This is my first time writing a full length fic ! I hope you like it is a repressed/suppressed secret omega x bts story!!
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This is my first time writing a full length fic ! I hope you like it is a repressed/suppressed secret omega x bts story!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82652706/chapters/217575911
Hi, how about a violet Bridgestone x reader, courting story maybe where violets kids feel like reader is replacing edmund? Thanks!
Promenading with Widows Part 1 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)
Part 1
The Masterlist
Author's Note: This is dedicated to @blueberrycoffee19. No author is perfect and bear in mind that asks are taken as guidelines. Please enjoy and Happy readings to you.
Summary: Violet befriends a mysterious stranger in the park. Lady Y/n arrives at the Bridgerton estate during calling hour, confusing Violet's children. For the first time in years, Violet skips Sunday mass. A meeting is arranged to clarify intentions.
Warnings: ankle injury, implied period typical homophobia, implied period typical sexism, discussion of spousal deaths, strong argumentative language (Anthony yells at Violet), brief religious guilt.
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THIS MADE MY DAY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Heyy, could you make an Violet bridgerton x maid please??
Good luck, Maid! Part 1 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
The Masterlist
Author's Note: So, so many creative liberties were taken, if it is not to your liking feel free to request a part 2 with a more detailed ask (don't be shy!) Happy readings to you.
Summary: Violet is in need of a new maid, Eloise implores the help of Miss y/n. Violet turns to a friend as she digests the new feelings being spurred on by y/n.
Warnings: slight internalized homophobia, age gap relationship, SFW, no Beta read
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keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
intimately close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
A Breaking Down of Negotations (Writing Snippet #6)
[Hero] was tired. They were so tired of being told what to do and what to wear. What to say and how to say it. Where to be and who to hurt.
They were tired of others telling them who they were.
But they remained silent. They did as they were asked and wore what they were told. They let themself be named and defined by others because it didn’t matter. Playing nice got them exactly what they wanted, so it didn’t matter that nobody truly got to know who they really were.
Now, it mattered.
[Villain] sat across the meeting room table, not even attempting to hide their satisfaction. The mayor sat next to [Hero], sweating like a pig along with the rest of their pencil pushers. But today wasn’t a day for war between the three parties. No, today they were discussing peace. The price of that peace?
[Hero].
“So it’s settled then,” the mayor concluded without ever asking [Hero] for their opinion, “[Hero] will go with you-”
“Surrender themself completely to me.” [Villain] smirked, shooting a glance to [Hero]. [Hero] suppressed the urge to roll their eyes as they maintained a neutral expression.
“…surrender themself completely to you… and you’ll stop attacking the city?” the mayor carefully continued.
“I won’t so much as speed,” [Villain] promised, but it was lies, all of it lies. People like them never stop; they’re never satisfied.
“Then I think we have a deal,” the mayor looked dizzy with relief, the rest of the officials visibly relaxing as well. [Hero] could feel their indifferent mask quickly slipping into irritation.
“Don’t be too upset [Hero],” [Villain] smiled at them, “I won’t treat you unkindly.”
“You won’t be treating me anyway,” [Hero] angrily muttered to themself as they stood from their seat.
“[H-Hero]! Where are you going?!” the mayor asked, surprised as [Hero] began stalking toward the door.
“I’m leaving.” [Hero] snapped as they shot daggers at the mayor from over their shoulder, causing them to shrink back. “I’ve not once been addressed in this conversation, so it obviously doesn’t involve me.”
“W-Wait!” the mayor began to panic, “But the deal!”
“You mean the deal where you sold me off to a lunatic without so much as glancing in my direction? That deal? The one I have never once expressed my approval for despite being the main bargaining chip?”
The mayor began sputtering, desperately trying to find some way to salvage the situation, no doubt. Honestly, it was pathetic.
“[Hero] is in their right to be upset,” [Villain] remained smiling, “You did just try to sell them off like cattle. But, really, you should treat your savior better than that,” [Villain] admonished the mayor, who looked about ready to pass out.
“But in any case, I think we both know the inevitable conclusion of this.” [Villain] turned their full attention onto [Hero]. Their patient confidence attempting to worm through [Hero]’s reserved anger.
“And what would that be?” [Hero] asked.
“You’re room is already prepared [Hero].”
“Then it will be home only to dust.”
[Villain] smiled faltered only briefly, [Hero] wondered how long until their delusions were finally broken.
