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Hero x Villain
Somethings Never Change
Just a Couple Days
Desperation
In Sickness and in Health
Planned right
Nyquil
Rest
I love you
Series
Icy Blue Eyes,
Forest Green Eyes (Part 2 of Icy Blue Eyes)
Blood Red Shirt (Part 3)
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Masterlist :)
Hero x Villain
Somethings Never Change
Just a Couple Days
Desperation
In Sickness and in Health
Planned right
Nyquil
Rest
I love you
Series
Icy Blue Eyes,
Forest Green Eyes (Part 2 of Icy Blue Eyes)
Blood Red Shirt (Part 3)
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sorry for not posting guys home and school took my attention I have a story I just need to finish it so sorry it might take a minute but I promise I’m still thinking about you guys
my ass is desperate-
I really need writing ideas, and also wanna hear what you guys want me to write so please tell me if you guys wanna see anything specific
I love you
“I love you.”
“Don’t” Those three words could shatter the world Villain had worked so hard to build.
“I love you.”
“Please stop.” The tears were falling freely now. No point in stopping. Villain’s perfect facade had died the moment he saw the Hero, dying in the comfiest bed Villain could find and drag up to Medbay because of his actions. “You’re going to live.”
“You once asked me what I was going to do after I retired from Heroics. I never answered your question.”
“I was going to keep you safe.”
“I was never making it anyways. Too many enemies.”
Villain found Hero in the alleyway, already halfway gone. One hour later they were at Villain’s medbay, both knowing Villain had found him a little too late.
Villain was basically on top of Hero, cupping his lover’s cheek trying to study every feature before it faded away forever. “Are you scared?”
Hero grabbed Villain’s wrist with withering strength. “No. I’m going to die peacefully.”
“Please don’t go.”
Hero chuckled, and the heart monitor slowed a little more. “I don’t really have a choice.”
Villain sobbed. “I love you.” He whispered.
Hero smiled and leaned up. “I love you.”
The sun rose on their dying love. And gave birth to Villain’s rage.
Bear with me yall im so tired ;-;
But as always constructive critism is always welcome requests are open, and I hope everyone has an amazing day/night :D
Story coming soon :) (Side note to @neon-kazoo Im reading ur stories this afternoon very excited to see what you did :D)
Small Announcment
Taking a minor break from Tumblr, just to get some things sorted out in my personal life. So sorry, Ill post as soon as everything is right again.
Have a great day/night :D
Rest
TW: Mentions of death, talks of the afterlife
Please note that this is a fictional afterlife! I do not know what it will be like or am I trying to push on any sort of belief!
"Are you upset?"
"It's definitely an adjustment…but no. I've never been happier."
Villain didn't open his eyes. The room was too dark to see anything anyway. Hero shifted around beside him, burying his neck into Villain's shoulder, his lips brushing against his neck.
Villain buried his face into Hero's hair, taking in the sweet, soft scent of roses from the shampoo Hero used.
Lying on their bed, legs entangled with each other. Villain couldn't ask for anything more.
"And I don't have to work anymore." Hero pointed out. "Almost got up to go on patrol."
Villain helps him a little tighter. "Don't get up."
Hero scoffed. "Don't plan on doing so today."
It's hard to believe they were finally free. Something Villain would have to get used to, with all the new adjustments and changes.
New city (could you even call it a city?) New home, (Forever home). New everything (An entirely new phase of their existence). But they would never have to run again.
The Villain didn't have to worry about death anymore. You couldn't worry about death if you had already died.
He still needed to get used to the fact that the sky was always a deep blue color in the afterlife. The clouds always looked like watercolors. The afterlife was dark, yet peaceful.
No more running, no more fighting.
Villain had always seen the afterlife as a field of plains stretching for miles, except here he was, in a photocopy of his and Hero's apartment, with the world itself stretching forever. Everything was the same. People still bustled about, did whatever job they wanted. Yet no one was committing any crimes.
The people who suffered a fate that the Villain didn't even want to think about.
