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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year
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Maybe They Fell In Love
"They are dead villain," Civilian urged, "You don't have to worry about it,"
"It doesn't make any sense, though," villain pondered out loud as they walked in restless circles around their coffee table, "Hero is too good to just 'go missing' and there's been nothing but radio silence about them in the criminal world,"
"The agency declared them dead," civilian argued. The announcement had been made over a week ago, and their lover had done nothing but stress about it since.
"Yeah, that means nothing," villain replied, "They are a bunch of liars to begin with, and they don't even have a body for a public funeral,"
"Okay, let's say they did lie. What if hero just quit?" Their lover tried, but the criminal was already shaking their head.
"No, that makes even less sense. Hero didn't have any reason to quit"
"How do you know?" Civilian piped up, "Maybe something happened-"
"They were a HERO!" Villain stressed, "What POSSIBLE reason could they have to quit being a hero?!"
Civilian looked down, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, "Maybe they fell in love..."
The criminal stopped pacing, turning to face their lover, "excuse me?"
"Maybe..." Civilian started slowly, as if testing the waters, "Maybe they were raised to believe everything was black and white... that villains were just heartless monsters that deserved to be thrown in prison. Maybe they met someone while working undercover who started to... challenge that belief...maybe..." they swallowed nervously, "maybe they started to develop feelings as time went on. Maybe they eventually realized that they were happier with a villain than they ever were at the academy. Maybe they couldn't bare the thought of fighting with the one they loved... so..."
Finally, they dared to glance up, meeting villain's wide, shocked eyes with their guilty ones, "so... I quit..."
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amethystpath-writes · 3 months
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Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, the power-dampeners fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?
I understand if you don’t wanna write this tho!!!
A/N...You know how I made that post like a month ago? About followers and how much they mean to me? And about how I recognize some of them as being frequents or long-time followers? I recognize you. I remember you. And I appreciate you.
As a secondary note, the cutoff is spicy, but it’s PG. Unless we’re looking for non-PG. Lord knows I’ve written terrible things here.
NOT A PR0MPT
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It was the greatest pain he’d felt. Guard looked up at him with such fear that Villain felt himself quaking in his own shoes.
Empathy. What a horrible emotion.
He could have been like the others, tearing at the walls, ripping the floor up, cutting people down. But Guard…
Guard, who had brought him, not only his food, but dessert hidden in a folded napkin.
Guard, who had changed the bulb when it burnt out though no other guard would. And not just any bulb. Guard knew how Villain hated those damn LEDs.
‘I could never sleep like that. Why should you?’
Guard, who listened.
Guard, who understood.
When Villain looked at Guard, at the fright, the confusion...he couldn't be like the others, even as some other criminal shoved a broken pipe in his hands. Distantly, he saw the criminal nodding at guard, and heard them mumble, "For that one."
That one.
That one had a name. That one was kind and- and considerate, and everything these escapees were not. He was thoughtful, and he was everything Villain didn't deserve.
A monster. I'm a monster.
As Guard's eyes quickly shifted between the pipe in Villain's hands and his eyes, Villain felt a pang of both sadness and anger. The sadness struck his heart, something so deeply buried beneath his powers, he forgot it even existed. His anger, however, centered in his hands, hot against the broken pipe. Instinct screamed to join the chaos- the power he possessed, it had to be rid of somehow. It was the reason he was ever locked up.
"I'm not- I wouldn't-"
The pipe clattered against the hard floor. It had no room to echo, the thrill of the room silencing it- thankfully to Villain. It would have drawn attention to him. They would see his empty hands, see the pipe, then see Guard- unharmed. They would kill him, brutally, and then they would kill Villain.
"Where do I go?" Guard's voice was booming despite the noise around. A bang! here, a crash! there. Villain's head was pounding, but he heard Guard's voice like an angel sent from above. A scared angel, a delicate thing, all bright eyes and parted lips.
"Here, and keep your head down." Guard held his hand out, and swiftly, as he took Guard's hand, he also grabbed his sleeve, then tore it without a moment's notice. "You ever do roleplay?" Villain pulled Guard up to his feet.
Guard's eyes widened and he shook his head without a word. Villain didn't quite believe that, but he nodded anyway.
"You and I are going to switch roles right now, okay?"
Predictably, Guard's face went still. Act as a prisoner? Villain was sure he was thinking it. Guard would never so much as think he was above being a prisoner (of course, Guard never deserved to be as such), but it was frightening. Villain knew- or at least hoped- that Guard trusted him not to take advantage of the situation. If he thought differently of Villain, he would have never acted so kind.
"What happens if-"
"Don't worry. Look." Villain gestured with a nod, not only to the chaos down the hallway, but to the other villains. While some were destroying everything in sight, others were taking victims by the arm, by their hair, by anything they could grab onto. It wouldn't be unusual for Villain to walk Guard out of the prison, to take a hostage.
Villain's history, the reason he was imprisoned at all remained a mystery to everyone. Some were very open about their reasons; they relished in being villains. I'll be your bad guy, was the motto they seemed to live by. Villain kept to himself. While some believed it was a weakness, others believed Villain's nonchalant attitude meant he should be avoided.
"If there's police outside?" Guard said under his breath as they began walking.
"Then you'll be safe."
"And you'll be arrested."
"I was in prison before. Why shouldn't I go back?"
Villain was shocked. Guard ripped his arm from his grasp and stopped, dead in the middle of the hall.
"You don't deserve that, and you know it."
He gritted his teeth. No, prison wasn't what he deserved, but-
"What happened to you," Guard began, "is so far from your fault. I'm glad this is happening; I've wanted a revolt like this because it means you'll be free!"
"Keep your voice down; you're drawing attention."
"Then I'll draw attention, Villain!"
Now, his teeth were grinding. "You are going to get yourself killed if they hear you."
"I don't care," Guard argued. "I don't care if I die, or if I'm even tortured. I care about you."
Villain didn't think. His hand felt like an extension of him, one that acted on its own. He was holding onto Guard's collar, his face inches away from the one who had taken such great care of him. A fire was burning his hand. Villain let go, then released a breath. "I'm scared," he admitted. "That's why I haven't broken out."
"Scared? Villain, no one can hurt you out there."
"That," he asserted. "That is exactly why I'm scared. Guard, I can't control myself, and honestly, this?" He tapped his chest, where, under his shirt, there was a rectangle plastered-no burnt- into his skin. "I came here for this. They don't just hand these out on the streets. You have to do something wrong to get one, to have a shot at being normal, to be someone like you."
His hands were burning. Again. He was tired of this rage, that sunken feeling of despair. Red and flame. A gas stove left running overnight. He would blow the house up.
Fire.
Red.
Rage.
Ablaze.
"Villain, no!"
Buzzing.
