hey i just recently discovered your acc and I'm honestly in love with your work! I don't know if you do requests but just in case you do,could you maybe do a snippet of supervillain capturing hero and torturing for months until they suddenly got bored of them and ordered villain to get rid of them for good. Basically villain doesn't know that it was hero they were ordered to kill by supervillain and when they entered the cell where hero was to kill them,they suddenly recognize hero and become extremely suprised by what they saw. Villain for some reason can't bring themselves to kill hero and just stands there for who knows how long whilst trying to decide what they should do as hero just layed there slightly unconcious full of bruises,wounds,cuts, burns and dried up blood all over their body. Sorry if this was long hehe,feel free to continue it (if you want to of course) :)
welcome to the gang, glad to have you here!! thank you for the request, i hope you like it :D
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A curse tumbles from the villain’s mouth before they can stop it.
Of all the people the supervillain has caught, has been bragging about catching, why was it hero? The hero should know better. The villain knows they know better.
The villain’s never seen them so… defeated. They’ve thrown their fair share of punches, of course, but they’ve never quite managed to have them half-conscious on the floor like this. Crimson paints their skin in crazed patches, black circles smudged underneath them, rope digging violently into their already reddened wrists. The hero lets out some half-hearted noise as the villain nudges their clothes back to survey the damage better.
Bad. Very bad. It’s a miracle the hero’s still alive, but that’s what they do, isn’t it? Survive despite the odds. The villain gets back to their feet with a scowl. Where the hell did the supervillain find them? Why would the hero let this happen? Probably to protect some random civilian, the villain knows that, but still.
The hero’s eyes open, kind of, unfocused and glazed over. They get a front seat view of the villain’s shoes and, for whatever mindless reason, weakly reach their bound hands out towards them.
The villain takes a half step back, more on instinct than anything, and despite the lack of… well, anything in the hero’s expression, they can somehow still see the slight distressed crumple of their face.
Fuck. Their heart stings, even though it knows better.
No, they think sourly. You’re here to get rid of them. Don’t show weakness. Show [Supervillain] what you are.
The villain’s dagger is inside their coat. It’d be so easy. Nothing more than a shallow, red line across the hero’s throat. Easy. Kind. Merciful.
They step forwards again, ever-so-slightly, and bend back down to the hero’s level. Their hands are where they left them, abandoned in their desperate attempt at connection, and the villain nudges their foot between their fingers in potentially the biggest show of compassion they've ever have.
It’s a kindness, right? The hero would appreciate it. It would be the nicest thing the villain’s ever done for them.
But it wouldn’t, even the villain knows that. The hero doesn’t want to die any more than they do.
Every passing second is throwing more doubts over what they’re doing here. They need to make a choice before the supervillain decides they’ve been down here too long. They need to act before they can change their mind.
The villain pulls their blade from inside their coat,
It’s like. When I was told to “just be yourself” as a kid I thought it was a passive thing. Like oh easy I just have to sit here and be myself. but the reason so many people think that “being yourself” is bullshit advice is because you actually have to make active choices to do this and it WILL make your life way more fun. You have to wear t-shirts of bands that were popular ten years ago because you like them. You have to do your hair in a way that you find cute or comfortable even if it’s “so nineties”. If your friend says a food you enjoy is gross to them, you can’t be afraid to admit you casually disagree. You have to do hobbies that you’re interested in even if you’re bad at them and you cant feel like you have to get good at something before you tell people it’s an activity you do. You have to read manga and comic books in public and get piercings your relatives think are unattractive. You don’t have to tell people you dislike that you dislike them, but you don’t have to give them your time and attention either. You have to rewatch that kids show you’re nostalgic for even if you’re in your 30s. You have to change your name if you hate it, even if only a few close friends can know. You have to get fun girly drinks at the bar. You have to order hot chocolate when you don’t like coffee and black coffee when you don’t like sweet things. I am still bad at practicing this but it is the only way to make it all tolerable.