All he could think about was how peaceful it all was. The afternoon naps, the movie marathons, watching Hero become the writer he always wanted to be, instead of going around dealing with other people's messes.
The corrupt Hero Agency wouldn't touch them. Supervillain couldn't find them.
It had been a brutal death, sure, with Hero dying at the hands of Supervillain, and Villain blowing Supervillain and himself up to ensure Hero's dying wish of peace was secure.
Hero had fallen asleep, lightly snoring. Villain watched him closely, taking in every part of his perfect features. There was faint scars, a couple around his face, more than Villain wanted to count on his torso if he took off the black t-shit. Another new adjustment.
Supervillain's fate was harsh, considering Villain had redeemed himself. But he didn't want to think of Supervillain. He just wanted to think of the eternity he had left with his lover.
And he would die a hundred times over to be with Hero.
He watched Hero sigh in his sleep, knowing it had all been worth it.
As sleep weighed on him, he pressed his forehead against Hero's, letting himself rest.
See you would think that with school being out, I would have more time to write, but SAT prep has been kicking my ass ;-;
Anyways constructive criticism is always appreciated, requests are open! I hope everyone has a great day/night! :D
I am 120% positive that if we saw a collab song with Paris Paloma and Sofia Isella the entirety of the male population would just cease to exist.
NyQuil
Villain watched Hero sprawled across the couch, half his face buried in the cushions, papers strewn everywhere. He was out of it, exhausted, maybe from the overtime at the Hero Agency, maybe from the extra patrols.
Maybe from the Nyquil Villain had slipped into Hero's drink a couple minutes ago.
Probably the overtime.
Hero's eyes fluttered over slightly as Villain brushed some of the papers carelessly onto the floor. He grabbed at them aimlessly for a moment before his limbs simply gave up. Villain sat by his head, brushing away the strands that had fallen in his lover's face.
Hero's eyes threatened to close any moment now. "Again?" He managed to slur out.
Villain smiled. "You need to sleep, love. Those papers aren't due tomorrow."
"I got a shift in a couple hours."
"It also seems that the Agency has unexpectedly closed due to maintenance issues."
Hero chuckled. "So that's why the drink tasted funky."
"Yes, that's why the drink tasted funky."
"I need to get this work done?"
"Alright then. Get up."
"There was a pause. At one point, Villain was convinced Hero had fallen asleep. Then he heard a gentle sigh. "Okay, you win."
Villain grinned. "That's what I thought."
Villain looped one hand around Hero's knees and back, knowing that any attempt to walk would result in utter failure (and probably a photo on Villain's phone).
As they made it upstairs, Villain spoke up. "You know I wouldn't go through all this effort if you would just stop overworking yourself." All he got was a hum in return. Villain rolled his eyes. He'd address it more with Hero when he was more coherent.
Just as Villain settled Hero down, preparing to leave for his own devices, Hero grabbed his wrist. "Stay?" The whisper was faint but there.
Villain smiled and crawled into the covers, pulling the almost limp Hero close. "Of course."