Villain could hear buzzing. No, that wasn't the word. Something was squealing, high pitch in his ears.
Screaming.
Nagging.
What was that sound?
"Are you okay?" The words were on repeat. Broken record. God, Villain couldn't think. Were these words his own or did they belong to someone else?
“Hey. Hey, listen to me.”
“Burns,” Villain knew this was his voice; he felt it in his chest- a deep groan that, if he were anyone but himself, would have pierced his heart. So much pain. “My hands. My hands burn.”
Fire ran down his cheeks in the shape of tears. What had he done?
What had he done?
“The others-” he started, but Guard- Guard! Without a second’s notice, Villain sat straight up, all signs of pain vacant as he turned. His head, Villain realized, had been in Guard’s lap.
“They’re okay,” Guard said, stiffening now as Villain sat up. “No causalities, but we can’t go back.”
When Villain squinted, Guard explained, “They’re searching for you, as well as all the other prisoners. We’re safe, but we can’t leave. At least, you can’t. Shouldn’t. I would never tell you what to do.”
Of course not. Guard was kind and delicate and- “How did you make it out? I- you were- that should have killed you.”
If there was one thing Villain wasn’t expecting, it was this: “You’re not the only Super I’ve been kind to. One of the others saw what was about to happen. They saved me.”
Guard was nothing if not honest, and though Villain was truly a good person, he wouldn’t know a lie if he’d never told one himself. Right now, Guard was hiding something.
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livelaughwhump · 10 months
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Hii!
Could you write something about Whumpee having a nightmare and shaking, mumbling and kicking in their sleep. But. Caretaker is an empath and they send out waves of calm emotions, feelings of love, care and peace, until Whumpee has fallen into a deep peaceful sleep a faint smile on their face.
Thank youu
Hi!! Thanks for the request!! Sorry this took so long. I haven't written a general whump fic in a while, so please bear with me!
I hope you enjoy!
Content: nightmare, insomnia mention, brief mention of past captivity, implied past torture, mostly comfort
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Whumpee hadn't slept in weeks. Caretaker had tried everything, from calming tea to white noise, but nothing had worked. They'd even suggested a sleep clinic, but Whumpee had nearly had a panic attack at the very mention. At this point, they didn't know what else to do. Whumpee was clearly exhausted, so Caretaker tried the last thing they could think of.
Whumpee sniffled as Caretaker climbed into their bed with them, wiping away their tears and offering Caretaker more space than was necessary.
"I-I'm so sorry, Caretaker," they mumbled as Caretaker settled beside them in bed. "You shouldn't have to do this for me. I know you don't like sleeping around other people-"
Caretaker gently shushed them and brushed away their tears. "Don't be sorry, dove. I'll sleep better knowing that you're not alone. I offered to do this for you, remember?"
Whumpee sniffled again and nodded. "But I don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for my sake. You already do so much for me."
Caretaker smiled and brushed Whumpee's hair out of their face. "Now's not the time for guilt, dove. All you need to worry about is sleep."
Whumpee's eyes wandered. "But...what if I can't?"
"Then, I'll be right beside you. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."
Whumpee's lower lip was wobbling. "But, what if-"
Caretaker shushed them again, wrapping their arms around their frightened companion. "There's nothing to be worried about, dove. Just relax and close your eyes. I'll watch over you."
. . .
Caretaker was beyond relieved when they heard the evening out of Whumpee's breath. They couldn't remember the last time Whumpee had slept through the night, and they prayed to whatever god was listening that Whumpee would make it even half that.
It had only taken a little over an hour, which wasn't as long as Caretaker had expected. They were so proud of Whumpee. They had been put through hell by a despicable human being. It was no wonder they couldn't sleep. They were probably terrified of being plucked from their bed and taken right back to that awful place without so much as a cry for help.
Caretaker snuggled closer to Whumpee, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. With their incredible relief came overwhelming exhaustion, and Caretaker's eyelids fluttered. Their body sagged against Whumpee's, and with a soft breath that ruffled Whumpee's tangled hair, Caretaker closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.
. . .
Caretaker awoke a few hours later to the sound of soft whimpering. At first, they assumed it was their dog begging for attention, until they heard spoken words.
"N-No, Wh-Whumper, p-please."
Caretaker's eyes snapped open. They quickly pushed themself into a sitting position and flicked on the lamp to their right. Their eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the person Whumpee was begging to. As their eyes adjusted to the sudden light, they recognized the emptiness of Whumpee's room.
"Please, no. I-I don't want it, please..."
Caretaker shifted their gaze down to Whumpee's small, quivering form. Their light curls stuck to their sweat-slick forehead and tears were oozing out of the corners of their tightly-clamped eyes. A quiet yelp escaped their throat, followed by more soft begging.
Caretaker absolutely deflated. They knew all about how awful Whumpee's nightmares could be. Whumpee told them about each one in detail, and they were all worse than the one before.
Caretaker hated seeing them like this. It broke their heart to see the brilliant, joyful, funny person they once knew reduced to something so pitiful and broken.
Caretaker forced a sad smile to their face. They'd always been told that they had a gift for making people feel safe, without even saying a word. They just hoped they'd be able to reach Whumpee through the horrors they were surely reliving.
Caretaker gently ran their hand through Whumpee's hair, softly caressing their tear-stained cheeks. They wanted Whumpee to know that they were safe, that Caretaker was never going to let anything bad happen to them again. They wanted Whumpee to feel loved and accepted and heard, despite the pain and the loss they'd experienced.
Sure enough, Whumpee's trembling seemed to slow, their whimpers quieted, and the wrinkles on their face smoothed out. Their tense body relaxed and they shivered beneath Caretaker's cool touch. Even once they'd calmed down a bit, Caretaker didn't stop caressing Whumpee and wiping away their tears and sweat.
As much as they knew Whumpee would feel guilty for it, Caretaker was beyond grateful that Whumpee had woken them up. They much preferred that to Whumpee waking themself up. If they were given the option, Caretaker would never sleep again if it meant Whumpee never had another nightmare. They didn't deserve to live in such fear and turmoil, and Caretaker vowed that they would do whatever it took to take that pain away from them.
Even if it meant hunting Whumper down themself.
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I hope this was okay!! I'm not used to writing regular whump fics, so I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's a little shorter than I intended, but I hope you enjoyed it!
If anyone else has any requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them to me!
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inkygemuwu · 2 years
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“W–we're alone.” the hero nervously stated, a bit of sweat dripping down their forehead.
“Correct~.” the villain purred, crowding them against the wall. “No pesky media to interrupt us in sight~.”
— Prompt written by @some-messed-up-writing-for-you.
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“W–we're alone.” the hero nervously stated, a bit of sweat dripping down their forehead.
