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villain-enthusiast · 1 month

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Hi Hello!! Would you please continue the snippet of villain finding hero dying? A lot of whump and caretaking would be great! (By the way.. just wanted to say this...I love your work!!)

so glad u enjoyed! hope this is also to your liking ☺️

part one

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The hero came to with a start.

They shifted, groaning as their stiff muscles and joints ached. But they noticed that their body was comfortable, sinking into a soft mattress and swaddled in thick blankets—

Wait, what?

They blinked several times as fragmented memories flashed through their head, The blinding pain of the stab wound. Their broken comms. Blood, too much blood. They were going to die without help…

The villain. The villain finding them in the alleyway, gathering them up in their arms—

“You’re awake.”

The hero jolted, head whipping to the bedside, where the villain had apparently stood up from the chair behind them.

How long had they been waiting there?

They moved to prop themselves up, but the villain’s hands were immediately on their shoulders, gently urging them back down onto the stupidly comfortable bed.

“Don’t move too much. You’ll break the stitches,” the villain warned. They pulled the blanket covering the hero’s torso away to examine the bandages wrapped around their side.

It was then the hero realized that they had been scrubbed clean and given a new pair of sweatpants, every cut and scratch from their recent altercation carefully dressed.

Their eyes met the villain’s in silent questioning.

You did all this for me?

“I swear I didn’t look,” the villain blurted suddenly. “When I was bathing and changing you. I didn’t—.” They cut themselves off awkwardly, cheeks a little pink.

Oh, that’s not… Despite themselves, the hero smiled, or what they could attempt as a smile. Their jaw was incredibly sore from being socked twice in one day.

They opened their mouth to speak, to tell the villain that it was fine and that what they really meant was thank you—

The villain shushed them. “You have some bruising on your neck. It’ll hurt to talk. You should just rest.”

The hero scowled at them. “I—,” they attempted, and immediately regretted their choice as their swollen throat flared up.

The villain gave them a "told you so" look, and the hero leveled another glare at them.

It suddenly occurred to the hero how helpless they were. Can't move, can't speak. If the villain wanted to kill them, now would be the chance. Luring them into a false sense of security, giving them one last taste of comfort before—

“I just saved your fucking life. Stop looking at me like that.”

The hero frowned. Like what? they mouthed.

“Like you think I’m gonna kill you or something. I can be a half-decent person sometimes, y’know," the villain said. Their expression softened. “I’m not a monster.”

The villain's gaze flickered with something the hero couldn't quite place as they watched each other in comfortable silence. It was an understanding, in that moment, that the villain was not going to kill them, and that they had meant everything they said and more.

I couldn’t just leave you to die in that alleyway.

The villain sighed and turned to leave the room. Panic shot through the hero—they needed to say something to the villain, damn their throat—and before they could think twice about it, they reached out and took the villain’s hand in their own. Rough calluses from what was likely decades of training scraped against their palm.

The villain stared at them, but they didn’t pull away. Their fingers wrapped gently around the hero’s, cautious. Expectant.

“Thank you,” the hero croaked, “for saving me.”

The villain was silent for several heartbeats, watching the hero with those dark—so beautifully dark—eyes.

They took a breath, as if readying themselves for whatever they were going to say. “You mean too much to me," they finally said, voice low. "I'm not ready to let you go." Their hand lingered on the hero's, as if to seal their statement, to make a promise and keep it.

Then they released their hold, and the hero wished they could tell them to stay—that they wanted them to stay—but the villain was already closing the door behind them, and fatigue overtook them before they could process anything else.

When the hero awoke the next morning, the villain was nowhere to be found. But in the chair by their bedside, they found a fresh set of clothes, a cup of water, and a note:

Be back soon. - Villain

And though their jaw still ached, the hero smiled, fully and wholly.

#hero #villain #villain and hero #hero and villain #villain/hero #hero/villain #hero x villain #villain x hero #putting those tags bc how could i not #enemies to lovers #injured hero #hurt/comfort #my writing #writing snippet #villain-enthusiast #ask #continuation #working with less dialogue is honestly so interesting #really makes u focus on mood and description

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automeris-io-moth · 2 months

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Short #2

Hero laid unmovable atop the bed, arms and legs lazily set over the mattress, left exactly how they fell when Villain set them there. Their enemy looked at them from the door, leaving it unlocked, it was not necessary to take the precaution, not with Hero as they were.

