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venus-shadows · 2 years

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Can you continue the one where villain had nightmares?

snippet #5 | nightmare pt. 3

part one

part two

Since that night, Hero—albeit hesitantly at first— slept next to Villain.

Sometimes it would be Hero finding Villain knocking at their bedroom door with an unspoken invitation in their eyes. Other times, Villain could find Hero already laying in bed because, although this arrangement was supposed to be to help Villain, it seemed to help Hero sleep better too. But Hero would argue that it’s because the bed was simply just more comfortable. Not any other reason.

At this point, it was just routine. It was expected.

What Hero didn’t expect was being smacked in the back in the middle of the night.

“Augh, let me sleep,” Hero groaned, their pillow muffling the sound. They opened their eyes just enough to see that the room was still filled with darkness mixed with the filtering moonlight. There was no sign that the world was awake, which indicated to Hero that they shouldn’t be either.

Just as Hero was about to doze off again, there was another smack, eliciting a groan from them. God, Hero knew that Villain tended to move around at night—they had even been shoved off the bed once—but that didn’t make them any more used to it, especially when they were half asleep.

“What? It’s not even morning yet,” Hero hissed, sluggishly swatting their hand around.

Just as they were about to roll back over, they felt something clamp around their arm, Hero giving a startled squeak. They were most definitely awake now. Hero looked over to where their arm was being held captive and realized it was just Villain’s hand. They breathed out a sigh of relief, running a hand down their face. “Holy shit, you scared me-”

Hero suddenly stopped as they registered a slight tremor coming from their arm. Looking down, Hero took a better look at the small hand still gripped tightly. Was Villain… shaking? Confused, Hero squinted, trying to make out Villain through all the midnight shadows. Was it that cold in the room? It was the middle of summer.

Only then did Hero notice the tremble that wracked through Villain’s small frame and what sounded like faint, choked breaths coming from them.

“Villain?”

No answer came as Villain shook harder, a strangled sob escaping their lips. Hero reached their hand out cautiously, brushing the hair away from Villain’s face.

All of a sudden, Hero could see it. There, in the dim light filtering through the window, was the fear on their face. The terror. Even through the darkness, Hero could see how pale and sweaty they were. A shuddering breath escaped them and tears formed in the corners of their eyes before falling down their cheeks in silent sobs.

All evidence of sleep was gone in Hero as they watched Villain shrink in on themselves.

Hero finally came to their senses, their eyes softening. “Is it okay if I hug you?” They whispered. After a few moments, Villain gave a silent nod, already burying their head in Hero’s chest.

Hero quickly pulled Villain the rest of the way into their arms, holding them close and they shook. Hero rubbed small, soothing circles into Villain’s back as they felt the front of their shirt become damp with tears. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

Villain had yet to say a word. But it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they probably had a nightmare about Supervillain again. Although Villain hadn’t had a nightmare in a while since they began sleeping in the same bed, it was clear that the memories still plagued their mind.

Villain let out another sob, prompting Hero to squeeze them tighter.

“Villain…” They trailed off. Hero knew that Villain would be in no mood to talk right now, so they decided not to try asking for specifics. Villain would tell them when they were ready.

“We don’t have to talk about what happened,” Hero said gently. “Just focus on breathing.”

Hero gave a few slow, exaggerated breaths, hoping that Villain would try to follow the rhythm. For a while, their panic didn’t subside, Villain looking up to Hero frantically. But Hero gave them a soft smile and continued giving example breaths to guide Villain back down. After a few minutes, Villain’s sobs quieted and their breaths were no longer as rapid or stuttered. Nonetheless, Hero continued their rhythm.

“I’m sorry for not noticing before,” Hero mumbled in between.

Hero hoped that this wouldn’t deter them from asking for help in the future. Just witnessing the effect these nightmares had on Villain, Hero didn’t want them to go through it alone. It seemed like sleeping in the same bed had been somewhat of a solution. Just not for this night.

Hero was gently pulled from their thoughts when Villain gave Hero’s shoulder a few light pats as if to say, It’s not your fault.

The two settled into a comfortable silence with the occasional sniffle from Villain who, although their eyes were closed, looked more peaceful than before. This was nice. Hero wanted nothing more than to stay how they were and drift back to sleep.

Villain opened their eyes but didn’t meet Hero’s, instead choosing to stare at their chest. Suddenly Villain made a few swipes at Hero’s shirt. Hero furrowed their brows in confusion until Villain spoke.

“Sorry, I got your shirt all gross and snotty.” Their voice was hoarse.

Hero snorted, not expecting that to be the first thing Villain says that night.

“Dude, I got this shirt from H&M for like five dollars. I couldn’t care less.” Hero heard a small huff from Villain as they swatted at their shirt once more before resting their head into their chest. They laid there together in silence, listening to the soft breeze flow across the window and each other's soft breaths. Hero hummed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Their voice was so soft. If they had been talking to the Villain from before the mission, Hero would’ve cringed. But now, the fact that Villain was comfortable enough to confide in them for comfort made Hero’s heart swell.

Villain cleared the roughness from their throat before responding. “Yeah, it was just another nightmare.” Villain nervously glanced up, allowing their eyes to meet for a moment before looking away. In that quick second, Hero noticed that guilt etched into their face as Villain picked at the hem of their shirt.

Hero flicked at the worried lines in Villain’s forehead with their index finger. “Hey-!”

“Stop that. I told you to wake me up. I want to help you.”

Villain nodded.

“Thank you,” Villain whispered. Hero could feel their chest grow warm. Was this the first time Villain has thanked them? But before they could finish their thought, Villain added on.

“I didn’t know you were capable of being this nice,” Villain quipped.

Hero snorted, playfully flicking Villain in the forehead again. “Yeah yeah, love you too.” They smiled before going still, realizing what they said. Hero felt heat flood into their cheeks as they spluttered.

“Wait, I mean-”

They were interrupted by a laugh and a subsequent hand covering their mouth. “Shh, don’t ruin the moment.”

Suddenly, Villain shrieked as Hero stuck out their tongue onto their hand.

“You’re disgusting!” They screeched, shoving Hero so abruptly that they flailed off the side of the bed onto the floor.

Hero howled with laughter as they watched Villain frantically wiping their hand on the blanket. “You were asking for it,” Hero cackled, clutching onto their stomach.

Villain tried shooting a glare at Hero, who was still splayed out on the floor, before dissolving into a fit of laughter as well.

Hero was glad to have Villain back.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #writing #writeblr #nightmare #sharing a bed #comfort

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venus-shadows · 2 years

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wow!! I love your writing, so keep it up!

snippet #2 | kidnapped pt. 2

hey everyone! sorry for falling off the face of the earth for over two months. school has really been kicking my butt. but since i had some free time, i decided to finish up one of my wips! i hope this is okay :) also i just wanted to say that whenever i get comments like these, it really does warm my heart and motivates me to keep writing. so thank you to everyone who takes time out of their day to read my work!

part one

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Sidekick always hated this part.

There was a constant hum of anxiety that came with not knowing what mood Hero might be in that day when they returned to their home.

Sorry, not home, headquarters.

Could Sidekick ever consider this a home? For as long as they remembered, they always longed for somewhere that they could truly call their own, where the walls were thick and the ground sturdy enough to keep them steady.