“Correct.” the villain purred, crowding them against the wall. “No pesky media to interrupt us in sight.”
The hero swallowed hard. They felt stupid for letting themself get caught again by the villain.
The villain grinned, all teeth, and pinned the hero to the wall, hands mercilessly on either side of their head, allowing no way to escape their grasp now.
The hero’s face reddened, still speechless.
“What’s the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?” the villain tilted their head in a way that made the hero’s heart slam in their chest.
“Wh–what do you want?” it was barely above a whisper.
The villain ignored them, their luscious gaze flicked to the hero’s lips, and then back up to their eyes, drinking up the sight in front of them.
“You look beautiful like this, cornered and confused and so easily flustered. Makes me wonder what you’d look like if I just..” the villain leaned closer, their breath brushing hot against the hero’s ear.
The hero’s face coloured further, an unsavoury feeling blooming in their stomach. “Get away from me.” they hated the crack in their voice.
“But your little reactions are just so adorable, darling.” the villain murmured, voice honeyed and thick.
“Let—” the hero’s voice cut to gasp as the villain started trailing kisses down their neck. They bit their lip, resisting the moan rising in their throat.
“S–stop..” the hero managed, begging, “You can’t just.. just kiss me–.. like that.”
They felt cold as the villain suddenly let go of them, feeling strangely empty, like a part of them was missing.
“Well, that was fun. See you next time.” the villain said and was about to turn around to leave when the hero, unable to suppress their instincts, clutched their shirt and yanked them back, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
Not a prompt.
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arcadian-asgardian · 3 days
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Ineffable husbands titbits 5/?
(except it's just Aziraphale this time)
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“Have you ever been to Heaven?”
It wasn’t a question Aziraphale had been expecting from this young person who’d come into the bookshop to shelter from the rain. They’d made a bit of polite conversation earlier, and Aziraphale had felt a little as though they had been scrutinising him with curious glances while they had sat at one of the sofas, flicking through their mobile phone and a few vibrant fliers they had entered with.
They seemed to float the question hesitantly, as if not completely sure, yet somehow reassured that Aziraphale was a good person to be asking. He wasn’t sure what might have led them to suspect that he was an angel, but he saw no harm in endeavouring to answer them truthfully.
Had he ever been to Heaven?
“Oh, yes. Many times,” he replied.
“Oh! What’s it like?” the young person asked him eagerly.
Aziraphale paused, before answering tactfully. “It’s… nice, if you like that sort of thing. Very clean. Lots of space.”
“Sounds good,” they nodded, though their enthusiasm seemed somewhat dulled by his answer. “But you don’t really like it then?” they probed.
“Not overly much,” Aziraphale admitted. “I’m afraid I don’t terribly fit in there. The others of my kind don’t seem to like me very much. And all the light tends to give me a headache.”
The young person winced in sympathy. “Ah, I’m sorry. That sucks,” they said. “You’d think they’d make everyone feel welcome somewhere like that.”
Aziraphale hummed a glum agreement. There was an awkward silence as both parties felt the thread of conversation grow thin.
“Is the music at least good?” they piped up at last.
“The music?” Thoughts of celestial harmonies and Climbing Every Mountain entered Aziraphale’s mind, and he tried not to look visibly disgusted.
“That’s not really to my taste either, I’m afraid.”
“Fair enough,” the young person shrugged. “Well, I guess it’s not the only gay nightclub,” they finished with a sigh.
Aziraphale blinked. “Sorry, gay nightclub?”
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Love Letters: Part 3
A/N: This really has nothing to do with this snippet, but I’ve decided to start a taglist for anyone who’s interested in being tagged in my writing. Please see this post for details!
Warnings: Mention of past threats, past intimidation, the plot thickens, and the author has a vague idea where this might all be going and knows this might be the last bit of peace Hero has (sorry!)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | My masterlist
Dear Hero,
Our time together was much too short last we saw each other. Care to meet me where we first crossed paths two nights hence?
Your (forever faithful) potential friend
Hero stared at the note in their hands. A chill had descended on the safety of their bedroom. In the hours since they’d discovered Supervillain’s note at their dead-drop in the park, Hero had turned it over in their mind.
Where they first met?
Their mind searched through thousands if not millions of memories in their attempt to pinpoint when they had first crossed paths with Supervillain. To do that, they had to figure out when they’d first encountered each other. Was it during their tenure as a sidekick to Superhero? Or maybe soon after their promotion to hero?
Glancing out the window, Hero stared absently at the raindrops trailing down the glass pane. For three days now, the world was drenched in gray. Bitter and cold, April had certainly lived up to the old “April showers” thing, but at the rate their life was going, Hero wondered if they would live long enough to see the May flowers.
They just had to get involved with Supervillain and Other Supervillain. Granted, when they’d taken up the case to locate the stolen artifacts, they hadn’t expected to be caught between the master criminals. And they certainly hadn’t expected Supervillain to tell them that Politician was the face behind Other Supervillain. They really had bitten off more than they could chew when they accepted this case and followed that lead to Other Supervillain’s gala with the expectation of retrieving the stolen artifacts. As thoughts of Other Supervillain flooded their mind, Hero turned away from the window and wrapped their arms around themselves, holding Supervillain’s note limply in their hand.
The cold seeped into Hero’s bones at the memory of their confrontation with Other Supervillain just yesterday. They’d fought a lot of villains, a lot of…people…in their life, but none so intimating as Other Supervillain. What made the encounter even worse was the fact that Hero had been entirely helpless, but they could’ve done something. Other Supervillain hadn’t even pulled a knife on them. They hadn’t done anything, except promise vague threats that Hero found all too believable. It was, after all, what the master criminal was known for: their word.
It wasn’t the bloodshed, the disappearances attributed to them, or their overall villainy, but their word. It was all too well known that if Other Supervillain said something, even without the pretense of promise, it was going to happen exactly as they had said it. It was as if they could command words into action.
So no, they hadn’t physically threatened Hero. They didn’t need to. They didn’t need a weapon, they didn’t need to make threats of pain or bloodshed like weaker or more arrogant villains. Other Supervillain needed only to speak, and their reputation would do the rest.
Hero startled at the ring of their phone, crumpling the note in their hand as they flinched.
“Hello?” They asked uncertainly despite themselves.
“Hero?” Agent answered, “Is everything alright?”
Sinking onto their bed in relief, Hero cleared their throat. “Fine. Just…going over some leads.”
Silence fluttered between the pair for a moment before Agent spoke next. Hero could almost taste their friend’s disbelief in the heartbeats that passed, but were almost grateful when they didn’t press them for an honest answer.
Almost, but not quite as Agent’s words settled in their mind.
“Politician wanted to speak with you, about the artifacts.”
Hero’s breath stopped in their lungs. They barely heard themselves ask, “Why?”