“[Hero]…” [Villain] spoke, their voice low and dangerous, “I know this is upsetting, but if you love this city, you’ll agree.”
“And who decided that?”
“Because if you don’t, you know what will happen.”
“No,” [Hero] began to correct them, “I mean, who decided I loved this city?”
Silence. Complete and utter silence filled the room as all eyes stared at [Hero]; even [Villain] seemed surprised.
“Because I don’t, by the way.” [Hero] tilted their head to the side, “I never have.”
“Then why…” the mayor finally spoke up, their voice barely above a whisper.
“Simple.” [Hero]’s gaze remained locked on [Villain], “Because I want to see scum like them suffer. I want to hurt them so badly I can barely contain myself sometimes. Everything in me screams to fight, to make them suffer as they’ve made others suffer. I’m not a hero. I’m not a good person.”
“Buuut…” [Hero] finally released [Villain] from their gaze, letting their eyes roam across the city officials trembling in their seats, “Pretending to be one does make things easier, I suppose.”
[Hero] grasped the doorknob, looking toward’s [Villain] one last time.
“See you on the battlefield.”
The war continued.
This is absolutely fabulous
prompt #99
Villain: Let's play 20 questions. You start.
Hero: What's your favorite food?
Villain: Twenty seven. Now, are you hopelessly in love with me?
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Hero tugged uselessly at their handcuffs once again as the villain pulled a chair to sit across from them.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Hero. Once my plan is complete you will be free to go.” Villain plopped down onto their seat and put their feet on the dinner table. “In the mean time, let’s play a game.”
“I’m not playing any games with you. I won’t be complicit in my own kidnapping.” Villain nearly laughed at Hero’s dramatic monologue. Their hero always seemed to pull out their big, fancy vocabulary when they wanted to make a point.
“Hmmm. How about we play scrabble?” Hero scoffed and pulled at their handcuffs once again.
“I would rather drown in a pit of a thousand snakes than spend another minute in your drab company.”
Villain slammed their hands onto the table and made a fake gasp. ‘How rude’, they thought to themselves.
“That’s a bit dramatic, even for you…” Villain licked their lips and thought for a moment. “What if we both take some of that failed truth serum from last month? Obviously it wasn’t useful then because it can’t compel someone to talk, it can only force them to speak the truth when they do wish to speak. I’ll play 20 questions with you and for every one of my questions you answer, I’ll answer one of yours. It might even help you figure out my identity.”
Villain knew this was a risky play, but they were bored and Hero was being adorably stubborn once again. So here they were, agreeing to drug themselves and maybe give away their identity just for the sake of Hero’s attention.
Hero contemplated for a moment before responding.
“Fine.”
Prompt #371
This is such a cute idea! I hope you enjoy!
“Awww, thank you!” [Hero] gushed over the fluffy pool of darkness.
“Thank you?” [Villain] asked, trying to hide their confusion. They knew [Hero] was superstitious. They had checked multiple times. Yet when confronted with a universal symbol of bad luck, they were nothing but smiles and thank you’s.
“Black cats are adorable and a symbol of good luck! I’ll make sure to take good care of her in the future.” [Hero] smiled, their eyes glittering.
Ok. So near-universal symbol of bad luck.
Although, as [Villain] watched [Hero] giggle and smile at their new friend, maybe [Villain] was the one who got lucky.
The much-requested third part to Supervillain falling in love with a self-destructive Hero!
part one part two
Supervillain wrestled them back into bed, clicking a new pair of cuffs onto Hero’s wrists and latching them to the bed.
Hero tugged on the cuffs, bracing themselves for a slight shock. None came.
“That tactic obviously didn’t stop you,” Supervillain said in answer to their look. “And I’m not going to let you hurt yourself anymore.”
“Right,” Hero snorted, “because you’re an expert on not hurting me.”
Supervillain sat back in their chair. After a moment, they said, “do you want to tell me why you’re so eager to hurt yourself?”
“What are you, my therapist?” It was supposed to come out snappy, but Hero’s voice gave out mid-sentence and they barely croaked the rest of it out. Unsatisfied, Hero levelled them with a glare, deliberating moving as far away from them as they could without the cuff pulling taut.
“A hero who can’t take care of themself isn’t much of a hero at all,” Supervillain replied. “I’ve fought you before, you know that I will hurt you if I must, we both get that. What I don’t get is why you think it’s okay to hurt yourself.”
