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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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Villain and hero and ex lovers, hero’s confused when villain lets them go and doesn’t kill them as hero thought they would, in a battle. As villain is……still in love with them….but literally no one can find that out

Old flames.

“Drop. The. Knife. Hero.” each word spelled out slowly, threatening as they squirmed under Villains gaze “this is the last time I ask it.”

They knew it was to end that way, they’d envisioned it many times, the sight of Villain, the sight of their hands grabbing a gun, a knife, a sword for they had always been quite theatrical, and Hero, themselves, all the wrong side of such.

And it hurt, somehow.

It was clear as water when they pictured it, Villain was a fair opponent, shame didn’t really made an appearance, though betrayal and heartache did sometimes, when thinking about their inevitable defeat, their opponent was respected by everyone, though feared would have been a more fitting of a term, Hero saw their skill at combat and their gift for strategy not as terrifying but as praise-worthy, impressive more than any other thing.

Hero had also pictured the other plausible scenario for the finish line, where they held the gun, the winning fist in battle, when they could give the final order to take the menace causing wreckage in the city and imprison them for eternity, executing them on the spot if they were feeling merciful.

A funny thought indeed, a nice what if to think about if Hero was less selfish, less moved by their feelings and their own interests. Villain was, to their shame and disgrace, an interest of them. Hero would never decide what they knew what Villain wouldn’t doubt a second to do.

And it ached, still, that old flames were enough to stop them from harming Villain, but not to stop their opponent.

Their arm felt about to break.

Hero dropped the knife and the pressure eased.

“There, wasn’t that hard huh,” Villain said, mock in their tone. “there’s no need for that now, your whole team’s down, a pocket knife won’t do you any favours.”

“Then finish it already!.” Hero spat.

“Oh? oh no, of course not,” the other answered “I still have use for you Hero, I trust you’ll cooperate knowing I have your team already being delivered to my quarters.”

Hero swallowed, and, after a moment, they nodded.

Black car, no licence plates.

Such a cliche.

Hero was shoved on the back seat, dumped on the floor, the door thrown shut and locked before they could get themselves upright. Villain entered without hurry, gracefully next to them.

And the engine started.

Both travelled in silence for the first half hour, Hero, in thought, kept their gaze down to the floor, there were breadcrumbs over the car mat.

When the scenery changed, the little they could see through the black-tinted windows, from the bright, crowded city, to more and more greenery, their heart started to hammer.

Villain watched through the eyelashes.

“I have something for you in the boot, when we reach the border you are to take it and leave,” said Villain, interrupting Hero’s thoughts”it has your important documents, some money, a change of clothes and a key to an apartment, the address is written in there.”

The car stopped by the side of the highway.

“Look at me, Hero,” Villain demanded, and, after a minute, Hero did “I don’t want to see you in my city again, next time we cross paths, I won’t be so gracious.”

“You think I won’t come back for my people?”

“I hope you’ll be smart enough not to, for the first to pay your boldness if you do, will be your Sidekick 1, then Sidekick 2, then Teammate and so on until you make the right choice.”

Hero left the car to a freezing nocturnal wind, defeated, ashamed, they opened the boot, grabbing a black duffel bag and hanging it on their shoulder.

Villain walked out as well, leaves crunching under their boots, and when Hero looked up from the car, they stood right before them. “Well, you won, congratulations.”

“You fought poorly, hesitated every move, and at the first scratch you made on me, you froze. You are a danger to yourself and your team when fighting against me, and if you can’t separate your feelings from your job then, perhaps, you’d do better in any other place.”

Something pressed, warm and familiar, against Hero's forehead.

A kiss.

“I wish for you to thrive somewhere else Hero,” Villain stated finally, taking a step away “and I’m sorry things couldn’t be different.”

Hero noded mindlessly.

“Me too.”

“Safe travels, I love you.”

Villain entered the car and closed the door.

“I love you too,” Hero whispered as the car took off.