First you have to realize that "yourself" is a construct built by the decisions you make. Then it becomes clear that being yourself is a deliberate and intentional practice, not a passive state of existence.
it's been like 2 years. i havent touched it. never needed to. "you don't really have a choice," are you so swift to forget the recent past? Bitch i still use itunes to download mp3s to so i have them forever and any song i want, then my sister burns them to CDs. When boycotts rolled out my other sister got no thanks to scan what products we shouldn't buy. i still use corded headphones not because "its older" but because it's easier. a fool criticizes those who buy candles 200 years after the invention of the electric light until the power goes out. become ungovernable. you are not immune to propaganda. you've never had Chatgpt forced upon you, the only thing forced upon you is the idea that Chatgpt is forced upon you. why claim you need something today that you didn't need yesterday. little bitch.
This is a series. Start here, continued from here.
This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.
AO3
Masterlist
Contents: the final arc, fluff, recovery, Isaac/Gavin, slow dancing, love commitments, mild spice, Iris the baby, Fillis, implied past parental abuse
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Gavin stood by Isaac’s side along the wall of the community center, watching Vera and Tori as they both disappeared out the door. Gavin felt a hollowness in his chest as they went – not sadness, not anything quite so severe, but like a little warmth had left with the two women as they snuck out into the darkness to be together. He glanced at Isaac and saw Isaac looking after them as well. He squeezed Isaac’s hand.
“We can congratulate them tomorrow,” he said, his lips brushing Isaac’s cheek.
“Definitely,” Isaac said with a thin smile. “Sorry. I just… wasn’t expecting them to leave so soon.”
“Yeah,” Gavin said, pulling Isaac close. The slow, haunting melody of the song echoed through the space and hummed through his chest. The chill of the night crept through the pane of the window next to them. Slowly, so, so slowly, Isaac wrapped his arms around Gavin and began to sway in place with him.
Gavin’s lips curved into a smile as he gently slid his right hand into Isaac’s left, resting his other arm on Isaac’s. He leaned his head on Isaac’s shoulder and drew in a deep breath in, deep breath out.
“Do you know how to dance?” Isaac murmured against his hair.
“Yeah,” Gavin huffed with a laugh that was only slightly tinged with bitterness. “I took lessons. Ballroom, tango, waltz, cha cha…” He shook his head and pressed a kiss to Isaac’s neck. “This is better, though. This is… so, so much better.”
He felt the heat as Isaac flushed. “Oh. So you know how to really do this. You must be… really good, then.”
Gavin snorted. “I’d rather be here with you. Trust me.”
Isaac pulled Gavin closer. “I do,” he said.
The song ended, and a new one began. This one wasn’t as slow, but they stayed in their embrace, swaying together. Gavin raised his head to look out the door that Vera and Tori had disappeared through.
“Would you ever get married?” he said softly.
Isaac was silent for a long time. Gavin listened to the song as they shuffled in place. Finally, Isaac said, “No. I don’t think I would.”
Gavin nodded and dropped his gaze from the door. Isaac’s hand slid under his chin and guided his face up until Gavin was forced to meet his eyes. “But,” Isaac said, “I want to be with you until the day I die.”
Gavin’s throat tightened as Isaac looked at him. The air between them was warmed by their breath, and Gavin found himself leaning into Isaac even as Isaac’s hand softened on his jaw. Gavin wet his lips and tilted his head back. “Y-yeah?” he croaked.
“Yeah,” Isaac said, a smile pulling at his lips. His eyes were fixed on Gavin’s, his hair just within reach for Gavin to run his fingers through, his lips right there.
“Well, I want to be with you, too,” Gavin said. “Forever.”
Isaac’s smile widened, and Gavin’s heart stuttered in his chest. He tilted Gavin’s head back and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth.
Gavin drew a shivering breath and brought his hands to Isaac’s face, scratching his fingers through Isaac’s beard. Isaac groaned and backed Gavin up against the wall beside the window. Gavin pulled Isaac closer, nearer, harder, breathing him in, running his hands over Isaac’s broad shoulders, skimming down his arms, encircling his wrists as Isaac cradled Gavin’s face and kissed him deeper.
