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arealphrooblem · 1 year
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Deathtouched Part 2
I had no idea people would like this so much! Thank you guys! Here is part two early because I got inspired!
Warning: this contains serious kissing/making out.
Synopsis: Hero, a person who's power nullifies other powers, is the only person who can touch Villain, a person who kills whatever he touches. When Villain shows up at the Agency hell bent on revenge on Supervillain, Hero is the only one who can stop him.
Part one here:
They kept Villain in one of the interrogation rooms, hands taped into his gloves and shackled behind the chair. A black hood covered his head. Agency took no chances.
Hero sat in the chair across the table from him and waited for him to wake up.
It did not take long. In fact, it did not take as long as the amount of sedative should have given him. The Villain came to with a violent jerk, the chair scraping over the floor.
“It’s okay,” Hero said. “You’re safe. You’re in the Agency’s custody.”
He stilled at the sound of their voice.
“Safe?” he asked, sardonic.
“For now. So long as you answer our questions. And you don’t kill anyone else.”
He pulled at his bonds, cocked his head to the side. “You’ve made that second one exceedingly difficult. But it wouldn’t have worked on you regardless. . . .would it?”
Underneath the cold exterior was a thread of . . . yearning. It had been a calculated risk, kissing him. But if someone had the power to kill everything they touched . . .when could they have ever had anything resembling affection?
“I am a Nullifier,” they explained. “No one’s powers work when I touch them. And what about you? How does your power work?”
“What do I get for answering your questions?”
Hero cleared their throat. “Um . . .you’re not really in a position to negotiate.”
Honestly — neither were they. Hero was not trained for interrogation, but today was a day for firsts.
“Then kill me. I have one purpose left in me, and if I cannot fulfill it, then I have no need of this world. I owe your Agency nothing.”
Hero nibbled on their lower lip as they weighed their options. They didn’t want to see Villain killed. He didn’t attack out of the need for chaos or senseless violence. He had tried valiantly to let Hero, a perceived innocent and weaker party, escape. And the Agency needed to know what kind of heinous actions would fuel a man like this to such single minded revenge.
Taking another calculated risk, Hero stood up and walked around the table to Villain. His head cocked to the side, following the sound of their footsteps. Hero reached out and pulled the black sack off, revealing a mess of dark hair and that fathomless stare of his.
“If you answer my questions . . .I’ll touch you.”
His face spasmed from yearning to guarded in an instant. “ . . . How so?”
This was the gamble. Slowly, so as not to startle him, Hero climbed into his lap, settling hesitantly sideways with their legs dangling over his thighs. One arm looped over his shoulder and gripped the back of the chair for balance.
The other cupped the side of his face. Their thumb brushed back and forth over his cheekbone and his eyes fluttered closed.
“Like this.”
They skated the back of their knuckles down his cheek and then traced their thumb down the sharp line of his jaw. The Villain’s breath stuttered out in a shaky gasp. Hero could feel his chest heave with each breath, like a frightened horse.
“What — what do you want to know?”
Through light caresses and gentle scrapes of fingernails over scalp, a dark, tragic story unfolded. The Agency knew Supervillain had experimented on powered individuals, but they didn’t think any of them had been successful. According to Villain, however, one experiment proved very successful. After multiple agonizing gene therapies, Supervillain had created the ultimate weapon of a human being.
And then he had disappeared, leaving the weapon behind to face a world he no longer belonged in alone.
Of course, Villain didn’t know for years it was because the Agency had finally caught Supervillain and locked him away. Only recently did he learn, through the shattered network Supervillain left behind, what really happened.
It made Hero’s heart ache to hear how young Villain was when the experiments first started. How lost and afraid he had been for so long before it all hardened into cold, calculating rage. How worthless he viewed his own life when compared to his purpose.
It made their touches grow more and more . . .affectionate. They played with his hair, they traced the shape of his ear, his jaw, felt his throat swallow roughly under the pads of their fingers. They smoothed the frown lines of his brow, brushed over the faint traces of freckles on the bridge of his nose, and once, allowed their lips to brush over the thudding pulse of his neck.
That had caused him to choke mid-sentence and Hero had to pull reluctantly away to allow him to continue.
They were the touches of a lover and it felt addictively dangerous, like running your fingers over the flame of a candle. It didn’t help matters how Villain reacted so deeply to every touch — every hitched breath, every flutter of his eyes, every hard swallow only drew Hero more to him. For the first time, they felt like they had power, rather than the void of power.
Finally, Hero had only one question left. They asked it with surprising reluctance.
“What plan did Supervillain have for you when he made you?”
“I’ll tell you,” he said, swallowing, “ . . .if you kiss me. Again.”
Just like last time, Hero did not hesitate. Though this kiss was much sweeter, slower. They cupped his face in both hands, fingertips buried in thick dark hair. Unlike last time, he kissed Hero back with a soft inexperience that made Hero’s pulse thud loud in their ears. They licked into his mouth in short, teasing passes of their tongue until they felt a groan vibrate from his chest to theirs, until the hesitancy of inexperience quickly melted into bold slides of tongue, until —
Until the power shuts down, plunging the windowless room into pitch darkness.
Until gloved hands came from around the chair, cuffs dangling from one wrist, to wrap around Hero in an iron grip.
Part 3 Here
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pendarling · 10 months
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An Answer To A Problem
They flinched when they touched them. Villain had always looked so stoic and unnerved, but this time, they flinched. 
"Scared of me?" Hero cooed and pressed a hand to their chest, weapon raised to their neck. 
"...Not even for a second." Their eyes subtly dashed between the placement of their hand against their still heaving chest and back down the alley. 
Hero raised a brow at them confidently. Villain was good at lying, but not enough to fool them this time. They pressed them further into the wall, where Villain's constant cocky smile showed up to dismiss any ideas of fear. 
"I had taken you for a tougher criminal than this."
Villain smirked. "Well, let's not assume too much." Their smile wavered briefly as Hero's hand crawled closer to their neck. Villain bit their lip as a sudden burst of thrill came over them, their hands still innocently raised to their head without weapons. 
