Hey, you can call me Lulu (19). I mostly write hero and villain stories at the moment but that might change. Requests are open for Villain/Hero stories + whump stories (see rules in the dedicated masterlist). Don't hesitate to check on my ongoing series, humbly called: Malice's series.
As of now, I’ll cross-post stories involving Leader, the end of Malice’s arc 2 and other series I haven’t finished on my Pillowfort account, the other hero/villain one-shots will be on Pillowfort from now on. Feel free to browse through my stories here regardless :)
Edit: I'll try to use Tumblr less often so I'll try to come on Tumblr two days a week. Once on Wednesday and once on Saturday, it doesn't necessarily mean I will post something but I will be lurking around.
Smaller master tables :
Stories of Void and Light
Villains and heroes (+Hero/Villain community adjacent: Whump)
sub-masterlist: Malice's series
Humans are space orcs
Drawing + description :
Stories/writing :
A rough idea
Two roses and a salmon
Collaborative work :
Collaborative work 1
Other :
When inspiration kicks in (alt description available)
Themes: angst to comfort, sweet, romance, self indulgent
Leader had been anxious all day. When the evening came and he was allowed to go home, back to Villain, his heart squeezed in his chest. He entered their home without the assurance he usually had. The door closed almost without a sound.
He found Villain in the living room and approached them shyly. They stood up when they saw him, their smile was gentle. He was craving for them yet Superhero's words kept him from acting as usual.
-What is it Love?
"Love". He hugged them in a hesitant impulse. He asked in their chest, safe from harm yet still hating how vulnerable he was.
-Is it bad to love you?
-It's Superhero who told you this? Isn't it?
He didn't answer. Villain had raised their voice. Not much, but it was enough to convey their rage bubbling beneath the surface. They had always despised Superhero and more so because of him.
They continued, vicious and venomous, fury used both as a shield and a blade.
-You don't need to listen to them. We could simply evict them from power, we can now, and then you wouldn't have to ever-
-Please Villain. Don't do that.
His voice came so small, yet it has stopped Villain right in their tracks.
-Oh, Leader…I'm not going to raise my voice like that anymore tonight. Okay?
-Yes.
They kept him in their arms, close. They cradled him gently. The silence was peaceful. He didn't want to think tonight, he just wanted to feel safe after this horrible day.
The day he had disappointed Superhero, and Superhero said it.
-Villain?
-Yes?
-Could you make me…feel a little better? Have a good time?
-How about I make you into a sandwich?
Last time he "became a sandwich", he had been held between pillows, protected on both sides with Villain acting like a blanket above him. It had been nice. He needed the comfort.
-I'd like to become a sandwich.
A smile. Suddenly, he was swooped in the air. His burdens were too heavy to follow, the movement too fast for his dark thoughts to catch up. The floaty sensation made him yelp in surprise.
Villain took him to their room and layed him on the bed. He stayed still, on his stomach, waiting for what made Villain this excited.
They brought a piece of the sheet on his back and placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip.
-Hands on your chest.
He obeyed, his arms folded against his body. He wondered why Villain wanted this from him.
-Are you ready?
He paused for only a moment.
-Yes, Villain.
He was rolled over a few times until he was wrapped completely in the sheet. With his hand, he moved the fabric to place his chin above it. He placed both his hands at the edge of the blanket.
-There you are, all warm and protected now. This is my best version of a sandwich yet.
His voice cracked a bit, not quite used to oppose Villain completely:
-This is more of a burrito.
This made Villain bark out a laugh. They weren't angry with him, just endlessly amused. He pressed on, voice scratching like sandpaper yet daring:
-I wanted to be a sandwich!
-You can be both.
The way they said it, it was goofy with a flirty undertone too. It made him smile, everything was okay and going to be okay. They got above him and brought two pillows on either side of his head. He was protected on every side.
-You can be my burr…wich.
Then they looked much too proud, ready to invent one of the most horrible ideas ever known to mankind. He tried to frown before he wouldn't be able to.
-My sandwito.
It made Leader giggle. It took him by surprise, how quickly his frown had melted. Just the name was funny, the intonation too. The rest of the tension in his muscles vanished.
Encouraged by Villain's own laugh, he continued.
They were so proud of themselves, he could tell by the way they looked at him. Their head collapsed gently under his chin, unable to keep themselves up. It tickled him.
He grew louder, not restraining himself anymore. His stomach was starting to ache but he didn't mind at all.
Loving Villain couldn't be that bad. Bad things hurt. He felt like he was healing. Villain kissed his cheek, he hummed in appreciation, finally managing to reign himself in.
Slowly but surely he managed to find his breath again, his body was still shaken by a few giggles here and there.
-Do you like being a sandwito?
He refrained from losing his composure. His shoulders shook. His voice had trouble staying steady.
-I like it. I like it a lot.
He fell in another fit of laughter. He managed to articulate in between gasps for air:
-I love you. I love you. I love you.
Villain's smile grew brighter. And their eyes…they always looked at him like he was precious. They pressed their lips against Leader's forehead.
He was held in softness and safety and warmth. Nothing from his day mattered, not even the way he couldn't keep his smile away, the way he could barely keep himself from laughing. Nothing but Villain mattered.
Warnings: character being slapped, mouth washed with soap
Leader approached Superhero's office with small steps. At the last minute, he was told there would be a reunion with the latter.
In front of their door, he steadied his beating heart.
Deep breath…
Deep breath…
Deep breath… no matter what would happen, it would pass. He would be able to come back to Villain's arms later.
He knocked. He waited until he got the permission to enter. As soon as he did, the atmosphere crushed him under its weight. Superhero was angry.
They were sitting at their desk, their gaze didn't leave the journal they were reading.
-Good afternoon, Leader.
Their voice didn't betray their emotions.
-Good afternoon, sir.
-This reunion isn't going to take too much time, we will both resume our duties after this.
It was always like this with Superhero. They didn't lose time, always cutting straight to the point.
They placed the journal on the desk, there was a picture of Leader's kiss with Villain, the one right after their vows, with the title in big bold letters "A kiss to seal the peace between heroes and villains".
Villain's tenderness could be felt through the picture, and Leader looked at peace, relieved even, the happiest he had ever been in public.
There are some kisses he would never forget, this one was a part of them.
Superhero's calm voice pulled him from his thoughts.
-After your marriage with Villain, some things became apparent.
They rose from their seat, standing tall with their broad shoulders, strong enough to take on the weight of the city without flinching. The beacon of hope, the saviour, the emblem of the city. Leader was scared.
-It seems as though you have been distancing yourself from your duties. And worse.
Silence befell the room. Superhero's judgemental gaze was locked on him with a cold, calculating precision. One of his hand grasped the fabric of his uniform, just to anchor himself.
-You are so lucky to be needed for the ongoing negotiations with Supervillain.
He knew what would happen next.