“They didn’t say. I guess they just want a progress report given the nature of the items,” Agent sighed. “I guess it doesn’t look good for them what with the items being on loan from the Prominent Museum and all. So, are you going to meet with them? Or do you not have time because of the…‘leads?’”
“No, yeah,” Hero stood and squeezed their eyes shut, beginning to shift their weight from foot to foot in anticipation. “Yeah, I can meet them. Did they have a time in mind?”
“Today, three o’clock, at City Hall?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Are you sure everything’s alright, Hero?” Agent asked.
“Positive,” Hero forced a smile in an attempt to make their words feel like less of a lie. “Just starting to feel the pressure of the case is all.”
“Ah,” their friend assented. “Well, I’ll let the mayor know you’ll meet with them. Let me know if you need anything in the meantime. We could always put a few more heroes on the case or see if Superhero wouldn’t mind stepping in. They’ve got their hands full with Supervillain at the moment, but what’s not to say your case and Superhero’s aren’t connected.”
Hero’s eyes widened. “I didn’t realize they had a case against Supervillain.”
Agent hesitated. Hero could hear the stutter in their breaths, as if that information wasn’t supposed to shared. “Well…it’s…I’m sorry, Hero. I’d tell you if I could, but it’s on a ‘need-to-know’ basis.”
“But if they—” Hero started.
“Hero, I can’t divulge that information. Not unless you tell me something now that could implicate them in the stolen artifacts.”
Hero began to pace the length of their room. “You’re right. I guess there’s not an immediate connection.”
“I’m sorry, Hero.”
“I know,” Hero sighed. “I should go if I want to follow this lead before I have to meet with Politician.”
“Be safe, Hero.”
“I will.”
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There hadn’t been a lead. Hero had putzed around all morning, wracking their brain for a reason why Politician was suddenly interested in the missing artifacts. Sure, it seemed plausible that they were faving scrutiny from the Prominent Museum, but what if the paranoid voice in the back of their head was right? What if this was an excuse for Politician/ Other Supervillain to keep them close? Or to figure out what Hero knew or didn’t know?
Then there was the matter of their “potential friend.”
Hero had searched through all of their old case files to figure out when the earliest mention of Supervillain was in their career. The hunt hadn’t been much use, though. There were a few different references to Supervillain, some notes of suspicion, but no indication as to when they had first crossed paths. Now, they were left staring dumbly at the document boxes spread out around them and the haphazard stacks of files all over their tiny living room.
Disheartened, Hero padded into their kitchen, stretching their stiff back and neck as they went. They still had an hour and a half to kill before they had to meet Politician at City Hall. In the meantime, another cup of coffee and a snack would have to do. They could start searching their journals to see if there was any more detail in them about when they’d first met Supervillain, but they doubted there would be much of anything. Try as they might, Hero wasn’t a diligent diary keeper. They just didn’t have the time. And what more could they say on those pages that they didn’t say in their reports?
Aside from their job, there wasn’t anything else that they could write about. No love life, no family, and few friends left their journals practically barren.
But still, it was worth a shot.
The coffee maker gurgled as the last of the dark brew dripped into their favorite mug. It was the perfect size and shape to hold the right amount of coffee and wrap their hands around comfortably, just like any good mug should be. Steam wafted up from the enticing depths of the mug. Inhaling deeply, Hero’s eyes drifted closed for a second. They coveted the warmth between their hands and the comforting aroma of the coffee. No matter how stressful their hero work became, coffee was always there. The scent alone was enough to make them feel safe and at home, more than their shabby one-bedroom, one-bath bungalow had ever felt.
But their peace was short-lived. Pushing open the door to their bedroom once again, Hero determined to solve the mystery once and for all. They had a job to do, and regarding the mug of dreams in their hands was a distraction they simply couldn’t afford at the moment. They needed to figure out the truth behind Politician, and whether or not they were actually Other Supervillain.
And they still had to remember where it was they had first crossed paths with Supervillain.
It had to be obvious, didn’t it? Why else would they have been so cryptic in their note? It had to be somewhere they were both aware of, but only they would know. Supervillain wouldn’t have been so cryptic as to cause confusion…would they?
Hero shook their head and opted to take a slow sip from their mug. Staring at the bookcase shoved into the corner of their bedroom, they had three journals to look through. Spanning the time since before they joined the Agency six years ago to the present day, it shouldn’t take them too long to read through them. Even if they had to put their task aside to meet Politician, they would definitely be able to search through their written word before they were to meet with Supervillain two nights from now.
All they had to do was survive until then. They grimaced. Phrased like that, there wasn’t any hope for their current situation. But Hero had no doubt they would make it. One way or another, they’d survive this. They were a hero, after all.
Part 4
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the-modern-typewriter · 7 months
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A hero and villain prompt (not romantic) with the concept built around the sentence “you never learn, do you?” In my head the villain says it to the hero, but I don’t particularly care either way. Thanks if you can, thanks if you can’t!
"You never learn, do you?"
The hero's breathing came hard, their wavering vision fixed on a spot on the horizon. "'Fraid not."
"Mm." The villain's fingers combed through the hero's hair, far too tender for the fury radiating from them. "Perhaps you simply enjoy these lessons."
"Perhaps the lesson is not one worth learning. "
They had been friends once.
The villain snorted. Their grip tightened, wrenching the hero's head back, their body off the floor. The hero’s forcefield spluttered, once, twice, before guttering out completely. Pain twinged up the hero's scalp. They closed their eyes.
"Look at me."
"No thanks," they kept their voice light. "I feel sick enough already."
But they both knew it wasn't just that.
"You've exhausted your reserves," the villain said. "Again."
"Like you care."
"You could escape for good if you stopped doing that. If you stopped coming out of hiding any time the city is threatened."
"Like. You. Care."
But of course the villain cared. And of course that changed nothing.
"I have to bring you back," the villain said. "Open your eyes. You don't need to make this more painful."
"You don't have to do anything. "
"Neither do you. This could be someone else's fight."
"I'll just escape again. I always do."
"Will you? Because the company is learning, even if you're not."
The hero swallowed.
The villain tugged at their head.
The hero's jaw clenched.
The villain clicked their tongue, frustrated. Inevitably, their other hand rose, wrapping around the hero's throat, cradling their spent and battered body against the villain’s hips. Power seeped from the villain's palm. It burrowed through skin and sinew where the eyes gave away to influence so easily.
The telepathic lessons were always the same.
Don't run. Don't resist. Do as you're told.
"Ridiculous, " the villain murmured, as the hero's eyes fell open, with no barriers or protection left in place to shield them. "Making me chase after my own bodyguard. I can't keep pleading to the board for you."
"Yes. Well," the hero rasped. "You never learn, do you?"
