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Hii could u do one where the hero and civilian are friends (both female) they go out to a bar and villain (male) is there and he comes over to them to ask for a dance and the hero thinks he's asking hero but he's actually asking civilian, and civilian wants to yes but thinks he's joking or she doesn't want to break the "friendship code" (whichever option u prefer) but the hero actually encourages it.

Just a little something I think about

If u understand what I'm saying

The Matchmaker

Warnings: Slightly flirty. Soft romance. Mentions of alcohol.

"You are coming with me, Civi, like it or not," Hero claimed earlier that day, when they were still in Hero's apartment as the crime-fighter ransacked her own wardrobe, throwing dresses out onto the floor because there was no place on her bed anymore. "Where is that thing?!" She groaned, in search of something that seemed to be evading her.

Civilian sighed - not angry, just exasperated with her persistent friend. Don't get her wrong, she loved Hero with the entirety of her pure heart, but partying was never her go-to activity on a Friday night. It was reading. Baking. Crocheting. Anything on this Earth except for clubs and dancing. She felt awkward in any remotely public setting, let alone in a club or a bar where people go to socialise. Deliberately. Ugh.

Why would one do that? Civilian couldn't tell you.

"Hero, pleease-" She started with a whiny voice and her best pleading-for-mercy expression, but Hero interrupted her with a definitive no.

"No. No exceptions. It's my birthday, you owe me that much," Hero had insisted, earning a pitiful whimper from Civilian who already knew she could not refuse her best friend - on her birthday, no less. “Today has to be a good day for both of us.”

Hero grinned, satisfied with her victory, but then her eyes landed on the dress she had been looking for, and she emerged from the wardrobe with a victorious yelp. "Aha! Found it. Now, come on, put something decent on."

She aimed the dress at Civilian's head and earned a very improper gesture in response, but laughed it off. Today had to be fun; she didn't care if it took blackmail, manipulation, or outright forcing Civilian out of the comfort of her (or Hero's) apartment.

the-modern-typewriter

Hii!! I was wondering if you may do a somewhat spicy snippet that involves a villain and detective and 💫handcuffs💫 ? I understand if not though! Hope you have been well and good luck to any final exams you have🌸

"You'd think," the villain said. "That with all the hardened criminals they deal with on a day to day basis, your colleagues wouldn't be so afraid to pat down little old me. I mean." The villain widened their eyes. "Look at me. Who wouldn't want to get their hands on all this?"

"You bite."

The villain flashed them a sharp grin, entirely too delighted by the fact that most would not get in a three foot radius. "If I lick it, it's mine. Them's the rules."

The detective sighed, (not really) long-suffering, even as they approached.

The villain was, admittedly, gorgeous. In a slightly feral sort of way. Gorgeous in the way a volcano could be stunning, right before it erupted and burnt down everything you loved.

The precinct waiting room was empty apart from the two of them; promptly abandoned ever since the hero had deposited the beautiful monstrosity on their front door and then left. As if the rest of them mere mortals were equally equipped to deal with super villains. Bastard.

"Besides. I'm cuffed and everything," the villain continued, jingling the chains. "I'm harmless."

"You're the bane of my working life," the detective grumbled without venom. "I'm going to have so much paperwork. This isn't even my job to do this. Stand."

The villain pushed gamely to their feet, stepping close and into the detective's space. The detective had gone through the whole routine - because the villain always escaped - enough times not to flinch.

"You look tired, detective," the villain said, a little softer.

"Bane. Of. My. Working. Life."

"I could bribe someone to do the paperwork for you."

The detective snorted, beginning to thoroughly pat the villain down. They extracted paperclips, and all manner of objects from the villain's pockets - knowing by now where to look in the hidden folds of material, knowing that everything had the potential to be dangerous.

They could feel the villain's eyes on them, intent and burning. They could feel the villain's breath, the heat of them, so close. They could smell the crackle of their power in their air, not entirely offset by the cuffs, only limited. If they shivered, well, it was because of that. A valid reaction to threat. Not...not...

The detective swallowed. "Stop that."

"I'm behaving."