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Once again I disappeared for a week, sorry, I went up the mountain as a field practice for a class at my university, to a nature reserve five hours from my city and I just returned last night (and I'm very, very tired, it rained on us half the way, a route with the biggest stones one can ever encounter, it was almost midnight and I already felt like I was going to faint, I loved every second) It has been difficult for me to balance the workload of the last weeks of the semester and my love for writing, but I am trying the best I can, the requests are almost finished but I am going to distribute the uploads, one per day I think I hope you like it :) thank you for the request. bye.

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justwannabecat · 8 months

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The one where having a secret lab in the basement is not as much of a red flag as it should be.

Because somehow, EVERY. SINGLE. ADULT. IN ALL OF AMITY. Have “secret” basements.

Sure, MOST of them have refitted them to act as emergency bunkers in case there’s another large-scale ghost attack, with rations and shields and blankets and all that, BUT. Even BEFORE the portal opened up, they were there.

Some of them were laboratories dedicated to one of many sciences. Some of them were just storage for the more concerning family heirlooms. At least one person kept the taxidermied bodies of each and every pet they had over their lifetime. Really, it was more odd for someone to not have some weird secret in their basement.

So when Danny ran from Amity and learned just how many people didn’t have strange, niche basements for their hobbies, he was a little put off. When he was eventually asked to stay with the Wayne family in Gotham, well, maybe he could have phrased it better.

How was he supposed to know that asking if they had a “super-secret basement either for your job, your personal life, or disaster prevention” would lead to them thinking he knew about their nightlife?

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #we always talk about how he would avoid creepy basements #but like? imagine if everyone had one???#and instead of thinking that it’s weird #Danny thinks having said basement is normal #and so when heroes go around in their civilian ID trying to get a read on this meta runaway #hero: do you need someone to stay? just for one night?#danny: I dunno… do you have a super secret high-tech basement?#hero: …no?#hero: (does he know?)#danny: you don’t? how am I supposed to trust you then smh

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knifebaby3000 · 11 months

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“cemetery drive”, 27 may 2023

#digital art #artists on tumblr #dimitri fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #my art #[ points ] that's my husband #this is a runaway warmup... didn't think i was going to take it all the way. and. then #sorry to everyone who followed for fanart i do not do it often but pls rest assured i am rotating this man in my mind constantly #i have like 4yrs of dima scribbles in my sketchbook and he's crying in 99.999999% of them btw #pls know me by my [ checks notes ] crybaby long-hair wasian dimitri #pls also know that i hate his heroes armor so much bc it BARELY makes sense but it looks so good.............

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kyoshi-lesbians · 3 months

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aang when he says "the monks taught us" katara when she says "my grandmother used to tell me" sokka when he says "my dad" zuko when he says "my uncle" toph when. the badgermoles.

#like they all have heros & lineages that they are aiming to follow in tbe footsteps of #including when those footsteps are bucking against the lineage (iroh / zuko)#the tradgedy is that their world has been so devastated that these kids cant 'go back'#they are the masters of a new turning point #aang & katara carrying this burden the most #and then there's toph. who bucks against her family to assert her agency and establishes #a name(s) (blind bandit. the runaway) for herself . as disconcerted from her prominent lineage as she can be #in this way. her starting a metal bending school - creating a lineage of students - fits so well #i feel like if you asked older toph about where she came from #she'd tell you. a cave in a mountain with her teachers the badger moles. ykwim?#r.post

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sunnynwanda · 10 days

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Something Blue

Warnings: I assume none, but if you notice something, let me know! Light angst romance, basically. Heavily based on/ inspired by VOILÀ - Something blue.

The wind is harsh against Villain’s face, prickling his skin with each cold blow. The crisp air bites into his lungs, filling them alongside the deep-settled tightness. When Villain reaches the central square, the sun is high in the sky, but the air lacks the warmth expected from a spring day. She hates it when the noons are this chilly.

The square is already full to the brim, a good half of the city there to witness Hero’s wedding. She’s always been a crowd favourite, and the groom being the mayor’s son only brought more publicity to the event. And Villain… Villain would never be good enough. He hisses at the annoying voice in the back of his head to quiet. The same voice that prompted him to leave before she could, to let her go before he got hurt. He takes in the grandeur of the cathedral, its enormous oak doors decorated with flower arrangements. It looks magnificent. She hates big weddings and magnolias.