Eighteen months later, the cycle repeated again.
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chamoemileclown · 2 months
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I would like to suggest rat Spreen or rat Vegetta
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im always grateful when i get the opportunity to do stuff revolving around the less active members!!
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mirohtron · 2 years
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"You don't understand," the villain hissed. "Loving me will ruin you, you stupid thing. Maybe you want that, maybe you want to be ruined and left unstable and hurt, but you don't seem to realise the extent. I will take all the light you can give me and let you burn to ash, even though I can see it'll kill you. I will not blow you out. I'll take it, selfishly, and I'll exhaust you until you hate me. I—"
The hero trapped them against a wall and kissed them, and kissed them more, and then some more until the villain was pushing against them dizzily and the lack of air crumpled their lungs up.
Then, the hero let go.
The villain slumped against the wall, staring, reeling, gasping in precious air.
"I don't care," said the hero. Just as breathless. "I don't care, I really don't. You think we're bad for each other? Then let's just exhaust each other until the novelty wears off. Until then," the hero kissed them again, harder, shorter, and the villain couldn't suppress their noises, "I'll just take what I can get."
The villain didn't have a response to that.
The hero kissed them again.
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ziptiesnfries · 7 months
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y'all have no idea how many whump concepts i've come up with that just never made it on my blog
i had one a little while ago where a bunch of human-animal hybrids (particularly hybrids of commonly hunted animals) are kidnapped and hunted for sport by rich humans. of course, the prey aren't killed during every hunt - it would be too much of a hassle to replace them that often. but you never know when an accident might happen!
the main character is a fox girl who's aggressive but helpless to do anything about her situation. she's friends with a deer girl who's a lot more timid and resigned to her eventual fate. the two of them weren't really friends at first, but they grew on each other.
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creweemmaeec11 · 1 year
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Skimming off the top
"Relax, I'm not about to chop your head off," the villain mused, rounding their desk to instead lean back against it. They eyed the henchmen in the chair before them, "But I know you've been skimming money off the top. Don't dig yourself a deeper hole by denying it. Just tell me why,"
Despite the villain's calm demeanour and even reassurance, henchman was undoubtedly shaking. He knew this had been a bad idea. He was about to pay for it.
"I... I needed the money-"
"For *what*?" The villain pressed.
"My... my wife she-"
"Diana? Is she alright?"
Henchman was shocked his boss even remembered her name, but he forced himself to press on, "no, or- yes- well, kind of? She uh, she's pregnant,"
"That's amazing news," the villain replied. They sounded genuinely happy, "Are you worried about not having enough to properly start a family? You could have spoken to me about a raise,"
"No no! It's, well, there have been some complications in her pregnancy. The pressure ruptured her appendix-"
"My god, is she okay!?" Villain gasped in horror.
"Yes! Yes she and the baby are fine, but the surgery was expensive so I'd been skimming to try and pay it off,"
Villain sighed, "why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" They asked. They seemed genuinely confused.
"I- what?" Henchman stammered.
The villain rounded the desk again, sitting back down on their chair, "how much more do you need to pay it off? My calculations tell me you've skimmed about $2000 already, correct?"
"I- yes, sir. I still need $6000," he replied. What was happening here?
Suddenly villain pulled out a chequebook, "Don't get me wrong, you're still in trouble for skimming behind my back. I'm no tyrant, if you need money desperately like this, just come to me next time. We are grown-ups; we can work something out. For now, we can take it off your paychecks until it's been repaid, once this has been settled," villain explained, before standing back up and handing over a check signed for $6000. "Let me know if you need any more, okay?"
Henchman was stunned, "I- I- yes- yes sir- I- thank you-"
"You're welcome," the villain nodded, "That being said. I don't want to see you skimming again. Got it?"
"Absolutely sir, it will never happen again,"
"Good," Villain nodded, sitting back down into their large office chair, "now go home,"
The henchman's eyes widened, "but I thought I wasn't getting fired!"
"You're not," villain smiled, "but your pregnant wife just had surgery. You're on mandatory leave until her doctor clears her health, got it?"
The worker's eyes widened even more, "I- yes, yes sir. Thank you so much,"
The villain nodded, looking down at their desk again, scribbling something else on a different paper. After a moment, they glanced up to see the henchman hadn't moved. They raised an eyebrow as if to say "why are you still here?"
It was because the worker felt like he couldn't leave. He had expected such punishment, but this was...
He forced his legs to stand and walked out, heading straight home. His wife would be thrilled.
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amethystpath-writes · 5 months
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Entertainment
(NOT A PR0MPT)
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“I don’t love you,” Hero said. “I won’t love you, even though they all suspect it.”
“Isn’t it disappointing?” Villain asked.
Hero only hummed in question. She felt serene despite the storm brewing in her mind. For now, she would listen.
“To make another human your source of entertainment? You are televised. You don’t see your shepherds now, but there is a show playing in their minds during this very moment. You. Naked in my bed- as if we could ever be lovers. A scandal- because no one can ever be good enough. Nobody is allowed to be The Hero. That person, should they ever arise, must always be eradicated.”
Villain stared at the night sky from the park bench, swollen and wet from the rain which had passed. The dark clouds above appeared so thick that they stretched across space, blocking even the moon from seeing her subjects below. Another storm was being pushed through. “They wait for the day you’re found out- living out any trope that serves them, even if it’s not true of your life at all. Enemies to lovers.” He scoffed. “The new fad. Unfortunate for them, I hate you,” he said, and his eyes never left the stormy clouds. “We are not their love story, and I’ll spite you at every turn for making them think this rivalry could turn to such. Tell me, why did you decide to become their next victim, hero?”
“You make it sound like I wanted them to call me a traitor under their breaths.” Her voice held no contempt. She was too tired for that- for anything besides a quietly piqued interest. “I don’t want to betray them. I fight you because they don’t have the ability to. It’s all for them. It has always been for them.”
“And yet”- Villain shrugged- “what have they done for you? Spread rumors? Spoken to teen entertainment vlogs about their accounts on witnessing our ‘dates’? None of it is real. I tell myself I’m fighting for something, but the truth is, none of us are. Not even you, though you think your purpose is to oppose me- to oppose evil and all that is ill. It’s not.”
Progressively, Hero felt the tips of her ears warming- a deep contrast compared to the cold air around her. “I don’t entertain them.”
“You serve them. Is that phrasing any more to your liking?”
She couldn’t argue that. Hero did serve her community- by fighting Villain, by bringing justice to him. Or…trying to at least. The rumors came with their own consequences. She was outcasted. No one trusted her even though she never gave them a reason to distrust her. Hero fought Villain. That was all she ever did, but one person got it into their head that maybe- just maybe- they weren’t fighting at all. Maybe Hero and Villain were living a fairytale. Maybe they were an item and the fights were all a facade so at least one of them would be praised.
