her, warming her up from the cold. She looks down at her lap, not bothering to look at the person who sat across from her.
She closes her eyes, vaguely feeling the limo start to move. She let's out a breath, playing with her fingers.
"You've changed,"
Hero's eyes snap up to meet his when he speaks up. He leant back against the italian black leather of the limo, one of his arms spread on the seat while the other was in his lap. He was staring at her.
"People change," Is the only thing she says before turning her gaze out the window. She watched as the city lights went by, the buildings tall and regal. People laughed all around, the civilians all free and happy.
"Why did you give that hard drive to Villain?" She finally spoke up, turning to him seriously.
Supervillain only cocked an eyebrow. "Why did you hide that hard drive in your bra?"
Hero felt her cheeks flush. "I asked the question first,"
Supervillain shrugs. "It's not like he'll do anything, pesky roach." He mutters, shaking his head.
Hero frowns, shaking her head. "You don't know him like I do. He'll use it for his own benefit, he won't care about the consequences. He'll sell the information and then many heroes will fall under danger."
Supervillain stares at her. "Are you and Villain close?" He asks, patting his lap casually.
Hero shakes her head. "What does that have to do with anything? He's mainly Hero 2's nemesis," she answered his question regardless.
Supervillain only hummed, turning his gaze to the window.
Hero scowls. "Are you even fucking listening to me?" She sits up, her eyes narrowing.
Supervillain chuckles. "There she is. The Hero I know," he smirks, turning to her. "You've been so...docile."
"Call me docile again, I dare you."
"Your docile."
Hero glares at him.
Supervillain shrugs. "Am I wrong? Your so...obedient. Not that it's a bad thing," He shakes his head. "But listening to others obediently is so stupid."
Hero scoffs. "I have a job."
"Yeah. A faulty one,"
Hero glares at him.
Supervillain hums. "Although Villain is powerful, he's not that strong. He won't do anything stupid."
Hero sighs, looking down at her lap and playing with her hands.
"Speaking of stupid... "
Hero looks up at him.
"Since when do you smoke?" Supervillain was frowning at her.
Hero scowls. "Since 2-3 months ago,"
Supervillain stares at her.
Hero huffs. "What? Are you-what are you doing?" She asks in a panic when he moves, sitting down next to her. She squirms, moving closer to the window, eyeing him.
Supervillain stares at her. "Sitting down. Why? Do you have a problem? It's my limo."
Hero glares at him, squirming away from him. "That doesn't make you entitled to come in someone's personal space." She eyes him.
Supervillain leans closer. "Everything in this limo, belongs to me." He whispered.
Hero swallows hard, gripping the fur of her coat tightly as she stared into his eyes.
Supervillain stares at her for a few moments before smirking and pulling away.
Hero looks away, a scowl on her pretty face.
"Still so alluring...." Supervillain hums. "But just as fiery and passionate."
Hero's eyes snap towards his hand which was no on her lap, gentle tracing patterns on her hand. She slaps its away, snapping. "Don't touch me."
Supervillain chuckles, raising his hands in surrender.
Hero sighs as the limo comes to a stop outside her apartment building. She quickly gets out even before Right Hand has a chance to open the door. She pauses, giving him a polite smile.
She spares one last glance towards Supervillain before turning and walking inside.
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Hero weakly glared at those perfectly polished shoes, barely an inch away from his face, as they rhythmically tapped on the bloody floor.
Tap tap tap.
The usual sickly sweet lullaby echoed in his ears distracting him from his racing heartbeat and he found himself unwillingly calming down, his resolve leaving his spirit along with the blood from his veins. "Shut up.." he murmured as his eyes closed, his body preparing for another nightmare filled sleep.
The smiling Villain carefully cleaned the tools that were ever so helpful during their wonderful playtime, humming the song he knew the Hero loathed. "Now now, no need to be so rude, " he peered at his shiny reflection before placing a scalpel on the tray, "after all we're having so much fun together aren't we?"
Hero didn't have the energy nor will to respond to his taunts and simply flexed his fingers on the cool tiles as he felt his consciousness slipping-"AaAgh!!!" When an all too familiar sharp pain shocked the nerves in his hand and forced him to shoot his eyes open, spotting the previously clean scalpel deeply lodged into his flesh. "Aren't we?" Villain's eyes had lost their playfulness and his smile fell into a bemused frown.
"Y-YES!" Hero coughed out, his eyes painfully closing once again when Villain yanked out the scalpel, a trail of fresh blood following it.
Villain sighed and brought the tool close to his face "Was that really so hard?" His smile returned in the form of a playful grin, eyes becoming crazed as he slowly licked the blood off the scalpel "Now I have to clean it, again, " he shot a pointed look to Hero even though he knew he'd already passed out. "And you know how much I dislike cleaning"
The Villain cackled by himself in the spotless room, in exception to the dark red stain, that only increased in size and surrounded the man on the floor, as he thought of what tomorrow's playtime entailed.
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I’m stronger than you
Cw: spicy, the story might sound a bit toxic but i just imagined both of them as psychos
The hero and the villain were busy tasting their food, they were at the hero’s house, in a small room. They had met to discuss a possible alliance between the two, to defeat the super villain. But they had spent the whole afternoon arguing so the hero thought that maybe eating and drinking alcohol would help them feel less angry. In part, it helped.
The table where they were sitting was full of candles that were the only source of light available. The hero’s face, however, in that context, looked more beautiful in the eyes of the villain: the enemy’s sweet and soft lips appeared more inviting with the light of the candles flame. Part of the food was still there, but at that moment the attention of both was focused on something else.