Superhero's hand struck faster than he could react. A sharp clean sound filled the room. His cheek burnt from the impact. The throbbing pain got more intense when he closed his mouth. He kept his head low.
He felt small.
-This, is for your failure at negotiating the Agency's place with Supervillain. You may be secured but not your people.
The same pain erupted on the other cheek. This time, Superhero's hand stayed near, threatening to slap him a third time. They were furious if they were backhanding him. He kept his head low.
-And this, is for your lie. You lied to me. You fell in love with a villain.
Superhero sighed. Their hand fell at their side.
-You disappoint me.
This felt worse than any torture he had been through. It tore a part of him. He gasped, narrowly avoiding the surge of tears from ever leaving his eyes. Both his hands gripped the fabric of his uniform tighter. He whispered:
-I did it for you.
From the moment he had said it, he knew he had made a mistake. Superhero kept their voice measured, distant, as if they were just asking more details about a report:
-What? What have you done for me? You loved a villain for me?
-I thought it would be easier.
Their voice turned more scalding, sharper, quieter:
-Since when are you looking for "easier"?
He knew he should stop talking and let Superhero come to their own conclusions. But he hoped he could convince them it was for the greater good.
As soon as he began, his own unsteady voice and paralysed thoughts betrayed him.
-I…for the alliance, I thought…if I loved them then maybe…it would be easier for negotiations.
Stillness. A horrible foreboding stillness and calm.
-You're going to wash your tongue.
Superhero held Leader's arm firmly and moved him without difficulty. Out of the office, down the corridors. Leader knew better than to resist. Superhero was much stronger, skilled and powerful than him.
He was just glad no one saw him.
They got to the unused bathroom. Still, Superhero made sure no one was there. Leaving Leader at the door. He could run, but not for long. Instead, he placed himself in front of the sink and kept his cap in his hand.
Superhero took a hold on his hair with one hand and forced him to bend over the sink. It was impossible to resist, it was like being crushed by debris.
Water ran, the only sound in the otherwise eerily silent room. A bar of soap was passed under the water. It was forced in his mouth.
A burning fresh sensation stung his tongue, the taste of bitter chemical. He kept it in his mouth until Superhero told him he could let go. Soap water dripped in his mouth, filled the space beneath his tongue. Drool fell down his chin.
As usual, he repressed his gag reflex and the dizziness. He hoped Superhero wouldn't put soap in his eyes. It has never happened before but Superhero was seething.
The weight on his head left. Superhero's footsteps disappeared in the distance. It was rare when they did that. They must have seen enough or they had another reunion somewhere.
He was left alone.
He kept the bar soap a little longer in case Superhero would come back. Just a few more seconds, just to be safe.
Eventually he took it out. It slipped from his trembling hand, fell in the sink. He spat all the saliva out of his mouth, all the remnants stuck on his teeth. He felt disgusting and uncivilised for it.
Despite it all, the after taste lingered in the back of his mouth, no water could completely dispel it. Water just made it worse.
He kept his weight on the sink as the dizziness took a hold of his stomach. His head felt heavy. It would just have to pass…
He was devastated to disappoint Superhero, to have fallen out of grace in their eyes. He had always given everything for them, this marriage was the occasion to give some peace of mind to the both of them, not just him. He wasn't selfish.
And yet, he was secretly glad Superhero had found out only a few days ago, after the marriage. Secretly glad he had managed to lie his way out of punishment for so long.
It’s not my usual type of announcement but Tumblr has announced that they are going to role age verification for UK and Brasil people on @changes.
So I’m going to take part in the boycott of the 16th May and I will probably not be on Tumblr until the 18th at least.
I’m planning to put all my stories on Pillowfort, which is a social media that is funded by users with no strings attached to any other party.
That’s where I’ll be if people are interested in my stories and want to follow me there. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my current stories available on Tumblr.
Once on Pillowfort don’t hesitate to look at the tag Pillowfort 101 to get situated. There are many Tumblr communities, at least one whump community (edit: the community named “Whump” is the biggest and it would be good to centralise all the whump writers, so this is the community I would advise to go to) and hero x villain community which I made with @just-a-space-rabbit (you can find it by searching “hero and villain community” in the search section of communities).
Hey! I’m new to tumblr and I’m curious like… are there a lot of people on tumblr trying to like steal art and writing? I’ve been getting people following me who just ask to see my work and they have like one post or reblog and 2 posts they’ve liked and they’re following a hundred people. Like that seems so sketch. I’m just asking cause of the new writer group thing about beta readers.
The type of accounts you talk about indeed seem sketchy at best. It’s possible for you to get a lot of scammers since you’re a new account, they’re trying to test the waters with you.
I know at the beginning of my account I got a lot of people asking for donations using the exact same kind of sentences and emojis with different accounts.
Scammers usually aren’t after your work (most of them) they’re usually after your money. They might want to see your work and then tell you your work is impressive and wonderful and hey, they can publish it or beta-read it if you give them money first. Don’t give them your money, publishers and beta-readers will never ask you for money. Usually, you have to be the one to seek them out (unless you’re already well-known).
Tl,dr: those account are probably scammers and you’re doing well by staying vigilant. If I were you, I wouldn’t necessarily block them, but I wouldn’t interact with them either.
Also, before the rest, can I repost this post in the community or do you want to keep your question on a separate blog?
Other types of scams (I came across) while we’re at it:
The “beta-readers” account: they will beta-read any story, give you any kind of feedback usually about the flow of your story and characterisation. Usually, their account name includes “read” but not always. They usually come with a few posts about the wonders of reading messy first drafts. Once you’ve seen one account, you’ve seen them all.
“I falsely reported your account”: Someone comes in your DM’s, telling you in a panicked tone that they falsely reported you along with an image that looks plausible of Tumblr saying they’ve successfully passed the person’s report, and your account will usually be terminated in the next 24 hours.
Then they want you to go on Discord to speak to “Tumblr staff”, they ask you questions about your age, gender, country….they also ask for your address email. Then, they tell you to change the email associated with your Tumblr account with the one provided by the “Tumblr staff”. If you do this, they will essentially become the one behind the account and not you. They can then scam other people with your account, and so on and so forth.
“Appeal to charity”: Unfortunately, there are a lot of scammers who use the war, like the war in Gaza to use your sympathy to beg for donations to “save their family”. For a time I git scammers asking for donations directly in my inbox.
Commission scams: The one I got (maybe there are other types of them), read one of my stories and wanted to draw a comic based on my story. I looked into their account and there were a few drawings from a few different fandoms but nothing that looked remotely close to a comic. I told them that I didn’t need to commission any artist for now, but I think if I had accepted their offer I would have had to pay to get the “comic”.
There are surely other kinds of scams I never came across, just stay vigilant and don’t hesitate to step back and think even if the person is urging you to take a decision quickly (or else this and this will happen).
Welcome to the masterlist dedicated to Leader and his main iterations (some stories with Leader won’t be linked here because they wouldn’t be “canon”).