Villain settled beside them on the bed, sitting chest height, towering over. Hero looked at them with tired eyes, barely bothering to open them all the way, that might have caused offence in any other situation, a declaration of safety, meaning Villain was harmless, yet then, the criminal was relieved Hero could lower their defences.

Villain cupped Hero's cheek with their hands, warmth guiding them to rest against it, a familiar feeling was certainly comforting.

"I'm sorry," Villain said, voice soft, "I should have never allowed you to leave my side."

Their hands travelled to the other's neck, a gentle grasp yet firm enough not to let it to be shaken off, if Hero ever pretended to move, twisting Hero's face from side to side, looking for more injuries than the evident.

Villains frowned.

"Are you just gonna allow me to do whatever I want with you, like a ragdoll?" And despite their accusing words, their tone remained soft

"You always could anyway," Hero rasped out.

"And what makes you so sure I won't use it against you?"

Hero hummed, no more answers given.

With a sigh, their enemy answers, thumb stroking the edge of their throat.

"I won't give you back to them, I will keep you this time."

And that was fine for Hero, they thought as they closed their eyes, at least then and there.

Villain pressed a kiss on their forehead, laying besides them on the bed

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warmblanketwhump · 6 months

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hello hello! after an accidental hiatus, I'm back with an entry into the surrender an ask game that @save-the-villainous-cat and @epiclamer put together where we all swapped asks. thanks so much for doing this!!!

here's my ask: Hi! I’ve become obsessed with your Hero Gets Yanked By An Upstanding Citizen Into Their Window And Into Their Heart post and I was wondering if you could- maybe- on the off chance- if you have time- come back to it for another scene? I just love the duo’s dynamic so much, the lovable hero who is trying a little too hard at any given chance, and the citizen who is wholly unafraid to manhandle a superhero into their home and into their life. That’s the vibes I was getting from their short interaction anyway- I love them so much aaagugfyduhijigififiguftgb your writing makes me go insane” Submitted by @yourheartonfire

The hero checks once, twice behind their shoulders, then collapses on to the rickety fire escape. It's off the beaten path, away from anyone. Sure, there's a little prickle of guilt that it's a Saturday night, and there are probably dozens of crimes afoot that need their attention.

But the past few weeks have run them absolutely ragged. If they didn't know better, they'd think that someone was scheming against them deliberately. call after call, summons after summons, each one more dire than the last.

People count on them—people need them, and they like the feeling of being needed. But they're exhausting, aching, injured, absolutely spent. Their leg throbs with a recent injury that they haven't had time to treat, and they can't remember the last time they slept more than three hours at a time.

They lean their head back against the scarred brick of the apartment building, letting their eyes slip closed....

.....and when a wailing siren sounds in the distance, the hero tries not to whimper.

Get up. It's time to go.

And they do get up. Too quickly.

Their toe catches on the edge of the rickety fire escape, and before the hero can react, they're falling, tumbling, twisting, too exhausted and spent to do anything to stop the inevitable pull of gravity on their body.

The last thing they see is the extended metal overhanging of the fire escape before pain shot through their body, and darkness overtook them.

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The hero hoped that when they awoke, they'd somehow find themselves in their own spase, yet comfortable bed, that the last two months had been just a nightmare.

Instead, they hear frustrated, disembodied grunts and feel someone pulling at them, tugging them over something hard and metal and painful for their aching body.

"Get...in...here..."

The hero wants to swat the hands away, but their limbs are dead weight at their sides, and their voice gets stuck in their throat when they try to cry out. So darkness falls again.

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When the hero wakes a second time, they're aware of a throbbing in their bad leg and a pounding in their head, and an ache that's more painful than anything they've ever felt. They're in a dark room, save for a softly glowing salt lamp in the far corner, and they're aware of being tucked under a thick, soft blanket on some sort of couch or daybed.

It's comfortable, safe, warm—and wrong. They have no idea where they are or who they're with, nor how long they've been there, nor how many lives have been lost while they've been knocked unconscious.