"And what happened to that playful attitude of yours earlier? What did you say you would do to me, hm?"
Villain shut their eyes regretfully, a wave of heat appearing along their cheeks and down their neck. There was nothing sweeter in this world than getting the opportunity to have Hero's full attention. Their gloved hand clasped onto their chin, smoothing it down as soft eyes gazed at them. 
Hero tilted their head, "You said you were going to pin me up on a wall and what?"
"Alright, alright, you got me..." They took a deep breath as soon as Hero placed the cold edge of the knife on their cheek, forcing their head to turn in their direction. 
Hero tucked one of Villain's loose strands of hair behind their ear, noting their relaxing shoulders. They ran a hand to their cheek, calmly stroking it as they shuddered under their touch. "Well, you've got a nice reaction to me." 
The criminal stayed still, too focused on not giving away their plans. "Hmmm."
Leading a life of crimes had made Villain foreign to the touch of anyone. They couldn't recall the last time they let their guard down, and Hero was a great distraction from their loneliness. 
They leaned in like a puppy leaning closer to its carer. Hero analyzed them for a while longer, enjoying Villain's rare look of helplessness for once. A slanted smile showed up, and Hero unexpectedly stopped. "You're touched-starved." They realized, and their eyes lit up. "I should've known! Is that why you always prefer hand-to-hand combat?"
"What?" Villain snapped out of their haze, their ears burning, "That's not why--"
Hero chuckled and rubbed their hand along their arm, "Yeah, but this gets you dopamine, doesn't it? Wow... a big bad offender like you--"
"Shut up!" They slapped their hand away, embarrassed. What would their comrades think of this? What were they thinking!?
Villain internally berated themselves shamefully. Hero wouldn't be one to put them in front of the entire world for becoming so desperate. Their intentions were generally good, but they had an itching feeling they'd use this against them.
Hero moved away, "I think it's cute you're coming to me for help to relieve your stress." They paused, idling for a second. "Though, I was thinking of other ways." 
They sighed. 
It wasn't like this initially; Villain never realized how horrible it had gotten for them over the following few weeks after joining the Villain's League and cooperating in everything they could. Their focus was solely on every mission, and eventually, by the end of those long nights, Villain was alone again. It wouldn't be wrong to say they found joy in their work because it was a distraction from their aching need to be embraced or even looked at, not with fear but with something else. 
That was until they saw a chance with Hero. They never asked why Villain was so insistent on fighting without weapons. Which was, on their part, their fault for leading Hero to believe they were trying to engage in... seduction. It was a stupid excuse to seek assistance in their search for contact with anything. 
They placed a hand to their face and groaned. "I'm not entertaining this."
"I don't mind," Hero grinned.
"What?"
Hero shrugged, "I don't know, maybe we can find a middle ground for the both of us. I get you all to myself," They bit their lip to stop a laugh, "and I'll satisfy your terrible need to be touched."
"Don't say it like that!" They blushed feverishly again, "I don't need anything! Whatever it is I can just steal it!" They patted their waist and pulled a short knife. Hero swiftly jumped out of their way as Villain rushed them. 
"Wait-- Villain!" Hero dodged a blow from their nemesis and clashed against the tall tin garbage cans. They stood up and blocked a kick. "Are you going to kidnap me!?"
"Oh, don't flatter yourself. I'm only going to kill you."
They laughed shakingly, "So, you're so hopeless that you're willing to kill me, because why? You don't like the thought of me giving anyone else attention?"
Villain grasped onto the short knife and narrowly missed Hero, cutting their suit only from the side. They quickly grabbed Hero by the waist and pulled them back before they could get away. Their back meeting Villain's chest as the blade rested under their chin. Hero gasped. 
"You know what? Maybe I will keep you after all."
The saviour smiled, a rosy colour tinging their cheeks. "Ehe... Well, if you wanted me so bad~..." 
It took a lot of power not to feel numb being so close to Hero and acting as if the tiny space between them left no effect, but it was painfully evident from their rival. They licked their lips knowingly. Their hand sifted through Villain's hair, who stood right behind them, freezing up immediately. 
"I'm not going anywhere, darling. I'm all yours."
Villain hesitated. 
"...Yeah, no, I'm starting to think you want me to kidnap you."
They laughed nervously. Well, it was circumstantial, but they didn't mind.
~~~ MASTERLIST
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epiclamer · 1 year
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I think I've already sent an ask today but oh well, apologies. a n y w a y. may I please ask for some touch starved villain and a hero who very freely gives out hugs?
I HAVE LITERAL ASKS FROM APRIL OMG GUYS IM SO SORRY—
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Hero ducked as Villain threw another punch, barely dodging before they lunged at the criminal, missing them by a hair as they were sent tumbling down an alleyway. The villain didn’t waste any time in going after Hero, before the crime-stopper could even think Villain pounced and had them pinned under their hips in a second.
It took a minute for Hero’s energy to die out, they fought the urge to just submit completely and let Villain take them to god knows where. They were incredibly exhausted and instead figured they could catch their breath before they kicked back up the fight.
“Hah! I-I win…” Villain wheezed, unable to catch their breath as they forced all their weight against their nemesis.
Hero couldn’t find the air to respond, their lungs felt like they were going to explode. Instead, they simply closed their eyes and let themselves go limp, mindlessly wrapping their arms around the one hunkered over top of them.
Suddenly, Villain stilled, completely unmoving. Their once rapid breathing had stopped entirely as if they had been rendered a statue.
“You alright?” Hero questioned from their position on the ground, opening one eye to peer at their enemy who seemed to have been frozen in time.
The villain however only blinked and tripped over their tongue, a hundred words coming out of their mouth in a second as a light blush coated their cheeks and their gaze averted Hero’s at all costs.
Hero, left confused at the sight of their now flustered nemesis, wondered if they had done something. Were they doing something inappropriate? Were any of their limbs in a compromising position for Villain? Had they said something subconsciously?
Villain took in a deep shaky breath, waking Hero out of their thoughts as they watched their cold-hearted nemesis try to speak once again.
“Why are you hugging me.”