"You look like you're planning to eat me."

"How would you know that? My eyes are up. You're the one feeling me up."

"I'm not-" The detective bit their lip, gaze moving to the villain's.

The villain's eyes were very bright.

"You look like you're planning to eat me," the detective said again, and even managed deadpan.

"Well, we did cover that if I lick it, it's mine, already. Didn't we?"

They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be-

The villain, lightning quick, lethally quick, pressed a kiss to the detective's blushing cheek. Exposing the utter uselessness of the denial. "I wouldn't mind," the villain said, against the detective's ear. "If you did. Feel me up. I know you wouldn't mind either."

The detective swallowed again, but it did nothing to make their mouth less dry. They kept their hands very professional. They did not jerk back, or jerk their head away, or admonish the villain.

They told themselves it was because it was only words, and far better than the villain snapping those cuffs like they were nothing, but...

Well. They were lying. It was true, but they were utterly lying to themselves, and they probably both knew it. The villain could no doubt dismantle and reveal that lie as easily as the rest.

The villain's teeth and tongue grazed, feather-light, against the shell of their ear.

If I lick it, it's mine.

"Right." The detective's voice was hoarse. "I think you're all done."

"Mm," the villain said, giving them a look of 'oh not nearly done enough with you, dear', though they let the detective step back.

No. Not let. They were cuffed. The two of them had only ever met when the villain was restrained.

"Let's go," the detective said. "You know how it goes by now."

"Indeed." The villain's head tilted. "You know there's a reason that hero of ours keeps dropping me off at your precinct and nobody else's these days. You know that right?"

The detective froze.

"Just something to think about," the villain said, and sauntered themselves off in the direction of the cells. "Come lock me up."

The detective released a shaky breath, and fovillowed.

Of course.

the-modern-typewriter

Part 2: The Detective's Guide to Hearts and Handcuffs is now on Patreon :)

ladyathenawisdom

Dandelions and Control Pt. 2

Warnings: Past Trauma, Past Sexual Abuse, Past emotional Abuse, Language, forced marriage.

Pt. 3

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"I wanna make a deal."

Hero looked up from where she standing, she was out in the balcony in her new room since the two newly wedded couple wouldn't and didn't want to share a room.

It was a fairly large, bigger than her room in her apartment, that was for sure. There was very large walk in closet which was empty, except for her clothes which only fit in a small portion in the whole closet.

The bathroom was also nice, there was a nice big tub, a jacuzzi, a elegant glass shower with a mirror and decent looking decorative things. The curtains were clear, showing the shower itself. There was also a bench in between the sinks and the small table and baskets for laundry and other accessories.

The bedroom itself was pretty amazing. The bed large enough for atleast five people, the pillows soft and fluffy, the sheets silver and black. The walls painted a light shade of gray with black lamps. The windows were fairy normal with black curtains, along with a small balcony.

Fair to say was that she would never run out of material things.

"What?" Hero asks in confusion, turning to him.

Supervillain slowly walks inside the dimly lot room, staring at Hero who stood right in the light of the moon. She looked beautiful. He shook these thoughts away and moved around the few boxes in the room that still weren't unpacked.

He then joins her on the balcony, staring at the dark night sky. The airspace was clear, except for the fact that it was lit with stars and a few clouds were floating above.

The moon was full, and it was a view Hero would not forget. She had never seen the moon in such a pretty position, considering, her bedroom was on the second floor of a mansion.

She turned to him, frowning. "What deal?" She questions, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Supervillain clears his throat. "I wanna make a deal with you, Hero." He turns to her, choosing his words carefully. "I know that this.....marriage.....is not what you want, me either for the fact but both of us are now married. The treaty will not change, nor will it stop it. It was futile,"

"Is there a point to all of this?" Hero asks, letting out a sigh. She twiddles with the jewelry on her hands and wrists, eager to have them off along withe the dress and heels.

Supervillain stares at her, glancing away and clenching his jaw. "Look, I know we don't have the best relationship but I do believe in marriage, and know I do not like cheaters nor do I like divorces." He states.