Still, it had nothing to do with entertainment. Hero didn’t want to think of it that way. If she did, it meant she did all of this for nothing. She had no purpose. She wasted her time, energy, and effort.
“Why did we meet here?” It was going to start raining again, and Hero was already shivering. She only met him tonight because doing so meant he was with her, in sight, and unproductive in his schemes. He volunteered her as a distraction; she wasn’t smart enough to say no.
“We might only be a means of entertainment, but I’ve learned to appreciate the act. You and I are not friends, but they think so. There’s a camera- over there…” He pointed to a tree, and Hero cursed under her breath. “And it’s been filming us the entire time. Having casual conversation on a stormy night where no one else would dare relax. Nice and private- though cold, but we’re willing to sacrifice that warmth if it means being together, right?”
“You set me up.” Here she thought she was allowing herself to distract him, but it was his plan all along. Of course he wasn’t wanting to fix this problem. “You said you were tired of the rumors, Villain. That’s why we were here, to lay them to rest.”
Villain laughed and finally looked to Hero. His eyes trailed to her ears, all red from her frustration. It irritated her even more and she untucked her hair. “You aren’t just their entertainment, Hero. You’re mine, too.” He muttered, “So easy.”
She wanted to argue: I’m not your entertainment; I’m Im no one’s, but it would only prove him right. Looking at his smile now, Hero regretted even pulling her hair from behind her ears.
I can fight him now. The camera would see it and the people would know that the two were not lovers at all. But again, she’d be amusing him. Right now, he was expecting her to make a move, to- to retaliate, if only to entertain him more. Yet, if she didn’t do anything, the tape he had now would only confirm in the community’s mind that she was a scandal. Untrue and unfit for being their voice. Would they arrest her?
“I’m all you have now. Your only security.”
Hero shook her head. “No. That’s not true.”
“Then who else do you have?”
The sky was sprinkling now. Fat cold raindrops touched on Hero’s shoulders and she shivered. “They’ll believe me,” she said, though it came out as a whisper. Still, Villain heard.
“Do they believe you now?”
No.
“If you are not with me, you are nothing but a bad face to them. I can give you a new identity. I can give you a new start, one where you can be the one entertained- not them.”
His hand touched her face. She flinched. When had she closed her eyes and when had he stood from the park bench? When did the sprinkling of them sky become thin, pelting drops?
It stung: his hand, the rain, the biting cold, the realization that she was running out of options.
“I don’t need your help.”
“They’ll arrest you. Treason,” he said, and rubbed his thumb across Hero’s cheekbone. “Isn’t that the highest punishable crime?”
Was it? She wasn’t sure.
He was scaring her.
He was scaring her, and it was working so well that she felt herself sweating despite also quivering in the downpour.
His fingers wrapped under her chin while his other hand rested on her shoulder. “I can help.”
“You’re the reason I’m in this position!” Hero tried to rip away, but Villain stopped her with a heavy grip. “I don’t want your help. I don’t want your help.”
“You put yourself in this position by fighting something you had no right mind fighting. You were unprepared, Hero. Ill-advised.” His thumb strummed her cheek again, calming, manipulative. “I only helped you realize.”
The drop on her cheek was warm- a tear, not a raindrop. “You told me we’re not friends.”
“No. I pity you.” The hand on her shoulder fell and Villain wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her into a hug. Instinctively, she turned her head against his chest. His shirt was soaked and cold, but it was comfortable. She stayed, forgetting entirely who he was.
When had the heat left her ears? Was it when the rain started or when she laid her head on his chest? “We’re not friends,” she said, but as she stood in the pouring rain, cheek pressed against Villain’s wet shirt, she couldn’t imagine leaving. Let them have their entertainment, she almost said, but no. She wasn’t supposed to be here.
Almost seeming to read her thoughts, Villain asked, “Who else do you have, Hero? Stand with me in this rain; let it wash away the hero you tried to be, and start anew.”
Thunder crackled across the sky. Hero remained silent. Enemies…lovers…amusement…what did it matter? She was comfortable in the rain, comfortable in the cold. “Will you delete the footage if I agree?”
He hummed.
“Delete it,” she begged, though her head never left his chest. “I want to start over. I would do anything.”
“Will,” Villain corrected. “I have some ideas for you.”
For now, they would leave the open sky, full of lightning and threatened existences. They would leave, and Hero would cry, grieve over her attempted heroism, and look to Villain- of all people- for a shoulder to cry on.
And as all villains do, he would take advantage of her, warp her mind, make her believe that she was wrong to be a hero, that she was a source of entertainment, though we, dear audience, know she was an inspiration all along.
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livelaughwhump · 1 year
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Whumptober Fic #2
Concept: a whumpee who has only known whump their entire life is rescued and treated with kindness for the first time, but whumpee doesn't understand the concept of kindness that doesn't need to be earned.
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Whumpee shrank back into the farthest corner of their cage, whimpering and hiding their face from their new visitor.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," a gentle voice said. "You don't need to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you."
Whumpee glanced up, eyes gleaming with tears. "You're-You're not?" They choked out. Their voice was hoarse from lack of use. Their visitor smiled and shook their head. "Why-Why not? What do you want from-from me?"
"Nothing," their visitor promised. "I just want to help you. My name is Caretaker." Their visitor reached a gentle hand toward whumpee, who yelped and whined as they shrank into a pitiful ball once again. Caretaker retracted their hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but I promise, I'm only here to help. I'm going to get you home."
Whumpee glanced up again, this time their eyes held more than just tears. Their expression was pained and full of grief and despair. There was a sense of hopelessness in their eyes that made Caretaker's stomach drop.
"But I-I am home," Whumpee mumbled.
Caretaker shook their head. "I know Whumper probably told you that, but this isn't your home. I'm sure your family misses you. Don't you want to see them again?"
Whumpee's lower lip quivered as they gently shook their head. "No, you-you don't understand. Whumper-Whumper is my family. They're-They're my parent." Caretaker's eyes widened and their jaw dropped. Whumpee whimpered and hid their face once more, thinking they upset caretaker.
Caretaker promptly fixed their expression. "No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Please, let me help you."
Whumpee shook their head and cried. "No," they sobbed. "I can't leave, whumper will get angry and hurt me again. Just leave me alone. This is where I belong."
"No, you don't belong in a cage. If you come with me, I can promise you that you will never spend another second locked inside of a cage. Whumper will never hurt you again, I promise." Whumpee stared at their rescuer, the smallest hint of hope sparkling in their eyes for the first time. "Please, let me help you." Caretaker extended their hand to whumpee, who merely stared at it in contemplation before laying a shaking hand atop caretaker's and allowing them to pull whumpee out of their cage.