While the hero was thinking about the plan they had to create, watching a map of the city, the villain observed the other: their figure was certainly much more attractive than usual, the hero was dressed in clothes that the enemy worshipped. The villain themselves had threatened the hero several times to steal their clothes, because they were too beautiful. In that case, the reason would have been another. The criminal would have loved to touch the other’s skin with their fingers without any hinderance.
“So? About the plan? We rested a bit but now we have to discuss seriously.” Said the hero, resting their hand under their head thoughtfully.
“It’s not hard to defeat the super villain” the villain then replied. “They’re smart, but not as smart as I am. Strong, but not as strong as I am. Cool, but i am cooler. You know what, I should be the one called super villain!”
The hero rolled their eyes, is it possible that their enemy was always so full of themselves?“You’re not helping. Plus, I’m much stronger than you.” Said the hero smiling. “As you can see my skin is smooth, without even a small wound or bruise. I, on the other hand, managed to leave some small marks on your body.”
The villain then raised their eyebrows and started thinking about what their nemesis said…they had clearly tried to seduce them or to make them shut up, but it hadn’t worked at all. After a second of thinking, they decided: they would leave several marks on the hero’s skin, but in an...alternative way.
Then they smirked and replied.
“You’re right my little hero, but you should know that only a small part of my scars were made by you.” They smiled and got up from the table, walking to the hero’s chair. “But…if you need other proofs of my strength and ability to hurt people I can prove it to you.”
Then, they took a knife and started playing with it. The hero had his gaze fixed on their movements, part of them regretted their words. The villain was strong and dangerous but also very attractive. Such threats almost made them blush, probably because they always thought too much.
“You know love, with this knife I could easily create a nice scar on your pretty face. I could hurt you as much as I want, but you wouldn’t be the only person who was left amazed by my touch. But i like making works of art, so think about it.” The hero didn’t answer, they simply found themselves looking at the villain’s lips, which were getting closer and closer to their neck.
“W-well I don’t think I want a demonstration. I-i still think i’m stronger tho.” The hero then said, trying to calm the agitation mixed with the excitement they felt.
The villain then touched their neck, slowly began to kiss it, then bite it and sucked it softly. The hero’s breath was irregular, they wished they could control themselves. However, as soon as it began difficult to hold back the moans, their nemesis stopped. They noticed the mark on the enemy’s skin and smiled.
“I believe that you’re not stronger than me. Otherwise you wouldn’t have been so desperate. You deserve to understand what your place is, and i know it wouldn’t bother you. I can see you’re enjoying this.” Then whispered the villain, taking the knife and bringing it close to the hero’s neck.
The hero was shaking.“I-I don’t...” the hero began, but the phrase was interrupted by the villain’s lips on theirs. The kiss, without even a shred of sweetness, continued for a few moments. Both were full of desire, the hero’s hands were stuck in their nemesis hair, while the villain was touching the other’s chest. Before ending the kiss, the criminal bit their lips, making them bleed.
They both started to breathe again, the criminal had a smile stuck on their face.
“T-that kiss d-didn’t mean anything! I am stronger than you.” Said the hero. The villain was getting angry, and that would have meant trouble for the majority of the people. But not for the hero: they were clearly enjoying that situation although they would probably have been injured soon. That wasn’t a problem though, because it was still something the villain made on their skin. Something that they would have loved.
The villain took the knife, the hero was smiling knowing their destiny. But then, seeing how their nemesis was enjoying that, they put the knife down.
“W-what?”
“See? I think it’s clear now that I’m stronger than you.” Said the criminal, before they took their things and thought about leaving.
“Fine, you’re stronger than me. But now, can we end whatever we started?” asked the hero, hoping the other would have mercy for them.
“Well…i don’t think so. But i like that phrase, remember to say that the next time you’ll be so needy.”
• please, send me requests! I need a few ideas for new snippets. thanks for reading 💗
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Okokok hero x Villain ask here we go! So let’s say that Villain just recently lost a family member, they immediately stop showing up to fights, making schemes, all of that stuff. Instead, they sit in the cemetery where their beloved lays. Hero doesn’t know and thinks villain is planning something big and goes to search for them. Upon finding Villain at the cemetery and they have to comfort them! :D
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The hero glanced at the hologram, then up to the sign above them. Cold air kisses their cheeks as the smell of crying grass permeates the air. The signboard lets out a small creak after a gush of wind slams against it, giving more chills down the hero’s spine. Are they in the right place? Out of all places to go, the villain visited this old, eerie-looking cemetery.
They couldn’t help but gulp, striding forward to the entrance as their eyes wandered from the endless field of gravestones. The rusty gate closed out of nowhere, while the fog continued to cover the other side of the cemetery. This is giving them pure creeps. What if the villain has dug their grave for preparation? They shouldn’t have come here without their sidekick.
“Hello?” the hero said, scared of their voice when it echoed back to them. They glanced back and followed the paved way, ignoring the death stares of the crows above the electric fire. Ducks eventually quack in front of them, running into the river separating the forests and the land of corpses. This place doesn’t look that scary at all.
Soft sniffles of a person and caws of crows eventually filled the silence… they kinda take it back now. The crows flew to a certain gravestone, cawing as if following the music of the person’s cries. The hero can’t help but walk towards the place where the birds flocked. There, they find a familiar silhouette of darkness. Black hair, tendrils, and clothes, crying in front of a headstone.