Constructive criticism is always appreciated! My requests are open! Have a great day/night :D
Planned right
"Oh Herooooo-" "It's not Hero anymore." The voice sounded tired, cracked, broken. Villain paused. He had been on a business trip for 2 weeks. No communication, no news. He hadn't bothered to check the news on the way back, just endless driving back to the city where he beelined to Hero's apartment. After those couple of weeks, he felt like annoying the crap out of his favorite nemesis. The place was dark; the only source of light shining was the peaks of sunlight bursting through the closed blinds. It wasn't necessarily messy, but someone would definitely mistake this place for abandoned if they walked in. Villain found Hero in his office; papers were strewn everywhere. One stood out, a newspaper torn in half, the other part somewhere in the sea of paper. "Superhero found-" Villain didn't need to find the other half to understand. Superhero, the kind mentor even Villain had found respect for. Superhero, the person who didn't walk towards the cameras every time she was finishing a mission, but instead helping with damage control, who comforted kids. Superhero, who Villain had found volunteering at charities, homeless shelters, and orphanages, not in her usual hero uniform, but as a normal person, with no cameras, no fame, no videos of her actions. Villain had greatly respected her for it. Superhero. Hero's older sister. He explained through broken sobs. Superhero. Killed in a shooting helping injured civilians. She wasn't even on duty. Just like herself, helping those when she got caught in the crossfire between the police and the shooters. People didn't even know their beloved savior was dead until one of the other heroes identified her in the morgue during the aftermath. "They want me to take her place. Become the new Superhero." Hero finished, tapping his fingers together, always missing the ring finger before going back around, a tactic to help panic attacks. Villain said nothing, just walked over to where Hero, now Superhero, was sitting and carefully pried the Superhero pin out of his hands. "I'm getting inducted tomorrow. Started work that afternoon. Meetings, interviews, charity work. My calendar is already filled to the brim for the next 2 months." Superhero whispered after a moment of silence. "I don't know how she did all that." His voice cracked with every syllable. Villain didn't respond. Not with words at least. He wasn't a very touchy person, unlike Superhero, but he tried his best. The arm around his shoulder was awkward, to say the least, but it was something. Superhero took it anyways, leaning on Villain's shoulder. It was just the two for hours, until the morning when Superhero had to get ready for his inauguration. Superhero adjusted with time. He gave a damn good speech, which Villain totally didn't help with, right. The workload didn't get lighter; it just became easier to bear. Two months later, Villain became Supervillain, scheduled and planned, as the old Supervillain made a smooth retirement. Nothing like Superhero's sudden promotion, but still just as hard work-wise. Even through events, meetings, fights, and interviews, they still made time for each other.
As always constructive criticism is always appreciated. Requests are open and have a great day/night! :D
In Sickness and in Health
Through the haze of fever medication and sniffles, Supervillain felt a familiar figure crawl into the blankets.
Stop, he tried to slur out. You'll get sick. But the words died in the fury of coughs that wracked his lungs.
But his husband stayed put, resting his hand against his chest. Supervillain tried to pull away, but he longed for the warm touch more than anything and found himself leaning into it against his will. He stuttered through the cotton plaguing his mind, managing a pitiful whimper so laughable coming from the same man who threatened to kill the mayor a mere couple of days ago.
"Shhhh," His husband whispered, stroking away the sweaty hair. "It's alright. I got you."
"I'll get you sick." Finally, the words came out weak and raspy, but they were coherent.
"That's alright," Superhero replied, his fingers gently rubbing the base of Supervillain's throat, right above his collarbone, letting his ice powers cool the rampant fever despite Supervillain's shivering.
The chills spread through his entire body, and despite knowing it would help the sickness, Supervillain found himself weakly fighting against it.
"I know love, I know. I'm so sorry." He felt Superhero's lips brush against his ear. "But we need the fever to go down before it gets too high."
They stayed like that, even long after Supervillain succumbed to restless sleep.
And if the Superhero got sick just as Supervillain recovered, he would roll his eyes and rest the ice pack against the nape of the Superhero's neck and hold his partner as he squirmed against the cold, knowing it was doing more good than harm. He would comfort him over and over again, knowing the Superhero would do the same in a heartbeat. Even though they were the most powerful beings in the city, they let themselves be weak and vulnerable around each other.
As always, constructive criticism is always appreciated! Have a good day/night :D
Question
What kind of story should I post next? I kinda wanna hear from yall so I get a grasp of what to write next. Pls comment ur ideas!
Blood Red Shirt
Part 1, Part 2
Part 3! Again I'm really worried this is confused so if anyone wants help understand I'm more than happy to explain!
Note: Supervillain's powers are the ability to manipulate and detect human emotion. I tried to portray that a lot cause well...it's his superpower. But he sees emotions as colors.
Supervillain burst through the duel doorway of Villain's lair, Henchman following suit. Villain was pacing in Medbay, his dress shirt and hands covered in blood. His head snapped up when he heard the doors almost fly off the hinges.
"Where is he." Henchman grabbed him by the shoulders, more worry than anger.
"I have Medic working on him right now- they said-" Villain replied. He was usually one of those people who never cried, never panicked, it only worsened Supervillain's fears. It was alien to see the purple fear around a usually steady man.