But this place was nothing more than shelter from the howling wind and harsh realities of being utterly stuck. It was a place that would keep them off those filthy streets. It was a place that reminded them that they were there to be, at the very least, useful. It all made Sidekick feel sick.

It’s not like they had many options. In fact, it was only by chance that they had ended up in such an unlikely place. Their contract promised Sidekick a permanent residence at Hero’s headquarters. And at that time, that was all Sidekick cared about. They wished for someplace where they belonged. They wished to be loved and wanted. They wished to have a place where they could relish in the feeling of freedom from the responsibilities of being a sidekick, even if it only lasted for so long before they had to settle back down into the same old routine.

They wished they hadn’t been so stupid.

Sidekick cringed as the door creaked, echoing down the eerily halls. Hero hated it when they shut the door too loudly. They made that mistake enough times already. Sidekick realized that their footsteps were a little too heavy as they made their way down the corridor, but they couldn’t find it in them to care. Right now, all they wanted to do was go to their room and sleep. Sleep off everything that happened. But of course, they don’t get that luxury.

“Sidekick.”

Sidekick whipped their head towards the door where Hero was now staring them down. Those familiar eyes pierced right through them.

“What took you so long?” Hero growled lowly as they took stalking steps towards them. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago so we could execute our attack on Other Villain.”

Sidekick’s body turned stiff, their heart suddenly pumping much harder than before. How did they forget? Their only objective was to sneak into Villain’s lair and find the blueprints that outlined their attack on the city. But obviously, Sidekick hadn’t originally planned on getting caught less than a minute into their operation. The sudden confrontation with Villain had made them lose track of time completely.

Sidekick fidgeted, chewing at their lip nervously as they debated on what to do. Tell the truth. Maybe if they explained their situation, Hero would let them off the hook this one time.

Sidekick swallowed dryly. “I was caught by Villain,” they said quietly, keeping their eyes cast just to the side of Hero’s face. They didn’t know if they could handle their eye contact right now.

But even from where they were gazing, they could see the dramatic shift of Hero’s face. “That doesn’t explain why you’ve ruined the rest of our plans. And look at me when I’m talking to you."

The silence was suffocating.

Sidekick flinched violently as Hero slammed their fist against the table. Fuck fuck fuck. They looked back at the spot and realized there was now a sizable dent in the solid metal. Sidekick didn’t even want to think about what Hero was capable of doing to them.

Hero was already dangerously close, so close that Sidekick could feel the heat radiating from their body. That anger that they normally reserved for villains seemed to be present in these moments and Sidekick couldn’t help but feel cornered.

Hero let out a guttural scream. “I said look at me! I’ve been planning this attack for months. Now we’ve missed our only chance because of you!”

Sidekick opened their mouth to respond but no words came out. No excuse they could make up would shield them from Hero’s wrath. Sidekick’s eyes locked onto the ground as shame flooded their system.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sidekick tried saying. Their voice came out quiet. Too quiet to appease the enraged hero next to them.

“But why didn't you come looking for me?" Sidekick’s voice broke, barely above a whisper but still loud enough to hear the adrenaline raging through their veins.

Hero scoffed. “And what? Waste my entire afternoon looking for your pathetic ass? Your mission was simple enough. If you couldn’t make it back in one piece, I have no use for someone like you."

The words hit Sidekick like a knife in their chest. It’s not like this was the first time Hero said that. But every single one hurt more than anything else had before. Every word was a punch that shook Sidekick until their body shook with sobs. Each insult made it harder and harder for Sidekick to breathe.

“I always try so hard to be by your side whenever you need me. But you didn’t even come for me. It’s like you don’t even care!” It came out bitter. Almost angry. A tone that Sidekick always knew to avoid when it came to Hero. But it was too late. Hero’s eyes burned with an intensity that made Sidekick’s stomach drop.

“What did you just say to me?” The question was asked softly, but with an edge to it that Sidekick knew better than to fall for. Sidekick shrunk into themselves instinctively, feeling the tears welling behind their eyes, threatening to spill over their cheeks.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed them by the shoulders, shoving them against the wall with such force that they heard a sickening crack. Sidekick cried out as Hero forced them to meet their glare which was contorted into something ugly and frightening.

“Everything I do is to make you stronger. You are the way you are because of me!” Hero screamed. “Without me, you are nothing!”

Sidekick’s legs shook. They tried to shrink away from them, but Hero’s grip continued to tighten. They were helpless.

“Are you crying?” Hero sneered, a mocking laugh escaping their lips. “What are you, a toddler?” Before Sidekick could respond, Hero’s hand came down hard across Sidekick’s face, sending their head reeling back. Sidekick stifled a cry as fire flashed across their cheek, steadying themselves before they fell. They turned towards Hero. Their eyes were wild.

“You know, I thought that since you were finally able to do something for yourself, that maybe all that training paid off,” Hero spat. “Obviously, you haven’t quite learned.”

A metallic taste covered Sidekick’s mouth. Whether it was from their punctured bottom lip from pulling it between their teeth or whether they accidentally bit their tongue in shock, Sidekick didn’t know. They didn’t notice the tears slipping past them, but when their vision began to blur and their breaths became erratic, it was too late.

Hands dug into Sidekick’s already raw wrists, yanking them from the ground and dragging them towards the door. Sidekick’s feet stumbled as they tried to keep up with Hero’s angry strides. “W-What are you doing?” Sidekick struggled.

Hero yanked harder. “I’m teaching you a lesson that better fucking stick this time.”

Sidekick felt another sharp pull on their wrist as they were dragged further along. “Stop! Please stop!” Their voice cracked as they begged. But their cries went unnoticed as Hero threw Sidekick onto the wet pavement. Sidekick cried out in pain, feeling the rough gravel digging and tearing into their skin.

“Come back when you’ve proven yourself useful for once. You better hope Villain doesn’t come after you again.”

Sidekick collapsed to one knee, trying desperately to catch their breath as they watched Heroes’ form recede out of sight. They leaned forward, elbows digging into the ground. As the burning slowly subsided, Sidekick’s hands went to their face. It burned. A throbbing ache bloomed on their cheeks. They touched the tender flesh. Blood coated their fingers.

With their lungs burning with every inhale, they rolled onto their side, whimpering as the gravel dug deeper into their skin. It took everything within them to sob out loud.

Sidekick didn’t dare move further. No matter how much their heart hammered against their chest. They just wanted to lay down and pretend this never happened. They didn’t want to feel anything anymore. They were tired. If it meant not having to deal with their current situation then so be it. If it meant not dealing with the guilt eating away at their insides.

Their head pounded as they tried to force their eyes to stay open but they felt heavy. Sidekick collapsed to their side, feeling like they might die there on those same filthy streets as before. The last thing they remembered was the cast of a shadowy figure above them before everything went black.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #whump #writing #writeblr #snippet #hero #villain #angst #tw

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venus-shadows · 3 years

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Will you continue writing snippet #1? IT'S AMAZING I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU CAN'T END IT LIKE THAT

But still it's your choice, have a nice day

im glad you liked it!! that makes me really happy :D and i do plan on continuing it. it's just that school just started back up for me, so im not sure when im going to get around to it. but i do hope to continue snippet #1, along with a few others, in the future :)

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venus-shadows · 3 years

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That one with the villain having a nightmare was awesome! Really good job! Usually the trope involves a crying hero not a villain which was an amazing change. I love villains who are so vulnerable like that, especially when the caretaker never thought that they had the ability to be.

