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Hello!! I would like to request a part 2 (or not? more like another POV) to the protective younger sibling!sidekick snippet if you’re okay with it ^^
This time it’s hero asking henchman to meet up and henchman just panics like “omg do they know who i am?? bro im going to get my ass beat and die 😭💀” and decides to spill everything from their real identity to their bar escapades with sidekick
but in reality hero was just really glad that their younger sibling finally got a special someone so they just wanted to get to know them more and all about their relationship😭 also ofc they knew who henchman was all along, duh (their villain lover tells them literally everything)
pt. 1
“I swear, I wasn’t trying to spy on them or anything like that — at first I didn’t even know it was them and I think they still don’t know it’s me. I just kind of met them a couple of times coincidentally and I don’t know, I like them a lot, I really do. They’re so smart and like, I don’t know, so quick? Like they can keep up with my mind and I wasn’t really trying anything at first, I didn’t even think they’d like me and I was just kind of—”
“Woah, I didn’t even get to accuse you of anything.” The hero played with their pen out of habit and studied the henchman. They were certainly panicking and the hero was not going to let something this small turn into this giant thing. “I wish all my interrogations would go that way. Would make my job certainly easier…”
“Please don’t kill me,” the henchman whispered.
“Jeez. Relax. I’m not gonna kill you for dating my sibling.” The hero rolled their eyes. What exactly was their lover telling the henchman about them? That they were some sort of monster?
They definitely needed to talk to the villain. They’d danced around this subject for a while now. When the hero had found out a few weeks ago, they had wanted to talk to the henchman immediately but the villain had urged them not to rush into anything.
And they supposed the villain was right about that.
Getting into other people’s business didn’t always turn out great for the hero.
And they simply really wanted to see their lover.
“Technically, we’re not dating…”
“Well, whatever you want to call it, I can’t tell you what to do and what not to do. You’re great, so I have nothing to fear. I just wanted to get to know you a little better.” The hero worried their lip between their teeth. Maybe they had enough time to visit the villain during lunch? They let the pen spin in their hand.
“Wait…really?”
“Yeah, you’re old enough, I reckon. You can decide these things for yourself.” The hero took in a deep breath. Maybe they should review some cases first? For whatever reason, their mind kept jumping from one topic to another and they weren’t really sure if it was the coffee or them being a little more nervous than they wanted to admit.
This was their sibling’s first (potential) relationship. Clearly, they were old enough and the henchman was a great choice but the hero wondered if their sibling wanted to distance themselves now that they were older.
Whatever choice they’d make, the hero was going to support them, even if that meant they were the annoying older sibling. Maybe the villain had some advice for them.
They closed their eyes and took in a deep breath. Speculating wouldn’t get them far.
“I’m not really used to…responsibility, I guess?” The henchman stared at the hero’s desk as if they were trying to control it with their mind. Their nervousness had shifted to embarrassment and the hero didn’t want that in their office either.
“How so?”
The henchman thought about their words carefully, as if the hero was still an enemy they needed to be cautious around.
That was smart. But the hero doubted they still saw them as a threat. If they really wanted to date the hero’s sibling, they’d try everything to end up on the hero’s good side.
God, their mind was racing. They really needed to see the villain. They always managed to calm them down.
“…sometimes I feel more like a burden to the villain. They barely take me out on missions or let me help them,” they eventually said and the hero couldn’t believe how far off the henchman was with an assumption like that.
Them? A burden to the villain who protected them, shielded them as if they were their own child?
“They’re terrified of losing you,” the hero said.
“I can take care of myself. I’m not dumb.”
“They don’t think you are.” The hero clicked their pen a couple of times and doodled some hearts onto paper. The henchman seemed to be a usually quiet person but right now, a lot of frustration was set free.
It wasn’t exactly anger; it was disappointment.
“Still, I would appreciate a little more trust. I am more than capable to help them. I don’t want to do just research. One time, they nearly died because they didn’t tell me they were injured.”
“They do trust you. They’re just trying to shield you from the bad things. Believe me, I’ve tried doing that and I’ve failed,” the hero said.
“Then what am I doing wrong? I’m not a child anymore. I know how to fight.”
The hero was quiet for a moment. Apparently those doubts had manifested throughout time. The henchman felt quite worthless and couldn’t really see how much the villain actually cared about them.
How the villain made sure they were eating and drinking enough. How they called them several times a day to make sure they were okay. How they researched schools and workplaces for them all the time.
“You’re an orphan, aren’t you?” they asked as gentle as possible.
The henchman nodded. “I barely talk about it.”
“Well, the villain is an orphan as well and they were robbed of their childhood. They don’t want you to grow up as quick as they had to. That’s why they let you do…well, office work instead of getting your hands dirty. It’s more of an excuse. They want you to study people instead of fighting them.”
“…but they need me. They’re a total idiot sometimes. Last week they were clearly outnumbered and almost got themselves killed. Again.”
“Well, thank God I am here now to help them. More or less.” The hero leaned back. Most of the time, they disagreed with the villain when it came to work. But they’d obviously break a few rules to save their lover every now and then. “You need them just as much as they need you, don’t you?”