Henchman guided him to the closest bench. "Breathe. We need you to breathe. In. Out."
Villain did as he was told, rubbing his face with his hands, smearing the blood around. Supervillain snatched a wipe from the nearby bathroom. "Take your time. It's alright."
It took a minute, but Villain calmed down enough to speak. "I found him on his patrol. We were about to do the usual. Throw a few punches and make it seem convincing enough for the news. But he was shaking. Like, he couldn't throw a punch without falling over." He paused to take a breath. "Then he just…collapsed."
Supervillain wiped some of the blood off his cheek. "We'll take it from here. Get some rest. It's not a question." He left before Villain could protest.
[Other Hero] met him an hour later at a checkpoint. "Is he okay?" She sputtered out once he came into view. "I had no idea. I swear. I tried to watch over him, but Superhero assigned me two months on the other side of the city, and I had no time-"
"Stop." Supervillain could (quite literally) see the yellow anxiety rolling off of her in waves. She was telling the truth; he could tell that much.
"I don't blame you. You're already doing enough as it is. And I'm grateful." [Other Hero], a strong-headed woman known for her control over nature. She was Hero's best friend from the start. When she agreed to help take down the corruption, it wasn't hard to assign her to keep Hero safe.
Turns out other heroes weren't as stupid as he thought. They saw through Superhero's lies just as much as he did. He had almost a quarter of them working on taking down the officials at the Agency. But it wouldn't be enough. Not with the power the Superhero possessed, and the other Heroes were just as corrupt as the Superhero. It was an uphill battle from the start.
"I did hear from [Hero 3]." She finally spoke when Supervillain saw some of the anxiety fade. "Apparently, Superhero is trying to take Hero under his wing. Been overtraining him, and" Her voice dropped. "Trying to 'up his pain tolerance.'"
The world around Supervillain spun. It wasn't training. It was torture.
"We're running out of time." [Other Hero] continued. "If we don't get Hero on our side fast, we might lose him to Superhero's hand."
"We won't." Supervillain bit out. "Hero's oblivious, but he's not stupid. He stays that way." He turned away without another word. The meeting had lasted too long anyway. [Other Hero] gets caught with him, and the next time he sees her, she will be in a body bag at the edge of the woods.
Once he returned. Medic was waiting by the door. "He's fine for now." Supervillain breathed a sigh of relief before stopping. Medic had fear laced around him. "The bad news?" He whispered.
Medic sighed, and Supervillain noted the blood-stained latex gloves by the trash can. "He's not in great condition. Dehydrated, sleep deprived, whipped. It's a miracle he managed to throw a punch at Villain. I'm doing what I can. He'll make a full recovery, but-"Medic leaned in. "I found this during an x-ray." He held up a small, clear plastic bag with a singular tech chip. Medic looked pissed. "Superhero chipped Hero. It's got voice recording, tracking, and a kill switch. A god damn kill switch. He would've killed Hero just like that."
Supervillain took the bag, seething.
So Superhero really did have a death wish.
Hero would never know Supervillain was here. As far as Hero knew, only Villain knew about Superhero's wrongdoing. He watched Villain through the glass, still in that damn bloody shirt, gently comb his fingers through Hero's hair. He would let the two of them rest.
He still needed to fulfill the promise he made to his sons. One day, the world won't be as cruel. Starting with Superhero.
As always constructive critism is always welcome. Have a good day/night :D
Forest Green Eyes
Part 1
I ended up write a lot more than I expected and so I'm gonna split part 2 of Icy Blue eyes cause I wrote like 1000+ words. So sorry! But here is part 2, which is basically Hero and Supervillain's backstory. Part 3 will be set in the present time, about 2 months after Part 1. Pls lmk if anyone has any confusion!
Note: Supervillain's powers are the ability to manipulate and detect human emotion. I tried to portray that a lot cause well...it's his superpower. But he sees emotions as colors.
Losing his wife was one of the hardest things Supervillain ever went through.