The stories themselves won't be written in order and stories will be added from other masterlists (the links and summaries will shamelessly be copy-pasted).
But I'll try my best to make this as chronological and coherent as possible.
On Leader: A rough outline of the timelines featuring Leader.
Main timeline 1 (I have yet to name those timelines and truly organise them)
Hard beginning: Young!Leader
Stuck(Wheel event): During a mission, Leader is stuck under debris that are threatening to kill him slowly but surely. He calls out for help but the mission comes first. Leader whumpee, left to die, near death experience, angst
Moodboard for Stuck, made by @cassiavioletblue
Blue and white: Leader had been saved by Doll!Villain after Superhero had left him to die. Doll!Villain was happy to have a doll which they can dress whoever they wanted. Leader's feelings about the situation evolved as time passed.
Themes: doll whump, compliant Leader, ambiguous Villain, whump to comfort
Caged
Tied
Moodboard for Caged and Tied, made by @cassiavioletblue as well :D
Bound
Trapped, Quiet life
Trapped, The special place
Unsure Steps: In-between Young!Leader and Older!Leader
A dance: Leader is anxious at the idea of negotiating peace with Supervillain during the ball. Fortunately Lover!Villain’s presence dispels those concerns, especially when they ask him for a dance. Leader x Lover!Villain, ball room, dance, character being dipped (if it interests someone :) ), comfort
Soap: Leader is summoned for a last minute reunion with Superhero. The latter isn't pleased with the discoveries they had made. character being slapped, mouth washed with soap, leader and superhero
Warm Bloom: Older!Leader
A good, relaxing time: Leader is exhausted after a long day. However, Villain always has the perfect way to make him spend a good night regardless. spicy, comfort, consent, Leader x Lover!Villain
Triangle sandwich: Villain and Leader have a sweet conversation in the kitchen as Leader prepares triangle sandwiches for dinner. Leader x Lover!Villain, domestic fluff, sweet
So, at first I wanted it to be fluffy with just a little bit of spice. Then I tripped and spilled my spice all over the story.
Themes: romance, spice, healthy relationship, Leader x Lover!Villain
Leader was stuck in his thoughts. He stared at his work with no satisfying compromise to the issue with one of the villains of the city. He hadn't even gotten out of his uniform since he came home.
He kept circling between the same few answers, absentmindedly turning his ring around his finger.
-Leader.
He turned to Villain who was leaning against the wall. They had this look in their eyes, it promised "a good, relaxing time" as they liked to call it. Well, he had to admit, his mind was always clearer after Villain's careful ministrations followed by a full night of sleep.
-Are you coming?
He checked the time. It wouldn't be a full night but it would certainly be a qualitative one. He didn't have to feel guilty, he wasn't getting anything done either way.
He got up on heavy feet and made his way to Villain's arms. Their hands intertwined, Villain's ring was warm against his skin. Their floral scent both evoked fiery evenings and long nights simply cuddling safely in their embrace. He longed for them, all of them.
They covered his head and neck in a quick succession of rapturous kisses.
-You look like you could use a good time.
-I think so too.
They continued to pepper kisses all over his face. His fingers and knuckles were given the same passionate treatment. Villain asked in a gentle tone, gaze nonjudgmental:
-Did you eat tonight?
One more reason to let himself get carried to the soft sheets of their bed.
-Not yet.
-You could use some midnight snacks as well.
Everything that came out of Villain's mouth seemed like such a good idea, so sweet and clever. Leader didn't want to do too much thinking. His eyes were warmer and heavier than usual, his body felt stiff and heavy. He just wanted to…to relax. It still felt strange for him to want those kind of things.
A hand slipped under his vest while the other kept him close. With a small gasp, he was brought to the present. It looked like one of those evenings when Villain were particularly…hungry. As they softly rubbed his side with one hand, he let out in half a whine:
-Villain!
They whispered in his ear.
-I love when you say my name like this.
He said it again with a better inflection, one he knew Villain couldn't resist.
-Villain~
They brought his hips closer to theirs. They had a ravenous glint in their eyes and a handsome smile etched on their lips. Their sultry voice dripped like honey in his ears.
-I haven't even touched you yet and you're already using those spells on me.
Leader tried to contain his grin and failed. Villain could take him in and out of consciousness to their leisure, yet it didn't mean he couldn't make Villain squirm in his own ways. Villain scoffed, more for themselves than anything.
Their fingers traced his hips and stomach tenderly, contained and trembling, aching to do more. It was Villain who set the pace yet they restrained themselves. They were still trying to be careful for him, a year ago Leader had still been skittish about those kind of things. It filled him with warmth to be treated kindly despite them knowing he got stronger.
-Ah, Leader would you allow me to undress you? Or would you just like to cuddle?
The warmth travelled lower down his stomach and didn't stop there. Villain remained gallant despite their lust. It made him that much more inclined to let Villain pleasure the both of them, however they liked.
A longing whisper crossed his lips:
-Undress me.
Villain exchanged their places in one smooth motion. His back was guided against a wall. He already crossed his wrists. Villain just had to take a hold of them and raise them above his head, keeping them in place. They held him like they didn't dream of letting go, taking their sweet time to unbutton the vest of his uniform.
They were surrounding him. This tantalising scent wrapped its way around him, filling his mind with the memories of all the nights they had spent together. How he longed for them, for him to belong all to them. They were towering over him with their confident smile. Everything was…hot.
A leg found its way between his own releasing a fuzzy wave of pleasure that washed all over him. His legs might just buckle right at this instant. He managed to gasp:
-You're such a tease.
Their smile turned a little mischievous.
-Do you want me to stop?
-No. Please don't. It's so, so good.
He was rewarded by a deep, insatiable kiss. They made their already charming voice take a suave undertone:
-Good boy.
The praise resonated in his ears. Another surge of pleasure took hold of his entire being. A small scream passed his lips. He whined:
-Villain~
Villain laughed in his ear. It was a satisfied hum that filled him with honey. They let go of his wrists and delicately slipped his vest off of his shoulders.
On Leader (because apparently he will be a reoccurring character)
Leader is the first character who has multiple iterations. Usually, my characters are pretty stable with one storyline attached to them. I think Leader is different mainly because (he's not like other boys) he was meant to be an archetype just like Hero and Villain.
It seems like I had attached more than an archetype to him but also a whole fragmented character.
So here are my two main timelines amongst all those where Leader dies tragically and where other things are going on.