So, may I ask for a continuation if you are willing? No pressure and I hope you have a great day!

snippet #5 | nightmare pt. 2

thank you so much! i'm glad there are people enjoying what i write :D hopefully part two is just as good! (edit: made a few corrections!)

part one

part three

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Villain was avoiding them. That much was obvious.

It had been a few days since that night and, despite living in the same fucking house, Hero barely saw Villain.

The morning after falling asleep on the cold kitchen floor, Villain acted like nothing happened, picking themselves up without a word and immediately retreating back to their room to get dressed.

Later when they went searching around the power plant Hero swore Villain was purposely following extra far behind them. The entire time, it was silent. Hero tried to engage Villain in conversation, but they were quickly shut down with monosyllabic responses. Although it annoyed Hero, especially when they were trying to get their input on the location, they understood that Villain probably felt residual awkwardness from the previous night. After the fourth or fifth try, Hero decided to give it a rest, forcing them back into uncomfortable silence.

Even over the course of the next few days when they were supposed to be discussing their next plan of action, Villain was quiet, often making the excuse that they were too tired. Not that it was too surprising. It seemed that if Villain was still waking up in the middle of the night, they were determined to hide it. Despite Hero never being woken up again since that night, the bags under Villain’s eyes grew darker and darker.

At this point, it was just irritating.

After the third day of Villain leaving Hero home alone, this time with the excuse of searching the area alone, Hero was fed up with it. If Villain wasn’t going to talk to them, they were going to find a way to make them talk.

Was it weird that Hero was purposely staying up past midnight to try and catch Villain awake? Maybe. Okay, Hero could acknowledge that this was a bit strange. But it was all for the sake of the mission.

With their door cracked open, they laid in their bed, listening for any signs of life from next door.

But it wasn’t long before Hero became impatient. Why did this have to be so difficult? They had no idea how much time had passed, but Hero didn't know if they could wait much longer.

What better way to kill time than to have a midnight snack? Sluggishly, Hero pulled themselves out of bed. But just as they stepped into the hallway, they heard a faint sniffle. Hero’s head turned towards Villain’s door. Hesitantly, they gave three soft knocks, letting them echo throughout the hall.

A few beats passed and there was still no answer. Hero faltered. Would’ve it been smarter to just leave them alone? Before they could change their mind and turn back to their room, the door slowly creaked open.

The first thing Hero noticed was a pair of familiar glossy eyes staring back at them. Villain ran a hand through their hair and cleared their throat as if trying to rid of any evidence of their disheveled state.

“Hero, what are you doing awake?”

“You had another nightmare, didn't you?”

Wow, very straight to the point, Hero chastised themselves. They prayed that Villain wouldn’t slam the door in their face.

Villain narrowed their eyes. “Why? Did I wake you up again?” They tried to keep their voice sounding indifferent, but Hero recognized the underlying guilt in their question.

“I was already awake.” Hero decided to keep it at that. If Hero explained what exactly they were doing up, Villain might immediately end the conversation.

Admittedly, Hero hadn’t really plan anything past this point. At the rate the two had been going over the past few days, Hero was surprised Villain even opened the door. But now, Villain was eyeing them expectedly and Hero didn't really have anything prepared. They opened their mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What do they even say?

Villain looked utterly confused, trying to decipher what Hero was still doing at their door. “...did you want to come inside?” Villain asked slowly, stepping to one side.

“Uh...sure.”

A few moments passed as Hero awkwardly shuffled into the room. It was quite a normal bedroom, a lot less dark and evil than Hero expected. Though, Villain’s entire house was a lot more normal than they expected when they first arrived.

Villain stood by the window silently, pursing their lips with their gaze cast away from Hero. They looked so uncomfortable, almost like they were trying to resist their instinct to flee the room and hide. Hero hated that whatever allyship they built over their time on this mission was torn to shreds from that one night.

Hero felt as though they were invading Villain’s privacy, coming into their room announced and unprepared. The air felt so suffocatingly awkward. Hero hated it.

Villain sighed. “Well if don’t have anything to say, you can go back to sleep-”

“Can you please stop avoiding me?” Hero blurted out. They internally cringed at how embarrassingly desperate they sounded. But they pushed on.

“Look, I understand that you aren’t used to opening up to people and shit. But if it means you’ll start talking to me and actually be able to function during our patrols, let me help you.”

Villain scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry that being my partner is such a burden on you,” they said flatly.

Hero groaned, running a frustrated hand down their face. “I swear to- you know that's not what I meant! I just want to help.”

Villain rolled their eyes, turning to face the window and waving their hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You can take you and your hero complex back to your room.”

“Oh my god. Is it that hard to believe that I might care about you?”

Hero’s words rang in the air as the night plunged into silence. Villain shoulders were visibly tense in bewilderment, slowly turning back around to face Hero. “What?”

This isn’t really where they thought this was going to go. Hero swallowed.

“Before we were sent on this mission, I didn’t really like you-” Villain opened their mouth to argue, but Hero cut them off to continue.

“-but now that we’ve been spending more time together, I’ve come to trust you more. I want you to trust me too and not keep me at a distance all the time. I want you to feel comfortable enough to express basic human emotions at the very least.”

Hero took a step towards Villain. “Please, I don’t want to go back to how we were before. I know I’m an asshole sometimes, but I’m not going to judge you.”

Hero watched conflict flicker in Villain’s eyes. They really hoped they hadn’t gone too far. Hero tried to will away their doubts before they lost their nerve. But as time passed, Hero became less and less sure of themselves.

Finally, Villain let out a sigh, their expression softening. “Okay, okay, fine. But no more sappy shit. It’s gross.”

Villain turned back to look outside their window. Despite their words, Hero could see their shoulders relax and could feel the tension between them dissipate. Hero smiled softly to themselves, joining Villain at the window. The crickets' annoying chirp was back, but right now Hero couldn't find it in them to care. The pair stood there in silence, admiring the dainty sliver of moon in the midnight sky.

Hero was the first to break the silence. “When was the last time you had a full night of rest?”

Hero could see Villain shrug out of the corner of their eye. “I don’t know, maybe a few weeks ago?”

Hero whipped their head towards them, startling Villain as their eyes met. “Villain, that was literally before we were even stationed here!”

Hero put their hands up in surrender as Villain glared daggers at them.

“Sorry, my bad. I just wish there was a way to fix it.”

Hero thought for a moment, glancing around the room. Villain's eyes followed them as Hero steps away from the windowsill, making their way to Villain's bed.

A small hint of pink dashed Villain’s cheeks. "W-What are you doing?”

Hero settled themselves under the covers, pulling back the other side to make room for Villain. “I read that sleeping next to someone reduces the chances of having a nightmare,” Hero said factually, trying to sound confident. But their bright red face said otherwise.

Hero watched as Villain’s eyes flickered between them and the empty half of their mattress. For a moment they heavily resembled a poor deer caught in headlights.