It doesn’t take much time to round the square and sneak into the cathedral through a back door. The reality of it all seems to hit Villain much harder once he steps inside. Coming here today was a bad idea. Villain’s fingers curl into fists, his breathing coming out in frantic huffs as he climbs the stairs. A part of him considers turning around right this instant, but he doesn’t allow himself to. Not today. He won’t be a coward again.

He walks past several ajar doors before coming to a halt in front of the only closed one. With a deep breath, Villain pushes it open. Hero is standing in front of a full-length mirror, and she looks stunning. His breath hitches in his throat, every single thought leaving his mind the second his eyes lock onto her form. She doesn’t seem to notice him yet, so he shuts the door behind his back, careful not to make any noise as he steps closer. She keeps fidgeting with the hair framing her face in soft brown waves. She hates having her hair up.

Villain stops behind her, his mind racing. He rakes a hand through his hair, brushing the dark strands back from his forehead, and before his brain can comprehend what he’s doing, his arm wraps around her middle, pulling her back against his chest.

“You look beautiful,” his voice murmurs against her ear. Hero shudders, her eyes flying up to meet his gaze through the mirror. Her lips press into a thin line. Don’t do this to me. Villain’s arm tightens around her. “Absolutely ravishing.”

“Don’t lie,” Hero leans back into him, allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. “White was never my colour. Good thing I don’t own this dress.” She shrugs, her tone a tad too impassive for his liking.

Villain lets out a light chuckle, yet his sharp eyes remain pained. He wouldn’t give a damn what she wore if only it was him with her. “It’s something borrowed then?”

“What?” Hero tilts her head to look at him, still wrapped in his arms. Her eyebrow raises quizzically, when he doesn’t loosen his hold. She hates the way his body fits against hers so well.

“You know how that thing goes? Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.” Villain lists, not registering when his thumb starts rubbing soothing circles into her forearm.

She laughs, but it doesn’t reach her hazy brown eyes. Villain’s chest tightens as he watches her expression. He loved how her eyes would shine, and her nose would scrunch when she laughed with her full heart. How she laughed with him.

“I'm the old, and he's the new,” he explains, pausing to swallow the lump of emotions in his throat. “And since he gave you the borrowed dress, I figured it should be me that gives you something blue.”

Hero’s heart slams against her ribcage with a savage force. She wants to push him away, to yell at him, to demand for him to leave and never show his face again after how he abandoned her for idiotic reasons. Instead, her teeth sink into the inside of her cheek. “Oh?”

“Remember the time when I bought you a locket in the flea market?” Villain recalls, watching her breathing pattern go from frenzied to still. Hero goes rigid in his arms, her irises blown wide, not daring to take a breath in for fear of losing it entirely. “Where did it go?”

“I- I must have lost it,” her voice is small, words tumbling off her lips almost unconsciously.

“Feels symbolic, don’t you think?” Villain’s hands leave her body as he pulls the locket with a blue stone embedded in its ornaments out of his pocket. He moves her hair to the side and fastens the clasp, his fingers brushing against the side of her neck in a tender touch. He gulps, his darkened eyes locking onto the reflection of her watering ones. “Like losing your love and having to watch it.”

He can’t stop himself as his head dips into the crook of her neck, eyebrows furrowing when his lips leave a lingering kiss against her bare shoulder, sending a chill of goosebumps along her spine.

Hero lets out a shaky exhale, averting her eyes from the mirror. She hates that he is here. She hates that he’s wearing a black suit with a white shirt. She hates that he looks dashing, too. She hates how perfect they look together. She hates how he could… “It’s cold for a wedding, isn’t it?”

Villain withdraws despite his reluctance, his fingers twitching to take hold of her again until he wraps his arm around her waist. “Are your feet getting cold?” He attempts to sound lighthearted, but the quiver of his voice gives it all away.