Not when his powers first came. Not when his parents beat him on a daily basis. Not when he lost his best friend in a freak accident.
His wife was someone who kept him grounded. Who was always there for him, even in his darkest moments. She was his staple, his rock. The one who brought happiness until it almost clouded everything he saw. He looked crazy, waving his hand around, trying to clear away the happiness that fogged around his wedding day.
In a sense, she was also his second-in-command. Somehow, seeing every little detail he had missed in reports, taking overtime to help train new recruits in his uprising against the Hero Agency, something that’s always been corrupt from the start. Figuring out who had been siphoning money off of the company they created as a storefront.
She was his everything.
They had two kids together. The elder looked like him, with dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. The younger looked like his mother, with lighter hair and forest-green eyes. Two boys they promised to give a better world. To provide them with a world without corruption or hurting or anything that would make them suffer the way they did.
Supervillain had been a fool then.
He had gotten too careless, letting his guard down when he really should’ve noticed the Hero Agency being far too quiet, noticed the heroes following him around like vultures.
Coming back from a father-son outing with his eldest to see him home ransacked was surprisingly not the hardest thing Supervillain ever went through.
It was bursting through the door wrecked with bullet holes to find his youngest crying over his wife’s dead body.
Her neck had been snapped, and from what he could find through the surveillance, his son had survived by hiding under one of the secret floorboards. It was terrifying, usually seeing the bright happiness cloud everything and only being left with black death and pain in the air.
They were wearing masks, the killers, but Supervillain knew. It was the hero Agency.
But he never told his boys who the actual murderers was. As far as his youngest knew, it was a bad case with robbers. But his eldest was smarter. He knew immediately. And he harbored that hate for the so-called heroes just as much as Supervillain did, even though it broke his heart to see his son grow up so quickly.
His oldest son matured with his age, was tactical, and was a keen leader. Powerless but strong. He quickly climbed the ranks of his father’s mafia, landing a spot as Henchman.
His younger grew up bright, intelligent, kind, blissfully unaware of how dirty his father’s hands were. It still made Supervillain’s heart ache when a new Hero arose with the same generational fire powers his late wife had. Of course, it was his son, a walking memory of her, who inherited her powers. But it hurt to see Hero fight for a corrupt agency.
But somehow, Hero managed to steer clear of all of the corruption. Hero would take the stage, and Supervillain would watch the TV, knowing that behind the mask, Hero’s eyes would remain bright.
They weren’t as bright anymore.
Constructive Criticism is also welcome! Hope y'all have a good day/night! :D
Desperation
Tw: chronic pain (Medical inaccuracies, as I do not know a lot about chronic pain)
Villain's scars always ache, especially on his back.
The scars there littered his skin like raindrops, a reminder of his past. Of the pain.
On good days, they would feel like fingertips ghosting the skin.
On bad days, he would be bedridden for hours as the pounding pain left him gasping for air that never seemed to be there in the first place.
Nothing ever made it better. No matter how many treatments he's tried, everything he's pushed out of desperation, the pain always came back.
Maybe he ended up on Hero's doorstep out of that same desperation.
Him. At his nemesis's door.
Hero was going to laugh in his face.
But desperation was one of the most dangerous things of all.
And Villain was desperate.
He hears the muted cursing of the second knock, footsteps, a pause, and then the familiar click of a gun—muted by the door but most definitely there.
Desperation really is a dangerous thing.
But to Villain's suprise Hero doesn't automatically open the door and put a bullet into his skull, but instead opens the door, one hand holding open the door and the other leaning the gun against the doorframe, out of sight, but ready to fire at moments notice.
But Hero doesn't look alarmed, panicked, or ready to fight. Instead, he studies Villain, slumped over and leaning against the front porch railing. "How did you get this address."
Villain held up his hands in surrender. "I-I-"He could barely see through the pain. Hero seemed to pick up on that pretty quickly.
Villain hopes and prays to any God out there that Hero sees that he is desperate and in pain. And he prays that Hero will either help or shoot him.
Both would take away the pain.
But Hero, the walking saint, is much more merciful than Villain ever will be. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the gun go into the holster. "Where does it hurt?"