Hero looks away but still listens carefully. "I would never cheat, even if this marriage is against our will,"

Supervillain slowly nods. "Look, our marriage is just a show for everyone, we'll keep our end of the bargain... for a few months before we start attacking." He shrugs, leaning against the railing. "Not that the Heroes could stop us since your not there anymore, you were clearly the brains. They gave you away, their loss, our gain."

Hero cracks a small smile.

Supervillain smiles back at her, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. He looked tired, like he had aged a millions year up. He wasn't the same conceited, laid back, cold, full of amusement villain that she knew. He looked like a guy who had lost his freedom.

Still, Hero listened carefully.

"Our..." Supervillain starts, hesitatinly. "...relationship. It's not ideal with me being a villlain and you being a hero. But I don't want our relationship to be disastrous either,"

"Then what?" Hero asks, she then proceeded to take the gloves off since they were bothering her. The cold air felt nice against her bare arms, the gloves had been long and reached past her elbows.

"We should have a mutual respect for each other, in public and in...private." He trails off, shifting in his stance. "Although this may not be what we want, I want us not to hate each other. We will have respect for each other, but don't try to stop me from doing villain stuff, nor will I stop you from doing anything you want."

Hero stares at him before slowly nodding. "Trust me, I have no intention to stop you or the other villains, not anymore." She says bitterly, looking away.

Supervillain stares at her, surprised.

She glances at him. "Don't look at me like that, he abandoned me. I couldn't see it before, maybe because I was so blind, but Superhero was never trying to help me." She swallows hard, fisting her hands. "He left me. He betrayed me. You and your friends can do whatever you want," she looks away.

Supervillain frowns as he watches her. He didn't like Superhero, no scratch that, he hated his nemesis. But now seeing the fight leaving Hero's eyes, he felt pure hatred for Superhero.

Hero glances at him. "I won't stop you. What else?"

"You can have whatever you want," Supervillain tells her, looking out in the distance. "Nothing can put a dent in my bank account, so you can buy whatever you want. Do whatever you want,"

"I'm not a material girl." Hero mutters with a shrug. "But okay."

Supervillain bites his lip, letting out a sigh. "I can't promise you that you'll be happy here, but I will try to make you happy. And," he adds hesitatinly. "You will be protected here. I will always protect you,"

Hero frowns and looks at Supervillain.

He looked like he was remembering something. His eyes were cast in the distance, in a daze of some kind. It was like he was in a memory of some sort, remembering something.

She didn't say anything. Unlike other times, the silence between them was comfortable. Hero could distinctively remember when she and her team used to get captured by Supervillain, her team would do the talking with Supervillain.

She would usually say silent, but she could always feel his eyes on her. Always.

...............

"You know you'll never win," Leader smirks, he may have been handcuffed like his teammates and on his knees but that did nothing to conceal his arrogance.

Supervillain only stared at him, his eyes raised and cold amusement on his face. He leant back his desk in his office, staring at the team of Heroes.

Leader was in front of them, on his knees since he was the main hero. Other Hero, Other Hero 2, Youngest and Hero were in the background, stood behind their so called Leader.

Supervillain could see that Other Hero was glaring at him, her eyes narrowed with disgust. She was trying to discreetly break free but she couldn't, and she was doing a bad job at it.

Other Hero 2 was also trying to break free, in his gaze was arrogance. He kept looking back ans forth between him and Leader, his lips pursued.

Youngest looked scared, however she did well to hide it, a futile attempt since she was shaking with fear but it was honorable.

The only smart person on the team, from what Supervillain could gather, was Hero. She had stayed silent and had been observing everything silently, looking around and she wasn't trying to break free. A smart move on her part.

She didn't look scared, she instead looked annoyed, she looked absolutely done with her Leader. But for some reason, she had stayed silent and instead watched her Leader babble stupid stuff.

Supervillain was starting to like this Hero. Every time he saw her, she had stayed silent and was always observing everything. She was smart and intellectual. Something he could tolerate.

"And why pray tell, will that happen?" Supervillain asks, cocking his eyebrow.