It was whispered so faintly Hero thought they had imagined it. Not to mention the fact that a hug would be the last thing on their list of ‘potential weaknesses for Villain’. It was ridiculous after all.
The greatest villain in the whole city ruined by something as simple as a hug?
Hero would’ve laughed if they had heard it any sooner. But now? Watching their nemesis turn beet red and lose the ability to meet their eyes?
Now, Hero wasn’t quite so sure.
“Because you won and I’m exhausted.” The hero stated, tempting the villain to come up with an answer of their own, but Hero only drew silence. They slowly began to remove their arms, feeling somewhat ashamed in case they had hurt the villain somehow. “I mean if it bothers you I can stop, I just-”
“No.”
Hero blinked, Villain still wouldn’t look them in the eye, their arms shaking slightly from where they pinned Hero’s shoulders against the pavement.
“D-Don’t stop…” The criminal let themselves collapse against their nemesis, allowing the warmth from Hero’s suit to infiltrate their body. Pressing their face into the crook of the others neck in shame, they didn’t want Hero to see them like this.
“Villain is there something-” This time, Hero cut themselves off at the sound of light sniffling and something like a droplet of water running down their neck.
Villain was crying.
Hero couldn’t take another second of it, sitting up and squeezing the villain even closer which caused them to yelp. The crime-stopper simply clutched the other even tighter against their body before lifting them up off the ground, forcing Villain to wrap their legs around Hero’s hips.
It was obvious that Villain didn’t seem to mind the sudden movement, not putting up a fight or resisting to their enemy in away. Which was very unlike the villain, maybe the criminal did mind, but just didn’t have the energy to care.
Hero accepted that as the most believable option and set foot back to their apartment. Villain cried softly in their arms until they made it to Hero’s street, then the criminal promptly drifted off to sleep and fell limp against their nemesis.
When they made it inside Hero was careful in setting down the villain on the couch, but the other didn’t even stir. Completely melting to the hero’s touch and subconsciously searching and pleading for more.
“God, Villain… When was the last time someone took care of you?” Hero didn’t expect a response, mainly because they already knew the answer. But now that they knew, they couldn’t help the urge to help the villain.
Hero silently hoped Villain would let themselves be cared for as they sat gently beside them and began carding a hand through their knotted hair.
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wh3nturtlesfly · 9 months
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Hey! I recently stumbled upon one of your writings and it was breathtaking, I loved it :] And I was hoping you could write a Hero x Villain but one them has powers similar to a cat or dog and the other would try to pet them a lot or tease them about it, whichever you’d like. (Ex. As in they have the ears and the tail, advanced hearing abilities, fast on their feet. A cat would have retractable claws and dogs would have sharper teeth). Preferably, mlm or wlw if you’re okay with that, just wholesome. If you can’t get to this or don’t have time, that’s fine too.
Thank you for the request, this was a bit of a stretch out of my writing comfort zone but I actually really enjoyed writing this! Great concept!!
“Does it ever hurt?” The words caught Villain mid monologue.
She turned with a brow raised, “Excuse me?”
Hero gazed back at her with pure curiosity, motioning to the tips of Villain’s fingers, “Your claws,” she cocked her head to the side and Villain hated to admit how adorable it looked, “Does it hurt when you make them retract like that?”
The question left Villain speechless. She sputtered as those innocent eyes met her own, patiently awaiting an answer. Unbelievable.
“That’s what you’re worried about? I’m about to destroy this town, you’re completely restrained, no way to stop me- and you want to know about my claws?”
Hero shrugged, almost appearing annoyed that Villain had dodged the question.
“You’re insane.”
“Well, if I’m being honest I was gonna ask about your ears first, but I figured you wouldn’t be as open to answering that. They’re pretty though. I’ve always liked them,” Hero smiled and Villain blushed. Blushed. What was wrong with her?
She wasn’t ready for what came next.
“Could I feel them?”
A No had already prepared itself on Villain’s tongue, her lips pulled deep into a frown, and yet that face bore into her soul. Hero had to know what she was doing. That smile was much too bright to be anything other than a trick, a way to get Villain to put her guard down. She was smarter than this- if anything her claws should be used to shut Hero up right now.
Villain made the mistake of locking eyes with the Hero again and her face grew hot almost immediately. This was nuts. Hero was unthinkable. Maybe that was why Villain couldn’t resist, why she moved before she had the chance to think.
An arm's reach from the Hero she stopped. For now she was untouchable. Hero’s arms still remained pinned to her sides by iron cuffs. Villain’s hand trailed to her pocket, and slowly, she retrieved a key.
Hero was all but beaming as she unlocked the manacles, bouncing up and down like some kind of child. It brought a chuckle to Villain’s lips. She really was an oddity. It was a wonder she had even managed to defeat Villain in previous battles, though it was true that Villain had never seen this side of the Hero before.
Now freed, Hero rubbed her wrists and winced at the red lines that graced her skin. She was silent, looking to Villain for some kind of permission. Villain resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead leaned forward before she had the chance to rethink her decisions. “Well?” Villain raised a brow, “It’s quite rude to stare you know.”
Hero jumped from her stupor, flushing red. “Oh, I’m sorry! It’s just your eyes, they’re a lot more vibrant up close. It looks good- actually all of you looks good. I- um…it's not, I just-” her hands waved frantically before Hero settled into a soft smile, “You look nice, for a Villain that is.”
“I see.” Villain’s lips had tugged into a smirk. She leaned closer if only to see that dazzling blush spread further across her nemesis’ face. “You have three seconds, don’t press my patience.”
Hero met her with a blank stare for a moment, again tilting her head to the side. Villain almost thought to revoke the offer before realization struck the Hero. She reached forward and Villain had to keep from flinching as gentle fingers settled upon her head. No one had ever touched her ears like this before. Hero stroked them softly, running her nails along the edge and Villain’s eyes slipped shut on instinct. A sigh escaped her lips, and without thinking she leaned into Hero’s touch.
“They’re so soft,” Hero whispered. That was enough to break the Villain from her stupor. She jumped back and hated the way Hero almost looked disappointed.