“Villain?” the hero called, walking back as the tendrils began hissing and poking them to go away. The villain took a sharp breath, calmed their trembling body, and wiped their tears. They turned to the hero with their hollowed jet eyes red in tears.
“Hey, hero. Nice seeing you–uh… here?” the villain said, cheeriness visible in their voice, yet a hint of pain sings in there. Deeply hidden.
“Are you okay?” the hero asked, crossing their arms. A bad thing to do when someone is mourning in their face. They do not know what to say, whether to sit and comfort the villain, hug them, or none of the above. The hero would choose none of the above in no time, but the villain looking like the entire world fell apart in their eyes makes the hero’s heart wrench in pain.
The villain stared at them for a moment as if they were hallucinating before they nodded. “Yes… yes, I am okay.”
Their eyebrows creased, their eyes observing the villain from head to toe. “You are not okay.” They said, frowning as the villain tensed up at their statement. “What happened?”
The hero didn’t expect tears to flow down the villain’s eyes after asking such a question. Was that a sensitive question? Did they make it worse? Questions flooded the hero’s mind, their hands moving on their own. Their hands reached down to engulf the villain in a tight hug, shushing them in a gentle lull.
“He is gone…” the villain sobbed. “He is gone because of me. I should’ve listened to him. I should’ve never gone inside that pathetic laboratory.” The villain buried their face deeper in the crook of the hero’s neck. Icy tears wet the hero’s outfit. Their hand wriggled around the calming tendrils behind the villain.
“If it wasn’t for me. If I listened to him–” the hero held the villain tighter, letting their nemesis break in their arms like a rag doll full of emotions. Draining the tears they haven’t squeezed out for years, leaving themself helpless, and begging for the pain to stop. Guilt and hopelessness painted the villain and sculpted them into who they were, as anger brushed them in crimson red for the last time. Creating the villain.
“I hate everyone…” the villain said, pulling away from the hero’s embrace. Their gazes met as a light shone inside the villain’s hollowed eyes. The hero can’t help but caress their cheeks and breathtakingly admire them. If the hero could describe the villain in one word, despite their puffy eyes and ugly black tendrils scattered on their back, the word is ethereal.
The villain broke eye contact while the hero’s admiration remained unnoticed. “Your organization’s experiment made me like this. I hate your father and your family for that.” They paused, taking a deep breath as they slumped down, then looked back up again. “But why can’t I hate you as I despise them?”
It was all it takes for the hero to kiss them deeply.
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Hi yes sorry for the wait, procrastination hit hard, but here's another snippet
First prompt done! "The Hero had just come back from an absolutely brutal training session and was exhausted and jelly limbed, only for the Villain to stumble onto them! We all know Villan couldn't help themselves with such a treat!"
I wasn't too proud of this one at first but it looped around to being one of my favorites so far :3
cw, as usual: suggestive and (sorta) kidnapping
Snippet #5
Hero was panting from exhaustion as they walked home in the dead of night.
They'd finally finished up one of their most rigorous training sessions yet- it was well past midnight by now, and they'd started before noon- and were absolutely, utterly exhausted from the ordeal, especially now that the adrenaline had worn off. Their face was still red, their throat sore and their breathing heavy; they were tired to the point that even walking all the way home was a bit of a challenge...
"...Awww~"
The Hero's heartbeat spiked.
They whipped around with a squeak of surprise, throwing a panicked punch at the general area behind them in a brief panic.
Hero's arm stopped midway, their forearm grabbed to stop it before the punch could follow through.
Hero froze. As their conscious thought came back into play, they slowly looked up to see the figure still holding their arm in place. It was impossible to make out many details in the dark, but as their gaze trailed up to fully see the face of the figure, an intense, warm shiver went down their spine.
They saw the eyes staring back down at them. Bright red, with the signature, precise, terrifying glow that made them cleanly cut through the darkness like a spider looking down on its prey. A gaze Hero was all too familiar with.
Villain's.
"Now, what do we have here~?" Villain teased, gaze piercing the exhausted Hero. They tried to pull away in defiance but were caught off guard by Villain's other hand slipping under their chin, gently tilting their head to look back up at them.
"You look exhausted, sweetie~"
Hero felt their cheeks warm up. They were already pretty warm, sure, but this wasn't exhaustion making them flare up again.
...Fuck.
They knew full well what the fuzzy feeling in their chest was. It wasn't exactly a new experience, either; really, almost anything relating to the Villain got that reaction out of Hero. It wasn't news by now.
...But here, it was coming in full force, and they were in the prime position for Villain to notice it. They were panicking.
It somehow never really occurred to them that Villain's teasing wasn't for the sake of intimidation.
"I've never seen you put up so little of a fight~! Finally learning your place?" Villain taunted further, their expression satisfied as they looked down at the defenseless Hero.
"Wh- th- I, uh, well- NO, absolutely not!" snapped Hero, finally managing to get out something coherent.
"Awww, always so feisty~" Villain hummed in response, moving their face a closer to the defiant Hero. They were so precious like this! It was so rare to see them at their mercy, and they looked so damn cute...
Hero's blush was running full force. Being under Villain's gaze at all was flustering, but the teasing, the warmth of their touch, the fact they couldn't fight back right now...
Before either of them knew it, they had fallen into a mutual kiss.
Neither really knew how it happened- they both simultaneously found themself in the same position of locking lips with their nemesis.