Leader grins. "Because villains are always destined to lose. Our organization will come for us."

"Like hell they will," Supervillain heard Hero mutter under her breath. He raised his eyebrows, a smirk growing on his face.

He looks at Leader. "Hmm, you may be leader but your not the brains, no, your too stupid for that." He rolls his eyes.

Leader clenched his jaw, glaring at him.

Supervillain looks at Hero. "You however, unlike your incompetent team, look smart enough." He smirks. "Tell me, do you think you'll get out of here."

Hero blinks. No one ever talked to her, she was only ever a background hero. She hesitatinly glances at her leader.

"Why are you looking at him?" Supervillain asks. "I asked you the question. Not your dumb leader."

"Hey!" Leader protests. "I'm the team leader, not her!" He snaps, clenching his jaw.

Supervillain raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He mocks with a chuckle, he glances around tye room at his people. "Because here I thought the hero organization tasks the smartest people as the leader, not the dumbest. Look like I was wrong," he shakes his head. "Because to be honest, she looks like the smartest."

Laughter rang around the room.

"Sweetheart," Supervillain says turning to Hero. "You didn't answer my question." He raises an eyebrow at her, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"No, I don't." Hero answers.

"Hero, what the fuck?" Other Hero asks with a glare.

Hero ignores her. "We can't escape because at the front of your lair you have a two key system which can only be opened by your recna scan, your eye scan to be specific. And most, or well, all of your guards have a gun which is a MG3 Machine Gun, which can be dangerous." She nods to the guards.

"Your lair also has a set of traps, the staircase has a sensitive system which can determine if someone is running and can, therefore turn into a slide or trap them with a net." She explains.

Her team gawks at her.

"Each door in your lair has a lock with a pin, which we do not know. All the windows are probably, most likely, locked and even if they are unlocked, they will most likely hold a trap of some sort. Your guards also carry stabs which guess also have a lightning shock or taser in them which can be used to shock people. Your guards also know how to fight with a sword due to their marks, they have calluses on their hands, I have the same calluses. Your also too smug, which can mean you can fight each of us and defeat us easily. And this room, I'm betting, has a touch system too." She smiles. "Each hallway also has a camera, which can also help you to see us if we mayhe even escape, and that is a hard maybe."

Everyone stares at her, one of the guards shifts uncomfortably.

Henchmen stares at her, his lips parted, he looks around before looking at his boss.

Supervillain stares at her, his gaze cold before he smirks with amusement. He slowly brings his hands up and together and claps, an impressed look on his face.

Leader stares at her, his eyes wide with shock while Youngest stares at her with awe. Other Hero stays silent but she gulps. Other Hero 2 stares at Hero, his eyes wide.

"Was I right?" Hero asks, raising an eyebrow. She smiles at Supervillain, leaning back on her feet.

"I knew you were the brains. I knew you were smart but not at this point," Supervillain grins, he stands up and goes to stand in front of her, impressed. "And yes, you were right." He whispers.

Hero smiles.

He slowly raised his hand and caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes. "How would you feel to join me? I could certainly use you on my side." He asks, his tone gentle and soft, his eyes boring into hers.

Hero stares at him, her cheeks heating up but she composes herself.

"The fuck?" Other Hero asks, looking wise eyed. She looks at Hero with a glare.

"Hero...." Leader glares at her, why couldn't she have stayed silent?

"Tempting, but no." Hero backs away, narrowing her pretty eyes at him. "Never in my life."

Supervillain pouts. "I've never been rejected before, hmm, oh well." He shrugs. "Maybe next time," he winks. "I'll see you soon, Hero, along with your dumb team." He smirks.

"Hey, we're right here!" Other Hero 2 snaps.

"Oh," Supervillain breathes. "I know. See you next time, Hero." He smiles.

............

There meeting may have not been ideal but she had certainly caught his eyes, he had been impressed with her from the beginning. He had observed her.

Unlike other Heroes, she didn't judge villains based on what they did. She didn't care if they were a villain or not, she helped them no matter what. And she didn't do it for the glory.