The henchman didn’t meet their eyes, so the hero continued.
“You think they don’t care and you think they’re pushing you away but that’s not true. Truth is, this isn’t all fun and games. Seeing someone you love collapse is the worst thing in the world. Losing someone close to you is an indescribable grief. Let me do the saving and the nasty work. You can guide them. Do the research and make plans. Fight my sibling occasionally…”
Suddenly, the henchman blushed.
“Oh, I…uh…”
“You’re right. You aren’t a child anymore and you can decide what you want to do with your future. But there are people who care about you and they will try to shield you from danger, no matter how old you are.” The hero stretched their limbs and suppressed a yawn. They stared at the doodles they had drawn on a few sticky notes.
They had subconsciously written the first letter of the villain’s name into the hearts.
Now, they really wanted to see their villain. They knew their lover was calculated and smart and capable but the hero needed to see that stupid smirk more than anything. All this talk about danger and death…
“Don’t worry, okay?” they asked and the henchman nodded. “If you need anything, just ask me.”
“Thank you. Really, thank you.”
The hero stared at the doodles and smiled softly.
“Don’t you have a date to go on? Or is that tomorrow?” they asked.
“Tomorrow—” The henchman was still blushing when they stood up. “I should, uh, probably go. Again, you really helped me. Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
It was safe to say that the hero and the villain had lunch together.
#wanted to do a second part anyway so your ask is perfect timing#see what I did there#protectiveness vs freedom#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request#cont'd
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snippet #2 - the villain surprises the hero
warning: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, harmful behavior, touchy villain (not nsfw), depictions and descriptions of physical violence, may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers, reader discretion is advised.
The hero had been captured again, tied to a chair, blindfolded, and beaten to a pulp until the only thing they could taste, smell, feel, was their blood.
It was routine at this point.
Get captured, refuse to give up information, get a few new scars before their team showed up. At a certain point, these so-called villains became predictable. None of them truly scared the hero anymore.
The hero’s head came up at the sound of a door creaking open then slamming shut, footsteps following behind. They clenched their fists against their restraints, sighing, preparing themselves for another round of mediocre scare tactics.
The footsteps of the person started to become louder and louder, the hero could hear them slowly circling their chair like they were tracking prey.
They stopped right behind the hero, their breath tickling their ear, making the hero shiver behind their blindfold.
Their captors before had never gotten this close, at least without a weapon or some weak verbal threats. This felt… different somehow. It made the hero a bit antsy. Their chest became heavier as they listened to the sounds of the person’s even breathing.
Their gut was trying to tell them something.
Something was wrong-
Their heart stopped when they heard the person’s whispered voice.
“Hello, Darling.”
No.
The hero frantically jerked at their restraints but they wouldn’t budge, it only made the rope dig more into their body. Loud and panicked sounds escaped them as their heart started to beat in their head.
The person only chuckled at their attempts to free themselves.
No. No.
They— there… it’s not possible.
“Did you miss me?”
No. They needed to get out. Tears started to seep through their blindfold, as well as sweat as they jerked their head around. They couldn’t get out, they couldn’t even see where they were. The hero was frantic, horribly panicked, and the villain reveled in it.
The villain was the only one who could evoke genuine terror from their hero. Turn them into a screaming, begging mess at their feet.
The villain trailed their hand delicately over the hero’s neck, wrapping their fingers around them and stroking. The hero let out a choked whimper, their body completely shivering.
“You never thought you’d feel this again, did you?” The villain smiled, “My touch making you deliciously crazy?”
No. They didn’t. The villain was supposed to be dead.
The hero’s breathing grew more erratic by the second, more and more tears streamed down their face, mixing with the dried blood and stinging their fresh shallow cuts.
They saw their dead body. They buried them in that grave. They stuck that knife in their chest so many times they lost count as they watched the life drain out of them. How?
“It’s been far too long, my love,” the villain said, “I think we should relive some good memories.”
The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out and tried to wiggle their way out of their restraints again and again and again. It was a pity, the sight of someone trying to escape the inevitable.
The villain started to slowly lift the hero’s ripped sleeves, rolling them to expose their skin. No. No. No. Anything but that.
The villain watched in awe as their hero completely lost it and tried so hard to escape them, even though their hero was smart enough to know there was no hope. No one was coming to save them.
“Sh, sh, sh,” the villain cooed, their hand sickenly stroking the hero’s neck like comfort, “There’s no need for that, you know you're not escaping me.”
The villain trailed their hands softly up their hero’s arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They loved how their hero tried to push them off, completely losing it when the villain finally touched their scars.
They had dreamed of touching these sensitive things again. The deep scars they left all over. They hated the scars others dared to leave. They already killed those others who dared to call themselves ‘villains’, who dared to touch the hero. Only they were allowed to touch their little hero like this.
“All our fun times, etched into your skin,” the villain said in awe. Their hero tried to get out of their hold, their sobs echoing across the room.