“I don’t!” Hero shouted. “I don’t do anything I can’t take, and I never do anything actually bad! I don’t get what the big deal is, I don’t get what you think I’m doing wrong, and I don’t get why you care so much.”
Supervillain moved, sitting down on the bed. “I think,” they said after a slight pause, “that I’ve made myself clear on this point. You won’t convince me of anything, since you- do you really think that you’re not hurting yourself?”
Hero shifted. Looked down, studying their cuffed wrists, the black and blue bruises circling them like a bracelet. “I don’t do anything I can’t handle.”
Supervillain’s jaw tightened. They ran a hand through their hair, standing up. It took all of their self-control not to grab Hero right there- but what would they do after that? Wrap Hero up and keep them that way? It didn’t seem like such a terrible idea
“At least you admit you’re hurting yourself,” they muttered, more to themself than to Hero.
“I don’t-”
“I swear,” Supervillain said, “if you go back and deny it one more time, I think I’m going to snap. I don’t know how to convince you of something you don’t believe, so until you do believe it you’re going to have to take my word for it.”
“Like I’d trust you,” Hero scoffed.
“What, and you trust yourself a whole lot more?”
Hero’s laugh cut off sharply, their face dropping in a heartbeat. “I trust myself when it comes to helping the city,” they said, voice low but even.
“Then your sense of trustworthiness is shit,” Supervillain replied. “And until I’m certain it isn’t, I don’t think you’re going anywhere.”
There was no response. Hero didn’t even look at them, just glared into the distance.
Supervillain left the room.
It went like that for the next few days. Supervillain came in with whatever meal they had- usually soup, one of Supervillain’s favorite things to make. More often than not, Hero would argue about how they were fine.
They didn’t need to be taken care of, they could take care of themself.
Meanwhile, it was almost worse not to have Hero active. While Supervillain didn’t need them hurting themself even more, there was a conspicuous number of smaller mob bosses vying for power in the unexpected lull.
They had expected that little annoyance. They hadn’t expected the anger bubbling up in them as day after day passed by and no one came looking for Hero.
The news covered it, of course, even if they didn’t make a big deal- another thing that made Supervillain’s blood boil. No, they covered crime statistics and talked about the weather, like they didn’t even care.
Their plans proceeded without opposition, however, and so they did their best to ignore the sour taste in their mouth as day after day passed by without anyone asking about Hero.
Almost anyone, that is.
“So, Supervillain,” Villain drawled one night, leaning on Supervillain’s car. She smiled, all teeth. “I heard last time anyone saw Hero was with you. Know anything about their, ah, sudden absence?”
“We all had beef with them,” Supervillain said. “I know as much as anyone else.”
Villain chuckled. “You don’t have to hide anything, everybody gets it.”
A chill started to shiver up their spine. “Gets what?”
“I think it’s cute, personally. I mean, we all have our obsessions! So I get it.”
“If you’re saying I’m obsessed with Hero, you’re not nearly as good at reading people as you think.”
“Don’t bother,” Villain laughed. “If it feeds your sadistic streak, by all means keep them as long as you want. You’re talking like they’re still alive, so I guess they are- and I’d hate to be them.”
Supervillain relaxed ever so slightly. “Yes. You would. Now, I have work to do. Run along.”
Villain backed up, hands up, before turning and slipping into the darkness.
Apparently, Supervillain was mistaken. Someone had noticed.
part four
part five
Part 5: Supervillain x Self Destructive Hero
part one part two part three part four
This is more fluff and filler than anything- but I think Hero can use some fluff.
“Pixie. Belle. Jester. Toaster Oven. Frumpkin. Cheshire?”
“You’re not naming our cat Toaster Oven,” Supervillain said.
Hero looked up from where they were cradling the kitten to their chest. “Well excuse you, I thought she was my cat.”
“I got her for you, and I reserve the right to veto names.”
“Morgana. Cupcake Caddie. Armadillo.”
“You’re not naming your cat Armadillo.”
“But Cupcake Caddie is on the table?”
Supervillain groaned, and Hero snickered. They had a looser pair of cuffs on their hands, but their feet were free, and they were curled up in a wide chair with a blanket.
And- most importantly- they were in the main room.
“Spatz?”
Supervillain sighed, looking up from their book. “German? Really?”