Villain can barely speak now. "Back."
Hero's hands brush against him, and he can see the frown. "You're not bleeding."
"Chronic."
"Oh."
Villain blinks, and the next thing he knows, he's lying on a couch in a dimly lit living room while Hero rustles around the kitchen (or, more likely, the medical cabinet).
The pain is pounding now, sending wave after wave of hurting through every part of him.
Hero comes out of the kitchen holding a foul-smelling rag. "Flip over." There's no malice or anger in his nemesis's voice, but Villain still flinches back. "I can't help you if you don't do what I say. I'm not going to hurt you."
Hero helps him, guiding his shoulders until he's lying on his stomach. There's a sudden pause. "I do need to take off your shirt."
Villain nods absent-mindedly, the pain fogging over every other part of his brain. It goes dark, and then the breeze of the air conditioning sends shivers down his spine.
Hero wipes the warm rag all over his back, something Villain doesn't realize until-
It stops.
All the pain. Just gone.
Villain's convinced he's dead. Dead or about to. But no. His heart is still beating, and his mind is still racing.
He's able to feel everything else now. Not the pain, but the wetness on his cheeks, the blanket covering the lower half of his body, Hero using his fire powers to keep the rag at a warm temperature as it goes up and down his back.
Villain looks up. "How-"
Hero shrugs. "I have chronic pain, too." He said simply. "Took me forever but I managed to find the right amount of herbs to help with the pain. It's a side effect of my powers; my arms cramp up badly. Not much medication works cause there's literally next to no research on the downsides of powers. Took my years just to understand my own." His voice drops to a whisper. "It never goes away; I just find ways to treat what I can."
Villain pauses, and Hero continues. "You're touch starved, aren't you. You've been leaning into every touch."
There's no reply. Villain can't find it in him. "That's okay," The rag is placed on the center of his back. "You're gonna crash soon, but you already know that don't you. There's always a big crash after every episode."
Yea, he's right. The next morning, Villain wakes up to a bowl of cereal and a bottle of the Hero's herbal serum he uses.
But he still comes back.
Later, when he sees Hero having a similar episode in a dark alleyway, he pays it back.
Somehow, somewhere in the mix, they become close, sharing stories and things that help. Somewhere in the mix, Hero goes from a nemesis to a friend and, a year later, a lover.
It got a lot better after that.
Villain's scars ached, but Hero always seemed to make it better.
As always constructive criticism is always welcome. Requests are open! Have a great day/night :)
Masterlist of Masterlists Blogs
A list for each masterlist and the person who it's from, just for a visual reference
Edit: I fucking forgot but now in spite doing it later this month because there are so many writers who have cool writing stuff but I keep forgetting and getting overwhelmed and worried I’m going to forget them because my brain is being a little shit like that. Idk how tags work, if they do without having to post it or whatever but if I tag you, you’re cool and I swear one day I will get myself to stop procrastinating on starting to read (the hardest part tbh)
Basically it’ll be the person/blog, short synapse of their writing, and whatever the fuck I thought was interesting and wanted to read later because I keep fearing I’m going to forget and that does not bode well with mental health creating stupid unnecessary anxiety
…I am going to procrastinate on this fuck you future me
HAHA SIKE YOU THOUGHT PAST ME
basic structure is this
@/[blog name]
recommended/saved thing to read (if any. Mainly specifics and also a brief, uh, briefing)
tags that they tend to fall under (#fluff or #whump or whatever. Will be very basic in terms of tagging I’m not good at complicated stuff)
It will be constantly updated as I find new things and info. Also these are in no particular order, maybe one day organize in terms of reading content but for now it’s gonna be a mess. Gonna be a mess of blogs and eventually I’ll add descriptions when I have more time because it’ll be easier than trying to remember each block if that makes sense.