The main main route: where the timeline gets more or less these attributes:
-Blue and White series with Doll!Villain (thanks @cassiavioletblue for the name idea for classification)
-Leader is a diplomat and can reason with most of the villains in the city
-Beginning of sweet romance with Lover!Villain
-Time skip (maybe a few months or a year or something I'm not sure), Leader is a little more stable in his mind (grown up maybe?). Either way, basically, there's a time skip and now we have Older!Leader
-Leader becomes the warden of a prison for villains at some point
-Superhero throws Leader in an arranged marriage with Lover!Villain at the request of Supervillain to maintain some kind of control over the city
-Leader ends up working for Supervillain after the latter takes the city from Superhero (despite the marriage that was really just to preserve the peace between the two sides more than anything else)
-Leader strangely gets more freedom and he puts in place a sort of militia made of trusted villains who would replace the ancient hero system
-it's more or less the good ending for him because he never had to outright go against his morals and the system he used to serve
-His popularity in the eyes of the public has never really decreased during all those events (except for concerns about the new militia)
-To be expanded on/Continued
The second main route or betrayal route: where it gets more or less these attributes:
-No trip to Doll!Villain's mansion for as far as I'm aware
-One of Leader's teammates gets more important (at least exists in this timeline): Rogue
-There's also Rival who is what Leader is with more confidence and is jealous because Superhero keeps favouring Leader (Maybe because they have much more power over Leader than Rival)
-Leader is still a diplomat
-The details are a bit muddy but basically, for reasons, Superhero wants Leader to end things on his term (his own life under Superhero's watchful gaze)
-At the last moment, Leader flees and joins the villain's side through a contract
-He's got a villain team now
-Friendship with Henchman
-Rival finally takes Leader's place
-To be expanded on/Continued
Basically a less happy ending for him because he had to betray Superhero outright and was hunted down by his own
In both timelines:
I have a character, the Jade Contractor, who isn't a part of any side. They just make contracts with anyone and can call in favours from a lot of influent people. The system works because people regularly come to ask them for favours and trust them because they follow their contracts and words to the letter.
At some point Leader needs help (to help one of his teammates?) and "sells his soul" to the Jade Contractor.
It's technically possible to clear debts with the Jade Contractor but once people see it's not so bad, they willingly use the Jade Contractor's system to ask for help.
This is the end of my Leader rant, thank you for coming :)
Themes: Slice of life, domestic romance, no conflict whatsoever just fluff on its bed of comfort with a cover of healthy relationship
Villain entered the kitchen where they were greeted by a sight they loved to admire. Leader was dressed in his own shorts and a t-shirt a little too baggy for him.
Villain still wondered where exactly he got it from. It was an extremely familiar t-shirt but then, they really couldn't tell why it looked like it would fit Villain's anatomy better. It was much better this way.
Leader was smiling, cutting pieces of ham and spreading cheese on soft rectangular bread with one dull knife for each actions. It was peaceful.
They got behind him and slowly wrapped their arms around his belly. They had all the time in the world. They asked absentmindedly:
-Triangle sandwich?
Villain left a soft hum wander in Leader's ear after their question.
-Indeed. I wanted to treat myself tonight. Was it okay?
Villain left a trail of kisses over the side of Leader's neck. They pressed his back just a little closer to their chest.
-You can treat yourself anytime.
His muscles were so relaxed under their hands. Their lover allowed himself to just be and it filled them with pride. He nodded, his hair tickled them.
-It's just so satisfying to spread the cheese just right. To get the perfect height everywhere, when it stops just at the border.
They rocked him back and forth, caressing his side gently. Leader's sandwiches were always done with the utmost precision and care. They completed in a purr:
-And the regular lines of the knife, it looks like what you might see in a zen garden.
-You think so?
They installed their chin more comfortably on his shoulder.
-Yes.
It earned them a kiss on the cheek.
-Zen gardens are made with much more discipline than this.
-It isn't about discipline. You're enjoying yourself and I love to see it.
Leader rubbed his cheek against theirs. He put the knife full of cheese on the side of the plate and grabbed the other one.
-There's another thing that's satisfying.
Villain nestled their face in Leader's neck and whispered there:
-What is it?
They stayed still as he started cutting the sandwhich in half. He answered while doing so:
-It's when I manage to make equal parts. When I make two perfect triangles, like those I used to eat from the stores.
Villain remembered a time when Leader didn't even have the time to eat. He was in a much better place, but they also understood that he still sometimes held on to those precious moments of peace during a long chaotic period.
-It's beautiful when you do. It's cute when you don't.
The last two triangles were cut and he placed them with their triangle brethren. It made a flower with the little leftover toast and the few cherry tomatoes from the day before.
Leader yawned with his hand covering his mouth. The weight of exhaustion seemed to settle a little more snuggly on his whole body. Their gaze met and Villain felt themselves grow more tender than they already were. Perhaps it was exhaustion too.
-How about a little treat from me as well?
-You mean in bed?
They exchanged a small kiss.
-Where else?
-I don't see any objections to this.
Leader gave the knife full of cheese to Villain. It was fresh in their mouth and smooth on their tongue. It made them want to sink their teeth in the rest of the food. Villain wouldn't have it any other way.
There was a satisfied inflection in Leader's voice as he said with a soft tired smile:
Blue and White: Trapped, The special place (part5)
Themes: minor comfort (we're speaking about Leader here), slice of life, no particular trigger for once
Leader was in Villain's arms. He still wasn't allowed to walk on his own, he either needed to be carried or be held by the hand. It was embarrassing but each day brought new privileges to him, the privilege to sleep, eat and shower. He could always bide his time.
The deeper they went into Villain's mansion, the more tense they got. Their lips thinned, their eyes grew a little wider. They seemed almost restless. He held on a little tighter to them, both to reassure them and in case they would drop him.
At some point, it felt like they had changed course, as if they had decided to backtrack. He couldn't pinpoint why he had this impression. The last corridors Villain had taken didn't seem to align with the rest of the path.
They arrived at a wooden door with more intricate motifs than the rest. Perhaps Villain had just been extremely nervous. They allowed him to stand on his feet. They took a hold of the handle with a smile on their face.
-Here we are my Darling, the special place!
They opened the door. There was nothing but darkness.
Their voice had come out a bit strained, as if it wasn't what they had in mind. As if it wasn't what they were thinking about. He wouldn't put what they say into question. For as far as he was concerned, this was the special place and he needed to react accordingly.
Villain entered and flicked the light switch. Familiar dim light flooded the room. The scent of leather was one of the first things that came to him, it was almost suffocating at first.
Leader had never seen as much fabrics before and never as well organised. Each fabric was stored on one of the different shelves, in different piles, by colour and presumably by type as well. It soothed a part of his brain to see such a beautiful storage room. He could be trapped there and he would be the happiest prisoner in the world.
He almost wanted to hug Villain. Almost. He knew something in his soul has healed just from this. This was a very special place indeed.
-I have a question for you, Darling.
This pulled him from his trance. He needed to stay focused.
-Yes, Villain?
They were smiling almost fondly. Something was on their mind. Villain had never done any wrong to Leader, it surely wouldn't change right away. Still, Leader tensed just in case.
-Shall we make you the black uniform you seemed to love?
Yes! Yes, it would be a dream come true. He schooled his features and answered with a calm tone:
-If you want, Villain.
Please, yes. He would be forever in their debt. Villain laughed. They seemed excited as well. Leader straightened just in case. They touched his nose, it was always something that made him uncomfortable.