“I could just call her Sparrow, but I thought that ‘spatz’ kind of sounds like a kitten trying to growl.”
“I don’t think you’re pronouncing it right.”
The kitten was napping, the only time she stayed still enough to hold her for any significant period of time.
Initially, Hero refused to touch her.
“You’re trying to bribe me, and it won’t work,” they said.
“I’m trying to make sure you don’t die of loneliness before I put you back in your apartment,” Supervillain said. “If she helps you get better, then you get out of here sooner. There’s no trick here, Hero. Take the cat.”
It took a few minutes, but eventually Hero reached out and took the small form into their hands. They couldn’t help themselves, she looked so soft and adorable- “She’s cold!” Hero said indignantly, trying not to disturb the kitten by shouting. They cradled her close, trying to warm up her tiny body. “You bastard!”
“It’s cold outside and she’s tiny,” Supervillain said. “Of course she’s cold.”
Hero gave another indignant gasp, holding her closer in spite of themselves. “Monster.”
It wasn’t the same jab that it had been before, and Hero almost kicked themselves afterwards for using the insult- the legitimate description- as a half-joke.
Supervillain smiled. “I’ll pick up some food for her on my way home.”
“Kittens have to have a special kind of food! You can’t just pick up cat food!” Hero called on Supervillain’s way out the door.
Then they were gone, and it was just Hero and a very squirmy kitten.
“Khoshekh? Chagga? Spork?”
“She’s too cute to be named Spork.”
“She’s exactly cute enough to be named Spork. I’m still partial to Spatz, though.”
Spatz opened her eyes, stretching. Hero scratched under her chin, and she started purring again. She stayed there for a few moments, until Hero’s hopes of her going back to sleep were dashed as she jumped off them and started clawing at the arm of the chair.
Hero watched her run around. They loved her, they had since Supervillain handed her to them the day before, and it was starting to concern them a little bit.
They didn’t want to leave her behind.
Would she be safer with them? What if they forgot to feed her, or they got hurt and couldn’t take care of her, or they died and nobody knew about her and she died?
Hero shuddered.
Okay, then they wouldn’t die. And they wouldn’t forget to feed her. They weren’t leaving her with Supervillain, who obviously didn’t love her as much as they did.
Though Supervillain did seem to like her… it was kind of cute, until Hero remembered exactly who they were and why they were in this predicament in the first place.
That was a problem, too.
Supervillain left the next day, locking Hero in the house. “Don’t forget to feed her,” they said before leaving. “And don’t forget to feed yourself, too.”
“I would never forget to feed her,” Hero said. They couldn’t deny the other point, since they regularly forgot to eat.
Even if they forgot, Spatz would start yowling if she got too hungry. That’s how she woke Hero up that morning, didn’t stop pestering them until they got out of bed.
Little monster.
“You’re just like them,” Hero admonished her, while putting food into her bowl. “Always making me wake up and do things when I just wanna sleep.”
She purred, rubbing against their leg.
Hero sighed, heart swelling up with the urge to scoop her up and cuddle.
This was a problem- but maybe the best problem they’d ever had to deal with.
A black cat.
Hero watched as Villain stopped dead in his tracks, putting his hands up while a black cat walked past him in the midst of their brawl.
“Nope, that’s enough for me today. See you next Friday.”
Hero blinked, watching as Villain began to gather up his scattered weapons.
“No way, get back here,” Hero hissed, sprinting at Villain and ignoring the cat as he tackled him to the ground, the cat hissing and running away.
“Do you have any idea what you just did!? You’d better go home and like- Bathe in sage or something, because you’re about to have absolute shit luck!” Hero straddled Villain, snickering.
“Seriously? A little black cat is all it took to stop the big bad Villain? You’re so pathetic!” He threw a punch, Villain catching it and straining to stop it from hitting.
“Fuck off!” Villain looked embarrassed, shoving Hero off forcefully to get to his feet.
“You sure you’re gonna be there next Friday?”
Villain looked at him, eyes narrowing.
“…why wouldn’t I be?”
“Oh, no reason.”
Villain looked at their calendar, gritting their teeth as they realized what day it was. They had sworn to Hero that they were going to be wreaking havoc in the town square, but…
Friday the 13th wasn’t their cup of tea.
He’d have to disappoint.
He tossed his suit back into the closet, deciding instead to take the day easy and go out for some food.