The scars felt different this time, some of them. The hero must have tried to rid themselves of their marks, but failed miserably. How cute.
Their hero should know better than to try to rid themselves of the villain.
They continued to trace over the uneven skin, the memories of the many long lovely torture sessions they subjected their hero to flooding their brain, and they were sure their hero was reliving it too.
“Stop,” the hero whispered, choking on their sobs, “Please-
“Just like my scars,” they cut in, pressing delicate kisses to the skin making the hero’s body shiver, “I will never leave you, love.”
It has been so long since the hero felt that terror, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through their veins, their heartbeat reaching heights that could kill them. Their breathing was so rapid, their body was in a state of complete shock and panic.
They forgot what it felt like to be terrified, and they wished it stayed that way. They thought they made sure it would.
“But, you did leave me,” The villain dug into one of their scars, making them gasp, reopening it and letting their hero’s blood trickle down their fingers.
“You left me to rot in the ground,”
“I-I didn’t-”
“Let the world forget about me.”
The villain dug in deeper. The hero cried out.
“Let yourself forget about me,” the villain whispered, their breath over the hero’s mouth.
“I’m- sorry.. please— I’ll do-“
The hero jerked and sobbed again as the villain ripped off their blindfold, the light seering their eyes.
“Your begging is pitiful,” they spat.
The hero’s eyes adjusted to the sudden light as they looked up into the villain’s. They jerked their head away. Those same eyes haunted them when the hero slept, even when they thought they were buried deep underground.
The villain grabbed the hero’s chin, digging their nails into the skin and forced their head back up.
“You really thought you could get rid of me?” the villain snapped, venom lacing every syllable.
The hero sniffled, their eyes completely bloodshot from their tears.
“I’m not going anywhere,” the villain whispered with crazy in their eyes, “and neither are you.”
The hero couldn’t answer, only cry out as exhaustion took over their body. Their body stopped fighting, just twitching every so often from the adrenaline. They were slowly accepting their fate.
“I’m keeping you, Darling,” the villain smiled, stroking the hero’s chin, “and I promise you, this time, you’ll never be able to forget me.”
The hero whimpered a slur of incoherent words in response.
The villain loved their hero like this, shaking and on the verge of insanity knowing what things the villain was about to subject them to. It was a sight the villain was going to come back to every single day. They planned to come back every night, keep them tied up, bloodied and bruised, completely helpless and at their mercy. Then afterwards, they’ll really get to work on molding their hero into perfection.
The villain mercilessly tied the hero’s blindfold into a gag, enjoying the way the hero jerked in response, and took a syringe out. Their hero’s eyes winded, as they tried to plead behind the fabric, but the thing was too tight.
They sobbed. The hero knew what was coming next. They remembered, those memories were burned inside of them. Cut into their skin.
“Don’t worry,” they whispered, kissing their hero’s tear and blood-soaked cheek, “I’ll be all you ever think about soon enough.”
They could only cry and try to plead through their eyes, shaking their head. The villain though had no mercy for them whatsoever.
Their hero betrayed them. They stuck a knife in their heart when the villain let themselves believe someone actually cared for them, they finally let themselves trust and their little hero shattered it.
They stuck the syringe right in their scar. Their hero let out a scream of terror covered by the fabric.
Now it was only fair they would shatter them in return.
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heeey! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could write smth with the classic hurt for their own good prompt
Request #9
“You have to stop crying, love, you’re gonna give yourself a headache.”
Uncurling themselves from their foetal position over the plush black couch, with great effort for it was the only which alleviated the constant, though by then dulled, throbbing on their side, Hero smashed both feet against the wooden tiles.
Their legs trembled still, their jaw ached with the pressure of their teeth grinding together. Pain was no longer the cause, but anger, too high in analgesics to even feel the ache of their broken bone, and the warmth of the room, their old teammate office (Villain then their new name), emanating softly from the lit fireplace before them prevented the ache that the coldness of an still early spring brought.
“You have no right to tell me that!” they yelled, face hot with indignation “You did this to me!”
Villain looked up from their desk to meet Hero’s eyes.
“And I’m yet to hear a thank you.”
“Thank you?!”
“You’re welcome, angel.”
“You ruined everything for me! You fu…” a loud impact echoed in the room, accompanied by Hero’s brash cursing.
Throwing their chair back Villain hurried by their side, a hand sneaking their way into Hero’s, pulling it away from their grip on their broken leg, looking for any extra damage done, none seemed to have happened, though they would need to call the doctor back in the morning, their third visit in a row caused by their old friend’s careless behaviour
Openly crying then, Hero kept trying to land a punch before both their hands were gripped in one of the other’s, the other hand restraining their leg from more erratic movement.
“You’re going to hurt yourself further,” Villain warned.
“And who’s fault is that?! I wouldn’t be hurt at all if it weren't for you.”
“You would be dead then, Hero, hell!”
With wide, tear-filled eyes, Hero stared.
Villain, at the newly found lack of fight, pulled them closer.
“And I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but you didn’t want to listen to reason, you would have died.”