-You don't need to contain your joy, Darling. You can express yourself here.
He froze. Villain already turned their back to him. He was allowed to express himself? What did that entail exactly? Practically, he meant. Villain surely didn't want him to express everything. He needed to think about this.
Villain was watching him expectantly. Did he need to express himself right at this moment?
-Are you coming?
He could walk?
His legs followed Villain as his mind was still trying to catch up to all the thoughts swirling inside his head. Villain had put a gigantic pile of plain black fabrics on a table. They seemed particularly giddy as well. A bright glint danced in their eyes.
They showed the pile with both their hands, bowing slightly in a "after you" gesture.
-Try them all, my Darling Leader.
What…what was he meant to do?
After a few more seconds of immobility, Villain took the first fabric on the pile and handed it to him. He shyly reached out and grabbed it. The softness made him relax slightly. Still, he didn't want to mess with their perfect pile.
-Go on. Don't be afraid. Mess around.
And find out? They they cupped his cheeks and rubbed a few circles on them:
-Have fun. Find the fabrics you like. I'll rearrange everything later don't worry.
At first, he reluctantly followed Villain's order. They had retreated on a small stepladder in one corner of the room. Ever watching. He made sure to keep the fabrics from being unfolded and made two more piles, one for acceptable fabrics and one for the rest. He always made sure to always have only three acceptable fabrics at all times.
Then it became a nice repetitive task. It gave him some peace of mind.
He touched fabrics as soft as the next. One seemed more resistant without losing the warm feeling comforting him. Like sturdier velvet in a way. The only thing he was lacking was the words to describe all he felt beneath his fingers.
It was all a little overwhelming but so enjoyable at the same time. He could lose himself in the textures. It was easy to get lost in the sensory delight as if his hands were asking for more, more gentleness and softness.
He kept coming back to the same one somehow, with its sturdiness giving him another layer of stability and perceived protection. It felt like it couldn't be damaged as easily, like it was a trustworthy fabric.
The colour itself was soothing. It was a deep black like the night sky. It reminded him of patrols where he could take a break and a breath from his other duties. The more he kept it in his hands the more he fell in love with it. Oh, to have a blanket with this…
He didn't even want to go on. It just felt right.
Villain sauntered towards him. For a brief moment he wondered whether he had done something wrong. He had stopped his task after all.
-Have you made your choice, Darling Leader?
If they wanted. He could always choose something else.
-I believe so.
Their gaze seemed to have seen something about Leader. They beamed at him.
-Wonderful!
They touched his nose. Again. Then they hugged him and cradled him excitedly. It was soft and warm in their embrace.
Just as suddenly, they let go of him. They quickly remade their pile and stored it, leaving him only with the fabric he had…chosen. Villain came back to the table and turned on a bright light. It was a little blinding at first. The intensity of the light lessened.
-Come closer.
He obeyed. The lamp had a few different buttons.
-It's what I use to look at my materials under different lights. Quite literally. It's a wonderful tool Scientist made just for me. I don't normally do this with fabrics, unless I'm looking for a very particular effect, but for finer details it's just perfect.
It seemed strange that they wouldn't use it with fabrics. It felt like they weren't exactly genuine about this explanation.
-Tell me, what do you like about this fabric?
They did normally use it with fabrics, didn't they? They just didn't want Leader to. Was he overthinking?
-I like the texture…and the colour.
Villain's lips thinned. It confirmed Leader's suspicions. He shouldn't have talked about the colour. They got lost in thought, for a moment he was scared they were going to turn violent and cold. He froze where he stood, he didn't want to get any attention on himself.
His heart jumped when they met his eyes. They scoffed softly, their smile resurfacing on their face. It was a calmer reaction than what he was expecting, for the moment. They continued voice enthusiastic with a strain, their eyes averted:
-And now, for the details!
They went to one of the shelves close by and took out a box with plenty of strings around sticks. He just realised he didn't know the name of those objects. They were all a shade of yellow, ranging from pale to almost flamboyant to golden. They were neatly organised just like the rest of the room.
-Choose the colour of the embroidery. There's already golden so you can choose any kind of yellow…and Leader.
They had whispered the last two words. It was an invitation to lean a little closer. He obeyed, they winked at him like they were sharing a secret:
-I would like you to add another little colour.
Leader didn't know what was an embroidery. The only golden thing he had seen on Villain's sketch was the details on the uniform, so he guessed it would be some kind of motif. He always hated guessing things like this. Two times out of three, he guessed wrong.
All he needed to do was choose two colours and let Villain do what they wanted with it.
-You are allowed to go through all my yarn. They are all stored on this shelf. Don't hesitate to use my lamp to get a better idea about what it might look like on the fabric.
He nodded and started his task.
He went through the yellow yarn while thinking about the other colour Villain wanted him to choose. Then, his thoughts plunged deeper. Why were they so nice to him? Why did they give him any choice in this uniform? Why making it in the first place?
Leader came to the conclusion that it might be some sort of leverage. If he didn't behave in the future, he wouldn't have the uniform one way or another. It was better to lose clothes than food or other primary resources. If push came to shove, he could make the uniform look like the most precious thing in the world to protect his more vital needs.
He was still a prisoner after all.
Blue would be the colour needed.
He tested the different buttons on the lamp. Some lights imitated the natural rays of the sun at different times of the day, others mimicked artificial lights, and one was a ray not of light but of darkness.
Scientist had made the lamp didn't they? It was an impressive feat. Leader didn't quite understand how they managed to make a light of darkness. Still, he used it to choose a yarn better suited for his needs.
Something that wouldn't spark under the moonlight. When he was out at night it usually meant he was in some kind of trouble. He took a golden yarn that didn't shine. As for the blue, he decided to settle on a light blue that almost tended towards purple. Villain would perhaps forgive him for this.
Where were they? They were nowhere to be seen from what Leader could tell. He just needed to wait for Villain to come back. He still didn't trust himself with moving too much, especially since his last escape attempt.
He lost himself in the organisation of the room. It gave him a special kind of calm.
Villain came back, satisfied as ever.
-Have you made your choice my little Darling?
-I believe I have.
They took his hands in his, their eyes scanned what he had chosen with a precision Leader would have loved to have. The expert eyes of a specialist. They vibrated a quiet excitement.
-Good, very good.
He could breath. He was starting to understand what satisfied Villain.
-I would like to take more pictures of you. In other outfits.
They jumped in place like a giddy child. Their smile was bright.
One of my favorite tropes is the character having to dance with the enemy at a formal event. Who’s leading the dance? Whose hand is on the other’s back, and how threatening are they being? Who asked for the dance? Is it a power play? Did it go wrong? Who dips who?? WHO DIPS WHO??
This Leader would be an older version of the one in the series Blue and White (more or less, depending on the AU) and this Villain isn't the same Villain as the one in the series.