They simultaneously flinched back in a startle, breaking the kiss rather abruptly and awkwardly. Neither said anything, but they remained looking at one another, mildly bewildered expressions on both of their faces as they tried to process what exactly just happened.
They just kissed.
It took them both a while to process this. They weren't in disbelief at the concept- they were both in shock that it actually just happened.
Now that it had, neither had any doubts in their mind.
Villain looked back over the flustered Hero, delighting in the way their pretty face showed both satisfaction and embarrassment, adoring the way they squirmed seeing their rival tower over them no longer in a perceived aggressive way, but rather a... possessive one.
"...Well, there's no way in hell I'm passing up such an easy little captive~"
Hero had never felt so excited.
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Writing Prompt 52
Villain grunted as they dragged the loopy Hero into their apartment.
"This is the last time you put me down as your emergency number, Hero."
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Snippet #14
CW: Kidnapping mention, implied neglect
After months of planning Villain had finally managed to kidnap Hero.
Their heart and mind was racing. They actually got away with it!? Did they have that dramatic monologue ready? Oh the agony they were going to put Hero through!
However when they put Hero in their holding cell they didn't expect to hear out pourings of gratefulness.
Hero: I thought you were going to torture me? Why'd you take me to such a nice room?
Villain, sputtering: Nice room!? This is a dungeon! There is nothing "nice" about it!
Hero: But I have a bed! With a sheet! This is nicer than any room the agency put me in! If I didn't know any better I'd think you like me or something.
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Hello!! I would like to request a part 2 (or not? more like another POV) to the protective younger sibling!sidekick snippet if you’re okay with it ^^
This time it’s hero asking henchman to meet up and henchman just panics like “omg do they know who i am?? bro im going to get my ass beat and die 😭💀” and decides to spill everything from their real identity to their bar escapades with sidekick
but in reality hero was just really glad that their younger sibling finally got a special someone so they just wanted to get to know them more and all about their relationship😭 also ofc they knew who henchman was all along, duh (their villain lover tells them literally everything)
pt. 1
“I swear, I wasn’t trying to spy on them or anything like that — at first I didn’t even know it was them and I think they still don’t know it’s me. I just kind of met them a couple of times coincidentally and I don’t know, I like them a lot, I really do. They’re so smart and like, I don’t know, so quick? Like they can keep up with my mind and I wasn’t really trying anything at first, I didn’t even think they’d like me and I was just kind of—”
“Woah, I didn’t even get to accuse you of anything.” The hero played with their pen out of habit and studied the henchman. They were certainly panicking and the hero was not going to let something this small turn into this giant thing. “I wish all my interrogations would go that way. Would make my job certainly easier…”
“Please don’t kill me,” the henchman whispered.
“Jeez. Relax. I’m not gonna kill you for dating my sibling.” The hero rolled their eyes. What exactly was their lover telling the henchman about them? That they were some sort of monster?
They definitely needed to talk to the villain. They’d danced around this subject for a while now. When the hero had found out a few weeks ago, they had wanted to talk to the henchman immediately but the villain had urged them not to rush into anything.
And they supposed the villain was right about that.
Getting into other people’s business didn’t always turn out great for the hero.
And they simply really wanted to see their lover.
“Technically, we’re not dating…”
“Well, whatever you want to call it, I can’t tell you what to do and what not to do. You’re great, so I have nothing to fear. I just wanted to get to know you a little better.” The hero worried their lip between their teeth. Maybe they had enough time to visit the villain during lunch? They let the pen spin in their hand.
“Wait…really?”
“Yeah, you’re old enough, I reckon. You can decide these things for yourself.” The hero took in a deep breath. Maybe they should review some cases first? For whatever reason, their mind kept jumping from one topic to another and they weren’t really sure if it was the coffee or them being a little more nervous than they wanted to admit.
This was their sibling’s first (potential) relationship. Clearly, they were old enough and the henchman was a great choice but the hero wondered if their sibling wanted to distance themselves now that they were older.
Whatever choice they’d make, the hero was going to support them, even if that meant they were the annoying older sibling. Maybe the villain had some advice for them.
They closed their eyes and took in a deep breath. Speculating wouldn’t get them far.
“I’m not really used to…responsibility, I guess?” The henchman stared at the hero’s desk as if they were trying to control it with their mind. Their nervousness had shifted to embarrassment and the hero didn’t want that in their office either.
“How so?”
The henchman thought about their words carefully, as if the hero was still an enemy they needed to be cautious around.
That was smart. But the hero doubted they still saw them as a threat. If they really wanted to date the hero’s sibling, they’d try everything to end up on the hero’s good side.
God, their mind was racing. They really needed to see the villain. They always managed to calm them down.
“…sometimes I feel more like a burden to the villain. They barely take me out on missions or let me help them,” they eventually said and the hero couldn’t believe how far off the henchman was with an assumption like that.
Them? A burden to the villain who protected them, shielded them as if they were their own child?
“They’re terrified of losing you,” the hero said.
“I can take care of myself. I’m not dumb.”
“They don’t think you are.” The hero clicked their pen a couple of times and doodled some hearts onto paper. The henchman seemed to be a usually quiet person but right now, a lot of frustration was set free.
It wasn’t exactly anger; it was disappointment.
“Still, I would appreciate a little more trust. I am more than capable to help them. I don’t want to do just research. One time, they nearly died because they didn’t tell me they were injured.”
“They do trust you. They’re just trying to shield you from the bad things. Believe me, I’ve tried doing that and I’ve failed,” the hero said.