Hero shifted with uncertainty. “I’m not going to force you to if you actually don’t want to. But I feel like you’re avoiding it because of that stoic facade you insist on keeping up.”

Villain hesitated, chewing at their lip, a nervous habit Hero picked up on. “But...what if I wake you up?”

“It’s fine. I’d rather you wake me up so I can help you than have you half asleep the next time we go out.” Hero patted the empty space beside them impatiently.

“Hurry up and lay down before I change my mind.”

Finally, Villain caved in, stepping forward and carefully laying down facing away from Hero. Thank god the lights were off because Hero didn't know if their face could get any redder.

Right as Villain's head hit the pillow, they sighed in exhaustion as they melted into the bed. Hero swallowed at the sight of Villain before abruptly turning to face the other way. Soon, the silence was filled with Villain’s rhythmic breath.

As they listened to their soft sounds, Hero could feel their eyelids growing heavier. Just before their eyes fluttered closed, they exhaled gently.

“We'll get Supervillain," Hero whispered into the darkness. "I'll make sure of it."

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero and villain #writing #writeblr #snippet #nightmare #comfort #sharing a bed

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venus-shadows · 3 years

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masterlist

everything listed here is my own writing. it'll most likely be entirely hero x villain.

hero x villain

snippet #5 | nightmare — hero is abruptly awoken in the middle of the night by a strange noise. turns out it is villain. what are they doing awake?

part one

part two

part three

part four (WIP)

snippet #4 | thief — villain takes a stroll through town, coming across an unexpected thief.

snippet #3 | distraction — with all the popularity and glamour, sometimes being hero can become a little too much.

snippet #2 | kidnapped — hero's sidekick gets captured by villain. villain makes a disturbing discovery.

part one

part two

snippet #1 | doorstep — after being chased and injured, hero finds themselves at villain's doorstep.

#masterlist #hero x villain #hero and villain #snippets

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venus-shadows · 3 years

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snippet #5 | nightmare

hey again! sorry for the late update, this is a lot longer than i expected. i also was very unmotivated. but hopefully this is ok!

part two

part three

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Hero took in a deep breath as they rubbed the grogginess from their eyes. They should probably go back to sleep. They had no idea what time it was. But based on the dark shadows being cast across the room, it was definitely way-too-early-to-be-awake o’clock.

Hero groaned as they rolled over against their sheets, their eyes settling on the alarm clock ticking away on the nightstand. They watched as the little hands of the clock clicked ahead at an agonizing pace. Between the ticking clock and their inability to rest their heavy eyes, Hero was beginning to become more aware of their growing headache. Why can't they just fall back asleep?

It was only then that Hero realized something.

They don’t own an alarm clock.

They immediately jolted their body upright, eyes darting around anxiously as the room came back into focus. The walls, the chairs, the bed. This was not their house. Where were they? Hero’s breath came out labored as they tried to calm themselves down enough to think. Just think. Recollect something, anything, that would give them a clue to how they got here.

That’s when they realized.

Hero let out a groan of annoyance as their memories of the past few days began catching up with them. This was Villain’s house. Although they argued with their agency against being stationed there, Hero was told they and Villain were going to be using this as their headquarters until they completed their mission against Supervillain. Hero winced, realizing that they should probably apologize to the poor secretaries that witnessed their tantrum. But good news, they hadn’t been kidnapped after all.

Hero laid their head back down and sighed, allowing the worry to dissipate. They should really get to sleep, considering the sheer amount of work that was ahead of them.

Just as they were closing their eyes, a loud thump shocks them back on alert. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. Thoughts began whirling around in Hero’s panicked mind, thoughts of Supervillain’s henchmen or violent ambushes. Breathe, Hero told themself. There was another thump. Quietly, they rose from the covers. They hastily grabbed their mask from the nightstand and adjusted it on their face as they crept towards the sound.

Turning the corner, their eye caught the side of a silhouette standing, back turned, in front of the kitchen cabinets. Was that...Villain?

Although their anxiety had subsided, knowing they weren’t in any danger, annoyance quickly replaced it. Hero ripped off their mask, making their glowering expression even more apparent. “What the fuck are you doing out here?”

Villain kept their back turned to Hero.“What are you doing out here?” They hissed back.

Nice. Attitude. Just what they needed tonight. If Hero wasn't so drained from the adrenaline rush, they would’ve punched Villain right there.

“Well,” they said through gritted teeth, “I was trying to sleep before someone started stomping their way through the house.”

Villain gave a dry, humorless laugh. “I truly apologize for ruining your night. You can go fuck off now.”

But Hero didn't leave. They stood there, confused, as Villain continued searching through the crowded cabinets above them. They hadn't made it any clearer to what they were doing up in the middle of the night. Villain paused for a moment, their shoulders hunching up to their ears. "I can feel you staring at me. Go away.”

“I need to make sure you aren’t planning something.”

Villain groaned. “Whatever.” They said, rooting around in the area for something that they seemed quite distressed about not being able to find as they muttered curses under their breath.

For a moment, there were only the sounds of clanking dishware and the faint chirping of the crickets outside. Hero shifted uncomfortably at the tension in the air, tugging on the sleeves of their sweater. They could have just turned around and gone back to bed. While Hero had begun trusting Villain little by little over the past few days, they still weren’t completely there. This mission was literally having a villain work against another villain. It was quick to ring some alarm bells when Hero first heard about the arrangements for this mission. Who knows what Villain was capable of alone with Hero. And tonight, they were definitely acting a bit unusual, even for their standard. Curiosity got the better of Hero.

“Whatcha looking for?”

Villain closed a drawer with far more force than seemed necessary. “None of your business.” They responded sharply.

Even from a distance, Hero could sense Villain’s tension with the way their shoulders stiffened and their movements were rigid. Worry lines rippled across Hero’s forehead. Did Villain know something Hero didn’t? Was it something to do with Supervillain? Did the two of them have more trouble in store for them than expected? If they did, Hero should probably know since they were partners for the time being. Hero wasn’t too particularly stoked with the idea that their plans might be ruined this early on.

Hero cautiously inched a little closer to their occupied nemesis. “Villain, is something wrong?” Silence. Hero cautiously reached out a hand, putting it on Villain’s shoulder, hoping to get their attention. “Hello-”

Villain whipped their head around, roughly pushing Hero’s hand away. “Fuck off!” They growled. Hero took a few steps back in shock, taking in the Villain’s appearance. They looked like shit. Despite the darkness, Hero could still make out their puffy eyelids and the frazzled hair taking over their blotchy cheeks. Although they were trying to shoot daggers at Hero, Villain’s expression lost its edge as Hero noticed the prominence of their red-tinged eyes.

If Hero wasn’t confused before, they were definitely confused now. Not once, in all their days of fighting, has Hero ever seen Villain cry. Tear up? Sure. But by how much moonlight was reflecting off their cheeks, it was clear they had been shedding more than just a few tears.

As if realizing their physical state along with Hero’s stares, Villain quickly turned back around, rummaging through their cabinets until letting out a small sigh of relief. “Thank God,” Villain breathed, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. But before Villain could uncork the bottle, Hero snatched it from their grasp.

“What the fuck? Give it back, this is literally my house,” Villain scowled, trying to grab it from behind Hero’s back.