Themes: dance in a ballroom, Leader x Villain, sweet, trust, romance
-Leader, I trust you will use the truce during the ball accordingly.
-Yes Superhero. I won't disappoint you.
-You better not. It's important for the city.
-For the city.
———
Leader was aware he was one of the most influential people in the room. People were both trying to get on his good side and avoiding him like the pest. He had to admit, he did come off as distant to those who didn't know him personally.
But he wasn't the most influential nor the most intimidating. The first step to concretise the peace between heroes and villains would be to speak with Supervillain but…Leader could certainly wait a little more…
Superhero relied on him, he was Leader, The Warden, The Diplomat. It was his duty to appease the villains, most already trusted him. But speaking to Supervillain was something else. They could be ruthless and they could be impatient, they had the means to act however they wished.
Villain came to him. Their grace, their sly and regal smile were recognizable in any situation. It was a more than friendly face. Some weight already eased from his shoulders. He still needed to act as if nothing ever happened between the both of them, as if they were very polite enemies.
-Good evening, Leader.
Leader bowed slightly, he never quite knew what to say to Villain. They always had a way to catch his attention, to make it difficult to think. Rather, make his true thoughts slippery inside his mind, forcing them to rise to the surface. The things they had managed to make him confess...
And they never told anything to anyone. His voice turned softer with them.
-Good evening to you too, Villain. It has been a long time hasn't it?
Villain winked, smile mischievous. They whispered proud, daring and kind all at once:
-Too long for you?
What a tease. Leader had to fight back his smile, act as if there wasn't any part of him that was yearning to just fall in Villain's arms right here and there. Yes, it has been too long. He kept his polite tone in his answer:
-A long time since we last fought on the battlefield.
Villain mused:
-The battlefield? It's not the only place where we can meet, I believe.
The people were watching. Leader deflected:
-Did you enter the Agency as a spy?
His hand grasped the hem of his white uniform. This time, he realised he had done it, he was getting nervous. Villain noticed it too, just like they always did. They took an elegant step forward, shielding him from most of the guests with their black fur cape. They continued as if nothing happened between them:
-That can be a way to meet. Or perhaps in the streets, in a cafe, anywhere really. We were enemies after all.
Their tone turned more cold, not exactly mocking, but more grand and regal. The rest of their body was telling a different story:
-The possibilities were near endless, I believe you should think about all the ways I could have possibly gotten you in my grasp.
Of all the ways they could have caught Leader, they decided to use the sweetest methods to hold his heart. Through a kind of compassion Leader had never found anywhere else and gentle praises and even tender actions.
Leader nodded. It meant "Thank you for not playing with fire anymore, for acting accordingly". The rest of the people would only see politeness. There was comfortable silence between the two. Leader took a few sips of his wine under Villain's watchful gaze.
Despite their best effort, Villain leaned in as they usually did when they were all alone. For a moment, they shed their fake pride and their superficial arrogance. They were cradling him with their eyes. They whispered with all their heart:
-I wish I would be the one making you drink this. At your own rhythm but it would have been so cute.
Leader wished they weren't in the ball room. He wished they were at Villain's place, enjoying a nice evening cuddling each other, not in a suffocating room with way too much eyes and too much expectations on his shoulders. He answered before Villain could take a step back.
-I wish I could hold your hand.
They straightened with an almost arrogant smirk on their face. Their eyes roamed around the room before they exclaimed in a grandiose tone:
-Let's dance shall we?
The people quieted down. And Leader was left repeating:
-Dance?
-I need to show that both our sides can be united. It's what we're all looking for isn't it?
They always talked with this easy confidence, explaining their plan truthfully although never revealing all of it. Leader was practically sure he knew all the pieces of their plan this time. He leaned into the opportunity provided by Villain:
-It is indeed what we're looking for. I'm honoured to be seen as a candidate for this noble cause.
-Aren't you worried to be used like this? Aren't you scared of my true intentions? I've been one of your most dangerous opponents.
What was Villain playing at? Were they leaning into the stereotypes to better destroy those? Whatever they had in mind, he needed to stay a constant variable for them and not stray from the course he would normally take with villains.
-You are a skilled opponent, it would be stupid not to admit it. But you are also honest and reasonable.
It made Villain hum their happy laugh. They pressed a gentle kiss to Leader's knuckles. He wasn't sure it was part of the act anymore. It had all been done so naturally. They kept their tone regal, almost suave yet unshakable:
-Keep flattering me Leader.
An order. One Leader couldn't possibly refuse.
-I would like to thank you for always sparing my teammates.
Their smile turned wolfish, self satisfied:
-Such a grateful being.
They softened once again:
-I will ask you more politely then, would you be willing to dance with me? Show everyone that we can all get along.
Only soft murmurs buzzed across the ballroom. All eyes were on them. Leader's gaze went to a few of them, they were waiting for a reaction. Superhero and Supervillain were observing intently.
There was only one thing to do then. Leader nodded.
-It would be an honour.
His honour.
The guests made room for them, almost on instinct, as if they didn't want to get caught up in the crossfire that was their interaction. Their hands intertwined, a familiar weight settled on Leader's back as his own hand found its way on Villain's shoulder.
He schooled his features into his usual impassible face. He had to show he was simply on duty, doing what was needed with a cold indifference. Only Villain was aware of the warmth that was coursing through his veins.
Before the first step, Villain turned to the musicians on the other side of the ballroom. Their voice carried their order without trouble, even silence didn't dare muffling it.
-I would like a special song and I know you repeated it.
Then clear as day, with an excited inflection:
-Fish in a birdcage!
His favourite song. He tried to keep his expression in check as another wave of warmth swelled inside his chest. He wanted to smile as he heard the first notes fill the room. He felt his eyes softening when he met Villain's gaze. They whispered in his ear:
-This one is for you.
Leader followed Villain's lead as they were both carried by the sound of the music. Gentle warmth wrapped around all his being, spreading everywhere. For a moment it got him worried, he whispered:
-Am I blushing?
-You never do. The only time I saw you get remotely red was when you got a fever.
Right.
-It's cute that you asked, though.
Such a tease. Leader wanted to let themselves melt in their arms. Why did he have to walk on his own legs when Villain was always happy to hold him against them? They half-hummed half-laughed again. The most beautiful sound in the universe.
He needed to get a hold of himself, he forced his back straight and his expression blank. It wasn't just the two of them. It was them, the guests, Supervillain and Superhero…and the press. The vultu — reporters in the press wouldn't miss any part of their dance for their little magazines and rumours.
-Don't think of them. Focus on us.
Their voice rose a little louder, speaking to the rest of the room:
-We're dancing for the peace we're both seeking.
Leader nodded. He had forgotten it was what they were doing, dancing. The touch, the steps that intertwined and the smooth motions were just so familiar, as easy as walking when it was with them.
He needed to focus, focus on Villain.