Hero watched from afar as Villain left their apartment, smirking when they noticed he wasn’t wearing his suit. But, what they saw next left them speechless and…a little worried.
Villain locked their door…and unlocked it, locked it, unlocked it, and locked it one last time before stuffing their keys into their pocket…and testing the door once, twice, three times.
Oh.
This suddenly wasn’t funny anymore. But- They had a plan! Hero made himself put aside the man’s villainy to remember what heroes did- which was was help.
Later that day they presented himself to Villain while in their civilian clothes, unbeknownst to the evilness that was their paranoid enemy. It was in the middle of a local diner, Hero boldly sliding into the booth across from Villain to smile widely.
“Hey, couldn’t help but notice you sitting all alone. Mind if I sit with you?” Villain made a face, obviously wanting to reject Hero. “…It’s better to sit in even numbers?” He added, nervously. Villain looked relaxed at this, which made Hero’s heart sink while Villain nodded.
“Sure, why not.” For the first time they got to see Villain up close without all of his gear and they could see the dark bags under his eyes, his dry and cracking hands, and the blue and white eyeball charm on a necklace around his neck.
“What are you going to get?” Hero asked, opening the menu.
“Number seven,” Villain told him without looking, making Hero glance at him over the menu.
This was worse than he thought.
prompt #219
“Hating you is easier than loving you,” the villain shrugged. “Soon as I get these pesky feelings sorted out, I’ll be unstoppable.”
The hero opened their mouth to say something, but their words caught in their throat. They carefully threw the flowers they had gathered behind them and off the rooftop.
“I agree,” the hero said, swallowing the lump in their throat.
keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
intimately close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
"I know it's easy to say you despise me and all, but you may wanna think twice about actually locking me away yaknow," the villain suggested with a smile; all teeth, like a wolf being charming.
"I can assure you, when the time comes there will be no hesitation on my part," the hero stated.
"Oh?" The villain replied, as if amused by the certainty of the heros reply, "without me, what of you? What do you think will happen when the city no longer requires your services anymore, hero?" The villain stepped closer, "whether you like it or not, your only famous because of me, and without me? You're nothing," they took another step closer, "now just think of what we could do together,"
“Maybe id finally get some god damned sleep for once and my girlfriend wouldn’t have to worry about me dying every other night. Curb your self importance, Villain”
prompt #70
“You’re dead to me,” Hero hissed, shoving Villain off of them and walking away. Villain watched their retreating figure, nausea building in their stomach.
@emerqlds legit your prompts give me life
“You’re dead to me,” Hero hissed, shoving Villian off of them and walking away. Villain watched their retreating figure, nausea building in their stomach.
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“I— This— it wasn’t just to mess with you, Hero. I swear I wouldn’t do that. We weren’t making fun of you. It wasn’t like that. Hero come back! Let me explain.” Hero’s walking turned to running as they sprinted away. Villain watched them turn the corner and disappear from their sight.
“What do you care what they think of you? They’re just some random hero. And we got them and all the information we need about Other Hero. Thanks to you. You did good.” Other Villain and SuperVillain laughed and clapped Villain on the back before leaving the empty restaurant.
Guilt and shame consumed Villain. What kind of monster would do that to someone? How could they have been so stupid to think this would end any differently than it did?
Finding Hero’s civilian identity and flirting with them as a spy had been one thing, they’d been willing to do that. But things hadn’t gone as planned. Hero had been awkward and nervous in an innocent way that Villain hadn’t been willing to mess with. So they befriended their unsuspecting Hero.
It was all so much worse this way. Memories flashed through their head as they felt their own heart begin to break.
Three weeks later:
“It was a joke, Hero. I didn’t mean anything by it. We always tease each other. I didn’t mean it. Hero come back!” Villain would have run after their nemesis if they could, but the handcuffs confining them to their cell prevented them from doing so.
Villain sighed and shut their eyes after they realized they couldn’t see Hero any more. Of course Hero wouldn’t speak to them again after what they did. Shit. They’d really ruined everything this time.
When their team broke them out of prison, Villain would need to come up with something really big to get Hero to forgive them.
Job Description
Not a prompt
Villain ran their hands through their hair and paced around the room. Anger and fear coursed through their veins. Hero was missing.
Hero was missing and it wasn’t their fault this time. They didn’t know who had them or if their nemesis was even alive anymore.