Her brows narrowed, “Shut up.”
“Why? Are you embarrassed?”
“No- I just,” Villain rubbed her temples and resisted a groan, “We’re done here.”
“Says the one who willingly leaned into the touch.”
“Excuse me?!” Villain whirled around. A smirk painted the Hero’s lips, the awkward manner she had possessed before gone as if it had never existed. Now freed, there was nothing to stop the Hero from advancing forward. She entered the Villain’s space before she had the chance to stop it with that smile that shone brighter than any star.
Hero was careful not to overstep any boundaries. Although she was close- very close for that matter- she did no more than stand. She took in Villain’s shocked expression with deep eyes, “You know, you act embarrassed but I don’t see why. You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever met. I mean it.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Hero was playing a dangerous game. Something about her gaze told Villain she knew what she was doing. She didn’t care anymore. It seemed neither of them did.
Without a word, Villain leaned forward again. Hesitant at first, she scanned her nemesis’ eyes for understanding before Hero finally caught on. With a pleased smile, Hero reached forward and touched Villain’s ears just as gently as she had done before. A weight instantly lifted from the Villain’s chest and she too couldn’t keep from smiling. How she had gotten here, she would never be able to explain, and yet then she didn’t feel the need to. No one had ever referred to her- all of her- as beautiful before, much less treated her with such care and tentativeness. As Hero brushed back a strand of her hair, Villain moved close, her lips brushing against the Hero’s ear.
“It doesn’t hurt by the way, the claws. The feeling is more of an itch if anything.”
Hero hummed and Villain didn’t have to look back to picture the smile that graced her features. All too quickly the mission slipped from her thoughts and it remained just the Hero and her. Somehow Villain couldn’t seem to mind.
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I'm feeling some kind of way, so have a villain who was sneaking around the heros base at the wrong time, ends up in the middle of a battle, and gets hit by a "love potion" type attack. The battle ends, and villain simps hard for the hero.
Warnings: Some language, cringe
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Pupils blown wide. Pulse quickening.
"Villain?"
Flushed cheeks. Trembling.
"Villain are you okay?"
Feeling.. passionate. Anxious.
"Hero.." Villain groans and slowly sits up on their knees, not taking their eyes off of Hero.
They're beautiful. Pretty. Lovely. Amazing, in this lighting. It takes Villains breath away.
"You were hit pretty hard Villain. How are you feeling?" Hero kneels in front of them, and gently takes Villain's chin in their hand. Villain's breath hitches. Touch has never felt this good.
"Hero.." they murmur again and melt into Hero's hand. They never want this to end.
Hero tilts Villain's chin from side to side, checking for blood or injury. If they notice a change in Villains behavior, they choose not to mention it. "Do you feel you need medical attention?"
"Just your attention." Villain take Hero's hand and hold it to their chin, staring up at them. Since when did their voice hitch and grow breathy like that?
"...Villain.." Hero fixes them with an odd look. "Villain I don't think you realize what you're doing."
"C-Can you touch my hair? Run your fingers through it. Please" Villain begs and tries to guide hero's other hand to their head. Hero keeps it firmly planted at their side. A whining noise like one a dog would make works it's way out of Villain's throat.
"You've been hit with something. Definitely." Hero observes and slaps Villain's hand away when they try again. They yank their other hand away from Villain's chin, resulting in another whimper and another round of begging.
"But Hero, pleasseeee." Villain fixes them with puppy dog eyes as Hero stands up. They need to get a hold of themselves, this is the bosses enemy they're hopelessly pining after! Hell Hero's their enemy too, they shouldn't-
"Hero? You okay?"
One of Hero's lackey's trotted up to them, looking worse for wear. "Did you get hurt? Sidekick got one of those powder bombs straight to the face. Sustained a nasty gash."
"Are they alright?" Hero inquired, frowning.
"They should be. I got them patched up. No powers! Just a strip of their suit. We didn't have any bandages on hand, and it was mostly clean so..."
"Thank you Other Hero. I think Villain here got a good blast too. Showed up at the wrong time, the unlucky bastard." Hero snorts as Villain slowly gets to their feet.
Other Hero narrows their eyes at Villain. "Unlucky? More like sneaky. Serves 'em right for being here without a warning." They scoff as Villain's knees buckle, sending them falling into Hero.
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the-modern-typewriter · 4 months
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I’ve not seen any starved touched hero stories so may I request a starved touched hero and the villain finds out and helps them. It’s fine if not:)
"Tell me," the villain murmured, as the hero's breath came out quivering. "When was the last time that someone touched you?"
It wasn't what the hero had expected.
"People touch me all the time."
"Kindly."
"You're not kind."
But the villain's touch was such a gentle thing; the hero's brain refused to register it as cruelty, even as the villain's fingers were curled around their throat. They didn't squeeze though.
The hero should have pulled back already. They should have shoved the villain away. They did none of those things. They leaned limp against the wall, almost hypnotised by the back and forth sweep of the villain's thumb brushing sweetly against their pulse point.
It was pitiful for a nice threat to feel like affection. They were pitiful.
The villain's gaze was intent.
"What are you doing to me?" the hero whispered.
"I'm not doing anything." The villain's powers worked with touch, but they had never touched the hero before. The hero had always been too quick. The villain had managed that time though, advancing, shoving the hero to the wall and then - then this. The villain had touched their skin and then they'd gone perfectly still for a few seconds. The villain could expose all secrets with a press of their fingers, do all manner of things, but...
The hero swallowed, eyeing them. They genuinely didn't think the villain was doing anything.
Each second that ticked by seemed a confession, a betrayal, a plea for something.
The villain's hand slid slowly to to cup the nape of the hero's neck. "You didn't answer my question." The villain pulled the hero a step closer, dragged them flush. The villain's other hand wrapped around the hero's back.
They were being hugged.
A confused, entirely too soft sound left the hero's throat. Questioning. A little choked. It felt like a trap and it felt entirely too desperately lovely.
The villain tightened their grip, tucking the hero's head against their shoulder.