Hero swatted them away. “Villain, it’s two in the morning and we have to go scouting later. I don’t want to have to deal with your hangover.”

“Just give it back. I need it.”

“Give me one good reason why I should jeopardize this mission just so you could get drunk off your ass.”

Hero watched an internal conflict play across Villain’s face, as they opened their mouth, then closed it. Hesitantly, they decided to speak, averting their gaze to the tile floor. “...I had a nightmare,” they said with a thickness in their voice.

Hero blinked. Are you fucking kidding me?

“Aww, who knew the city’s most feared villain turns into a cry baby after some bad dream?” Hero sneered. This was ridiculous. All of this because of a nightmare? “You’re an fucking adult, Villain. Do you not care about this mission? We have to be up at seven tomorrow morning and here you are ready to throw that all away over some nightmare? If I knew this is how you’d act, I would’ve pushed harder for a different partner-”

“Fuck you!” Villain’s voice cracked as they shouted, jabbing a furious finger at Hero’s chest. Surprised by their sudden outburst, Hero faltered back, knocking into the marble kitchen island. “You’re such an asshole! Just give me the fucking bottle! Shit-” Villain’s shot up to cover their mouth as they tried to wrest away the sobs that were trying to resurface. But once that first tear broke free, the rest quickly followed. Villain crumbled to the ground, the emotional weight becoming too much as they curled in on themselves. Their lip quivered as they took in heavy, stuttered breaths.

Hero’s mouth made an “o” shape, frozen in place. They stood there, eyes wide, as Villain broke down in front of them. Never before had Hero had seen Villain so small. Sure, they’ve bantered before, even had screaming matches leaving both of them huffing and red in the face. But never anything like this. Nothing even close. Hero’s felt their chest tighten with guilt.

Villain scrubbed at their tear-stained face with trembling hands. “God,” they croaked, their voice scratchy and raw. “I just want to get some sleep. Please.”

Hero had no idea what to do in this type of situation.

They reached a hand out in front of Villain. “Here, you should at least get up-”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Villain snarled.

Hero flinched at their tone, retracting their hand, but understood that they probably deserved it. They debated on what to do for a few moments. Hero fiddled around in the kitchen before returning to Villain’s spot on the floor and sliding down beside them.

“Here, drink this,” Hero said, setting a glass of water on the floor in front of Villain.

Villain eyed the cup, then Hero. “Why?”

“It’s not whiskey, but I think it should do,” Hero said, rubbing at the nape of their neck. They positioned themselves on the ground a few feet away from Villain.

Villain left the water untouched, their elbows resting on their knees as their hair hung around their face.

The two of them sat there in silence.

Hero hesitated. It was true, they and Villain weren’t quite civil before they were sent on this assignment. They argued, they fought. But now, Villain was unnervingly quiet and vulnerable. Hero didn't like it.

Hero cleared their throat. “Do you, uh, want to talk about it?”

Hero watched as Villain’s expression scrunched up into one of distaste. “Definitely not.”

“It might make you feel better.”

“Okay, fine. Let me put it this way. I don’t want to talk about it with you.”

“Why not? I’m not too bad of a listener.”

Villain scoffed, shaking their head. “What makes you think I’d spill my sob story to you of all people? Hero, you were literally mocking me about it before. It’s already pathetic that you found me like this in the first place,” Villain said, turning their head to the side to hide their burning face.

Hero grimaced as they were reminded of their previous harsh statements, feeling the seed of guilt grow in their chest. They wished they could take back what they said. Hero pursed their lips. “It’s not pathetic,” they said quietly, picking at the skin around their thumb. “Look, I know I was being an ass about it before. But if it’s bothering you, it must’ve been something serious. I want to help you.” There was an unusual amount of softness in their voice.

No response. A minute passed and there was no sound except for Villain’s measured breathes.

Maybe this was a bad idea. They should’ve turned back to bed to begin with. The silence stretched on until the weight was unbearable for Hero. They sighed, muttering a quick apology under their breath, going to stand up from their seat.

Then, there was a small voice.

“It was when I was hired by S-Supervillain,” Villain began quietly, their voice dull as if to keep themselves from getting upset. “To work on some weapon they were planning on deploying.”

Villain swallowed hard. “I did that for a while.”

Hero knew about the weapon. Their agency informed them about some new technology that Supervillain had been developing, which was why they were deployed. Villain and Supervillain’s previous allyship definitely worried Hero, but they remained silent waiting for Villain to continue.

“But slowly as they told me their plans, I… it was horrifying,” Villain said, their eyes much glossier than before.

“Hero, if you knew what they wanted to do, what they were capable of doing...” Their words tapered off.

“When Supervillain realized we weren’t on the same page, they...they-” Villain’s breath hitched as their whole body shook. Hero’s chest ached as they watch Villain’s composure crumble in front of them. Villain pressed the heels of their palms against their closed eyelids trying to maintain their calm.

Despite already witnessing Villain cry that night, seeing them crack again still gave Hero the same uneasy feeling. Hero swallowed thickly, trying to figure out what they should do. Normally if someone was crying, they would reach out to comfort them, ground them in some way. But they didn’t want to risk this moment. They settled on slowly placing a hand on Villain’s knee, giving enough time to them to move or swat Hero away.

But they didn't. Villain took a moment to steady their breathing, and they ran their fingers through their greasy hair, allowing Hero’s comforting touch to stay.

“God, I had never been more terrified in my life.”

Hero remembered a few months ago when there was suddenly no crime activity from Villain, seeming to have fallen completely off the radar. They recalled being suspicious, but also incredibly worried, going on patrol every night trying to get a glimpse of their nemesis but ultimately getting none for weeks. What did Supervillain do to them to make them react like this? With Villain quivering under their hand, they decided that now wasn't the time to push.

Villain sniffed, wiping the rest of the stray tears from their face. “I guess being on this mission made the memories come back.”

Hero’s expression softened, thumb unconsciously rubbing small circles into their knee. “I...I’m so sorry, Villain. I had no idea.”

“No one did,” Villain admitted, though it wasn’t hard to believe. Villain was always a private person. “I wanted to keep it that way. But it’s too late for that.” They laughed weakly, hoping it would lessen the heavy tension. It fell flat. Villain cleared their throat and forced a bit of their usual indifferent facade on. Hero recognized their embarrassment.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” Hero blurted before realizing what they were asking. Their face flared up as they instantly began backtracking. “Wait, I mean, uh. I-I know it might be kinda weird, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but-”

Before Hero could finish, they felt Villain gently lean their head against Hero’s shoulder. At first, Hero sat there stiffly, as if any movement would scare Villain off. But after a few moments, Hero allowed themselves to relax, hesitantly wrapping one arm around the drained Villain as they seemed to melt into the embrace.

The pair sat there in silence for a few minutes, with only the hushed sounds of the night around them along with Villain’s steady breathing.

“We should head to bed soon if we want to wake up on time for the next step in our plan,” Villain said, their voice gruff with sleep. They seemed to sink deeper into Hero.

“We should,” Hero hummed, settling their head atop of Villain's.

Neither made a move to get up.

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snippet #4 | thief

Villain definitely wasn’t expecting this to unfold when they went on a stroll through the city that night.