Hero shakes her head, her dejected expression wrenching Villain’s heart in a way he didn’t think possible before. “They were never warm in the first place.”

He doesn’t know how to take that. He doesn’t know how to take any of this anymore. It feels like the sky is shattering over his head, burying him alive.

“There's something I must confess,” Hero whispers as if saying it louder would mar the sanctity of the cathedral walls. She disentangles from Villain’s arms, stepping towards the door as Canon in D begins playing. “I wish it was you instead.”

She offers him one last glance before stepping out the door, a trembling hand clasped over her mouth to keep the sobs raking through her body from escaping.

Her words echo in Villain’s mind like a tocsin as he rushes through the doors, only to catch a glimpse of her as she begins walking down the aisle. He walks in, remaining at the doors as she reaches the altar. He knows he should wait on the priest to give him the time to speak, but his stomach is in knots, adrenaline rushing through his blood like a fire ready to burn the damn church down.

Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today…

“To watch a big mistake,” Villain’s voice booms through the nave of the cathedral, reflecting off of the vault and spilling down onto the guests’ heads, which snap to stare at him as he steps forward.

“I'm not gonna hold my peace,” Villain meets Hero’s tormented gaze, her throat closing in as she sees his face contorted in a mixture of pain and desperation. “I’m not gonna…” He pauses, his breath hitching when the flames reach his chest, burning a hole through his lungs. “What I mean to say is, my feelings haven't changed.”

Hero’s blood runs cold. She’s frozen in place, watching him approach her with an unreadable expression while her groom growls something in her ear with a displeased expression. For better or for worse, Villain can’t hear what he’s saying to her.

He knows coming here today was a bad idea. Watching Hero today was supposed to desecrate whatever was left of his heart, to wreck the shrine of her in his chest, to utterly and wholly rip him apart.

But...

But then she takes his hand, meeting his pleading gaze as tears brim her eyes. Villain brings her hand up, pressing it to his lips before pulling her towards him as they sprint down the aisle. He leads her out through the same back door he came through and along narrow sidestreets away from the crowded square. By the time her groom stops throwing a fit, Hero is in Villain’s car as he drives them out of the city, his hand still clutching hers tightly. He brings it up to his lips again, turning to look at Hero, cast in the afternoon sun. She looks otherworldly with her hair down, playing in the wind.

“White is absolutely your colour,” he mutters softly, his eyes darting down to his shirt on her, her dress left somewhere along the road.

Hero snorts, shaking her head as she shifts closer, leaning her head on his shoulder, her hand in his tight hold. He still can’t wrap his head around the events of the day, but he can lace his fingers through hers. He can kiss the tip of her nose and make her scrunch it as she giggles. He can kiss her smiling lips over and over again. He can pull her into his chest and hold her close to his heart.

Villain will be damned if he lets go again.

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tanglepelt · 10 months

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Dc x dp idea 81

Danny is on the run.

From both his parents/GIW and supporters of the previous king. They do not want a child as the new king.

So Danny is on the run.

Going from town to town. In each and every town he ends up befriending homeless kids, those in bad homes and everything in between. He uses his resources as king of the realm to help as much as he can.

He can’t every stay for long. It’s only a matter of time until one of the group finds him. Especially since he has to open a portal to get the items to help the others.

It’s in Gotham when his parents end up tracking him down. Specifically while in red hood’s territory.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #red hood #he doesn’t want to help as a hero #he lived that life #but he now had the resources to help in a different way #whether setting them up in a hotel for a while #potential sticking fright knight on those who hurt kids #you know #just the normal thing a totally normal teen would do #no sir. he’s just a poor runaway #just don’t look to closely #people notice #red hood won’t be happy that so called parents are trying to hurt the kid #especially when they scream about tearing him apart molecule by molecule #or the threats of experimentation #to see what makes him tick #there is a bounty on his head #funded by the ghost zone. those who aren’t pleased #it’s more of a mental reason why he doesn’t hide in the realm #not safe there either #so he stays where the stars are #ghost king danny

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vivitalks · 3 months

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more adhd jason grace or die by my sword