Also words are hard so sorry if I sound like a broken record for some of them. They’re all great, regardless of whether you’re giving the blorbos hurt or comfort or throwing them into a wall and then giving them a blanket. Y’all are positively epic with you’re writing don’t ever stop
Also, because I feel the urge to add because I feel like I’m somehow being a fraud and two-faced liar (I overthink a lot okay?), I am technically of the blog @idkanonymystuff for reference. Adding that because I don’t want to accidentally have people think I’m two separate people it makes me feel bad and want to be as apologetic as this
https://youtu.be/XspDkqEtWFE?si=MxUloG4CM1GZKRSW
(Hopefully that works, if not, search up Japanese Apology Olympics)
Added a cut so that if it’s reblogged it doesn’t take up the entire thing lol because it’s looong
Very happy I made the list!!
Just a Couple Days
TW: Needles, (Consensual?) Kidnapping, Cursing
"For all the times you've gotten angry because I stayed up too late," Villain chucked. "You seem to be awake at such a late hour of the night."
"Why are you in my house?" Hero didn't look up from the paperwork they were filling out.
"You call this a house?" Villain looked around the half-decent apartment the hero agency had assigned to them, mockingly gesturing to the dishwasher that had broken down weeks ago. They had probably just resorted to hand washing. Villain saw the soap on the edges of the sink.
Hero continued writing. "You're avoiding my question."
Villain shrugged. "I just wanted to see you." They murmured, their hand running along the edge of the desk.
"I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."
"This really is a pretty terrible desk."
"This really is a horrible time for you to come over."
"Oh, what? Am I interrupting you from your important paperwork?" Villain leaned on the edge of the desk, snatching one of the forms before Hero could respond. Villain took note of that and frowned. "You're reaction time."
Hero slumped into the chair with a huff. "My reaction time is excellent."
"I had already read half the page by the time you tried to snatch this back." Villain waved it a bit. "How many hours of sleep did you get? "
"If you came here to kick my ass, just do it already."
"Oh, who's avoiding questions now?" Villain set the paper down in favor of grabbing Hero by the chin, leaning over the desk to make sure Hero couldn't avoid them. "Go to sleep."
Hero scowled. "This is due tomorrow. I don't exactly have time for you-"
"You have time when I say you do." Villain snapped, letting go and pulling a syringe out of their pocket. "Do I need to force you to sleep?"
Hero's demeanor went from irritated to downright fearful. "You wouldn't."
Villain smiled. "Can't finish those papers if you've been kidnapped."
They expected protests, fighting even. But the real shock came when Hero simply tossed the pen down and rubbed their hand over their face. "Please."
Now it was Villain's turn to be shocked. "You want this?" They blurted out.
The nod was hesitant but there. "Just for a couple days." Villain saw the gears turning. "I just need some time to clear my head- no, I could pay if you want- oh God, what am I doing?"
Villain set the shiny syringe down. "No need for payment. I know what your salary is." They busied themselves by searching his pockets for a sack and rope (Hero always teased them about their never-ending pockets).
Hero began to protest. "I'll go willingly, just-"
"Oh, I know you will. But there are security cameras outside the building, and I don't think the Agency will be happy when they see you just walking out of the building."
Hero opened their mouth, then closed it. "No sedative?"
"Oh, darling."
Villain knew how everyone would react if they found out Hero had been awake when kidnapped. How they should've done more to fight. How they should've been better. Villain wondered how Hero could take all the criticism despite everything they've done for the city. This needed to look real. Villain knew Hero would fight out of pure instinct the moment the sack went on.
Hero sighed, defeated. "Just..." Their gaze never left the needle. "A small dosage."
Villain moved swiftly, the needle in Hero's arm before their sluggish brain could comprehend what was happening. "With how much sleep you've gotten?" They murmured as they pushed a little bit of the drug in. "I don't think you're going to wake up soon."
In all honesty, they didn't need to take a full dosage. Hero was out like a light, eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they slumped into the Villain's waiting arms. They chuckled, grabbing the sack.
They wouldn't hurt the Hero. At least not now. There was no fun in fighting your nemesis when they weren't up to your level. Hero needed help, something Villain would be happy to provide.
Villain left the tiny apartment and the now burning stack of papers with Hero slung over their shoulder and the determination to give them the help they deserved.
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