After walking around the block a few times, they were about to turn home when they heard someone curse under their breath followed by the jingling of what sounded like a lock. Villain rounded the corner to catch a tall dark hooded figure fiddling with the padlock protecting what appeared to be a store. Their curiosity overwhelmed them, pushing Villain to stay silent.

Villain watched as they continued to struggle for a few seconds before seven audible clicks and one last tug made the lock fall into the person’s hands. With the chains undone, the burglar hastily entered. It was only right that the Villain followed them shortly after.

Villain kept a safe distance away, not wanting to give away their position. But the thief quickly caught on.

The hooded figure’s steps faltered for a moment, clutching the bag of stolen goods closer to their chest.

“Hello?” They called out as if sensing the villain’s presence. Was that...Hero’s voice? As they anxiously scanned the area, the person let their hood fall around their shoulders, giving Villain a full view of their face. Yep, that was most definitely Hero.

A mischievous grin erupted on Villain’s face. This was quite an interesting sight. Why not have some fun. Villain cleared their throat.

“Police! Put your hands up!” Villain barked in the lowest voice they could muster.

Hero let out a panicked squeak as they whipped their head around, their eyes meeting. Hero stood there frozen like a deer in headlights, a look of terror etched into their face. When they realized who it was, the fear dissipated from their eyes as Villain began howling in laughter.

“Breaking and entering in the middle of the night?” Villain said, still coming down from their fit. “I never thought a righteous hero like you would willingly commit a crime.”

“What are you doing here?” Hero hissed. They shifted their weight nervously, causing a rustling sound to emit from behind their back.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Villain’s gaze landed on the white plastic bag that was peeking out from behind Hero’s legs. “And what do we have here?” Hero let out a small gasp as Villain snatched the grocery bag from their grasp. “What a naughty little hero. Let’s see what you were planning on swiping tonight.” Before Hero could protest, they tipped the bag on its side.

But as the contents of the bag spilled onto the check-out counter, Villain could only stare in utter confusion. Paper reams, pencils, notebooks, a calculator. They were stealing...school supplies?

Villain looked over towards Hero, whose head was now hung in shame. After an uncomfortably long silence, Hero cleared their throat. “School is starting back up and being a hero doesn’t exactly pay too well,” they muttered, shoving their hands into their hoodie pockets.

Seeing Hero like this was so...out of place. Villain was aware that, outside of the suit, Hero was just like any other person. But seeing Hero so vulnerable and small made Villain uneasy. Villain didn’t know whether this whole situation was funny, or just plain sad.

Hero coughed, anxiously running a hand through their hair. "So...are you going to turn me in or something?"

Villain’s expression softened as they brought their gaze back up to Hero. Without saying a word, they began grabbing each of the discarded items and placing them gently back into the bag.

“What are you-”

“You should be more careful next time. Calling out like that and being so irresponsible could’ve gotten you caught by police,” Villain chastised, pressing the bag back into the Hero’s arms. “You’re lucky the security system sucks here.”

Before Hero could process their own confusion, Villain reached towards them, gently pulling Hero’s hood back over their head. “Now get out of here before you actually get arrested.”

For a moment, all that could be heard was faint buzzing of the overhead lights and the shuffling of Hero's bag.

“I-I...Thank you,” Hero said.

And with that, Hero fled the scene, leaving Villain alone in the quiet, empty building.

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The next morning, Hero was rudely awakened by a knock at their door. Blinking away the bleariness in their eyes as they opened up, only to be greeted by a blast of the chilly morning air. Realizing the whoever originally knocked was nowhere to be seen, they cast their attention on the lone backpack sitting on their doormat.

Hero’s face burned as they read the note that was taped on top. Your lock-picking skills are shit, it read. Cautiously, Hero slowly unzipped the pack. A soft gasp escaped them as they pulled out a set of highlighters, folders, binders, and other various items.

Looks like they won't have to risk stealing again for a while.

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The villain sighed, unable to hide the frown on their face. They had agreed on meeting the hero here at seven… It was eight. They buried their head in their hands, their eyes burning with unshed tears. They should have known that the hero would stand them up. The villain had allowed that foolish optimism they thought they had buried rise up again, just for them to get disappointed with reality.

Their hands shook as they checked their watch. 8:03. They should probably just head home. The villain looked around the restaurant, an unfamiliar feeling of humiliation and embarassment coursing through them. The other diners were looking at them with sympathy, clearly recognizing the empty seat across the table as the date’s seat.

The pitying looks from the waitress had turned into annoyance, they realized. The villain felt themselves shriveling under her accusing stares. Shaking their head, they got out of their chair slowly. A small part of them was still hopeful that the hero was running late and so they prepared to leave rather slowly. After pushing their chair in, however, the villain accepted that the hero wasn’t coming. Swallowing hard, they took a step forward-

-straight into someone’s chest. Reeling back, the villain muttered half-hearted apologies. They tried to move out of the way of the newcomer, but the stranger remained standing in front of them.

“Did you need something-” the villain started, looking up to meet the person’s eyes. They hardly finished their sentence before they felt their voice break off. Was that really- They blinked a couple times, even going as far as to rub their eyes to make sure they weren’t hallucinating.

“Sorry I’m late,” the hero’s sidekick smiled brightly.

The villain squinted, flinching as the sidekick’s hand reached their shoulder. They allowed themselves to be lead back into their chair, and watched as the sidekick rounded the table and sat down in the chair opposite to them.

“Traffic was horrible,” the sidekick moaned loudly, in what the villain assumed to be an attempt to draw attention away from their table. It worked, and the villain had to stop a small smile from breaking out on their face as they watched the other diners go back to their own conversations.

The pair sat in an awkward silence for a couple minutes, before the waitress came and asked about drinks. After the waitress left with their drink orders, the villain leaned close to the sidekick, their emotions swirling around in a giant jumbled mess.

“Why?” the villain asked, breaking the silence. The sidekick looked at them, evidently trying to decide on what to say. The villain waited impatiently, biting the inside of their cheek. Was this just another prank? Maybe the hero was part one of the prank, and the sidekick was part two- “Hero was bragging to everyone about how they stood you up, and, well, I couldn’t just stand there.” the sidekick replied, a grimace on their face. “Hero was making me rather mad, actually.”

“Thank you.” the villain whispered, dragging their finger along the white tablecloth. The sidekick’s expression flickered for a quick second, before they inevitably maintained their composure.

“Of course,” the sidekick smiled softly, placing their hand on top of the villain’s. The villain stiffened, which made the sidekick move to withdraw their hand. In what could only be explained as a spur of the moment decision, the villain took hold of the sidekick’s hand gently, interlocking their fingers.

“I mean it,” the villain nodded, breaking eye contact with the hero’s sidekick to look down at the ground. “When Hero had asked me on a date, I had been prepared for a situation like this. But… I still hoped.” “I’m sorry,” the sidekick whispered. “And I don’t blame you- I would’ve been hopeful too.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault,” the villain gritted their teeth. “Figures that the hero would think that this was funny,” they shook their head in angry disbelief.

“Hero is such an asshole,” the sidekick spit out suddenly, grip tightening on their hand.