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #pjo #riordanverse #is he a strong leader. yes. is he the most forgetful man you ever met. also yes #could he kill you with a lightning strike. yes. does he often get lost in his activity du jour and forget to sleep. ALSO YES #stuff #also side note - more dyslexic jason specifically struggling at chb #where everything is labeled in ancient greek for the greek demigods' ease of comprehension #this is a fic waiting to happen but like #jason being completely lost with every sign around camp because his latin wired brain can't read that shit #he doesnt say anything because he's like 'im the guest here i should just learn ancient greek'#easier said than done his brain Rebels against learning it he tries but none of it seems to stick #until someone notices how jason will just blank-stare the sign posted on the armory door that says 'closed for cleaning'#and it's written in english too but that doesn't help jason he's almost as bad at reading in english as he is in ancient greek #so he DEFINITELY cant read the smaller print that says 'do not enter under threat of being eaten by cleaning harpies'#and our man just walks right in and almost gets eaten lmao #and then nico or someone is like. hmm. has anyone considered that this roman dyslexic demigod just cant fucking read ancient greek lmao #cue a campwide project to add latin to all the signs #these tags are a runaway train i just want more adhd dyslexic jason grace that's all

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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How would yandere Deku react to the reader running away from her own wedding? Like the vows are being said and stuff and reader manages to slip away from him and hitches her dress and starts to make a run for it? Would he find her and if so, what would he do to her?

“I can’t do this!”

You run off just barely able to pull away from his hold on you. You look away as the surrounding guests begin to gasp and guffaw. Camera shutters. Reporters exclaiming. Your parents are audibly fuming.

But you can’t.

You just can’t.

Tripping staff with your dress as you run out the venue, you holler a sorry before booking it down the street. You get pretty far abandoning your shoes half way as you turn into a park that was closed off for the day. You’re huffing sweaty and uncomfortable. You plop on the park bench facing the lake that shimmers of those sunset colors and you envy the baby ducklings frolicking behind their mother. You curse them as you watch how the water never makes them wet, they never get drenched like you are in the accumulation of sweat. You curse at the squirrels that chase each other aimelessy and you curse at the robins in their nest. You curse at the flowers planted. You curse at the sun. You curse at the trees of the park. You curse at the mother cat and her kittens.

But you cry. You sob and smudge at your makeup as you look down at yourself. You cry as you tear at the fake beads and plastic feathers of your dress. You cry as you pull at the fleece and lace. You crack the wooden support of your dress and you reach behind you to loosen the corset.

You stop crying when you look at your ring. Rubbing the diamond as you made your mind up. Ripping it off your finger you looked to throw it in the park bins but the lake’s waving waters called to you. You reached back with full intentions to throw it into the lake only for a strong hand to stop you.

You didn’t look up as the hand took the ring and the person moved closer behind you. You didn’t bother to look when a concerned hand brushed at your cheek and tried to turn your head.

“Darling what’s wrong? I know you wouldn’t ruin your special day for no reason…so tell me baby, what's wrong.”

Your hands clenched as you kept your eyes trained to the ground; resisting the urge to stab at the face that nuzzled into yours. You spoke barely above a whisper but you knew he’d hear you.

“--you’re not dead.”

“What was that?”

You grit your teeth, snatching his collar as you tightened his tie.

“I said: YOU’RE NOT DEAD!!” You didn’t stop throwing your weight on top as you continued to pull. “THAT’S MY PROBLEM!!! YOU!!”

In a flash of green lightning, you were pinned in the muscular arms of the No.1 Hero: Deku. That held you steady even as you struggled and all you could do was curse at everyone in your life. Your parents. ‘Your friends.’ Your teachers. Your employers. Your coworkers.

And perhaps you went insane.

Insane to think all of Japan was against you.

And angry enough to no longer pull punches. Angry enough to use your burden. Angry enough to rub your head into the chest of that powerful hero and hug back.

“So what I’m hearing is that someone hurt you dear…Who was it?”

“Everyone.”

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arctimon · 2 years

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What is with Asian Americans and crossing their arms?