“I wouldn’t have.”
“Yes you would have,” Villain replied with a sigh “you’re not indestructible even if the government wants to sell you as such, and I think I’ve given you tangible proof of that now. That was a suicide mission.”
“I was so close to being Superhero's second in command.”
“No, you weren’t, you were so close to being dead.”
Stopping their fussing, Hero settled on the floor, leg still pulsating, too numb to actually feel pain yet aware enough to feel the discomfort. They resign themselves to angry tears, little more they could do.
“Your team has no idea what they’re going against,” Villain continued, voice calmer, breath evening out “you are all greatly underestimating what Supervillain is capable of. And they already had their eye on you, the golden star of the city would give a lot to talk about.”
“Let them come,” Hero spat.
Villain sighed “That’s exactly why I did what I did, I won’t let you die, even if this is what I have to do to assure it.”
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Masterlist
Certaly! (sorry it took this long tho)
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Physics Lesson (#2)
Part 1
Villain sat down across from Hero. As per usual, they picked up a random sheet among the scattered papers on Hero's desk and began looking it over. "This is...new."
They knew they'd been gone for a few weeks but these formulas were entirely different.
"New professor," Hero sighed. "New semester. New everything." They looked more tired than usual. Villain almost pitied them. With a silent hum, Villain set to work with them again.
About half an hour in, they leaned back with a groan.
Hero shot them a glare. "No. You don't get to complain. You don't have to do this, but you're doing it anyway," Hero growled.
Villain sat up, hands help up and open in a show of peace. "Alright, cranky aren't we?" But Hero was already looking at their homework problems and muttering to themself again.
"The electric field- no, the electric flux...ugh." Hero's forehead hit the desk with a low thunk.
Villain leaned back in their chair, looking smug. "Sounds like break time."
Hero reluctantly picked their head back up. "Can't. The quiz is tomorrow. I have to at least get through some of this."
Villain hummed, frowning. They rocked in their chair, balancing on the back legs. "Want me to kill them?"
Hero's eyes shot up quickly. "What? No!"
"Just give me the name." Villains started looking through Hero's notebook. "Ah, Professor Erwi-"
The book was snatched out of their hands. No matter. They had what they needed, anyway. Their chair slammed down, a loud thump on the library carpet.
"Villain. Sit. Down."
Villain actually paused - not because of the command but because of Hero's tone.
They smirked, truly amused. "My, my. I didn't know you could sound so vicious," they crooned. They took a seat in the chair next to Hero instead of returning to the one across from them.
Hero glared at them with bloodshot eyes, then sighed, shoulders sagging with exhaustion.
Another hour passed in relative silence. Hero squinted at the back of the worksheet they were on. "Current? When...when did we get to current?" They'd been so focused they didn't even realize the topic changed.
Villain held the notebook up with both hands and tilted their head sideways as if to make better sense of the scribbled notes. Maybe they should help their nemisis with penmanship instead of math. Giving up, they set the notebook aside and snatched the sheet Hero was currently working on. "Resistance is measured in oums, not amps," they corrected. "Otherwise, this looks good."
"Don't say that like you're my tutor," Hero grumbled. They ignored the fact that the villain might as well be at this point. "...But thanks."
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Writing Prompt 100
Hero cried, clinging to Supervillain desperately.
“See, darling,” he murmured, brushing their hair almost tenderly. “See what happens when you try to help them?” The sobs only grew, tears soaking through Supervillain’s shirt, not that either cared enough to notice.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I thought-” a hiccup interrupted them, and Supervillain shushed them, leaning their cheek on the other’s head.
“I know, dear. You wanted to help. You’re sweet like that.” They waited for their child’s cries to quiet, pushing them away gently as they wiped remaining tears from their cheek. “Just let me handle this, now. I’ll make everything right, darling. You just stay here and be good.”
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Whumpril Prompt #17
Hallucination
TW: kidnapping, fever, restraints, possessiveness
“Mom, I think I’m sick. I don’t think I should go to school today.” Whumpees head pounded. Their throat was dry and their tongue felt swollen and heavy in their mouth.
“Mooom, please,” they whined. “I don’t think I can make it”. They tried to roll over in their bed but found themselves restricted for some reason. They pulled, and realized that it was at their wrists and ankles.
Slowly they gained consciousness, blinking blearily into the darkness. Their hands and feet were chained to the corners of the bed, spread eagle. The blanket was draped over them.
“Shhh honey, don’t worry. It’s just a little fever,” a voice said next to them.
“Mom?” Whumpee was confused. Why would mom chain them to the bed?
They tugged at the restraints. “Mom, wh -ugh-why am I -ugh- chained to the bed?” They kept pulling, chafing their skin.
“Don’t worry sweetie; it’s just a precaution to make sure you’re safe. We don’t want you scurrying away, now do we?” The voice was soothing, and calm. Why was whumpee afraid? It actually wasn’t too uncomfortable if they weren’t pulling. The mattress was soft and the pillow was cool, and they were so tired.