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Whumpee didn't speak the entire car ride back to caretaker's house, nor did they say a word once they entered. They didn't know what kind of punishments caretaker would give them if they did something wrong, so they simply opted to do nothing instead.
They still refused to speak until caretaker was in the middle of giving them a bath.
Whumpee stared wordlessly at the murky water they were halfway submerged in as caretaker mercilessly scrubbed at the dirt and blood caked on their skin and matted in their hair.
"Am I scrubbing too hard?" Caretaker asked for possibly the fifth time since they started. Whumpee didn't respond, too fixated on their newly clean skin to hear caretaker's question. "Whumpee?"
Whumpee blinked and turned to look over their shoulder at caretaker. "Hm?"
Caretaker's brows furrowed. "Are you okay? What's on your mind?" Whumpee shrugged and returned to staring silently at nothing. "Are you uncomfortable? Have I done something wrong?"
"No," Whumpee's soft voice answered. "That's-That's the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"You-You're being so nice to me, and-and I don't understand why. I haven't-I haven't done anything to deserve your kindness, so-so I'm just waiting for you to get angry and hit me or-or tell me what you want me to do for you so I can make up for-for being such a burden." Whumpee hunched their shoulders, shivering in their cold bathwater. "I know I'm not worth any of this. Just tell me want you want from me, please. I promise, I'll behave."
Caretaker stared at them in shock, their breath hitching as Whumpee's words set in. Whumpee turned to face them after caretaker didn't respond and their eyes widened when they saw caretaker's face.
Tears flooded whumpee's eyes and they wrapped their arms protectively around themself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I can be good, I promise. Please, don't hit me."
Caretaker shook their head. "No, no, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Look at me." Whumpee didn't dare disobey. They stared at caretaker through the distorted lens of their tears, sniffling all the while. "Whumpee, I don't expect anything from you. I'm doing this because you deserve to be clean and fed and warm. You deserve a room and a bed, not a basement and a cage." Whumpee's gaze wavered. "Comfort and warmth should not be a privilege, whumpee. You deserve good things."
Whumpee looked away and shook their head. "How can I deserve good things? I haven't done anything to earn them."
"You don't need to earn them," Caretaker assured. They released a heavy sigh. "I don't know what whumper taught you, but you are not a bad person."
"You don't know that," whumpee sobbed. "You don't know me. Whumper always said that if I'm not useful, I'm worthless."
"Well, whumper isn't here anymore." Whumpee was silent at that. "And I promise, I will never make you feel worthless."
Whumpee sniffled. "P-Promise?"
Caretaker nodded. "Yes, I promise. I will do everything that I can to help you understand that you deserve kindness, whumpee. I will never treat you like they did."
Whumpee's lower lip was trembling, and they refused to look at caretaker in fear of bursting into tears. "No one-No one's ever been this nice to me before."
Caretaker could feel their heart break as they took in those words.
"Thank-Thank you," whumpee said. "I promise, I'll try to be worthy of your kindness."
Caretaker gave a weak smile. "We'll work on that."
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inkygemuwu · 2 years
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Hero: “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Villain: “Why, are you seducible?”
— Prompt written by @amberss.
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“Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Why, are you seducible?” the villain smirked.
The hero’s face flashed, flustered, at the villain’s response. They didn’t expect them to answer in such a way. At least not like that.
This wasn’t the first time the villain tried to seduce them. They’d tried it before, several times, and yet it never ceased.
The little compliments and the eandearing nicknames were the start of it all. It was just flirting at the beginning, but then graduated to something bigger, this.
The villain advanced closer, and the hero instinctively took a few steps back, alarmed, heart hammering.
“Isn’t it obvious?” the villain mused, and raised a sensuous brow.
All of a sudden the hero’s mouth felt dry, unable to speak. They took another step back, just for the villain to mimick the gesture.
The both of them kept on, until the hero’s back hit the wall.
The villain stood in front of them, tall and beautiful and generally deadly. They rested both hands on either side of the hero’s head, blocking them any possible paths of escape.
The sight before the hero’s eyes was dazzling, like looking at the sun. Too big, too bright.
“You look lovely, blushing like that.” the villain purred, cupping the hero’s burning cheek oh so gently. “It makes me wonder, really, how exquisite you’d look like as a disheveled and hot mess on my bed.” their eyes became half-lidded, dark and rich with a glint of pure admiration.
The hero flinched at the caress of the villain’s smooth hand. Soft, yet hypnotising. A deeper shade of red crept upon their features.
The villain never failed to make the hero’s stomach pool with heat.
“You wouldn’t even get the chance.” the hero choked, breath hitching.
Their stomach lurked again with the same sting of hots when they heard the villain’s amused giggle. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure, dear.” the villain crooned, gaze voluptuous. “I don’t need to take you by force. I can make you give yourself to me.”
“Persuasive are we?”
“Perhaps.” the villain said, “Perhaps not. It’s your choice. You’re responsible for your own actions anyway.”
The hero glared at them, at their audacity. How could they say something like that while they were clearly messing with the hero’s mind?
“You’re the one who’s enticing me!”
“And you like it,” the villain replied, tilting their head attractively, “don’t you, darling?”
The hero snarled, but they did like it, and they hated themselves for that. They hated themselves for being so predictable and unable to even pretend they weren’t affected by the villain’s temptation skills.
The hero suddenly gasped at the villain’s hand snaking up their arm and to their hair, gingerly stroking it. “Touchy touchy.” they chuckled, charmingly so.
“S–stop. God damn it– stop!” the hero rasped.
“Now now, little hero, don’t be so rude. Aggression doesn’t suit you.”
The hero tried to snarl, to show as much ferocity they could master, but it only made the villain laugh.
They felt small, ridiculous, ashamed. As if they were nothing but a small toy to play with and discard when not needed anymore. It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair. The villain wasn’t fair.
The villain let out a yelp of pain at the harsh kick they received to their stomach.
The hero fled. They decided that they’d make sure to be prepared next time they meet the villain.
Not a prompt.
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arcadian-asgardian · 1 year
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Ineffable husbands titbits 4/?
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Her friend had just arrived, and they were getting ready to go inside the venue, when they were both startled by a chorus of honking car horns from the busy London street. They turned just in time to see a vintage Bentley screech up to the curb side, and sit there for a moment, purring deep and loud like a mechanical panther, until the engine growled to a halt.
The far door opened and a tall, wiry man with red hair, dark glasses and a very slinky black outfit stepped out. He slammed the door shut nonchalantly, and rounded the car with a swagger and a toss of his hair, seeming to be heading towards them. She exchanged an excited look with her friend. A tall, handsome stranger – and a well-off one, by the looks of it – perhaps looking for some female company for the evening? It looked like her luck was in.