They try to call out, but the "hey" comes out as more of a raspy whisper, and the blanket is far too heavy for them to toss from their broken body. In their efforts to move, something gets knocked over with a crash.

"Hey, hey, hey now, don't move. Shhhh." A figure darts into the room and the hero feels two hands against their shoulders, pressing them back into the bed.

"W--where..."

"You're....here. At my apartment. Figured I didn't want to leave you out on my fire escape all night." The shadowed figure flicks on another lamp and the hero winces, hand flying to touch their face—

Their bare face.

A strangled cry flees their throat. Not only have they failed their city, but someone's seen their face, seen how utterly, desperately ordinary they are beneath it all. This someone knows who they are and could ruin it all. Their eyes flicker up to see the stranger standing at the foot of their bed, holding their disguise tenderly in their hands.

"I'm so sorry....I didn't want to take it off, but you were bleeding from a pretty nasty forehead cut, and I didn't want to leave it too long." The stranger's hand lightly ghosts over their hairline, and the hero realizes there's some sort of thick bandage over where the throbbing is radiating from. "I won't tell a soul. Promise. If you have some sort of mind control....thing, you can even erase my memories, if you want, but you need like....a ton of medical attention first. I've done first aid and an outdoor wilderness survival class a couple times, but you probably need some kind of doctor, but I get if you don't want to do that with your identity and all that...."

"Won't....won't bother you" the hero slurs, trying to sit up again, before collapsing back down. Try as they might, they couldn't leave this cursed couch.

"Oh no, no, you're not bothering me at all. You just sorta...freaked me out, is all. And there was a TON of blood, and I couldn't just leave you there, so I just kinda—" the stranger motions with their hands "yanked you right in here, did some first aid, and here we are." The stranger adjust the blankets, tucking the hero in tighter. "You looked pretty banged up."

I supposed I did, the hero muses to themselves. "It's....been a rough few weeks. But I'm okay."

"You sure?" The stranger's brows furrow, and their hand gestures to their leg. "I'm no doctor, but that gash on your leg looks...pretty bad. Shouldn't someone be looking after that?"

Hero hears the subtext of the question. Shouldn't someone be looking after YOU?

The hero isn't quite sure what to say to that. How long has it been since someone tended their wounds, tucked them in, brought them in from the elements, and asked how they were?

"I'm....I'm alright." Hero's mortified to hear the smallest wobble in their voice.

"Hero, that's not what I asked." The stranger's voice is firm, yet gentle, their hand resting on their uninjured knee.

"Right." The hero sniffles, suddenly unable to speak.

The stranger seems to understand the thousand thoughts of the hero's mind that flood the silence, then gently pats their other uninjured leg. "Well, in that case, it's time we get started now that you're awake. I'll get the bandages, and we'll really get you cleaned up and take stock of how much healing you've got ahead of you. No promises, though—I told you, it's only a couple first-aid classes, so don't you judge my wound dressings."

Hero's suprised to hear their own thin, crackly laugh. "Wouldn't dare."

#hero x villain #this is not my usual genre so this was actually kind of challenging???#but a fun challenge for sure #also wild for me to write something that doesn't involve cold whump lol #injured hero #m's writing

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an-avid-writer · 6 months

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What are some pieces of Villain dialogue that make your brain go BRRRR? (Add to my list)

-"I'm growing tired of this game, little mouse."

-"Oh, I love it when you drop to your knees and beg."

-"That's all it takes to shut you up, huh? Close quarters?"

-"I've got you cornered. Now, are you going to do as I say?"

-"Don't struggle, you'll only make it worse for yourself."

-"I won't let them hurt you again. That's my job."

-"What happened to you?"

-"You think I broke you? Darling, I bent you. I could do so much worse."

-"Make no mistake, I won't save you a second time."

-"If you're so eager to see what pain tastes like, then let me show you."

-"That's it. Obey."

-"You've really gotten yourself into a bit of a sticky situation here, haven't you?"

And my personal favorite,

-"Tell me who did this to you. Now."