“Then what am I doing wrong? I’m not a child anymore. I know how to fight.”
The hero was quiet for a moment. Apparently those doubts had manifested throughout time. The henchman felt quite worthless and couldn’t really see how much the villain actually cared about them.
How the villain made sure they were eating and drinking enough. How they called them several times a day to make sure they were okay. How they researched schools and workplaces for them all the time.
“You’re an orphan, aren’t you?” they asked as gentle as possible.
The henchman nodded. “I barely talk about it.”
“Well, the villain is an orphan as well and they were robbed of their childhood. They don’t want you to grow up as quick as they had to. That’s why they let you do…well, office work instead of getting your hands dirty. It’s more of an excuse. They want you to study people instead of fighting them.”
“…but they need me. They’re a total idiot sometimes. Last week they were clearly outnumbered and almost got themselves killed. Again.”
“Well, thank God I am here now to help them. More or less.” The hero leaned back. Most of the time, they disagreed with the villain when it came to work. But they’d obviously break a few rules to save their lover every now and then. “You need them just as much as they need you, don’t you?”
The henchman didn’t meet their eyes, so the hero continued.
“You think they don’t care and you think they’re pushing you away but that’s not true. Truth is, this isn’t all fun and games. Seeing someone you love collapse is the worst thing in the world. Losing someone close to you is an indescribable grief. Let me do the saving and the nasty work. You can guide them. Do the research and make plans. Fight my sibling occasionally…”
Suddenly, the henchman blushed.
“Oh, I…uh…”
“You’re right. You aren’t a child anymore and you can decide what you want to do with your future. But there are people who care about you and they will try to shield you from danger, no matter how old you are.” The hero stretched their limbs and suppressed a yawn. They stared at the doodles they had drawn on a few sticky notes.
They had subconsciously written the first letter of the villain’s name into the hearts.
Now, they really wanted to see their villain. They knew their lover was calculated and smart and capable but the hero needed to see that stupid smirk more than anything. All this talk about danger and death…
“Don’t worry, okay?” they asked and the henchman nodded. “If you need anything, just ask me.”
“Thank you. Really, thank you.”
The hero stared at the doodles and smiled softly.
“Don’t you have a date to go on? Or is that tomorrow?” they asked.
“Tomorrow—” The henchman was still blushing when they stood up. “I should, uh, probably go. Again, you really helped me. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
It was safe to say that the hero and the villain had lunch together.
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The villains in the city thought it would be hilarious to rank every hero by the level of beauty.
That’s right.
Not by skill or power, intelligence, speed, or strength at all, but beauty.
First place obviously went to Charisma. Their hero name was literally Charisma. There wasn’t anything more blatantly attractive than that. To top it off, Charisma was naturally photogenetic. Every angle captured of them was another magazine cover. Everyone downtown knew Charisma was certainly God’s favourite creation.
‘Fair enough.’ Hero thought as they stared at the screen in front of them. Their computer hummed quietly as they looked into the comments of civilians discussing their thoughts on the subject as well.
[I fucking love Charisma.]
[Congrats on first place!!😍]
[My favourite hero]
Moving on to the next one was Saturn Dust. Another gorgeous and close second place; it seemed like the villains knew what they were doing. They must’ve taken weeks or even months to prepare a list this detailed. Below each hero was a rating out of five for their other attributes like fighting style and general costume design. Saturn Dust even had a cute catchphrase, which earned them extra marks.
Hero shook their head grimly, “Why didn’t I think of that?”
Yet, all Hero was interested in was finding their position on the list. Their eyes wandered as the page scrolled for what seemed like forever.
Were they really that bad?
Before they could fully comprehend it, they’d reached the end of the page. Surely, they must’ve missed it.
Again, Hero scrolled up the page. Eyes now focused and leaning forward on their chair. Their finger paused every few seconds to count the numbers beside each name.
“43, 44, 45, 46…”
However, nothing came about. Bewildered, Hero rubbed their eyes and looked around at their empty apartment. The window let in a cool breeze from the night. Maybe they were tired, but the aching feeling of being forgotten was too painful.
Their fingers tapped on the keyboard.
Ctrl+F
A search bar popped up on the top right corner of the page. Hero quickly typed in their name, desperation getting to them.
Two results appeared, and they hurriedly pressed enter. The first that appeared was a comment mentioning them, equally as baffled at where Hero belonged on the list—the second displayed a small note underneath hero #33, citing Hero as a close friend but nothing more.
Frustration clawed at them after being left out. How hard was it for those villains to give up some recognition here? Should they throw fireworks next time? Or was someone purposely messing with them?
Hero crossed their arms as they thought about their next step. It was impossible that they could’ve gone so unnoticed for this long. Their contributions weren’t like the others, but it wasn’t as if they didn’t do anything at all.
Looking at the page in its entirety, Hero noticed a small grey font underneath the title page.
Each hero listed was ranked based on villains who fought them in battle. This meant all information was first-hand account to keep it as accurate as possible.
Hero slapped their forehead.
It made so much more sense now. Hero only ever fought Villain. They never or hardly ever interacted with the rest of the villains in the city as frequently as they ran into Villain.
They pressed their lips together.
“But that doesn’t make any sense.” They grumbled. Unlike them, Villain did fight multiple heroes at a time. Why would they purposely leave them out? Unless they forgot about them.