But then he stepped away from the predicted path, towards the gutter, and opened the near door of his car. He offered a hand inside. She watched as it was taken by another, plumper, hand, and he gallantly stepped back, lifting another figure out of the seat. A round face and shining blonde curls were revealed as another man stepped out, smiling warmly at his helper. He was dressed smartly in much lighter clothes, with an old-fashioned style very different to his companion’s chic fit. He mouthed something that seemed to include a ‘thank you’, and in response, the ginger man bent low, bringing the other’s hand to his mouth and placing a long, romantic kiss on the back of his fingers. The blonde’s face lit up with delight, and a private twinkle flickered in each of their eyes for a moment. The ginger straightened and flicked his door closed, locking the car with a click of his fingers.
She watched them walk inside, arm in arm, and sighed. Of course. The good ones were always taken.
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Love Letters: Part 6
A/N: FINALLY (that’s all I’ll say)
Warnings: Betrayal, violence/physical violence/depictions of fighting/depictions of violence, loss of consciousness/being rendered unconscious, kidnapping
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | My masterlist
Hero’s eyes swept over the darkened alleyway. Supervillain should be here, so where were they? The growing pit inside of their stomach caved in on itself. Whenever their nerves did that, Hero knew nothing good was coming their way. They’d have to check their intuition and make sure it wasn’t just their anxiety taking hold of their clarity.
If Supervillain had the Ancient Sword, why wouldn’t they have used it by now? The artifacts had gone missing eleven days ago. Surely eleven days was plenty of time for them to do whatever it was they’d planned to wield the sword for. If the legends were true and it made whoever wielded it nearly invincible as well as inhumanly strong, then why hadn’t they used it by now?
Hero was certain Other Supervillain was their target. They also knew that Other Supervillain was many things, but they were human…or at least Hero assumed they were human. Either way, Hero knew they weren’t indestructible. Telekinetic, maybe, but invulnerable?
They could be killed.
Hero had seen Politician bleed after a close call due to an assassination attempt. So why hadn’t Supervillain killed them and taken their status yet? What were they waiting for?
Or…was it possible that Other Supervillain wasn’t their target?
“Hello, dear Hero,” Supervillain drawled as they rounded the corner and caught sight of them standing in the alley. “Punctual as always.”
“Have you come to give me information about the artifacts or not?” Hero snapped. If their irritation could manifest a body of its own, it would certainly be a snarling beast with its hackles raised.
Supervillain tsked them, wagging their finger patronizingly. “In due time, Hero.”
Hero fought the urge to roll their eyes. Their fraying patience didn’t extend to the firm press of their pursed lips. Superhero reminded them to keep their head over the communication device in their ear. Instinctually, Hero’s eyes surveyed the shadows, looking for henchmen or something hiding, waiting for Supervillain’s command. Their heartbeat slowed but remained steady.
Something was horribly wrong. And their body knew it with every fiber of their being.
“Then why did you want to meet with me?” Hero asked. “Just wanted to waste my time?”
Supervillain took an interest in the rubble piled and strewn throughout the narrow dead-end. They took a step closer. And then another slow, deliberate step. Hero swallowed, watching the predator cage in their prey.
“A little birdy told me you’ve just about solved the case of the missing artifacts,” Supervillain started pointedly. Hero said nothing. Supervillain studied them through narrowed eyes for a fraction of a second. Then, as if remembering themselves, their face eased and their features drew a curious expression. “So, have you?”
Hero cracked a wide smile that didn’t reach their eyes. Every nerve in their body told them they should be expecting something, but what?
At least Superhero had their back.
“That’s classified, as you well know, friend.” Hero took a step toward the main street—toward the master criminal blocking their path—and made ready to fight for their life. “Well, if this was only a social call, then I’m afraid I’ll have to be going now.”
Supervillain stepped in front of them. Hero met their hard stare with a glare.
“Oh, come on,” Supervillain bared their teeth in a dangerous grin. “What’s a little information shared amongst friends? I’m dying to know who took the artifacts.”
“Isn’t obvious?” Hero said, shrugging their shoulders. “Other Supervillain. Who else is strong enough to use the Ancient Sword?”
Before they could drink in the tightening of Supervillain’s jaw or their bristling pride, a different voice cut into their conversation.
“See,” Superhero’s voice echoed behind them, followed by a thud. “That’s not what you told me before.”
The hairs on the back of Hero’s neck stood on end. Whatever nerves hadn’t shriveled up and died in the anxious pit of their stomach coiled up, waiting to spring.
They’d anticipated betrayal at the hands of Supervillain. They’d anticipated much worse at the hands of Other Supervillain/Politician if they ever crossed paths again on the streets. They’d even expected betrayal from other heroes and vigilantes that had never come to pass in their time of occasionally working with them.
But Superhero?
Never in a million years would they have expected the higher-ranking hero to cross them, let alone join ranks with Supervillain.
Their mentor’s words from two nights ago rang in their memory. It wouldn’t be the first time a hero fell for a villain.
Hero turned their head just enough to see Superhero out of the corner of their eye, but made sure they could still see the master criminal standing too closely beside them.
“I guess we won’t be needing these then,” Hero said carefully as their hand reached for their earpiece and removed it from their ear canal. “I can’t stand the echo.”
Before either villain could react, Hero threw the comms unit down and smashed it underfoot. With any luck, the lost signal would alert the Agency and someone—anyone—would come to their rescue.
“I really wished you hadn’t done that, Hero,” someone said, but Hero didn’t register who, already anticipating their next several moves.
Hindsight, it’s said, is twenty-twenty, but it had its limitations too. While Hero could accurately predict a given chain of events thanks to their gift of sight, it didn’t do them any good against two adversaries. It wasn’t a combative power; it wasn’t a defensive power, not really—but it was better than nothing they supposed. It bought them precious seconds on more than one occasion, and they couldn’t be more grateful for their power than in moments such as this.
Hero blocked Supervillain’s jabbing elbow and delivered a blow to their throat, whirling away from the criminal. They left them, doubled over on their knees with bulging, watery eyes and clutching at their throat.
Superhero was quick to launch themselves at Hero, but Hero was already throwing themselves to the side, forcing themselves to scale the wall, zigzagging with each powerful leap of faith between the two buildings that made up the walls of the alley until they reached the side of a fire escape.
Huffing, Hero hauled themselves over the side and landed on the escape’s stairwell. Glancing below them, they called, “What’s the matter? Can’t keep up?”
Superhero stared up at them. “I wouldn’t celebrate too soon, Hero.”
Hero’s eyebrows furrowed as their old mentor’s words settled in their mind. The fire escape groaned. Hero gasped, whirling to face this new threat, but before they could a do single thing, their mind went blank.
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Part 7
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