Supervillain looks at her. "I'll leave you too it," he says before turning around and walking out of the room. The door closed behind him.

Hero sighs and looks back at the sky, her eyes flashing with contempt.

Would this be her life now? Living with the city's most dangerous and notorious Supervillain? Being married to him? Why would this even matter?

Would they even care? No, she supposed not. She didn't like him, not that much, but she tolerated him better than the other villains. He might have been dangerous and a killer, but she knew him.

Unlike other villains and supervillains, he had morals. No innocents or children involved. She knew that because she had seen it firsthand, she had kept an eye on him. He was somewhat....good.

That felt weird. Saying he was good.

Hero shakes her head, no, she supposed she wouldn't ever get used to it.

Being married to Supervillain, she guessed would be a nightmare. She swallows hard, she's always hated crying, she thought it made her weak.

Stop crying, it's weak.

Weak people, cry, Hero. Are you weak?

Stop. Crying!

She heard Superhero's voice in her head, along with the familar slash of the whip. She still had the bruises.

It was all her fault. The bruises were all her fault, every failure, every time she failed. Every time she was weak. Perhaps Superhero was right, she had to keep Supervillain happy so he didn't attack the city.

But nothing could stop the Villains. Would Superhero blame her? Would he hurt her again? Would he punish her?

But he couldn't. She would be protected here. But what about everywhere else? Was she still technically a Hero?

Why was all of this so confusing? She shakes her head and decides to sleep on it. After changing of course.

....

The next morning when she gets up and gets ready, she walks down the stairs to see in the living room, Henchmen on the sofa.

He looked busy with paperwork around on the table. She looks around, seeing that the mansion was empty. She spots a few maids cleaning and setting stuff up but no one else.

"Morning." Henchmen tells her with a smile, he grabs hid glass of what wither seemed to he bourbon or whiskey and took a sip.

"Morning." Hero answers tightly, she plays with the short white dress she had on. The sleeves were short and ruffled and the length was just aobe her knees, she wore matching white heels. "Where's Supervillain?" She asks, sitting across from him.

She sees a maid bring out a plate with a croissant and a chocolate chip muffin with a large cup of coffee. "Thank you," she smiles kindly at the maid.

The maid only nods fearfully.

Hero watches her go with a frown, she turns back to Henchmen.

"Supervillain was called on urgent business." Henchmen smiles at her awkwardly. "He left super early in the morning, he'll be back in a week."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Henchmen smiles. "Sorry about that.":

"Why be sorry? It's not like we like each other," Hero shrugs and picks up the muffin.

Henchmen slowly nods, however a frown grows on his face as he watches his boss' wife eat her breakfast. He knew that the two didn't really, well, like each other. I mean, they were enemies of course. On opposite sides.

But that wasn't the case anymore. No, it wasn't. Hero was married to Supervillain now. That meant she was on their side, on his side now. Probably.

That meant that they would have to get along. Henchmen wasn't thinking like romance and stuff, not yet anyway. Maybe get along like friends or something like partners, but they would have to get along.

He wondered what would happen in the future?

Only time could tell.

"What's your favorite flower?" Henchmen all of a sudden asks.

Hero raises an eyebrow.

"What?" Henchmen shrugs. "I'm saying if we're gonna be family and shit like that, we should get to know each other."

Hero stares at him for a few seconds. "Dandelions. I like Dandelions." She smiles. "White is my favorite color."

"Gray is mine,"

"Obviously." Hero snorts.

Henchmen laughs. Yeah, he has a feeling that wuth Hero here, things will be looking brighter already.

ladyathenawisdom

Dandelions and Control Pt. 4

Warning: Mature Themes, Language

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"Right Hand, I don't know about this."

"Oh, shush."

Hero stares at herself in the mirror, eyeing the sheer dress she wore. It was dark like the night, a villain's color. It was long and pinched at her waist and chest slightly. The only problem was that it hugged her curves and was backless, not to mention the front of the dress hung low. It wasn't scandalous in any means, but it wasn't a prude dress either.

It looked villainy if she was being honest. And she kinda did look hot.