“Mkay mom… I don’t have to go to school though, right?” They mumbled.
“No dear, you’ll stay right here with me,” the voice responded. Whumpees breathing evened out as they quickly fell back asleep.
“You’ll be here with me forever.”
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Figured maybe I should give the writing snippets their own post, so here the twenty-two Soapghost sentences are again.
“I want to ride you.”
Johnny blinked, staring at Simon owlishly, certain he had misunderstood. They’d been lazily making out on the sofa and Johnny had just about been ready to lay back and pull Simon atop of him. Now, though, he felt off kilter. Simon never bottomed, at least not so far; he’d been very adamant about that. He wetted his lips. “Ye mean tha’?”
Simon scoffed. “Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”
He shifted closer, straddling Johnny’s lap, his fingers twitching slightly as he gripped Johnny’s waist.
Johnny let out a shuddering breath and brought his eyes up to meet Simon’s. He brushed his fingertips down the fabric of Simon’s shirt, feeling the heat of his skin seep through the fabric.
“Only if ya want to, Johnny.”
“Och aye, I wan’ tae. Jus’ surprised, is all.” He thumbed over a nipple starting to pebble under Simon’s shirt. “Don’ wan’ ye doin’ something ye’d rather no’ jus’ because I said I wouldnae mind topping sometime.”
He’d mentioned a few weeks ago that while he preferred bottoming, occasionally he did like to top.
Simon shook his head. “‘M not doin’ this because of that. I want to try it again. It’s been a very long time since I felt the need.”
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“Just so I have this right,” the doctor said. “One of your players showed up late to practice looking under the weather. You proceeded to allow him participate in training, even though he appeared uncoordinated and had trouble following instructions. At some point, he sustained an injury — a ball to the head that knocked him to the ground — after which he had trouble resuming play. Not only did you still allow him to continue training, you did not recommend afterwards that he should get checked out by a medical professional, and in fact sent him to lunch with full intention that he’d participate in weight training this afternoon as well. Do I have that right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Right. Well. He won’t be. If that wasn’t clear to you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
#writing snippet#from one of my whump prompt bingos#jamie tartt#ted lasso#rose for a snippet#sick fic combined with injury
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Imagine a villain straight refusing to fight another member of the Hero Team just cuz his hero archnemesis is not present
"Where are they?"
"Oh, not again." The protagonist could feel a headache coming on. "Look-"
"-Are they hurt?" The villain's eyes went dark and dangerous. "Who hurt them?"
"They're fine! Oh my god."
"Then where are they?"
The protagonist definitely had a headache. "It's their day off."
"They didn't tell me they had the day off. What's wrong?"
The really concerning part was that the hero probably would tell the villain which days they were working and which they weren't. The two of them were as bad as each other! The hero was going to be unbearable when they came back and found out that the team had fought the villain without them.
"Can we just get this over with?" the protagonist tried.
"No."
The protagonist sighed. They pinched the bridge of their nose and took a few deep breaths. "Okay," they said slowly. "But you realise I'm still going to have confiscate your nightmare robot."
"It's not for you. And don't think I didn't notice you dodging the question!"
The protagonist considered their options; lies, truth, everything in between.
The villain's nightmare robot hunkered down a little more pointedly in the middle of the bridge. Several people honked their horns. It was, honestly, embarrassing for everyone involved at that point.
"Their grandma died."
"Oh no." The villain's whole face softened. "Grandma L or Grandma P?"
Of course he knew the hero's grandparents. Of course he did. "Look, about the robot-"
"-I'll reschedule," the villain said.
"I can't let you keep the robot. My boss would have my head."
"That sounds like a 'you' problem. I have flowers to send."
The protagonist's eye twitched. "If you try and walk away with it-"
"-Do you really want to traumatize this entire bridge of innocent civilians?"
"I'm sure they're traumatized having to listen to you two idiots on a weekly basis."
"I'm taking the robot. When are they back?"
"They haven't said," the protagonist said, through gritted teeth. "As you know-"
"-They'll be doing all the funeral arrangements. Yeah. You know what, give me their number. I'll text them."
"I'm not giving you their number."
"Why not?"
"It's against policy."
"I'd like to express my condolences."
The protagonist looked them dead in the face. "Mm. That sounds like a 'you' problem. I have a robot to confiscate."
The robot slammed a fist into the bridge. It wobbled precariously.
The protagonist raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. They folded their arms across their chest.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" the villain snarled.
"I hate you too, don't worry."
"I should kill you."
"They'd have so much paperwork when they got back from the funeral. It would really improve their month, you killing me."
They ended up glaring at each other.
"If I give you the bloody stupid robot, will you give me their number?"
The protagonist smiled sweetly. "That's the only smart thing I've ever heard you say."
Everyone, generally, preferred it when the hero was around.
They all made sure it didn't happen again.
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a villain that can hypnotise people through touch
The hero feels themselves tripping over their own two feet as the imposing figure advances on them, until their back hits the wall with a solid thud. They attempt to keep their breathing under control, but it’s a difficult game.