Their stomach turned as an aching grew within them. There’s no way Villain could’ve forgotten them but given so much valuable input to the other heroes. Hero scratched their head and glanced at the clock, their thoughts tumbling out of them by the second in search of answers. Then again, they could’ve just never approached the list and dismissed it entirely. It’s not like Villain was the only one asked for their opinion.
Hero tapped their foot, their eyes still blankly staring at the computer screen and then back at the clock. The depths of their consciousness begged them to go out and make a fuss to catch some attention. The other half of their mind demanded that they quit immediately. If not even their enemy could notice them, they might as well not participate at all.
They sighed and shut down the computer.
All this nonsense was getting to their head. It was best to be left in the dark about it anyway. What was that saying again?
Ignorance is bliss.
Hero settled into bed and tucked themselves in. Their eyes closed. ‘Besides, what am I even going to confront Villain with? You don’t think I’m attractive enough to get on the list?’ Hero blushed. Maybe they wouldn’t say it like that. Or— did Villain find them attractive?
Their memories passed them in their past interactions. Hero’s face grew warm. What if Villain was very protective of them and didn’t appreciate the chances Hero might have at getting admirers? What if they got jealous easily?
No. That’s all too ridiculous. Realistically, Villain was unlike that at all. They were manipulative and sadistic. That’s why they had those underlings of theirs always kissing at their feet. Hero frowned as their brows furrowed. No one as self-centred as them could care about some low-level hero.
That didn’t matter to them, though, because Hero didn’t need this. It was below them. A stupid list running around the internet wouldn’t affect them for life. If anything, it was pathetic that anyone would want to be on there. They should be happy that it didn’t get to them.
For about 20 minutes, the reassurance did the trick, but even Hero couldn’t be fooled for too long.
They shot up in bed, fist slamming onto the headboard, “Dammit! Why aren’t I on that list!?”
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Snippet #26
"I think I'm going to work the extra shift tonight," the hero said.
The villain's attention was caught in seconds.
They didn't let that show though - kept their gaze focused downwards carefully, set on cleaning off their knife whilst they let the other continue on.
"Maybe tomorrow night as well. I know two days in a row is bad but it's nothing that I haven't done before."
"Didn't you already take the extra shift last night?" the villain asked.
The hero shrugged dismissively. "Yeah but...I mean, it got cut short so it - it doesn't really count."
"Doesn't count?"
"Yeah, it - well, I mean..." They paused. Bit their lip. "P-Plus the extra money could really--"
"Green light," the villain said.
The hero's brow scrunched up cutely. "What?"
"Amber light."
"Villain, what are you--?"
"Red light."
Suddenly, the hero stopped.
Somewhere in their mind something seemed to flicker and switch off. They froze, unspeaking, movement confined to the occasional blink and the steady rise and fall of their shoulders.
The villain returned their knife to its rightful place on their belt.
Slowly, they lifted their gaze up - sharp eyes meeting with the hero's vacant ones:
"You won't take the extra shift tonight," they instructed. "You'll take it tomorrow after some rest and not again for the rest of the week. And you'll make sure that you eat breakfast tomorrow, because I know that you skipped it today."
The hero said nothing.
Content, the villain turned away once more, pulling a different blade from their coat and polishing it anew.
"Green light," they said.
"--even talk...What was I saying?" the hero asked.
The villain glanced at them. "You were talking about your shifts."
"Oh, right." For a moment, the hero looked confused but their expression soon softened out, focus slipping back to whatever it was they'd been doing before. "Actually, I don't think I will do the shift tonight. I'll just do it tomorrow instead."
The villain nodded.
And then the hero continued to ramble on as usual, oblivious, ignorant, and happy as they talked for the span of a marathon.
And the villain listened to them in silence, guilty, praying that the other never found out their secret...
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The wind bit through the tears in their uniform and sent a shiver up their spine. Hair plastered to their skin with sweat, Hero wrapped their arms tightly around themselves. As if they could still hold everything together, as if they still had the strength.
Blood was caked slick between their fingers. It had painted their skin a sickly crimson adding a metallic smell over the already prominent scent of dirt and grime. Hero’s feet dragged aimlessly along the sidewalk despite their panicked thoughts. Everything was so sluggish and yet they had to get home; had to get to safety.
When the wound in their side began to ache, they squeezed harder. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t heard the soft patter of their own blood upon the concrete. If only they could reach a bit farther- to home. Nothing could ever be so perfect.
“And where do you think you’re going?” That voice- Hero’s blood ran cold. They couldn’t do this, not now. They hadn’t even heard Villain’s footsteps.
Hero didn’t turn. Breath quickening, they increased their pace, dragging their pained body along with them. Each step left their head pounding, faster. Black dots danced in their vision, so fazed they hadn’t noticed the crack in the sidewalk.
It wrenched their feet underneath them before they even had the chance to react. Hero sucked in a breath through their teeth as their cheek scraped against the concrete. Hands clenching tighter around their middle, they struggled to push themselves onto their elbows only to crumple back down with a pained cry.
“Hero?” The voice lacked its usual mockery, now replaced with something much more worried. Villain was close, much too close for Hero to bear. They swallowed down their pain and dragged themselves forward. They had to get away, they couldn’t fight someone else, not now.
A pair of arms encircled their waist and Hero shrieked. They thrashed in Villain’s grip and winced at the sharp pain that traveled up their spine. Limbs heavy, they couldn’t do anything but gaze into Villain’s eyes that were now filled with concern. “Are you alright- what happened?”