Right Hand smirks, she herself was wearing a blood dress that was body tight and short. The sleeves and chest area were lace, the heels also sharp and red. She looked like a villain completely, especially with her dark eyes and her lips painted red.

Hero also had a type of makeup on, but it was more neutral then dark. Right Hand said that nude and baby colors like peach, pink and nude suited her for her body type. But black was also clearly her color, she looked so...alluring.

"Supervillain will want to eat you," Right Hand grinned.

Hero rolls her eyes. She had gotten used to the inappropriate jokes that Right Hand made of her and her husband, she chose to ignore it. It was only a marriage of inconvenience.

Nothing less.

Nothing more.

"Yeah, yeah." Hero rolls her eyes, she frowns as she stares at herself in the mirror. When she was at the industry, they were never really allowed to have nice things.

It was part of being a...hero.

"Alright, what's taking to long?" Supervillain's voice is heard as the door opens. "We have to fucking leave in-"

Hero pauses.

She slowly looks up to see Supervillain behind her through the mirror, he had froze and was now staring at her with unblinking eyes.

Right Hand smirks. She turns to her boss. "Hey, boss. What do you think?" She asks slyly.

Supervillain slowly enters, swallowing hard as he stared at Hero.

Hero breathes out, slowly turning around. "So..." she starts hesitatinly. "What do you think?" She smiles.

Supervillain only stares silent, swallowing hard. He comes back to his senses when he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "Uh, yeah. You look, you look great."

Right Hand facepalms, shaking her head. "Why do I even try?" She mutters.

"Oh, okay." Hero nods, feeling a little disappointed.

Supervillain nods. "Let-Let's get going," he nods.

Right Hand nods.

Hero sighs.

..........

Supervillain and Hero sat in their limo.

Right Hand and Henchmen were in the other limo with all their 'bodyguards,' though Supervillain insisted they were only there for security or something.

Hero couldn't stop bouncing her leg nervously, fiddling with her hands on her lap, worry in her beautiful eyes. She stared out the window with a prominent frown. The gold clutch around her wrist was pretty, it was a birthday present from Supervillain last year.

Wow, year. What a strange world. She's seeing her old colleagues and old 'friends' after such a long time.

She may have been an Hero, but she knew that they always looked down on her. They thought that she might as well clean up all the villains while they took the credit. Looking back, she remembers all the emotional manipulation they used, all the times where they made her seem weak. She was, in a way, glad she was free of them.

Supervillain glanced at her, he looked so calm and collected. How did he do it? Look so calm, but also slightly scary.

He was.

She knew the truth. He was a terrifying person, a downright wicked man with cruel intentions. He could kill a person and not bat an eye. He would torture a person, mentally manipulate them. He would use them for his own gain, but he had honor. He might have been a villain but he has morals.

The limousine stops.

Hero's heart drops.

Supervillain looks at her. "Calm down." His voice was oddly comforting. "Stay with me and if anyone disrespects you," He smirks. "Don't let them walk over you."

Hero stares at him, a small smile growing on her face. She nods.

....

Hero kept her head up but her eyes down, her hand was around Supervillain's arm. Her dress swished behind her, her aura showing her power.

She looked bewitching.

"Head up, eyes up, darling." Supervillain whispers into her ear, looking around with a small smirk.

Hero looks at him, she swallows hard and looks up. Her eyes trailed across the room, seeing as all the attention was mostly on them. She could see her old colleagues, most of them pointing at her and whispering to each other.

Hero kept her face normal, cold but also bored. Her icy stare brought down everyone, she looks around. Her heart drop as she spots Sidekick, and Vigilante...staring at her, talking quietly.

She quickly looks away, her grip on Supervillain's arm tightening. She swallows the fear, betrayal and rage down.

I can't believe we're finally alone

I can't believe I almost went home

What are the chances?

Everyone's dancing

And he's not with you

Supervillain glances at her. "You okay? You seem...tense." He looks around, spotting a few old and new heroes staring at them. He could also see a few newbie villains. He looks at her. "Ignore them. They're all the scum of the earth."