Gavin panted against Isaac’s lips. “If we want to go any further…”
“…should probably find a room,” Isaac completed for him, with a grin. Gavin smiled up at him as they pressed their foreheads together, breathing hard.
Gavin laced his fingers through Isaac’s and kissed the back of Isaac’s hand. “I do kinda want to stay, though,” he said, still unable to tear his gaze away from the man standing in front of him. “I mean, maybe… maybe we could… later, but…” He leaned forward for another long, breathless kiss. “I want to see everyone. Everyone who’s still here, that is.” He raised his eyebrows and motioned to the door.
Isaac fell back a step, still breathing hard. “Alright,” he said, laughing. “Let’s stay. Anyone you want to see in particular?”
“Iris,” Gavin said, looking around for Finn and Ellis. “I feel like every time I see her, she’s a few inches bigger.”
“I mean, that might be true, I don’t know how babies work,” Isaac mumbled. He squeezed Gavin’s hand and turned to survey the crowd.
“There,” Gavin said, pointing across the room to an already haggard-looking Finn and Ellis. He led Isaac through the crowd of happy, dancing people and made a beeline for Iris.
“Oh, good,” Ellis said when they saw Gavin approaching with a smile. They deposited Iris into Gavin’s waiting arms and turned to Finn. “Come here, lover, I haven’t gotten to actually dance with you since what? November?”
“Sorry if you were coming over to see us,” Finn said with a goofy grin as Ellis led them to the dance floor.
“Don’t worry, we weren’t,” Gavin laughed, waving Iris’s chubby arm at her parents as they embraced. She shrieked and babbled as Gavin lifted her to his face, bouncing her, kissing her rosy cheeks. When he glanced up, Isaac was watching with a tentative smile.
“You’re really good with her,” Isaac said softly.
“Weird, considering she’s Ellis’s child,” Gavin said with a sardonic chuckle.
“No, I mean…” Isaac shrugged. “She cries whenever I hold her.”
“Not every time,” Gavin said, considering. “She didn’t cry last week.”
“She was asleep,” Isaac said, raising an eyebrow.
“And I consider that to be progress!” Gavin said, laughing.
As if on cue, the baby began to wriggle in Gavin’s arms. Her eyebrows pulled together, and her lower lip protruded in a pout. Her face reddened. She began to cry.
“Oh, no,” Gavin said in a singsong voice, bouncing her on his shoulder. “Oh, no. We’re crying.”
Finn materialized at Gavin’s side and gently took Iris from his arms. “Okay, who made the baby cry?” they said, rolling their eyes, but a smile played at their lips.
“It’s okay, Iris, Gavin makes me cry on the regular,” Ellis said beside Finn, rubbing comforting circles in the baby’s back. “You’re not the only one.”
“Sorry for once again causing strife,” Gavin said, playfully elbowing Ellis.
“We’ll forgive you eventually,” they sighed, following Finn as they carried Iris to a corner of the room.
“See?” Gavin said. “You’re not the only one who makes her cry. At this stage in her life, with everyone but her parents, it’s only a matter of time.”
“How do you know all this?” Isaac murmured.
“I read their baby book cover to cover when Gray first brought it home,” Gavin said with a shrug.
Isaac watched Finn and Ellis as they held the baby, looking out at everyone else. He chewed his lip in silence for a long time.
“You okay?” Gavin said softly.
“Yeah,” Isaac said, nodding. “Yeah. They’re just… good parents. Really good parents.”
Gavin looked at the two of them, too. Ellis noticed them both watching and threw up their middle finger. Gavin chuckled. “Yeah,” he said. “They are.”
“Just makes me kinda… sad,” Isaac said, almost too low for Gavin to hear.
Gavin looked at Isaac, but said nothing. He reached out and squeezed Isaac’s hand. Isaac smiled at him. “Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Gavin said, and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. A faster song was playing now, but neither of them paid it any heed. Isaac held Gavin’s face and kissed him slow, swaying together again, clinging together in the warm, low light.