He couldn't get closer than they already were, he couldn't lean his head on their shoulder. But he could let the music carry him to the beat, remembering the lyrics of the song. The voice that comforts him, the voice of understanding and empathy. To him it was Villain's with the way they cradled him with soft words and praises. Words meant only for him.
He could still be cradled and comforted.
He got more confident as the music rose in intensity, so did Villain as they guided him with bolder steps. He found himself humming the lyrics over the instrumental he knew so well. Their movements turned more complex, slipping back to what they were used to do.
Villain made him twirl more often, they separated and came back together. It felt simple, like the world had no say on what they did. It felt like familiarity and passionate peacefulness. It was just the two of them carried by the wings of the melody.
The music stopped with its last beat.
He was dipped as he let himself be guided by their steady arms. It was peaceful, as if he was going to fall asleep right there. He was light-weight, floating, supported. It was bliss.
Before he could close his eyes, he was lifted up, slowly but surely. He half came back to his senses during the motion. He ended up flushed against Villain with his hands on their chest. All he could see was their smile, proud, bright and true. They looked like a serene monarch, nothing could get at them. He couldn't help but admire them.
Villain whispered:
-Now, let's make our dream come true. Shall we?
Leader nodded, still dazed from the dance. He kept his small smile at bay as soon as he realised it was there. He followed Villain as they approached Supervillain. Together, with his words and their confidence, nothing would be out of reach.
I'm getting impatient with my writing so I cut my chapter in half. Enjoy.
Themes: slice of life, comfort(although we're talking about Leader so take it with a grain of salt), slice of life (?), invasive touch (non-sexual)(we're talking about Villain, what did you expect?), brief mentions of torture
Life had never been so quiet.
Leader was sitting on the velvet sofa. Villain was away, from what he had gathered, to talk to Supervillain. Leader wasn't particularly worried, for once. He had left the latter on good terms last time they had negotiated and Supervillain were very reasonable.
From as far as he was instructed, he had nothing to do, no assignment to give back, no reports to make, no speech to prepare, no papers to fill, no conflict to resolve.
It was peaceful.
He was itching to do something, anything to keep himself occupied. Superhero always kept him busy. But what if Villain came back the moment he decided to move? After what had happened could he truly disobey them?
So he was stuck in this strange limbo between action and inaction. He could wait, it was easy enough. But also…
He sighed. Just a few push-ups, then he would sit back on the sofa as if nothing happened.
He got in position on the carpet. His right arm hurt. The flash of the debris crossed his mind, something had cracked there.
It was fine. He put his arm behind his back and began his exercise on one hand. It was a little harder but nothing he couldn't manage. He quickly found himself sinking in the motion, keeping track only of the numbers of acceptable push-ups he did.
It was nice to exercise, he was doing something both productive and relaxing. Twice the productivity in a way. He could feel his muscles rolling beneath his skin and his body contracting to keep his back straight. A semblance of normalcy in an otherwise still brand-new environment.
At a hundred, he stopped and got back on his feet, panting slightly but it was the good kind of breathless. One that told him he didn't lose all his strength.
He turned around to get back on the sofa only to have his breath taken again. Villain was waiting, observing him.
Couldn't they just stop him as soon as they saw him? Why did they always need to gather more evidence of Leader's disobedience? Superhero would have stopped him right in his tracks.
Villain was smiling fondly. They didn't seem angry. Hopefully they weren't.
-Nice biceps, Darling.
What should he answer to this? They let their white coat fall to the ground, revealing their bare muscular arms as well.
-You seemed to have fun.
He didn't mean to have fun. He just needed to do something with himself. He didn't dare interrupt them. He just lowered his head and focused on his breath.
-Mind if I join?
-No, Villain.
Villain's smile turned malicious. They asked with a regal intonation, almost cruel:
-No for joining you or no you don't mind?
His heartbeat spiked. Why didn't he make it clearer? Why didn't he think before talking? Why was he always saying the wrong thing? His voice strained as he spoke, his words came faster than his thoughts, scrambling to right the wrong:
-I don't mind you joining me.
Villain looked proud of themselves. They cupped his cheeks and rubbed circles on them as they crooned:
-I'm just teasing you don't worry, I understood.
It was mean of them…
———
Leader was on the sofa and counted Villain's push ups. It was harder to keep track of the count for some reasons. The numbers didn't flow as naturally, but he had to keep up. He couldn't mess up on something that simple.
At some point, Villain stopped. Their gaze wandered on Leader. Had he missed a number? They asked:
-It's boring isn't it?
What could Leader answer to this exactly?
-If you think so.
Villain's smile turned mischievous again. What nonsense has he spouted again? Did it sound too condescending? It did, didn't it? Villain ordered softly:
-Get on my back.
What?
-I'll be different that way.
Leader reluctantly got up and approached Villain. He hesitated when he got behind them but pressed on. He couldn't not obey. He wrapped his arms around Villain's chest, gradually put his weight on them and rested his head on their shoulder blade.
He was flustered in this uncomfortable way once again. The proximity felt forced, he wanted nothing more than to go back on the sofa and lay still. Lay still but not directly on Villain.
The smell of jasmine and sweat wrapped around him. He found at least one familiar scent in a strange situation, it reassured him slightly.
His discomfort was quickly forgotten as Villain started their push ups once again. He got lost in the flow of numbers this time around when a shake tore a primal scream from him. The sound of a clap registered only after.
It made Villain laugh. They gently collapsed on the floor body riddled with joyous spasms.
-I loved this scream. It really came from the heart.
Leader corrected, the spike of adrenaline still clouding his mind:
-It came from the throat. What have you done?
Villain seemed to fight against their own need for air and painstakingly managed to form the sentence:
-I jumped.
Their whole body shook with each gasp and each giggle. Were they going to die? Leader got off of Villain before being promptly pulled back in an embrace. Villain's happiness was contagious. He was glad to hide his own smile in Villain's neck.
All things considered it had been funny.
He had never made Superhero happy like that before. But with Villain, it all seemed so easy. It was nice to be cradled, to be held close, to have laughter fill his ears. He could almost lose himself in this.
It took time for Villain to take back their hold on themselves and perhaps Leader had trouble keeping a few chuckles at bay. Nothing he couldn't hide as a few tiny coughs. Villain was taking long inhales, their body had relaxed with Leader still resting on them.
-I'm a little tired.
But Villain didn't even get above forty push ups. But then, Leader had been on top of them so he did burden them.
-Let's do something else, Darling Leader.
So it was just that they were bored. It reassured Leader. He looked up at them, waiting for their next order. Their bright smile shone even brighter when they exclaimed with a finger raised in the air:
-I'm going to show you a special place!
———
Before going to "the special place", Leader got to take a shower in private. It was relieving to get in a place without any eyes observing him be they real or imagined. Indeed, even the mannequins didn't get to accompany him.
While he passed soap on his body, he wondered what "the special place" might be. It might be a torture chamber, with all the tools needed to punish him for exercising earlier. He would be corrected. There wasn't really a standard punishment but captors usually liked using restraints and whips.