#writing prompt #creative writing #writing inspiration #writing #story prompts #hero prompts #injured hero #hero villain whump #hero villain prompts #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain prompt

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girlactionfigure · 2 months

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Injured hero, Hanania ben Shimon, said the following after going through surgery after being shot twice by the terrorist he killed today:

“I will be ok. I am very tired, very sore, and there's going to be a long rehabilitation process—but I will overcome this. Thank you for your concern. I love you all ❤️”

#Israel #Terror Attack #Injured Hero

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gingerly-writing · 1 year

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Prompt #3326

“Why didn’t you call me?! I would’ve helped, I would’ve-”

“Felt used,” the hero rasped. “Didn’t want to...use our relationship...to have you...fight my battles.”

“You idiot,” the villain sobbed. “You self-sacrificing idiot.”

#prompt #heroes and villains #my prompt #hero x villain #injured hero

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prettyboytortureclub · 9 months

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Snippet #1

"So... are you going to tell me what happened?"

The hero froze. Lounging on their couch was none other than public enemy number one. Villains gaze rested on Hero for a moment, grinning but suspiciously there was no hint of sarcasm or malice.

"What are you doing in my apartment?!" Hero tried to say, but their voice came out small and quiet, barely a whisper.

"Well," The villain responded, grin widening. "I was here to ransack your apartment, so you can imagine my surprise when I found you unconscious in a puddle of your own blood."

Hero paled. This explained why they had woken up in bed and covered in bandages instead of dead on the floor, but why had Villain chosen to aid Hero when they could have left them to bleed out?

Villain seemed to notice the Heroes discomfort and stood up, hands raised in an attempt to come off as less threatening.

"Look. I'm sorry I broke into your house but those wounds look bad." They took a few steps closer, expression softening. "Please just tell me what happened so I can help."

#villain x hero #writing prompt #otp #writers on tumblr #writing #whump #injured hero #writeblr #villain #hero #hero x villain

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the-modern-typewriter · 2 years

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Your hero x villain is my weakness! I was wondering if you could write an injured hero x villain? Have a nice day!

"You're hurt."

"Is that a shock?" The hero raised their brow, one hand clutched to their side, as they squinted up at the villain looming in front of them.

The villain's expression was blotted out, shadowed, by the early morning sunshine.

"I don't think I've ever seen you hurt before," the villain mused. "Not in daylight, anyway. It feels somehow unnatural to see you during daylight."

"Are you here to finish the job?"

The hero had been fighting another of the city's criminal element - Deadly Dawn. She could use the powers of light like a physical weapon. So, yeah, the hero was hurt in daylight. In the process of limping home, actually, or they would be if they could get their legs to cooperate with them and haul them back out of the gutter.

The world was spinning rather a lot.

The villain's hand shot out, seizing a fistful of the hero's hair. It took a moment to realise that the villain was steadying them. Keeping them from pitching, crashing, crumpling to the street.

The hero leaned into the touch, however unconventional the kindness. They'd get up. In just a second, they'd get up. They closed their eyes.

"No," the villain said. "I'm here to help."

The hero laughed.

The villain didn't.

"Oh," the hero said, eyes snapping open. "You're not joking."

"Why would I joke about something like that?"

"Sadistic sense of humour?"

"Is that what you think of me?"

Well, no. It wasn't, actually, if the hero really thought about it. They tried not to think of the villain. Thinking too hard about the villain had always been a dangerous game.

They swallowed, and figured now was the time to try and do that whole getting up and standing up thing. The villain tugged, rather hard and actually disconcertingly helpfully, when the hero began to move, essentially dragging them up. Their hands dropped to brace the hero's shoulders as they wobbled on their injured leg.

The hero could see the villain's face now, without the sun in their eyes. They figured they should thank you. They stared at the villain instead. They'd never noticed how pretty the villain's eyes were; as grey as a quiet winter's morning.

"I feel like you're about to carry me by the scruff of my neck like a puppy."

"And I feel you may have concussion," the villain said, examining them in turn. "You're looking at me like I'm a stranger. Like you don't know what to do with me." A hint of a smile - or a smirk, or something like that - curled their lips.

"Mm," the hero said. "Must definitely be the concussion."

The villain was definitely smile-smirking. "Shame you're too tall to be a puppy."

"But cute enough, yeah?"