(I was about to type out Koreans and then I realized Nico isn’t Korean. Whoops.)

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #go go tomago #nico minoru #the runaways #cousins?#best friends?#psychopaths?#who knows?

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artificial-radiance · 1 month

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how would the warden work?

The Warden would be a Ch. 2 that appears under different conditions from the other monsters -- I'm picturing him as someone that could show whether you're armed or not, similar to the Nightmare.

If I go with having the Warden, and thus having more creative freedom, in Ch. 1 you would get a different "constant" voice joining you depending on if you're armed or unarmed, based on how the Princess acts different depending on if you enter the basement with or without the blade.

Actually, with this -- I think I'll be renaming VoT Runaway to Voice of the Stray, and she'd be the voice during the unarmed route. Currently the other voice is called Voice of the Torn, but I might be changing it after some looking around. I'll still tag her as Torn for now though, and I'll be changing Runaway's tag to Stray.

#ask #anon asker #stp hero #stp au #slay the princess au #slay the princess #clove's au: path through the woods #path through the woods au #stp:pttw warden #stp:pttw runaway #stp:pttw stray

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winters-dream · 1 year

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cw/tw: death, suicide

Hero slammed the hotel door shut and let out a long sigh of relief, their head leaned against the dingy oak. It was no easy feat paying for this room in cash, but with enough insistence, the hotel clerk accepted Villain’s money. They and the hero wasted no time getting to their room, Hero letting Villain take the lead considering that running from the law was their strength.

Hero locked the door and turned to face the rest of the room, heaving another sigh. They looked at Villain who paced furiously back and forth in the small room. They’d occasionally meet Hero’s eyes before shaking their head and looking back down at the ground.

They mumbled something under their breath, too low for Hero to hear. They were obviously upset by the situation at hand, Hero wanted to provide some form of comfort for the villain; they knew better than anyone else this situation was far from ideal. On the run from the law with someone who’s supposed to be your enemy: it’d make anyone go stir crazy.

They opened their mouth to speak but Villain beat them to the punch, voice filled with venom as they did.

“This is all your fault, by the way,” said Villain. “If you hadn’t blabbed your mouth to the others about my identity, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“You mean we wouldn’t be in this mess.” said Hero, earning a scoff from Villain.

“Oh, be real,” they paused in their pacing as they spoke. “You and I both know that no matter the outcome, you’ll still come out of this as the good guy. I’m the only one that’s fucked in this.”

“That’s not true,” Hero made a move to grab onto Villain’s arm, but they were quick to jerk away, warding off Hero’s touch. “Villain I’m only looking out for you, I’m trying to guide back onto the right path in life—”

“I never asked for you to look out for me,” interrupted Villain. They had stopped pacing completely and faced Hero with a pained expression.

“I never wanted you to ‘guide’ me anywhere,” they continued. “I’m fucked up. This is who I am, who I’ve always been. Okay? There has never been a ‘right path’ for me. I was born this way. There is no such thing as redemption for someone like me. I don’t need you trying to change that.”

Hero stood silent as Villain spoke, stunned by the raw pain in their voice. They opened their mouth to say something, but Villain had more to say, cutting Hero off with a look.

“And I know,” said the villain, their voice dipped in poison. “You’re not really helping me. Not for my sake. For yours, to make yourself look good. To get some ‘Hero of the Year’ award.”

“That’s not true,” said the hero. “That’s not why I’m doing this to you. I’m doing this for you. This may be hard to believe, but I do care about you and I want to see you live a good life.”

A scoff pushed past Villain’s lips as they ran a frustrated hand through their hair. “Well you’ve got one thing right: I find that extremely hard to believe.”

They took a few steps towards Hero, using a great deal of willpower just to control their breathing. “You do this all the time. You keep saying you care, claim you just want what’s best for me. Yet you alway pull the same shit. This is the third time this month I had to hide from the agency. This time they know my real name.”

“Villain, we just want to help you,” tried Hero. “We all want to help.”