"Skin hunger," the villain said, softly. "Touch starvation. You are a famine, love, I can feel it."
"I-" The hero didn't know how to finish the sentence. The villain was so warm against them, a solid and reassuring presence. That couldn't be right. "What?"
"It has been entirely too long, hasn't it?"
"You're not doing anything?"
"I'm hugging you."
"Your powers-"
"-Mean I know exactly how you are feeling. How much you need this. So are you going to be good and shut up and let yourself have it?"
The hero choked out another gasp of air.
Was that was why the villain had stopped? Why they'd seemed to switch gears so abruptly when they could have finally won? The hero swallowed and shut up, even if it was a bad idea. Inch by inch, when the villain did nothing more but hold them, the hero relaxed. They melted.
"Why are you doing this?" the hero managed, pressing their face against the promise of the villain's shoulder.
"Kindness?"
"You're not kind."
The villain huffed, breath rustling the hero's hair. They pressed a kiss atop the hero's head. "Mm. Temporarily benevolent. No strings attached, pinky promise."
It was definitely suspicious, but it really did feel so unbelievably good. The hero felt like they'd settled into their bones for the first time in years. Maybe longer.
They really couldn't remember the last time someone touched them kindly, for an extended period of time. A brush of accidental touch in a crowd. A hairdresser's clinical contact. None of it was anything like what the villain gave them.
"That's better," the villain said, with a sigh. "Your nerve endings have stopped screaming at me."
"S-sorry. I-"
"It was merely an observation. You don't need to be sorry."
The hero expected the villain to get back to it, or step back. They didn't. It was probably the longest hug in the world.
Finally, the hero let themselves reach out, wrapping their arms around the villain in turn.
"Good," the villain said.
"Are we still...I shouldn't let you touch me. I'm not stupid."
"No."
"Are you going to let go of me?"
"When you actually want me to, sure."
"And you can...feel that?"
"Yes."
The hero squirmed with embarrassment. The villain tightened their grip again. The hero went still.
"Years," the hero whispered, finally. "It's been years. I can't remember the last time."
"Mm." The villain nuzzled into them. "That's not going to happen again. I don't believe in torture."
Neither of them much felt like fighting when they finally broke apart.
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Hi, it’s the touch starved anon again :D Yes, I did mean that one. :D And I did mean it as an ask, but I didn’t clearly express that, so, uh.. apologies..!
It was a truly cruel way of realisation.
The hero watched how the villain’s fingers twisted the fabric of the hero’s suit. Wounded like this, they were easy prey.
But the hero could only think about these two things: the villain’s hand and their safety.
“Are you okay?” the hero asked, breathless. They had managed to pull the villain with them. Away from the fighting, away from the pain and suffering. The villain took in a deep breath but it didn’t sound healthy.
“You’re here,” the villain whispered. There were tears in their eyes, threatening to drop.
“I’m here,” the hero repeated. The villain’s hand found the hero’s and suddenly, a million thoughts ran through the hero’s mind.
They hadn’t expected this to become a problem. A real problem. They hadn’t expected that their own loneliness would get in their way. That they had to fight against it to gain control over themselves.
“Are you alright?” the hero asked again. They could hear shots in the distance where their team was still fighting over territory.
“I’m okay,” the villain replied. Their other hand found the hero’s, too. And the villain looked into their eyes, so tiredly yet softly.
“You scared me. Like, you scared me a lot back there. I thought you were dead.”
“Got betrayed,” the villain said. They leaned against the wall, sitting on the dirty floor in the warehouse. Their face contorted and the hero grit their teeth.“You came.”
The hero watched them quietly. They wanted to help but they had done everything they could. Bandages, painkillers, reassurance.
The villain’s eyes bored into theirs, as if the hero was the only thing between them and death. As if the villain would die if they didn’t look at them.
“Of course I did,” the hero said. “I could sense something was wrong.”
“Lucky me.” The villain smiled softly and the hero wasn’t sure what they were feeling. Their cheeks were warm and their chest didn’t feel tight. They didn’t feel pathetic or weird.
“Just relax. I got you. Our next stop would be the hospital but I like to think that I’m quite good at stitching by now.”
“You’re very beautiful, you know?” Slowly the villain raised their arm and before the hero could realise what happened, the villain’s hand was on their cheek. “I shouldn’t accept your kindness. Nor your mercy. You’re too nice to me.”
“You’re worthy of it, though.” The hero realised they were desperate. Desperate for the touch, desperate for the words. There was comfort, they realised. Comfort in the villain’s presence. More than usual.
“You think so?” The villain moved and immediately moaned. The painkillers hadn’t come through yet.
The hero covered the villain’s hand on their cheek with their own.
“I sent this whole rescue team to get you out. My boss is gonna kick my ass once he finds out.”
The villain laughed.
And then, gently.
“Can I kiss you?” The hero didn’t even have to think about it twice.
“Yes,” they said and before they could get cold feet, the villain pulled them against their chest and kissed the hero softer than should’ve been allowed.