He turned the water just a little more scalding to get ready for the burning sensation. Shampoo got in his eyes practically at the same time. He could barely open them without pain stinging him. It was a good reminder that something unexpected could still happen.
But why did it have to hurt so much? Was he even allowed to use the shampoo in the first place?
He stumbled his way into making the water a little colder, blinded by the irritation. A glacial flood tore a gasp from him. How could he be this incompetent? A new wave of fire took a hold of him as he stepped away only to get in contact with the freezing walls. He retreated with another gasp as the tiles bit his skin.
The unexpected was a very important parameter.
He painstakingly got the shampoo out of his eyes with numb fingers before stopping the water. His eyes were still warm and itching from the ordeal but at least he could see. He was glad the shower was closed by four walls, he would have made a mess otherwise. And he was especially glad no one got to see this pathetic debacle.
He sighed. It was finished. He stayed still for a moment, muscles relaxed and skin riddled with goosebumps, contemplating the chain of events. It always came to an end at some point.
He tried to open the door. It didn't move. Was he trapped there? He wasn't exactly afraid, just drained. Instead of pushing it, he pulled and managed to get out of the shower without slipping. There was no need to panic.
He was thankful for the big purple fluffy towel, he could almost wrap his whole being from head to toe. It shielded him from the cold air. It was good to feel clean and warm. He was glad to find clothes in the drawer Villain had indicated. For a moment, he thought he would have to let Villain dress him.
He didn't manage to make sense of every piece left for him but he put the rest correctly, hopefully. In the mirror, he looked a lot more casual than usual: with pants and a jacket, a few wooden trinkets and mittens. Maybe it all felt a little bit loose but he didn't mind, the fabric was pleasant. He kept passing his finger on his sleeve and lost himself in the softness, thinking about nothing just feeling. He could almost close his eyes-
A knock on the door tore him from his bliss.
-Darling Leader! Are you finished? Can I come in?
Did he make them wait? His voice wasn't quite ready to be this loud, this confident:
-Yes, Villain. You may come in.
Was he truly the one to give the permission to enter? In the mirror, Leader could see Villain's excited expression turn into something giddy and happy. They came to him, placing their hands on his shoulders.
-My, my! What do we have here?
-I didn't manage to put everything.
He showed the two pieces of fabric he didn't find the utility for. Would Villain be angry at his lack of understanding? They didn't seem to mind, they took the fabrics and explained:
-This one is put around the waist. The other one is a bandana.
Villain put the last pieces on him themselves. It still felt invasive. Why couldn't he just do it himself with the information he had been given? He had already shown how compliant he was.
At least they seemed pleased with themselves as they took two steps back to admire their work. The best course of action would be to look at himself in the mirror, just to get an accurate idea of what he should look like.
He felt held by the belt with intricate motifs around his waist, a little more protected somehow. The bandana made a sort of triangle over his head. He was surprised at how much more shy it made him look. It felt foreign to see himself with so much accessories. It was pretty, but it wasn't necessary.
-How is it?
-It's beautiful…
Was he meant to talk about the comfort of the fabric? It was just meant to be pretty was it? He didn't need to risk it. Villain pushed almost expectantly:
-And?
He had to finish his thoughts then.
-I… it is comfortable… as well.
Two hands held his cheeks softly. It meant he did well.
Hero x Villian where Hero kills and unmasks Villain in a final bloody battle but when they pull off the mask
DUN
DUN
DUN
(villain is someone important to them e.g sibling, lover, etc who was either being mid-controlled, manipulated or black-mailed by supervillain or were just plain evil and always planned on betraying hero)
the anguish of finding out that you have betrayed by someone while also dealing with the fact that you just *killed them*
Why?
warnings: character death, blood, death of a sibling, murder of a sibling, intense guilt, angst, no comfort, just pain and misery and sadness :(
Hero had finally managed to land the finishing blow. Villain was on the ground, gasping for air, blood pooling around them. Hopefully, they wouldn't rise from this again.
Hero stumbled towards Villain, the former panting and clutching a wound of their own. There was one last thing the crimefighter wanted to do before moving on to Supervillain. What did Villain look like beneath the mask?
Villain weakly rasped:
-Don't…
It was as if they could sense what their nemesis was about to do. It was infuriating to have a criminal always be a step ahead, but it would soon be finished.
Hero crouched near Villain, putting a foot on their hand just in case. The latter begged again:
-No.
-Shut up. You're just a criminal.
Without further ado, Hero took the mask off in one smooth motion.
For a moment, shock overtook the crimefighter. Their brain refused to recognise those eyes that had seen them in all the steps of their life, those freckles that were always just a little more numerous than Hero's, those cheeks that looked so much like their own…
Something snapped and twisted inside Hero. They finally gasped.
The mask fell to the ground.
It felt like the world was ending.
Ugly sobs tore through them as they took their oldest sibling in their arms. As they cradled them, carded through their hair. Sibling were already so, so cold. Still they tried to smile, but it came out as a pained grimace.
Sibling tried to raise their arm, Hero took their hand and placed it on their own cheek. The latter lamented:
-But why? Why?
A tiny, tiny breath answered them:
-I just wanted to protect you.
With this last confession they were gone.
Forever.
Hero sunk their head in Sibling's chest, just holding on to the memory of the comfort, trying desperately to relive now-tainted memories. It was unfair. It was all unfair. Why did it have to be them? Why did it have to end like this?
Their thoughts were a painful void, repeating the same terrible questions I over and over again. Why did Hero kill their own sibling? How could they have been so cold about it? As cold as their sibling, as the world. Why?
The pit in their stomach kept expanding, digging into the rest of their being. Why was Hero even fighting when they couldn't even protect their own family? When they murdered their own family?
Hero couldn't even see Sibling through the tears, it felt like the crime fighter had lost them a second time. They couldn't even see them even if they wanted. They clung desperately to the corpse they held dear.
The last two weeks were very hard for me. I desperately want to write but I’m blocked on the Blue and White series. I’m looking to make little snippets to gain back writing momentum.
Link to requests rules
Everyone can send an ask I’m just tagging a few people who may be interested: @hoshi-no-koinu, @cassiavioletblue.
a character belonging to my friend @hoshi-no-koinu (I hope she looks more or less as you had imagined her).
I really love this character, it’s the easiest thing to draw so I drew a few sketches of her. I gave her a little bag for her to put her tools in (using telekinesis).
this is my submission for the @writeblr-art-trade this month! Featuring my OC Aurelis (right), and @luluthespectator 's oc Malice (left)!
I was partially inspired by that one Scooby Doo Screencap where the gang is looking over a book. I don't know what Malice and Aurelis are reading, but something tells me it's a bit shocking lol
They may be reading a book about the way people thought powers worked a few centuries from their era. Maybe they are perplexed by some categories of powers and the explanation that goes with it.
I don’t know why I came up with this idea but it is fun to play with it.