“Let’s toast to that.” the villain chuckled softly, raising their glass and clinking it against the sidekick’s. “To Hero being an absolute asshole.”

“To first dates,” the sidekick added on, eyes glimmering as they clinked the glass against theirs.

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snippet #3 | distraction

Hero just wanted to go home.

Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation and self-care: take a walk around town, visit a few shops, maybe even end the night with a glass of wine and a home-cooked dinner. Sidekick was always telling them to give themselves a day off. But it seems like the rest of the world wasn’t on the same page.

“This isn’t over,” Other Villain snarled, as the police officer guided them into the back of their cruiser. “Don’t think that just because you defeated me this time that I won’t come back stronger. I’m never gone for long.”

Other Villain was right. The prisons in town were never strong enough to hold them for any longer than a few days. It was honestly frustrating knowing that no matter how hard they fought, it all meant nothing in making the city a safer place.

But Hero was too tired to care.

Today’s fight lasted the majority of the afternoon. Without Sidekick there, who was on a Hero-appointed vacation, it was dragged out even longer. Their entire body ached, almost as if they were crushed by a freight train. At least it was over. Hero blinked away their blurry vision, only to be bombarded by a mob of people. When did they all get here?

People were pushing around Hero, yelling and forcing their way through. Hero always hated this part of fighting crime: the herds that followed. In the midst of the chaos, a blinding flash goes off in their face. “Hero!” The man called, shoving a recorder towards them and nearly bashing them in the side of the head. “How does it feel to finally be putting the infamous Other Villain behind bars?”

“Well, I...uhh…” Hero trailed off, their throat way too dry, way too constricted. They always hated the press. “Sorry, I should really get going-” Before Hero could take two steps, there was another prominent voice.

“Oh my gosh! It’s Hero!” A girl squealed, nearly wrapping her arms around Hero before they firmly placed their hand on her shoulders, trying to keep their distance. Why did people suddenly not understand the concept of personal space?

Their limbs trembled in agony, pleading Hero to crumble to the ground and rest. But now wasn’t the time or place. Hero gently pushed the girl away from them, feeling their ribs scream in protest. “Please don’t touch m-”

“Hero, how did you-”

“Could you tell the world what it’s like to-”

“Is that-”

“Please take a photo with me!”

“Hero, could you-”

“Hero, I-”

“Hero!”

HeroHeroHeroHeroHero

Hero squeezed their eyes shut, their head wouldn’t stop spinning. Please just let me go home. Their breathing quickened along with their heart rate, and all they could do was desperately clutch the front of their suit, willing the ache in their chest to just stop. But the voices continued pounding at their skull, making their jaw clench tightly. Hero didn’t want to be here.

Against their better judgment, Hero looked back out at the crowd closing in around them, immediately focusing on all the faces. The hands of lovesick fans were grabbing hungrily at their hair, touching their suit, pulling on their arm. There were cameras and phones, all flashing and blinking and blinding, and pointed towards them. Panic crawled up their throat.

A deafening crash thundered through the air, causing the ground to quake beneath them as shrieks erupted from the crowd. Hero quickly looked up, ignoring how rapidly the pain skyrocketed and how the air was forced from their lungs. Smoke was now billowing from the top of a nearby building. Two villains in one day? Just what they needed.

Without waiting for the scrambling reporters, or anyone, to try to stop them, Hero turned on their heels, pushing their way through the crowd. "S-Sorry, I have to go," Hero mumbled, breaking into an agonizing sprint towards the site.

The adrenaline leaking from their body took all of their energy with it. They were in no shape to be fighting for the second time that day. They watched paper float to the ground, still burning, as they tried not to collapse in the nearby alley.

What they didn’t expect was Villain, casually leaning against the remaining fire escape. “Wow, you sure are popular today.”

“What are you doing? S-Stop stalling and fight,” Hero said, raising their fists up weakly.

“Sorry, Hero. I’m not in the mood,” Villain said, dropping down into the alley. “And it looks like you aren’t either.”

Hero’s stance faltered. It wasn’t like Villain to stand down from a fight, especially with Hero. “Then what are you doing here?”

"You looked ready to pass out with all those pesky reporters,” Villain said. "Being the kind person I am, I decided to help a friend out."

Oh. Oh. Villain had seen them in the town square. Villain had seen the entire thing.

Hero could feel their face flaring up in embarrassment. "We aren't friends,” they growled, crossing their arms in front of them. "And why did you think the most logical step was to blow a chunk out of this place?"

Villain chuckled, putting their hands up in surrender. “Hey! This building is known to be empty. It was going to be torn down anyway.”

Hero shot them a glare, before looking at the affected structure. They noted the strange lack of panicking individuals fleeing the apartments. Maybe Villain was telling the truth.

"Fine. Whatever….Thanks, I guess,” Hero said, muttering the last part quietly.

Villain cocked their head innocently, their eyebrows raised in faux confusion. "What was that?"

Hero scoffed as they whipped their head to the side in an attempt to hide their face which was now even redder. "I know you heard me!"

Villain shrugged. "I think the explosion might’ve blown out my eardrum,” they said, turning their head towards Hero to cup a hand around their ear as if to emphasize their point.

Hero groaned. "Thank you,” they said a bit louder, refusing to reach Villain’s eyes, settling on looking down at the rubble scattered all over the ground.

A grin spread across Villain’s face, seemingly satisfied with Hero’s response. “Anytime.”

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My shoes don’t fit. Have some hero x villain.

(no repostssss (but reblogs appreciated))

Happy Birthday

Being a hero and having a birthday doesn’t always work out. Especially when your nemesis decides to blow up an apartment building on that specific day.

Hero searched restlessly among the rubble for any more people. They were told that everyone had made it out alive and well, but a double check never killed anyone.

After Hero had finished up—exhausted—they stumbled into a side road a little ways a way for a rest. Collapsing almost immediately as their back hit the alley wall. Hero was so tired they almost didn’t hear the venomous voice of Villain trailing down from above.

“I see my little stunt has you tired out.” Villain cooed as they dropped down from a fire escape.

“Fuck off.” Hero retorted, not ready to deal with Villain on their birthday in this state.

Villain chuckled slightly at Hero’s disheveled appearance and dropped to a squat next to them. “I’m sorry, but it was the only way I could get you to meet with me.” Villain said, a hint of sadness creeping behind their words.

Hero choked out a laugh as they turned their head towards Villain. “And why did you-“ Hero interrupted themselves in a coughing fit before relaxing back against the wall. “Why do you need to meet with me?” Hero asked, voice raspy and tired.

Villain raised an eyebrow at Hero who looked at them skeptically. “For your birthday gift. What else?” Villain asked as they grabbed Hero’s collar and pulled them in for kiss. Then, as if the moment never happened, Villain got to their feet and hurriedly shuffled away out of the back road. Leaving a beet red Hero alone in an alley way with the best birthday gift they ever could’ve asked for.

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snippet #2 | kidnapped

part two

"Well, look who we have here."

VIllain took a step towards their new catch as they struggled furiously against their restraints.

"You'll never get away with this," Sidekick snarled, "Hero’s probably on their way now, and they’ll kick your ass!"