“Where are you going?” The villain asks simply, as if they don’t already know the answer to the question. The hero grits their teeth, baring them viciously.
“Stay back,” they hiss. “I mean it.”
“Or else what?” The villain chuckles humourlessly, their cold eyes not leaving theirs for even a moment. “You know you can’t win this fight.”
“No,” they shakily whisper, their eyes desperately searching for a way to escape. They are not ignorant to the power that the villain possesses. The power that had kept them trapped in their clutches for far too long. “Give me a ten foot pole and I’ll find a way to keep you away from me.”
The villain raises a brow. “You don’t have one of those, doll.”
“Yeah?” They spit. “Wanna bet?”
The villain takes a measured step forward, and the hero’s narrowed eyes suddenly widen, pressing themselves closer against the wall until they’re impossibly flat.
“No, please,” they breathe, their face wrinkling in fear. “The people need me, Villain. Please, let me go back out there.”
The villain laughs coldly, like that’s funny.
“You should see yourself when you cling to me,” they respond coolly, their eyes flashing with something dangerous. “It’s cute. You make these little doe eyes that drive me crazy.”
“That’s not me,” they choke, their hands pressing into their chest. “These gaps in my memory, not knowing how much time has passed, what you’ve made me do – it’s torture.”
“It’s far from torture, doll,” the villain frowns, taking another step forward. The hero’s heart hammers in their chest, lodging in their lungs and making it difficult to breathe. “You don’t see how much you’re spoiled.”
The hero chokes on a hitched breath. “You get off on this sick power play. You take away people’s free will, make them into—”
“—nothing?” The villain interrupts sharply. Their expression darkens. “You’d never understand what it’s like from my perspective. You’re thinking too hard, yet so little. Why don’t you come here?”
The hero instantly shakes their head. “No. Stay away from me.”
“Then I come to you.”
“Stay away.”
The hero makes a desperate lunge in an attempt to escape, but the villain’s hand seizes their wrist instantly, and they gasp. Tingles reverberate through their skin, and they desperately try to yank away. Their grasp is unrelenting, and with each second that ticks by, the tingles grow stronger, spreading through their body like wildfire.
“Stop,” they gasp, their knees weak when they’re tugged closer. “Please, please stop.”
“Shh,” the villain hums, a warm hand cupping their cheek, making the hero’s throat close up. Their mind goes haywire. But when the villain speaks, when their skin touches theirs, their thoughts begin to die out.
“That’s it, doll,” they purr, brushing a thumb under their eye when a stray tear leaked down their cheek. “Just like that.”
It’s always beautiful when the thoughts leave their eyes, when their weakening struggles die down, and they go slack and pliant in their arms. The villain’s eyes crinkle with a smile, admiring the dazed expression on their face. It takes moments until all the fight is drained out of them.
“There you go,” the villain hums, and their touch makes the hero go all fuzzy and lightheaded. “Let’s go back, shall we?”
The hero obediently follows them along.
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The hero coughed blood.
Fucking shit, they thought frantically, hand pressed over the gaping wound in their side. Their new opponent packed a serious punch, more than what the agency had expected when they sent the hero out to stop them. Somehow they’d escaped, but not without the nasty stab to their stomach.
Class two villain my ass. The hero grunted as they stumbled into an alleyway, nearly slamming their shoulder into one of the brick walls. They slipped into damp corner and sat down gingerly, their breathing shallow. Cold sweat broke out on their forehead.
They shook the sputtering communication device on their wrist. Busted. The hero suddenly realized with disturbing clarity that they would die here if they didn’t get help soon, bleeding their guts out on the floor.
Blinding pain shot through their torso, and they closed their eyes, muscles clenching. They couldn’t stand up, not without passing out. And with their internal bleeding, pressure to the wound would be largely ineffective.
They were so totally fucked.
“Hero?”
The hero’s lids snapped open. The cloaked figure before them dipped and swayed, but they forced themselves to concentrate. No, that wasn’t their assaulter, that was—
“Villain,” they rasped.
“What are you doing all the way out here?” The villain’s tone was mocking, but could the hero hear a hint of concern?
The hero attempted a sloppy smirk as they approached. “Oh, y’know, just decided to get stabbed and die today. Regular hero shenanigans.” Shit, their words were slurring.
The villain didn’t respond, crouching down in front of them. Their fingers brushed over the throbbing cut on their cheek, ghosted over the bruise on their jaw—it was funny, the hero noted, how the villain's first instinct was to check their face—before trailing down to the still-bleeding wound at their side. Their hand paused.
The silence was so thick that the hero could hear their wavering heartbeat in their ears.
“Who did this to you.” The villain’s words were quiet. Deadly.
The hero choked on a disbelieving laugh. “Like you care,” they wheezed, but even they could hear the doubt in their own voice. When the villain continued to wait for an answer, they added, "One of your lackeys.” Their eyes fluttered as a wave of fatigue overwhelmed them.
The villain snapped their fingers. "Hey, stay with me." They gently removed the hero's limp hand from their side, examining the gash. They swore under their breath.