"Come on," the villain said, "where are we heading? Let's get you somewhere safe."

"Am I safe with you?"

The villain glanced at them, smile-smirk faltering. Something crossed their eyes. Something the hero couldn't read.

"Come on," the villain simply said again. "Let's get you home."

And they were safe.

#hero x villain #villains and heroes #villain x hero #story #dialogue #writing #creative writing #fic #fiction #heroes and villains #injured hero

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seafoam-icecream · 7 months

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”Give me your hand.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little too forward? At least take me out for dinner first.”

“I will not repeat myself again.”

#dialogue prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #creative writing prompts #superhero prompts #heroes and villains #hero x villain #injured hero

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whumpdaydreamerx · 1 year

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A severely injured Hero running out of options, not knowing where to go and having no one to help them. They’ll die if they don’t get help soon.

As a last resort, they end up on Villain’s doorstep. As the door swings open Villain scoffs, amused as the Hero leans against the frame. Hero is a pale, sweaty mess, dry blood caking their face and neck. Villain stares expectantly.

“I need your help…” they swallow. “Please.” Hero grunts as Villain chuckles.

“Then say it.” They smirk. Hero shuts their eyes, willing themself the courage to speak. With a sigh, they look Villain in the eyes.

“…Dad… I need your help, dad.”

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elpisays · 2 years

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Hero could hear their heart thumping in their chest.

"Don't get closer, Villain."

They managed to balance on one leg for a few minutes already. Surely they could keep up the appearance for a second more.

“You're scared I will see you blush?”

Hero couldn’t play this game. Not now. "Why are you even here?”

"You keep putting yourself in these situations." Villain studied them. "I think you're in trouble, come to help, and you just act like you fancy to sip tea in the middle of the night among ten unconscious criminals."

Where was their Oscar for performance of the year?

Villain made the first step anyway. Hero's natural reaction was to back up, their hand blindly finding the wall to support themselves. Only-

"You are limping."

"I put down ten criminals. You said so yourself.”

“Congratulations,” the Villain snapped. “Again you risked your life to do something good. God, Hero. Are you suicidal?”

The hero responded with a furious gaze. “Get out.”

“With pleasure. You’re coming with me.”

“What are you- don’t touch me!”

Hero’s protests did no good as Villain shoved them out of the room and into the parking lot. They put up a fight until Villain violently pressed them to the wall. They groaned out in pain. His warm breath tingled Hero’s ear.

“It’s going to go my way whether you want it or not. You’re exhausting yourself. I only want to patch you up. Or do you have somewhere else to go?”

They stopped wrestling then, partially because Villain was right and partially because there was fatigue in his voice that Hero never heard before.

They got into the passenger seat, trying their best to hide the pain of a bleeding leg. The Villain started the car.

Well, that’s awkward.

You’re willingly getting kidnapped, dumbass. Of course it’s awkward.

The Hero cleared their throat.

“Fancy car.”

“Thanks,” the Villain answered bitterly.

Half an hour later, Villain still looked on edge but the question was burning their tongue.

“Can I ask you something?”

Villain didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead.

“Why are you doing this? For me?”

Villain hit the brakes, tires squealing. He hid his head in his hands.

“Who gave you the tip, Hero?”

They fell silent.

“Exactly. No one. You were ready to go in with no backup, to…to…,”

Hero’s heart dropped.

“I think you are safer with me,” he muttered, “then you are with yourself.”

“Can you just drive, please?”

Their voice was shaking. Villain glanced at them, opened his mouth, then shut it.

They drove for hours in that full-moon night.

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letters-unsending · 10 months

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No. 37

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There’s a new Superhero in town and Hero, now demoted, is trying his best to handle the change.

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Before the battle, Hero pressed his ‘super’ pin into Superhero’s palm. The insignia was bronze, but the edges were buffed into a brassy shine from years of pressing it as it sat on his chest, reminding himself in metal grooves his duty to his city and fellow heroes.

“Hero, this…” Superhero curled his hand around the pin, considering Hero with a deep breath, “this is incredibly kind, but I do not want to take this from you. You earned this through many years and I have just begun to lead.”

Superhero went to uncurl his grip, but Hero stayed his movement, folding both hands over Superhero’s fingers.