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clownprince · 10 months
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Joker as a character is so funny to me because he tries so hard to be all callous and edgy and scary and make himself out to be this boogeyman of Gotham but like if Batman gave him one (1) single hug or a compliment or like wished him happy birthday or something he'd cry so hard he threw up
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gothicakvtagawa · 1 year
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i’m so desperate for a version of the airplane extras from mobei jun’s point of view, particularly parts one and two (so far) considering what we know of his stance towards humans (ie his fear-turned-bitter hatred), and how little of that we actually get to see in his interaction with shang qinghua
because, think about it. mobei jun does not trust anyone, and he especially does not trust humans—why would he, after being tormented like he was at such a young and impressionable age? the fact alone that shang qinghua was allowed to live is, in itself, a miracle: all of his cohort were slaughtered right in front of him, mercilessly and without hesitation, and yet shang qinghua is the one allowed to live
of course he is—that’s the story, after all. shang qinghua has to enter mobei jun’s service somehow. but the actual details of this scene are so fascinating
from mobei jun’s perspective, here’s what’s happened to him in the span of, like, maybe twelve hours: he’s just gotten out of an altercation with huan hua palace less than unscathed, has decimated this guy’s whole group of cultivators only for shang qinghua to throw himself at mobei jun’s feet in a desperate attempt to spare his life, an act that startles him enough to earn shang qinghua just enough time before mobei jun then passes out from the ling hua dart. when he comes to, he realises that he’s been transported to another location, has had medicine applied to his various wounds, and is being hugged in his sleep
or, in other words: for a dangerous amount of time, mobei jun was completely vulnerable to the whims of a strange cultivator—a human of a class that has only ever harmed him—and that this strange cultivator has not only laid his hands on mobei jun in his vulnerability but has done so without hurting him (obviously he doesn’t know about the would-be rock murder)
and yet mobei jun doesn’t kill shang qinghua on the spot just for the crime of touching him in a prone state. it doesn’t matter that shang qinghua saved him—mobei jun was weakened, and that alone should be more than enough for a demon to eliminate the only witness to his weakness. but he doesn’t. he kicks him out of the bed and then prevents him from coming out from under the table he’s scurried under—maybe it’s just to exert his power, or maybe it’s because he’s vulnerable and still a little out of it from the medicine and the anaesthetic in the dart and maybe he’s a little bit young and a little bit scared, even. so he makes sure that shang qinghua can’t touch him any more, because the last time he was young and vulnerable and couldn’t stop a human from getting close to him, mobei jun got hurt
and then he asks why shang qinghua was hugging him in his sleep. asks. ASKS
the thing is that mobei jun in this scene is a teenager. a teenager! he doesn’t have the life experience yet to really internalise the idea of anything being completely different from what he’s been taught or even what he’s already experienced—this is ostensibly the first relatively kind interaction he’s ever had with a human, and what does he do? in his position, some other demon (not any of the demons we meet in scum villain, no, but perhaps a demon that is more exemplary of what we’re told demonic culture is like) would lop shang qinghua’s head off without question and get on their way before word of their weakened state can spread too far. but mobei jun makes sure there’s distance between himself and his would-be attacker, and then just asks a fairly irrelevant question—not “why am i here” or “what do you want” or “why shouldn’t i kill you where you stand”. none of those. he goes with:
“why were you hugging me just now?”
that isn’t the anger. that’s fear. fear, and likely a little bit of wary curiosity. that’s the upheaval of everything he’s learned about cultivators, that’s the reversal of everything he was taught
that’s the shock taking over, and what a hell of a shock it must have been, for all of mobei jun’s well-ingrained instincts and unprocessed trauma to actually falter in the face of shang qinghua’s sheer tenacity, those split-second moments of, “this human isn’t behaving as i’ve learned humans do, what is going on, i don’t know how to process this,” that are the entire reason that shang qinghua is still alive
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whumpasaurus101 · 9 months
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“You miss me…”
It was more of a statement than a question. A murmer but bold enough to be heard
Villain gulped hard, refusing to let their eyes meet their nemesis’, “Y-yeah…”
They flinched an the gentle grip which ghosted their jaw, slowly forcing their chin up. Their tear-filled eyes met with Hero’s. The distant city lights making the other’s eyes glisten in the night.
“Tell me.”
Villain’s bottom lip wobbled before they caught it between their teeth, blinking back tears as they spoke through the lump in their throat, “I…I miss you, Her-Hero…”
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fictionfordays · 8 months
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Impure thoughts about touch starved Shiggy
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He desperately clutches your hands next to your head as he sucks lavender flowers onto your neck, searching for that intimacy, love, and care that he never received from anyone until he met you.
He whines against your skin as he ruts his hips against yours, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back, your wet warmth spasming around his sensitive length when you reach your highs together.
Such a sweet boy 🩶❤️🩶
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arealphrooblem · 1 year
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Deathtouched
For @heroes-villains-side-blog because I saw your little collection of Villain with Death Touch powers/Hero who is immune fics and got inspired. ^.^
Technically, Hero was not cleared for field work. Sure, they knew some self defense moves in case of emergency. They carried a taser and knew how to shoot a gun with great accuracy. But their power was not an offense-based power and so Hero’s job happened after the villainous defeats at the hands of other Heroes.
Hero was a Nullifier. A touch from them prevented any other Powered individual’s abilities from activating. Their blood was drawn monthly and used in serums given to imprisoned Villains. Sometimes, when a Villain’s power was particularly dangerous, Hero stepped in to bind them or dose them with serum.
But they had never faced a Villain awake and at full power. They never confronted anyone.
Until today.
Villain first appeared on body cam footage, in the middle of a street fight between Superhero and some low level villain grunt. He appeared like a ghost, a shadow figure that materialized from the shadows. In fact, his sudden presence stopped both Superhero and Grunt mid swings.
 Hero had initially rolled their eyes. Villain was tall, dressed in all black, complete with billowing cape and leather gloves. Like a Darth Vader fanboy, but without the mask.
No obvious powers either. No electricity or super speed or invulnerability. Hero wondered if this really was just some glorified cosplayer with a couple of gadgets and no real power to speak of. Just someone desperate for a little notoriety from the body cam footage.
“Who the fuck are you?” the Grunt had demanded.
Villain ignored him and looked straight at Superhero. “I need him. Hand him to me and no one else gets hurt.”
“Why?” Superhero had asked suspiciously. “What do you plan on doing with him?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“I’m afraid, as an Hero of the Agency assigned to this area, it’s every bit my concern.”
As Superhero and Villain faced off, Grunt had tried to slink away. Before Hero could warn Superhero, Villain whirled around and grabbed a handful of Grunt’s jacket and slammed him up against the wall.
“Look, we obviously both have an interest in Grunt,” Superhero had said, approaching the Villain in slow cautious steps. “Why don’t we work together? You could come with me and question him back at the Agency.”
Villain leveraged Grunt against the wall with a forearm to the throat as he worked one of the leather gloves off.
“I don’t want to question him,” he had said before placing a long-fingered, elegant hand against the side of Grunt’s face.
Grunt let out an earsplitting scream of agony that lasted only a few seconds before he slumped over.