“ It’s gonna be okay, boss. Maybe Hero’s on a vacation or something?” Henchmen’s attempts to calm Villain over the course of the last hour had all been fruitless. Villain was inconsolable.
“What if Hero’s dead? What if Supervillain has them? What if they gave up heroism and didn’t tell me?!” Villain sunk back against the wall and cradled their head in their hands. “I’m supposed to protect them! I’m their nemesis that’s my job.”
“I don’t think that’s what a nemesis’s job is?”
Wellness Check : Touch starved hero part 1
Not a prompt
Warning the later part of this story Will prob be a little inappropriate
“Are you just going to stand there pouting all night?” Villain threw herself dramatically down onto the couch, pulling Hero’s restraints down with her.
Hero righted herself on the couch and tried to scoot away from her nemesis, but Villain was having none of it.
It had been quite an ordeal for Villain, to capture her favorite crime fighter. Hero’s earth powers worked from a distance and were very effective, so even getting physically close to her had been the product of months of planning.
The second she’d clamped the power suppressing bracelet onto Hero was when Villain noticed the shaking. Then the quick intake of breathe. Followed by a full body shiver as Villain hands trailed over her wrists and stopped at the start of her hoodie sleeve.
“Hero, it’s very rude to move away from people like that. You might make me think you don’t like me.” Villain pouted as she changed her mind and let Hero pull the restrains as far as possible. Till she was practically perched on the opposite side of the couch.
“As if I care what you think of me. You’re a frickin kidnapper!” Villain smiled at that, she was glad that Hero’s fire hadn’t been damped by her power suppressors.
She could hear her nemesis’s anger, but Villain saw her wide eyes and fidgety hands for what they were: fear. Her nemesis was scared right now. Of course she was scared, Villain knew that being dragged to a mansion in the woods, without her powers, must be stressful. But she would never hurt Hero. No, not her hero. She meant too much to her.
Which really was the reason she had kidnapped her. She would have just left the immovable bracelet on and bolted if she didn’t care. That had been the plan at least, to leave and make Hero chase her for once. Villain had planned the whole thing, including how she would make Hero say please before finally removing the power blocker.
But Hero had shivered. She had literally shook at the innocent feeling of human touch and now was staying as far from Villain as physically possible. That wasn’t normal. That couldn’t be healthy. Villain needed to know that her quick talking hero was alright, before she’d let her go back into the cold, unfeeling world.
Villain had sworn to herself, on the day she first met Hero, that she would protect her. Hero had been an awkward, quiet little thing back then, very different from the clever, quick talking, still a little bit awkward savior she was now. They had both been so young when they met, still in high school; even then Villain had been enchanted by her counterpart. Villain still felt compelled to keep an eye on her.
“No need to make this last longer than it has to, Hero. You can consider this kidnapping like a wellness check.”
prompt #67
“I’m tired of always chasing after you,” Hero said, turning their back to Villain and walking away.
oh villain is NOT going to like that…
@emerqlds I love your prompts
“I’m tired of always chasing after you,” Hero said, turning their back to Villain and walking away.
It was a risky tactic but Hero knew their Villain well and they needed the opportunity to talk to them.
“Hey! what the hell?!!!! You don’t just walk away from me! That’s not how this works!” Villain ran to Hero and yanked their shoulder around to face them.
“I told you, I’m not going to chase after you anymore.” Hero wondered if Villian looked annoyed under that mask of theirs. They were attention needy and occupied too much of Hero’s time but Hero found themselves thinking about Villain often in their free time. Maybe if Hero had set some boundaries and fought Villain less, they would have been able to forget about them. Unfortunately they hadn’t, so it had come to this.
“That makes no sense. It’s literally your job to stop me!” Villains arms flung to Hero’s shoulders as they tried to appeal to that do gooders better nature.
“I’ve spoken to The Hero Organization and they are going to start picking up more of the slack around the City. I’m not going to be fighting you anymore.” It was hard to maintain eye contact with Villain while they said this, but Hero did it. They kept their voice even and apathetic, as if they couldn’t be bothered to tell their nemesis that they cared too much about what happened to them to keep fighting.
“No!” Villain’s hand moved down to dramatically land on their hips. “You don’t get to just leave m—this!”
“Goodbye Villain. This will be the last time I see you.” Before Villain could even respond, Hero had flown away; leaving the Villain staring up at an empty sky as it began to rain.
“Hero...”