“Do not think of this as a gift, then,” Hero said, “let it be a weight you must bear.”

“I do not-”

“Please, Superhero, this is more a consolation for me than it is for you.” Superhero already had a pin, gold and gleaming on his collar, and Hero swallowed, squeezing Superhero’s hand one last time before stepping back. Behind Superhero, the other heroes began to file into the room. Hero stiffened and started past Superhero.

“Thank you.” Superhero called to Hero’s back.

Hero paused and turned his head, smile brief but gleaming. His next words were lost to the crowd piling in and Superhero watched as the heroes enfolded him into their mass with happy touches and exclamations of reunion.

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Jealously curled up his spine as ardently as wonder filled his chest and left no room for breath. Hero sunk back into his seat as Superhero gave his final address to the Organization Council and inclined his head, giving thanks to his audience as if he did not deserve their attentions, as if he had not held them hostage with his brilliance.

After a stroke of silence, the room erupted with praise. Hero did not join the clamor. Instead, he stared at the maps and charts behind Superhero, recalling the masterful plan he had proposed. Hero had known of Superhero’s strength and brazen courage—he’d witnessed it with equal parts terror and fascination on the battle field—but to find his mind was just as sharp and ruthless left Hero reeling.

When they first announced Superhero would be taking his place, Hero was furious. Furious that his men would have to follow a fresh-faced upstart that knew nothing of their city. Furious that they all would suffer due to the Organization’s misplaced confidence in a man who only had brute strength and fame to offer.

But that heated fury was only bitterness now, a slow-acting poison that stirred in Hero’s gut with each successful mission Superhero led. Hero smarted each time his heroes turned toward Superhero in admiration and wondered if it hurt more because he admired Superhero just as much.

“Hero.”

Hero blinked and found that the room had emptied. Scattered paper and pens were all that remained of his coworkers. His own notepad laid rumpled and creased in front of him, so full of scrawl he’d penned notes along the margins to keep up with Superhero’s presentation.

“Sorry,” Hero’s chair screeched back as he stood, “I was lost in thought.”

“Did you have any issues with the strategy?” Superhero asked, nervous though he had no right to be.

“No,” Hero stuffed his notes into his bag, “you—it was brilliant. More than brilliant.” He began to round the table, but Superhero stopped him with a hand at his shoulder. He’d seen that hand crack ship hulls, but there was none of that force now, only a tentative curl of fingers, a weight so slight that Hero wished it heavier.

“Hero,” at his name, Hero tensed, “I want us to be allies. You know this city and organization more than I could ever wish to, and I would appreciate your counsel. I do not want to be alone in this.”

Hero clutched his bag to his side and turned toward Superhero in disbelief. “You have thousands in your command. How could you feel alone?”

“Do not confuse my meaning. I care for every person I lead, but I do not need more followers. I need someone to contest me.” He cleared his throat. “I am terrified by the power that has been given to me and you are well acquainted with it. I just need someone to speak to who is not obligated to listen.”

The bitterness, the acid, welled up from Hero’s stomach and onto his tongue. He loathed the sag of Superhero’s shoulder and the openness in his eyes; this emotional underbelly was too soft to strike. At first, Hero had desperately sought for weakness, for error in everything Superhero did, but now that it was offered up before him, he felt no pleasure at the prospect of tearing in. He looked down.

Superhero’s chest held two pins: one tarnished, one glinting gold. Hero sighed and mirrored Superhero’s hand, placing his own on Superhero’s shoulder.

“You’ve taken my position with much more grace and skill. I believed you to be beyond the want of my help.”

The tension in Superhero’s shoulder bled out beneath Hero’s palm. “I would be a fool to deny help where it can be given.”

“Then you are wiser than me,” he patted Superhero’s shoulder before stepping back, retreating from Superhero’s slight smile.

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Hero staggered into Superhero’s tent on a freshly bound ankle and slumped onto the rug beside Superhero, splaying himself before the fire. Superhero shifted, frowning at the papers crumpled in his lap. The red light from the fireplace brightened the blood splattered across his neck and darkened the furrow in his brow as he turned his cheek away from Hero.