Lifeless.
The camera shook as Superhero immediately took several steps backward.
“What did you just do?” he had demanded.
“Walk away and you won’t have to find out,” Villain had warned.
If only Superhero had listened; he would still be alive.
Over the next week, a trail of bodies followed Villain, mostly grunts and spies and brokers for Supervillain. This was clearly a mission of vengeance.
 The Agency had debated on teams to send out, but hesitated to act. Superhero had been one of their strongest agents and he died in seconds at a mere touch. They didn’t want to risk anyone else to fight a Villain they knew nothing about.
And frantic searches revealed nothing about this guy.
Time ran out when Villain himself appeared at the doors of the Agency, like a nightmare come to life. The only person who volunteered to meet him was Hero.
“What is your name and why are you here?”
Hero’s voice didn’t shake, but their hands did. They kept them tightly in their coat pocket, fingers tightly wrapped against the glass syringe.
“I am here for Supervillain,” he said. “And if you let me kill him, no one else needs to die. I’ll even turn myself in.”
Revenge, just as Hero expected. Supervillain, locked away deep, deep, underground, was probably the worst of his kind. The personification of pure self-serving evil. If Hero was head of the Agency, they would roll the red carpet out for this villain to do exactly that.
But that would set up a dangerous precedent.
“I’m sorry. Even if I could take you at your word, I can’t allow you to waltz in and execute a Depowered individual.”
The Villain’s eyes narrowed and he took slow steps forward. Hero took several steps back before they even realized it, until their back pressed against the front door.
The locked front door.
Villain loomed before them, and Hero remembered how much the galaxy had feared Darth Vader, even if he did look ridiculous.
“You are not a fighter,” he murmured. “You have no profile in the Agency.”
 One gloved hand rose slowly to to cup their face. Hero shrunk back on instinct but had no where to go. Their heart thundered in their ears.
“You’re a sacrificial lamb they threw to the wolves while they scramble for an escape.”
He sound almost sorry for Hero, a thread of sincere empathy in his dark velvet voice. It did nothing to quell the choking fear. Villain’s power couldn’t hurt them, no. But a bullet could, or a hand wrapped around their throat, or even a good old fashioned beat down. Villain was much bigger than Hero and there were a thousand ways to die that had nothing to do with powers.
“There is no need for you to die,” he said softly. “Go home. Stay out of my way.”
He took a step back, putting enough distance to allow Hero to follow his orders. A locked door wouldn’t stop him and if he got into the facility he would kill every single person who stood in his way.  
They had one chance to take him out and they had no hope to win a fight. So Hero used their only other advantage — surprise.
Steeling themselves, Hero took two firm steps forward, fisted their fingers in edges of his cape, stood on the tiptoes and kissed Villain square on the mouth.
He flinched back immediately, but Hero kept their grip strong and did not pull away until the Villain’s mouth went slack in shock.
His gaze was a dark, glittering abyss.
“How,” he said hoarsely. “How?”
Hero’s only reply was the sharp jab of the needle into his neck as they plunged the sedative into his system.
Part Two:
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whumpandthewild · 4 months
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superpowered whumpee who is both touch-starved as fuck, and can't stand any type of touch because their powers make even the slightest ones hurt. at the same time. good shit
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epiclamer · 2 years
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hey!! your writing is awesome <3 i pretty much reread all of your stories for at least 7 times (yea i counted them some time ago, but could be more tbh). if you don’t mind may i please request? a touch-starved villain and a hero who finds this out, maybe with some teasing them about it, and overall kinda fluff. if it’s not too much to ask <3 have an awesome day/night! lol i’m nervous cuz i decided not to go anon lol
Eyyyyy don’t be nervous! I always love meeting you guys! And of course, this is a great trope.
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
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Needing and Getting
Villain stifled a gasp as Hero’s hands clasped around their wrists, sure, maybe they were handcuffing them but it didn’t really matter, Hero’s hands were on Villains body. That’s what mattered. And it was invoking some very unwanted reactions from the criminal themselves.
Once the handcuffs were secure Hero’s hands moved to the villains hips, guiding them as they turned Villain to face front and meet Hero’s eyes. The warmth left a burning imprint along Villains sides, attracting their full attention and raising a blush to their cheeks.
“Finally.” Hero sounded exasperated and exhausted. After all, they had been playing this cat and mouse game for several months now, and just by pure chance Hero had caught Villain tonight.
Villains back was pressed up against the hood of the squad car Hero had been driving when they noticed their nemesis trapped in a sticky situation and took advantage of it. If only Villain hadn’t been so clumsy their heart wouldn’t be beating out of their chest and Hero’s touchy hands wouldn’t be mindlessly caressing their sides.
Hero took a deep breath of the fresh, city night air. Letting it out through their mouth after a moments time, completely unaware that their hands were tracing shapes into Villains hips and driving the other insane.
It wasn’t that Villain didn’t love the touch, and it definitely wasn’t that they didn’t crave it, it was just that it’s kind of embarrassing to break down into a touch-starved and needy mess in front of your mortal enemy. But right now, that seemed to be exactly what was happening.
“Okay, I need to pat you down now so just stand up against the car and spread your legs.” It was definitely a normal thing to say to a criminal you were arresting, especially if you were a hero. However, it was exactly what Villain didn’t want.
After the lack of obeying to Hero’s command, the crime-stopper sighed and moved one of their hands from Villains hip to their shoulder and slowly peeled them off the car. Turning them around gently and tapping their legs apart with the toe of their boot. Then, leaning gently in so that their lips just barely ghosted Villains ear, Hero said, “if you feel uncomfortable at any time, don’t be afraid to let me know, okay? I’ll try to adjust to a more appropriate search.”.
With that, Hero pulled back and began to let their hands work diligently down Villains body. Starting at their hips, going around their sides, moving down to their left leg, hands touching their thigh, working down to their knee and then calf, before Hero’s delicate hands fished a small pocket knife out of Villains boot and propped it on the ground. Hands now moving to the other side.