"That bad, huh," the hero huffed.
“This looks like [other villain]’s work,” the villain muttered. “Destroying your comms, letting you escape with a fatal wound, making you think you’ve gotten away when really,” their eyes slid up to meet the hero’s detached stare, “you’re on the brink of death.”
“How kind of them.”
The villain shook their head. “Why were you even fighting them? They’re superhero’s responsibility. You’re supposed to be going after me.” They paused, gaze darkening. “And only me.”
The hero shrugged minutely. “Agency assignment.” Their muscles clenched as white hot pain rattled through them again, leaving them weaker than ever. “Can you just kill me already? That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” They titled their head back against the wall and closed their eyes, feeling their body grow more distant by the second. “Just fucking do it.”
They heard the villain move, and they waited for the knife against their throat or the gun at their temple, but instead, gloved hands slid under their back and legs, lifting them up.
What? The hero shifted weakly, but the villain shushed them and bundled them closer to their chest.
“No questions. I’ve got you,” the villain murmured, holding them tightly as they sprinted down the alley, making sure they didn’t jostle their injury. “You can sleep now. I’ve got you.”
And the hero, somehow feeling safe in their enemy’s arms and too tired to wonder why they were being saved, succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness not a second later.
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part two
#this one’s longer than usual sorry#couldn’t help myself with the ‘who did this to u’ type shit#hero#villain#hero and villain#villain and hero#hero/villain#villain/hero#villain caretaker#possessive villain#but they’re kinda nice yk#enemies to lovers#maybe if u squint#my writing#writing snippet#villain-enthusiast
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Could you do uh some story about villain who betrayed hero but then regretted it, and hero hates his guts for it? I just want to see the world burn.
If u don't want to , that's fine, love ur writing, keep shining queen
“You…” The tears in the hero’s eyes blurred their vision and their mind alike. Their hand shook around the blade as they tried to let their own weight the work, instead of actively pushing it into the villain’s chest.
But the villain was just as determined as always, just as strong. None of them were happy about the situation. The hero saw it in their eyes.
Why did it have to come to this?
“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered and the hero could feel how their resistance weakened. Their weapon was already slicing up the villain’s suit.
For the first time, the hero didn’t have a plan. Their mind was full of rage and urged them to finish the job.
With the villain out of the picture, these feelings would go away. They would be able to sleep at night, they would be able to move on and get into a relationship. They wouldn’t dread the hours.
But they couldn’t. They couldn’t kill them, no matter how intense their pain was. They couldn’t kill this person who had shared a bed with them. Who had cared for them. Who had loved them.
Right before the blade could cut through flesh, the hero cursed and tossed it away. Tears of rage and grief ran down their cheeks and they could barely form any words as they sat on top of the villain and broke down into a million pieces.
Their tears fell onto the villain’s chest as their trembling fingers clawed at the villain’s suit. They wanted to make them suffer, they wanted to make them feel the kind of pain that they had experienced, that they were still going through.
But the hero knew violence wouldn’t ease their mind.
“Leave,” the hero said eventually. Their voice was shaking. “You have to leave.”
“Please, I am sorry. I didn’t lie about my feelings for you.” The villain’s voice was calm and calculated as so often but the hero could hear the little bit of desperation that came through.
“No, you have to leave.” The hero dried their tears with their sleeves. It was as if their heartstrings snapped. That kind of pain was completely different from all the wounds the hero was used to. Torn flesh and broken bones — all of that didn’t even come close to what they were feeling now.
“I am sorry, okay? I am sorry for lying. I’ve fallen for you, I cannot help it. I wasn’t supposed to but I did and I — I think about you and I miss you and it wasn’t supposed to be like this, okay!?” The hero shook their head.
“Leave the city,” they said. They had no other choice.
“No,” the villain said. Their eyes widened and instead of their calm demeanour, they panicked. They sat up and the hero stood up, ready to go. For the umpteenth time, their heart squeezed together until blood dropped. “I won’t leave you a second time. I don’t care if you stab me to death or poison me or beat me. I don’t care if you torture me. I won’t go. I will stay with you this time. I will make it up to you. Whatever you want. Tell me what to do and I will obey.”
“I don’t want you here,” the hero answered. “If you love me, you’ll be gone by tomorrow. You will never come back.”
“No, please.” The villain stood up and reached for the hero. Their hands found the hero’s forearms and for a second, the hero was back in their bedroom, waking up next to them. They were stitching up each other’s wounds. They were kissing at the kitchen table.
The hero pushed them away.
“You’re not welcome here anymore.”
“You know as well as I that we belong together,” the villain said. Despite the shock in their eyes, they seemingly tried to keep it together. To use reason instead of emotions. The hero cursed themselves. Even when they hated them, they knew them. They knew every single habit, every single detail. “This will haunt you.”
“You already do.” The hero paused and took one last look at the villain. “Don’t you ever come back.”