At his expression, Hero collected himself. He tucked one knee in, but as he attempted to pull in his injured leg, his ankle throbbed and he settled it back down with a shaky breath. Bristling, Superhero turned toward him.

“You should still be with the medics.”

“It’s a small break,” Hero pulled a bag of ice from his pack and dropped it over his ankle, “and I’m still superhuman, even if greater powers such as yours exist. I’ve always healed quick.”

“You shouldn’t have been injured,” Superhero sighed, setting his papers aside.

“Better my broken ankle than your pierced liver.” Perhaps lunging off a building to ward off the spear aimed at Superhero was not the wisest course of action, but it had been the quickest. There was no harm done except for the sickening crunch of bone, tendon and his own pride as he crumpled behind Superhero with a groan.

Superhero leaned forward and skimmed his fingers across the Hero’s shin. Between his rolled pant leg and wrapped foot, the skin was purpled and swollen, and throbbed in ticklish pain as Superhero’s hand wrapped gingerly around it. The animal part of him wanted to kick the touch away from his wound, but Superhero’s profile was severe, so he leaned further back on his palms, stomach folding and breath shallowing.

A thin film of ice crackled out from Superhero’s palm, delicate as a fly’s wing. Hero would have laughed at the incredulity of it if not for the gentle retreat of Superhero’s fingers. Why, he’d seen Superhero turn rippling lakes white. He’d seen him render flesh dark and dead, but almost as soon as his touch left, the ice had begun to crack and melt, trickling cooly over his welt-hot skin.

“You are a wonder,” Hero breathed, “truly. I could not even begin to use my power as finely as you have.”

Superhero dropped his hand into his lap, staring at Hero with raised brows. “Do not undermine your power for my sake.”

“I am telling the truth.” Hero replied, spreading out his fingers and calling fire to his skin. It burned a low, deep red but still encased the entirety of hand and the bone of his wrist. “This the smallest fire I can summon. What you did would be like commanding smoke and I have only seen it done by the masters who have taught me.”

Superhero cowed at that, shoulders hunching, “and yet, even a spear can take me unawares.”

“It did not take you. I was there.”

“I did not ask you for your friendship so that you could shield me.” Superhero muttered, staring at the blistering fire and ice melt pooling around Hero’s foot.

“Any hero, friend or not, would do the same. And you, you would do the same for me. I have no doubt.” Hero reached and placed his hand over the twin insignias on Superhero’s chest. Beneath, Superhero’s skin bloomed with feeling and warmth, and he half wondered if Hero had chosen to burn him instead.

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promptspa · 2 years

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Random prompt #64

TW: implied injury, implied transformation, freezing mention, whump (aftercare)

"Hero, darling, it's okay," Supervillain cooed, taking a few hesitant steps forward with their hands raised in front of them as if approaching an upset wild animal.

The battered hero scurried backward, hand still pressed to the injury on the side of their torso. Their state was horrible; drenched in blood and littered with bruises, cuts and gashes. And judging by Hero's constant shivering, freezing.

They snarled, baring teeth that were much too sharp from what Supervillain remembered vividly. That shining grin was replaced with something more predatory, animalistic even. The sight made the master villain's stomach drop, anger simmering in their blood.

What had Supervillain done?

Hero had always been fragile, as much as they hated to admit it. They panicked over mistakes they made years ago, some much more intense than others. They weren't able to save every person, they knew that, but that didn't mean it didn't sting. It only got worse when they knew deaths of innocents were their fault.

They never wanted to be a monster. They didn't want to be a monster.

"Oh, Hero..." The criminal took a few steps forward before dropping to their knees on the cold cement floor of the holding cell. They held out their arms in a silent invitation.

Hero startled back a bit more before growing still, their eyes - different. Too different. - scanning the human. A glint of realization sparked their expression and they all but launched themselves at Villain, letting out a dry sob of relief but also pain from the sudden movement.

"I know, I know, darling. Just stay still," Villain murmured, one hand carding through Hero's hair in gentle motions. "I'll get you home, and I'ĺl keep you safe. I promise, Hero."

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hopelessly-malicious · 1 year

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Snippet #1

"So... are you going to tell me what happened?"