Villain shook their head, the pain in their chest heavy. “Stop lying to me. I know it’s a trick,” they whispered. “They want me dead, they want me to rot in a cell. They’re not gonna be happy until I’ve endured the same pain I’ve caused everyone else. I’m not stupid.”

Hero violently shook their head, reaching out to hold Villain. They succeeded, their hands cupping both sides of their face in an attempt to calm the criminal before them. They brushed their fingers through Villain’s messy locks, one of the few pieces of physical contact the villain ever seemed to like.

“Of course, you’re not stupid, no one said you were,” they said. “We have a plan, it’s mainly for the public’s view. You’ll get arrested and then in a few years, I’ll let you out. You can come out of this a new person. Changed. Someone who does good instead of evil. You can—”

“Hero, stop,” Villain yelled. They pulled away from the Hero, like their touch burned them. “I know. I know. This isn’t for me. It’s for you. You just want the public to like you better, it’s always been about you.”

Hero sighed, giving up on trying to convince them. “Listen, we’re running out of time. We’ll talk about this in the car.”

Car?

Villain paused, giving Hero an incredulous look. “What car?”

“The car to the agency,” said Hero. “I sent them our location, they’ll be here any minute now.”

Villain stilled, staring at Hero in horror. The betrayal that they displayed on their face was muted compared to the pain they felt in their heart. Their mouth hung open in shock as they desperately tried to find the joke in Hero’s words.

Hero reached out for Villain’s hand, Villain made no move to stop them. Their whole body felt numb, buzzing with adrenaline that begged them to flee.

“Villain, this is a good thing,” tried the Hero. They offered a small smile that Villain didn’t return. “We can go back together, and you can turn over a new leaf.”

Villain shook their head. “No,” they whispered. “I don’t think so. Only you will be returning to the agency.”

Before Hero could question what they said, Villain had already moved. Faster than the eye could see, Villain had Hero pinned to the wall with a knife shoved through their hands to keep them in place. It all happened so fast, too fast for Hero to properly react as the pain quickly caught up, eliciting a whimper to fly from their mouth. They watched as Villain backed away, filling their belt with all of the weapons they’d brought with them.

“Villain,” they called. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” they said plainly. “When the others come for us, they’ll only find you. Don’t come looking for me, I never want to see your face again.”

They look at the Hero, the sad gaze in their eyes saying more than their words ever could. Tears had begun to well in the villain’s eyes as they thought about the past they had with the Hero.

How they had started out as enemies, fighting each other with the intent to kill. How that hate had slowly dissolved as they had started to learn things about the other. Mundane things that humanized them, made them more than just a hero and a villain. How they had slowly fallen in love over time. How alive and safe Villain had felt when they were held close in Hero’s arms. How Hero tried to pull them away from villainy before.

How their whole relationship felt like a lie now.

“Maybe you’re too blind to see it,” said the villain, their voice wavering with every word. “But you have changed me. In so many ways. You have made me feel things I never thought I’d ever be capable of feeling. Actually made me hate myself a little less. Did you know that last week was the first time in years I looked in the mirror and actually liked the person staring back?”

“You did that,” they continued. “It might have not been the change you wanted, but—”

They stopped. They had to stop before they began to sob. They spared Hero one last longing glance before disappearing through the hotel door, leaving Hero to cry in a mixture of physical and emotional pain.

Villain wandered aimlessly through the town, somehow finding themselves in the forest. They didn’t know where their feet were taking them, they had no clear destination in mind. They just walk. And walked and walked and walked until their legs gave out and they knelt in a grassy patch on the forest ground.

That’s when they let it out.

They sobbed, high and loud, letting all of their pain and frustration be known in that one somber note. They took a knife and stabbed it into the ground. Then again. Over and over, disrupting the soil and destroying any plants that stood in that small area in front of them. They didn’t stop, not until the knife accidentally came down and planted itself in the villain’s thigh.

They were never going to recover from this. Hero was the last anchor Villain had to cling onto, and they had pried their fingers off without a second thought. Villain’s life was basically over now that Hero had exposed their identity. They’d never know peace again. So they did the only thing that made sense to them and pulled the knife out of their thigh and drove it straight into their heart.

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