Villain smirked, circling around the chair. "Honey,” they stifled a laugh, "I wouldn’t be so confident given I was able to get you in that chair in less time than it took you to walk through that door." Sidekick shot Villain a glare, their cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Villain wasn’t planning on having any visitors that day, and definitely wasn’t planning on seeing Sidekick. But they weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to gather some information.

Villain gripped Sidekick’s shoulders from behind them and leaned in. “I suggest you start telling me what you and your little hero friend are planning before I have to force it out of you,” Villain whispered into their ear. After Hero and Sidekick’s last failed attempt to stop them last week, VIllain knew that they were plotting something to take them down.

Sidekick thrashed again in protest, nearly bashing their head into Villain’s. “S-Screw you,” Sidekick snapped. Their unconscious tugging at the rope was now creating angry red marks on their wrists.

“Aw, someone sounds a little nervous.” Villain cooed mockingly. “Afraid Hero will see you tied up here, all weak and pathetic?”

Sidekick’s eyes flashed with an emotion Villain couldn’t catch before they quickly went stoic, jaw clenched. “Shut. Up.”

Villain’s eyes widened as they grinned with amusement. “Someone’s sensitive today,” they teased. Villain walked around, stopping in front of Sidekick.

“Well,” Villain started, taking a step towards their captive. “Until Hero shows up, it looks like I can have some fun with you.”

Villain poked Sidekick in the chest, ready to say something snarky, but was cut off by a sharp gasp. They quickly bit down hard on their lip, attempting to muffle their pained groans. Villain retracted their hands in surprise, watching Sidekick try to recover their breathing. They hadn’t poke them that hard.

“What was-”

“It’s nothing,” Sidekick interrupted, struggling to maintain a neutral expression.

Villain wasn’t having it.

Without warning, Villain jabbed Sidekick’s ribs with the tip of their boots. They immediately were sent doubled over in pain, gasping and cursing at Villain, waiting for the nauseating sensation to subside.

What is going on? Before Sidekick could fully recover, Villain tugged on the edge of Sidekick’s suit. Lines formed between Villain’s eyebrows as they stared at the myriad of swollen bruises poking out just above the collar of Sidekick’s ragged suit, ones that Villain didn’t remember giving them those during their last fight. There were probably even more that they couldn’t see. Sidekick jerked their body, forcing Villain to lose their grip.

“That wasn’t...me right?”

Sidekick scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. Your aim is always shit.”

While the comment was irritating, Villain pursed their lips, choosing to ignore the insult. Now wasn’t the time to get sidetracked. “Was it Other Villain?”

No response.

“Supervillain?”

Sidekick rolled their eyes. “What’s the point in guessing?”

Villain’s face darkened, lowering their voice to a whisper. “Was it Hero?”

Sidekick averted their gaze away from the villain, swallowing dryly. Well, there was the answer. They let their head curl into their chest as if ashamed by the question left hanging in the air.

Sidekick cleared their throat. “Why does it matter? You’re acting like you weren’t just about to beat me up.”

“I-I wasn’t,” Villain said, rubbing the back of their neck, “I was just going to rough you up a little bit.”

Villain shifted their weight back and forth with uncertainty. Silence.

“Look,” they said, allowing their face to soften, “You don’t have to give me the details. But if it’s Hero, please let me help you.” No response. “You could even come work with me. You-No one should have to go through that.”

"Hero… they..." Sidekick stopped trailing off, licking their cracked lips. Just as Villain was about to speak up, Sidekick's eyebrows began to furrow. "You're just trying to get to my head," they said slowly in realization, their face twisting with anger. "You're just trying to convert me to your side!"

“Sidekick, I swear I just want to help you.” Villain sighed and reached their hands towards Sidekick, noting how their muscles tensed in anticipation.

"What are you-" Villain began untying their arms, allowing the thick rope to fall to the ground. Villain sighed. “No wonder it was so easy to capture you," they muttered under their breath.

“Don’t pity me,” Sidekick said bitterly, rubbing their wrist.

Villain faltered, taking a step back. “Sidekick, let me hel-”

Sidekick made furious strides towards Villain, jabbing a finger in their direction. "You know nothing. Got it?" Without giving them a chance to answer, Sidekick whipped around and began walking towards the door. Their footsteps echoed against the walls as they made their way across the room. Were they...limping? Villain’s chest ached.

"...Sidekick?" The footsteps stopped. Villain cleared their throat before starting. "Please... think about it. Okay?"

Silence. The footsteps continued, tapering off until Sidekick was gone. Villain sighed.

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snippet #1 | doorstep

hero x villain

this is my first time writing in quite a while so we'll see how this goes.

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Hero's legs gave out beneath them, bashing their head into the door on their way down.

“V-Villain,” Hero croaked, hoping that their nemesis could hear them from the other side. “Villain!” They waited a few seconds for a response, panic bubbling in the pit of the stomach as none came.

Suddenly, there was a voice. “Go away, Hero. You’re bleeding on my doormat.” Hero’s head shot up towards the sound of their name, almost crying in relief at the sound of someone familiar. It was coming from the intercom system, a speaker visible on the edges of their field of view from the ground.

Hero felt weak, barely able to keep their head up to look at the surveillance camera above the door. “P-Please let me in!” Hero groaned. “I’m going to die.”

Hero heard what sounded like a scoff come from the mic. “No, you aren’t, Hero. It’s just a scratch. Stop being overdramatic and leave already.”

But where else would they go? There was nowhere else secure enough. They knew they weren’t on the greatest terms with Villain. But they needed to hide now.

It had already taken them this long to drag themselves there, even when they were high on adrenaline. God, how long had they been there? At this point, it wouldn’t be long before Hero was hunted down. They choked down a sob that threatened to rack through their body as their fear grew.

“Oh God, they’re coming! I need your help.”

“Who’s com- Actually, I don’t care. That’s not my problem, now is it?”

“Villain-”

“Hero, I would suggest getting off my doorstep before I-”

“Please, I didn’t know where else to go. Please.” Hero sobbed, their hands clawing at their chest in desperation. “Please,” they cried weakly. No response. They choked back their tears, waiting for the voice to come. Please, please, please.

Hero suddenly fell forward as the door opened to reveal Villain, who was standing before them awkwardly in what seemed to be their pajamas. They looked down at the Hero, unimpressed at their elegant face plant. It was only then that they realized the crimson trailing behind the hero.

Villain took a tentative step forward, unsure what to do with the hero that was now bleeding all over their porch. On one hand, this was Hero. Normally they couldn’t care less about what happened to them. But Hero’s once cocky demeanor was nowhere to be seen. They sounded so incredibly desperate, and it made Villain uneasy.

After hesitating for a second, Villain kneeled down beside Hero, concern etched into their face. “What happened to you?”

Hero instinctually flinched as Villain tried reaching towards them, noting how pathetic they probably seemed. Their hair was still sticky with blood, feeling it trickle down the side of their head. Parts of their suit were in tatters. Filthy. Hero muttered out an apology as their trembling hands clutched around Villain’s sleeve in an attempt to pull themselves up.

“T-They’re going to...” Hero sucked in a quivering breath. “I need…”

Villain lifted Hero’s chin, examining the small cuts and bruises that littered their face. “Hold on, Hero. Who did this to you?”

After a moment of silence, Hero finally croaked.

“Mentor.”

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