The hero froze. Lounging on their couch was none other than public enemy number one. Villains gaze rested on Hero for a moment, grinning but suspiciously there was no hint of sarcasm or malice.

"What are you doing in my apartment?!" Hero tried to say, but their voice came out small and quiet, barely a whisper.

"Well," The villain responded, grin widening. "I was here to ransack your apartment, so you can imagine my surprise when I found you unconscious in a puddle of your own blood."

Hero paled. This explained why they had woken up in bed and covered in bandages instead of dead on the floor, but why had Villain chosen to aid Hero when they could have left them to bleed out?

Villain seemed to notice the Heroes discomfort and stood up, hands raised in an attempt to come off as less threatening.

"Look. I'm sorry I broke into your house but those wounds look bad." They took a few steps closer, expression softening. "Please just tell me what happened so I can help."

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an-avid-writer · 1 year

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Hear me out

-A scene where two love interests are on the beach and the smaller one is teaching the larger one about CPR (bonus points if the larger one is a mystical being)

- The smaller one climbs on top of the larger one to demonstrate, placing their hands on the larger one's chest.

- "And then you do mouth to mouth every so often"

- The small one bends down, closing the distance between their faces

-They're so close they can feel each other's breath. They could kiss. But they don't.

- Instead they pull away, both breathless and blushing.

- Then later, the small one is drowned by their enemy. The larger drags the smaller from the water, trying to remember the impromptu CPR lesson

- They hesitate. This doesn't feel right. But there's no time to think about other options

- The larger presses their lips forcefully against the smaller's, breathing air into their lungs.

-This isn't what they imagined the smaller's lips would feel like. They're supposed to be warm, lively. Instead, they're cold. Lifeless.

- The smaller suddenly comes to, sputtering and coughing water from their lungs. As they recover, the larger doesn't move. The smaller touches their own lips, feeling the warmth there. They realize at once what happened.

- The larger looks panicked, unsure if they did the right thing.

- Wordlessly, the smaller grabs them, pulling them close and smashing their lips together once more.

- This is the first time they've kissed.

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paladinsandruffians · 2 years

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M-Mom?

Hero lies curled up on the ground. She shivers then winces as it disturbs her wound.

“V-villain got me good, ae?”

Her eyes drift around the deserted alley.

“He-he sure did.”

She clutches her side tightly, a large red splotch spilling out from beneath her fingers.

“He…sure…did.”

Her phone buzzes. Her heart jolts. Her phone. Her phone!

She hastily grabs the device with her quivering free hand.

She freezes.

Mom?

You left your glasses at my house. Should I take them to your apartment?

Hero didn’t even realize she left them. She always wore contacts while in uniform so she must not have noticed when…She shakes her head, turning her focus back toward the screen.

Her heart drops.

Three percent.

“He-hello.”

“Hero?” Her mother yawns. “What are you doing up so late? I wasn’t expecting you to respond until morning.”

“I, it’s just, work stuff, Mom. I-I was working and had to stay late.”

“Did you get more contacts? Paperwork is much more difficult when you can’t see it.”

“Y-yes, Mom. All-although, I-I’d beg to differ. It’s mu-much easier when you c-can’t see it.” Her eyes well up with tears.

“Hero, is something wrong?”

She grimaces.

I’m fine.

“I’m gonna die.”

“Hero. What? Hero! What’s happening?”

Everything she had been holding back comes out. Hero bawls, tears pouring down her face and snot running from her nose.

“I’M SORRY!” She wails. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“ I’m sorry I stormed out, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry I was scared to. I-I’m, Mom, I’m, I’m-”

“Hero! Hero, please calm down. Where are you? What happened? Speak to me please.”

Hero sniffs.

“D-downtown? In an alley? He-he jumped me. Villain jumped me. I’m gonna die, Mom. I don’t wanna die, Mom. I don’t wanna die.”

“I’m on my way, hun. I’m coming. Please just don’t stop talking. Don’t stop talking.”

“Mom…”

“Yes, Hero?”

“Mom…I-I’m a hero.”

The phone clatters to the ground.

“I-I’m sorry, Mom. I-I know how much you-you hate heroes, I just-I-”

Her eyelids droop, exhaustion and blood loss weighing heavily on her.

“I’m-sor-ry…”

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