The universe must have divined this

What am I gonna do?

Not grab your wrist?

She laughs, shaking her head as she smiles. "That's funny, was I the scum of the earth too?" She raised an eyebrow, ignoring the heated stares of her old team and Superhero.

Supervillain smirks.

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

I could be a better boyfriend

He leans in, causing her breath to hitch. "Quite the opposite my dear wife." He pulls away, staring at her. She stares at him, noting how he looked quite good in the tuxedo he wore.

I don't need to tell you twice

All the ways he can't suffice

If I could give you some advice

I would leave with me tonight

"They're staring," Hero swallows hard. She keeps her eyes on her husband.

Supervillain tilts his head. "They always stare. They're always gonna stare. You know why? Because you look absolutely dazzling." He smiles, his eyes trailing up and down her body, smiling at the dress. He looks back up at her face.

Hero frowns in slight confusion.

Supervillain chuckles. "Darling, your the life of the party. The most gorgeous, if I do say so myself." He hums. "Your a Hero, a old legendary hero that has made her legendary comeback as a villain, no less mine, Supervillain's wife."

Hero breathes out.

"And of course, an amazing hero who actually has done stuff for the city and earth." Supervillain adds.

Hero looks at him.

The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm

Ladies first, baby, I insist

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Supervillain smirks.

Hero looks away, her gaze met Sidekick's who was staring at her. She quickly turns away, clenching her hands together.

Supervillain grabs her hands and uncurls her fingers to reveal almost bloody half moon crescents. He frowns. "I told you to stop doing that," he scolds, padding his thumb over her bruises.

Hero winced. "Sorry, out of habit." She sighs, glancing towards someone. "I wanna break Vigilante's face, she looks so smug."

Supervillain smirks. "Then why don't we give them a good scare?

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

Hero blinks.

Supervillain wraps his arm around her, causing her face to turn red, but he ignores it and pulls her along with him towards Vigilante and Sidekick.

Hero takes deep breathes as they get closer, trying to reign herself in. It's been a long time since she's seen Sidekick. The last time she saw him, was atleast a day before the wedding. And at the reception, after the wedding, he hadn't spoken a word to her. He hadn't even glanced at her, busy talking with Mentor and Superhero.

Now she knew why. He had asked a for a promotion, or a possiblely better partner. And he got one.

Vigilante wore a beautiful silver sequin dress, absolutely gorgeous looking that trailed behind her. The neckline was low and showed her cleavage, her shoes were silver heels. Her hair was in a elegant updo, and she looked beautiful.

Sidekick turns to them, clearing his throat as they arrived. Vigilante turned towards them, her eyes flashing with fear as she glanced at the king of the criminal world.

Supervillain smirks. "Ahh, you must me Sidekick. I've heard quite a bit from you from My Hero."

Hero blinks, still in his arms. My Hero?

Sidekick clears his throat, he glances at Hero. The dress really did look good in her, really good. "I, uh, thank you." He smiles nervously.

Supervillain chuckles. "I like you. That certainly wasn't a compliment but you took it as one." He smirks, his hand rubbing Hero's hip.

Hero swallows hard, her cheeks turn red as she eyed Supervillain. What was he doing?

Sidekick looks at Vigilante who looks away, sipping on her cocktail. "Well, I-" He pauses, looking at Hero. "It has been a long time, Hero. It's very nice to meet you again." A small smile grows on his face.

Hero stares at him, glancing at Vigilante who was looking her up and down enviously. Did Sidekick really wanna do this now? He had left her. He had abandoned her. He had done nothing to help her. Sure, she was in a better place now but she would never forget the betrayal.

Hero swallows hard. "It is, isn't it?" She gave him a fake smile.

Sidekick clears his throat. "Um, you look nice. You look more mature. I like your dress...it's very..." He paused, eyeing her up and down warily, looking almost surprised she would wear a dress like that. ".... pretty."

Supervillain snorts quietly.

"Thank you," Hero nods. "Vigilante, your dress is also nice."

Vigilante gave her a fake smile. "Thanks. Yours too. I absolutely love the color and theme."