“It hurts-” Hero muttered, head lolling to the side as Villain grasped their shoulders. Everything burned, darkening much too fast for them to process. They raised their hands weakly, making a poor attempt to push the Villain away. It only left their head spinning more. Hero’s breaths were shaky as their vision only grew more blurred. Without warning, they slumped forward onto the Villain.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’m right here,” A warm hands cradled Hero’s battered form, though it was all in vain. “Hero?”
Villain nudged their fallen nemesis lightly. No response. “Come on Hero, you’ve got to wake up so you can tell me what happened.” Silence. Villain chuckled to themselves, but it only came out broken. They lifted Hero’s chin and was met with a heavy head and closed eyes. Still unresponsive.
“Hero please,” they whispered. They could feel Hero’s blood seeping into their own uniform, sticky as they held them close. Their gloved hands slipped over the wound that they needed desperately to heal. Hero wouldn’t last much longer on their own and yet Villain didn’t have the strength to carry them. Their smaller form crumpled when they tried to lift the unconscious figure. “Come on, don’t leave me. You’ve gotta get back up.”
The streets were dark. “Hero, come on. Stay with me.”
Not another soul traversed the sidewalks.
“Please…”
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Gangster's Wife / Part 1.
Warning: Language, Mature Themes, Violence, Spicy.
Part 2.
............ ............
At first, Hero had been confused. She was perplexed at the thought of Superhero wanting to retire. But then again, Hero herself has watched many superheroes and mentors retire and turn old and then eventually die.
Afterall, she's been alive since the 1900s.
Back then, she was only a assistant. Someone who worked at the back desk, sorting through files, working through evidence and just a sidekick. She had worked her way up, working hard and manifesting her powers. And now, currently, she was the top five heroes in the world. Her boss, Leader, was number 1.
Although, Hero's friends back in the 1900s advised her against working for the Hero Industry, she had opted ignore them. It was dangerous and very hard to work for the company. Especially the sacrifices, the training and the punishments....
Unfortunately, if you were a level one hero, you would get no benefits. You would have to be famous and a fan favorite.
But then again....
Hero has been working almost a century or so. Years of trying to find the lead, of trying to find the main link, the heart of the corruption. But all she got was more dirty evidence of all the mentors and superheros. Which she kept for solid evidence.
It was amusing almost. The industry had a mole, a undercover spy in their line of work for years and they never noticed. Maybe because when spies did infiltrate, they would be tortured and the work was too much. The training was extensive, you had to reach beyond your limits. And it was painful if you weren't used to it, you had to endure it.
And once you entered the hero industry, it was hard to get out. The agency was stern, strict and didn't like when rules were broken.
But at this point in life, Hero was glad she wasn't dead yet. Or had been killed yet.
She had been in a lot of life-risking situations, deadly circumstances. But she always got out, she always found a way to get out and defeat the villains, criminals and everyone in between. She was that good. Or maybe a 100 years of training helped you. But despite that, she never was number 1. Probably because she didn't do it for the fame. She never did it for the fame.
But then again, not many heroes cared for saving people......it was always about the glory.
"Wait, why?"
Superhero blinks. "What do you mean why?"
Hero also frowns, turning to Teammate with a confused expression.
Teamate sighs. "Hero means why are you retiring? Your our boss, our boss's boss. Our main macho. Your one of the best superheros. Why are you leaving?"
Superhero chuckles. "I guess I am rather powerful."
Hero raised her eyebrows. Was that all he got from Teammate's words? That he was powerful?
"But to answer your question, Teammate." Superhero gets up from his seat, walking towards the window. "I have grown old and frail. Despite my youthful and handsome appearance, I have grown desperate and tired." His eyes darken.
Leader, who was silent up until this point, spoke up. "Why?" His eyes narrowed, always serious and stoic. Always following the rules.
Hero stared at him. Despite her being older then him, he was still number 1. Maybe the industry didn't like century old heroes, maybe they didn't like old ones who didn't follow the new rules, or maybe because Leader never broke the rules.
It was partly true. He never broke the rules. And because of this, he made sure his public appearance was the best. He was a fan favorite afterall. It's not like anyone hated him, even if they did, it would be illogical since he has caught many villains and criminals in short amounts of time.
Hero also caught villains, more then Leader maybe, but she had to work her way up. She was a assistant, a desk worker, a sidekick, a teammate, then she became a minor hero. Then she gradually began to gain fame and glory. But who knows if it would do her any good.
Leader had actually been hired as a hero, he didn't work his way up. He didn't get the taste of being a minor hero who had to suffer, who hadn't gotten a taste of the consequences.
Hero's pretty eyes turn towards Superhero, she tenses when she sees the dark look growing on his face. She swallows hard when his lips quirk up in a small yet amusing smirk.
Superhero turns his head to the team. He stares at Leader, glancing at Hero, Sidekick and Teammate. He looks at Hero 2 and Teammate 2. He smiles as he spoke, his voice clear in the silent office.
"Tell me, have you ever heard of the whispers," he whispers ominously. "Of the rumors, of the crimes, of the tall tales, the stories?"
Leader gulps, his eyes oblivious as he clearly didn't understand. "Of what, sir?"
Superhero chuckles. "Tell me, have you never once heard the whispers? The name?"
"Of what....?" Sidekick speaks up, a frown on his lips ad he tried to hide his growing fear.
"No." Superhero shakes his head. "No. Not of what. Never of a what. But who. Of who?"
"Who?" Teammate 2 asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"You want me to say his name?" Superhero questions. "They say even whispering his name will make him known of your presence, of your disrespect." He spat the words out venomously.