A couple more miscellaneous weapons dropped to the ground before finally Hero let out a small chuckle that filled the dead silence between the two. “Yknow, you’re usually much more talkative when it comes to our banters, everything okay?”
Villain didn’t respond. They couldn’t. They couldn’t bring themselves to respond because of the overwhelming presence of someone touching them. Someone touching them in careful, kind and soft gestures. It felt like they were going to faint. Every place Hero’s hands touched seemed to burn afterwards. Every moment there was a connection it sent a rush of blood to Villains face. Every time Hero’s hands were removed it was icily cold and dreadful besides the dull burning of imprints.
Villain was sure that if they opened their mouth to say even a word back to their enemy everything would spill out. Every plea, every whine, every beg, every gasp, every shudder, every moan, every groan, every sound that Villain had been withholding while Hero’s hands moved skillfully across their body as if they had done this a thousand times.
They wanted to beg and cry and plead, whether for Hero to stop or for Hero to continue, Villain didn’t know. The only thing they were aware of was how close their breaking point was and how quickly they were approaching it.
“Villain?” Hero’s voice was laced with concern and it was a punch in the gut that brought Villain back to reality. They were facing Hero again, their entire body on fire as they choked on words. Spluttering and blabbering and gasping for breath like they had just been water boarded. Sadly, there was no water here that could cool them off and take their face down a few shades from “tomato red”.
Hero cocked their head to the side, trying to make sense of the villains gibberish until enough word fragments had assembled in their head and they broke out in a knowing smile.
“You’re touch-starved.” It was stated like a fact because that was exactly what it was. A fact. Villain was touch-starved and from the smirk that adorned their enemy’s face, another fact was that they were going to hate the drive ahead.
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lefttomyownvices · 1 year
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snippet #16
Villain watched as Hero came to their senses. Their nemesis was sitting on a closed toilet seat, blue light washing over them like over some ghoulish creature underwater.
Their eyes opened.
"It's been six hours since I broke you out of that prison," drawled Villain. "You know that?"
Hero stared at them blankly, then lifted their unbound wrists.
"That's right, the handcuffs are off." Villain leaned into the locked bathroom door, and the metal clothes hook dug into the small of their back. "Do you recognize me? Your enemy."
Villain longed to scare Hero, hungered for the fleeting spark of fear they would see. Then they would help them. But first, as payment, just a little fear.
There was no reply.
"Answer me," Villain said, impatient.
When Hero nodded, their eyes were wide and depthless and unnerving. Villain reached into their leather jacket pocket, fingers closing around the hilt of a knife hidden within. Their heart was tight in their chest and cold as the blade.
"Why do you think I broke you out?" they pushed on. "You have brought me lots of trouble in the past years, haven't you?"
Hero was playing with the hem of their own, shredded shirt. The floor shook with the heavy bass of the club music that pushed against the bathroom door. It took a moment for Villain to put one and one together, but then they realized the music must have distracted the other.
After all, Hero had spent four weeks in solitary confinement. Perfect silence and perfect, cut-throat loneliness. That must have messed with their head.
"We are in a bar," Villain said, "at the edge of town. It's 2 AM."
Hero twirled a piece of cloth around their finger.
"Can you speak?"
They nodded.
Sighing, Villain drew their hand back out of their pocket, and Hero watched the movement all the way with their eyes. Threatening would be no good—they felt terrible already. "If you can, then say something. Damnit, just say something."
"You want to take advantage of my vulnerability," said Hero, voice flowing clear as water.
Villain's breath hitched. In a split second, their hand tore back in their pocket. They had never won a fistfight against Hero, and the other was obviously not in as bad a condition as they'd thought.
This was a miscalculation. This was a terrible miscalculation.
"No," Villain rushed to say, "of course you were—but I would never hurt you, and—"
And now that was out too.
Hero raised their brows, dark blue pooling under their eyes. Their face was shallower than it had been a month ago. "I'm not blaming you, but the situation is most unfortunate for me. I am tired."
They placed their hands on their knees, and with effort, rose to their feet. Their eyes kept darting around the closed space in a panicked way, so at odds with their calming voice.
"I was going to ask you for something."
Villain cleared their throat, face burning with shame. "You can go. Of course you can go. I can drive you to—"
"Not that."
Villain fell silent. Their breath froze as Hero reached out a hand in their direction, and immediately they cursed their own stupidity, because Hero had every right to be angry, furious, to seek revenge or start a fight, and their hand closed around Villain's throat and they were so painfully close.
The hand slipped down to rest at their shoulder.
"What?" Villain said. In relief, they realized they hadn't reached for the knife.
"Touch me."
Hero's both hands hooked around Villain's neck and as they leaned in, Villain felt their whole weight, which was not much. Lips pressed on their cheek. The act was very careful, and coated in fear.
When they withdrew, they saw Hero was looking at them with wide, longing eyes. "I didn't see anyone for a long time," their nemesis said, as if that explained anything.
"Are you drugged?" Villain peered at their pupils to hide how shaken they were.
This was not how Hero acted.
But they leaned in again, pulling Villain into a long hug, and they smelled of plastic and salt and sweat. The music blaring from outside seemed to seal them both in their own bubble.
Villain felt too guilty to pull away.
And when Hero finally did, a new question was in their expression. In wordless answer, Villain stepped aside to let them step to the door.
"I hid some money a long time ago," Hero said dreamily at the doorstep, peering into the flashing disco lights like it were some holy vision. "So I am going to go get it now, and find a hotel."
"Alright. Okay." Villain swallowed.
"You don't deserve an apology," Hero continued, "but thank you all the same."
With that, their silhouette disappeared into the crowd.
Villain was left on the bathroom doorstep, feeling like they'd lost not only all their power and control, but another fight, too. And even worse; guilt was swelling inside them like a dark ocean, impossible to contain.
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gingerly-writing · 1 year
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Prompt #3379
“You’re the most powerful pyrotechnic in generations. The greatest hero the world has ever seen. And yet you’re miserable. Permanently burning. Your fire doesn’t hurt you, but it scorches everyone else. So no one can touch you.”
“No need to rub it in-”
“No one, except me.”
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