#kinda hate this but wtvr#BAM EXILED#writing snippet#heroxvillain prompt#heroxvillain snippet#heroes and villains#hero#villain#hero x villain#heroxvillain#an answer for an ask#request#angst
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scenario #2 - the hero’s in deep trouble
warning: wounds, implied violence
“What happened?”
”Nothing… and why would you care?” the hero snapped, having no patience for the villain's sudden kindness.
First, they broke their body yesterday during their fight, making the hero look weak in front of their team. Then they break into their apartment through the window, and to wrap it all up in a nice little bow, they had the audacity to ask if the hero was okay. Like they cared about them.
The villain slowly walked over to the hero leaning on their bedroom door. They softly brushed their hands over the hero’s wounds, making the hero wince. The hero hated the way their heart was beating in the villain’s presence.
The villain sighed, slowly lifting the hero’s arm, taking a disinfectant cloth from the first aid kit and quickly dabbing it over the angry bloody skin.
The hero sucked in a breath, and it scared them. Not the pain, no. The villain being so abnormally kind.
The worst part, it felt… good.
The hero sunk into the wood door, their eyes watching the villain’s handiwork closely. The villain's soft fingers stroked their arm as they tended the hero, leaving goosebumps all over, making their breath hitch.
The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was doing it to distract from the pain, or maybe they didn’t even realize they were unconsciously comforting them.
”Let me take care of you,” the villain murmured, still cleaning the wounds and looking them dead in the eyes.
The hero wanted them to. Let the same person who gave them these wounds clean them until the hero sank into their comfort.
They were in deep trouble.
The hero’s breath hitched, their body tensing when the villain's hand swiftly grabbed the hero’s chin. The only thing that didn’t completely scare the hero was that their grip was firm but still gentle.
”Then afterwards—”
The hero’s mouth fell slightly open as the villain came closer and closer to their face, their fingers rubbing back and forth.
Their eyes had that glint in them that killed. All the amusement, all the calmness from before had drained from their face. There was only anger left. The hero gulped.
”—You can enlighten me about the handprint on your face that I didn’t leave.”
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Prompt #254
Hero wrapped the emergency blanket around Villain's wet and trembling shoulders. "You know, when I let you escape into the woods, I didn't know you were going to get lost. Or that you sucked so bad that wilderness survival."
Villain managed a half-amused exhale through their clenched teeth. "And you know so much?"
"Actually, yes. My camp is about a mile over that ridge. You think you can make it that far?"
Villain fought their stiff legs into the standing position, stumbling a bit on the way up. "What, you can carry traumatized civilians, but can't spare a bit of muscle for your nemesis?"
Instead of quipping back, Hero suddenly scooped them into their arms. "I certainly can if you need me to."
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Writing Prompt 99
Supervillain looked out the window, over the vast expanse of the city. Their city. The one they’d fought tooth and nail for. The one that Superhero had seemingly decided should be burnt to the ground before it was allowed to thrive under Supervillain’s guidance.
Well, Supervillain thought, turning to look at Hero, chained to the floor in front of their desk. If we’re burning each others things like children play a game, Superhero…
They walked slowly to the figure in the room, kneeling down to grab Hero’s chin in their hand, staring at the glistening eyes with a sick pleasure pooling in their gut.
Let’s play.
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Whumpril Prompt #15
Mind Games
TW: brainwashing, non-con psycho analyzation (idk if that’s a word but I think it makes sense), torture, memory loss
I just love psychological warfare. I’ve been reading up on it quite a bit, and it is just so interesting. I know that sounds a bit wrong, but I can’t help it!
Brainwashing is just *chefs kiss*. When my pets are bad, they just get another round and it is absolutely lovely!!!
The blank stares in their eyes when I am finished is the bane of my existence. Unfortunately, none of my pets have been too terrible lately, so I haven’t been able to do it for a while. Maybe I’ll do it just for fun!!!
PET POV
Master is terrifying. Her mind games are awful. Sometimes we can tell when she is getting into that mood- she gets restless, and gets angry quickly, just waiting for one of us to mess up so she can experiment on us some more. It happened yesterday to number 7. He accidentally tripped- he is supposed to be the graceful one. Master didn’t even hesitate- she just grabbed his ear and tugged him to the room. When 7 came out a couple hours later, all the blood was drained from his face and he couldn’t even remember where our room was. I had to feed him because he couldn’t do it himself.
This meant that when master came out of the room, normally she would have been satisfied.
But today something was wrong. She wasn’t as normal and chipper as she typically was after a session. Instead, her face was dark and she looked the same as before. She walked out, and made eye contact with me. Crap.
She came over to me and I quickly looked down, trying to do my work with her staring.
“Number three?” She huffed. I looked up meekly.
“Yes, master?” This was going terribly.
“Come with me to the room.” She turned and walked back to the room. I was horrified. She already had a session! She never does two in one day! What did I do wrong??
I slowly stepped over to the room and opened the door. Master stood behind a table with arm and leg restraints. She beckoned.
“Come, lay down.”
#whump#whump writing#whumpee#writing snippet#whumper#whump prompt#whump community#whump scenario#whumpblr#whumpril#whumpril 2024
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