"Of...who?" Leader had no idea why his boss was getting so worked up. Who was this who?
Superhero shake his head. "A 150 years. A 150 years. Years, centuries, decades!" He snaps angrily. "We have never been able to catch him. He lingers in the dark. He's always escaped! Even the most baddest and biggest criminals and villains are scared to say his name."
Hero 2 frowns, scoffing in disbelief quietly. That made no sense. Villains were scared of nothing and nobody. They were evil, selfish and cruel. Who could they possibly be scared of?
"His fearful name even lingers in their brains, they always be wary of him. They fear him." Superhero rambles to himself.
"Who, sir?" Leader says, his eyes narrowed as his impatience began to grow.
Superhero pauses, his eyes turning to the team slowly. ".......Supervillain." he whispers.
Hero's eyes snapped up, staring at him.
Teammate yelps, Hero 2 screams, Teammate 2 whimpers, Sidekick jump and even Leader flinches.
Hero's hands grow clammy, she clamps them together. She clenches her jaw, her eyes snapping to the ground.
"For years the hero industry have been trying to catch him. For nearly a century all the heroes, superheroes and everyone else have failed. He's never been caught." Superhero growls.
"B-but, but I thought that he was a myth." Hero 2 whispers fearfully.
"He's real, my dear. More real then those villains you catch. Even they fear him, yet many have never met him."
"So we find him," Leader proclaims.
Hero silently thought, that Leader was an idiot.
Superhero scoffs out a laugh. "Many superheroes and heroes have thought that too. They never caught him. They gave up many times. And those that never did, well, they'd end up dead." He snorts.
Hero swallows hard.
"So, what do you want us to do?" Sidekick frowns.
Superhero sighs. "I may be retiring but that doesn't mean I'll retire before I find him. I want you to abandon any other missions you have. Leave them all too the other heroes and whatnot. I want you guys on this," Superhero starts.
"You mean...." Teammate trails off.
"Yes. I want you to find, Supervillain." Superhero orders.
Hero almost immediately becomes rather pale. "Y-you m-mean..." she swallows hard.
Superhero nods, noticing her fear. "Yes, Hero. I want you to find him. All of you. You must find him no matter what. I don't care. It's been long enough, he can't stay hidden forever. He has to be found." He sighs. "He has committed the most devious crimes. He's a monster, a very powerful monster."
Hero clenches her fist, digging her nails into her palms as she glared at the floor hotly. He was wrong. He was evil.
"Find him, Leader." Superhero states. "Find him and bring him to me."
.....................
"This is bad, this is bad, this is so bad on so many levels!"
Hero stayed silent, sat obediently on her seat in the rec room. She glanced up at her team talked.
"Hero 2, what's wrong with you?" Sidekick spat, looking annoyed.
Hero 2 scoffs. "Are you out of your fucking mind?! Sidekick, it's him!" She swallows hard. "We have to find a walking myth, a work of evil. How the hell are we supposed to do that?!"
Teammate 2 sighs. "All the villains are scared of him. They never even speak his name, in fear of him finding them and punishing them."
Hero 2 nods frantically. "See! Even the villains are scared of that evil reincarnated!"
Hero grits her teeth, staring holes at the floor. He was not a evil incarnate.
Teammate narrows her eyes. "Yeah. But a few villains may know who he is. His actual identity. Who he really is and where he's hiding."
"Sure they do," Sidekick scoffs.
Teammate rolls her eyes. "One of them have too. Maybe...Villain? Or maybe Mastermind?" She hums, thinking about their biggest nemesis and rival.
Villain was cruel, evil and very clever. He's had the city in his pocket for a year or two now. They've been trying to catch him, but he always escapes. And when they do catch him, he always somehow escapes. He was that clever.
And Mastermind. He was cruel. Just plain cruel and unjust. He had killed about a few innocent people. But that was all it took for him to become their nemesis.
Hero was scared. Hero was really scared. She was clenching her fists tightly, her heart racing wildly as her eyes turned fearful. He knew.
He knew they would be trying to find him. He knew they would be trying to apprehend him, he knew they would be trying to catch him. He knew.
Many have tried, many have tried but he always knew. Didn't he? That explained everything.
Hero's heart skipped a beat. If he knew....would he know that she was trying to find him? That the team, a team she was on, was trying to find him.
"Okay, enough." Leader spoke up. "We need clear heads. We need to logical and calm about this. Yeah, he's a myth. A very evil and good myth. He's been hiding in the shadows forever, that just makes him look cowardly." He scoffs.
Hero scowls. He was not a coward. He was the very opposite of that.
"We need to find leads. However small, we need to trace him. Maybe the last person he was with, or maybe the last place he was in."
Hero looks up.
Teammate groans. "That could be any place. He's probably been all along the globe these past years."
"Great," Sidekick snorts. "That narrows it's down."
Teammate 2 hums. "No, she could be right about this. We need to find the last place he had been, last year, tops."
Teammate nods. "Yeah. Maybe a place where the crime rate went up. We need to find where, abruptly, a crime rate went up."
Well, atleast they have smart ideas. Hero thought bitterly.
"But how? There are so many places." Hero 2 frowns.
Leaders sighs. "Then we find any possible lead. We start with that. Atleast we actually have something. Then we can torture the villains for any other ideas." He nods.
They all nod.
"Good," Leader smirks. "We'll be the team that finds the legendary Supervillian."
Probably not, Hero thought silently.
......
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