Hero strains a fake smile on her face, her grip on Supervillain tightened. He glanced at her but said nothing.

All Hero wanted to do was leave here, she never wanted to come back ever again. She could feel the tension, the resentment, the hate they all had for her and all the villainous people.

It wasn't fair.

Not when they had sold her to the villains. Not when they had forced her to marry Supervillain. They had given her away.

Why should they believe they were the victims, when they clearly weren't.

Superviillain hums. "Well, this is nice. Old friends getting together," He pauses, raising an eyebrow. "You are friends, after all? Right?"

Sidekick clears his throat. "Of course,"

Vigilante slowly nods. "Yes." She stares at him fearfully.

Hero hesitates.

Sidekick notices, a trickle of guilt is shown in his eyes as he stared at her.

But Hero doesn't notice, no, she does notice. She's set on ignoring him and ignoring everyone tonight. She looks at her husband. "Can we get something to eat now, I'm hungry." She gave him a small smile.

Supervillain smirked. "Of course," he purred, leading her away.

Sidekick frowns as he looked in between them, watching them away.

Vigilante bites her lip. "They look close, don't they?" She questions, tilting her head.

Sidekick scowls. "Yeah, they do...." He eyes the way Supervillain had his arm wrapped around Hero and the way she was leaning into him.

.....

Sorry of the very late update!

ladyathenawisdom

ma am pls a need another part for snippet 5.1 plssss it's like a drug

PS feel free to ignore/delete this If you don't feel like doing it.

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PS thank you for reading all this and have a great day 💖😊💖

Oh, thank you! I'm glad you liked it! And your not bothering me, I'm glad you liked my posts!

Snippet 5.3

Warnings: Language, mentions of mature Themes, a bit suggestive. Part 4 of Snippet 5.

Part 5

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She stayed silent.

She didn't say anything, she didn't need too.

So she didn't.

Hero stayed silent, sat amongst the large dining table at Supervillain's home, surrounded with villains, old and rookies alike. She was sat next to Supervillain, on his right since he was sat at the head.

His Right Hand was on his left, which was different since he always sat on his right but now Hero was. It made sense now, why Right Hand kept glaring at her, her gaze was kinda deadly and full of....jealousy??

Hero didn't know, she didn't care. She was still in her suit and mask, and would remain doing so up until everyone left.

The whole meeting was quite boring, with almost everyone giving suggestions to Supervillain while he stayed silent and nodded. He kept glancing at his apparent wife but she did not say or do anything.

Hero stayed silent, ignoring the stares and heated glares of everyone.

The meeting didn't last long. Pretty soon, everyone was walking out and leaving Supervillain and Hero alone.

As soon as the door closed, Hero took off her mask. It was a bit of a relief, to not hide away in front of a group of people for a long time. She was almost thankful for Supervillain, but she would never tell him that.

Supervillain turned to see Hero take off her mask and reveal a beautiful face with nude makeup and glossy lips.

Hero breathes out, eyeing the door with her pretty eyes warily. She turned back to see Supervillain staring at her, leaning his arm against the table. His gaze was unwavering.

She shifts in her seat, nerved by his gaze. But she ignores it. "Was that meeting necessary?"

"Yes."

Hero nods, still ignoring his staring. "They already know everything, why call a meeting? Did they want to see you married to a Hero? Proof of it?"

"Yes."

Hero frowns. "That's stupid." She scrunchs her nose up adorably.

Supervillain's lips twitch, almost as if he was suppressing a smile.

Hero sighs. She glances at her husband, frowning at him. "What?"

"What 'what'?"

Hero narrows her eyes when she detects a hint of amusement in her tone. She scowls. "Stop staring,"

Supervillain smirks. "Why? Does it bother you?" He moves closer. "I'm allowed to stare at you, your my wife now."

Hero swallows hard.

Supervillain stares right at her. "Just as your allowed to stare at me," his face moves closer towards her.

Something tells her to move away but Hero stays silent, swallowing hard when she feels this noses bump into each other slightly. She meets his gaze, their faces close and their lips a meter away.

Supervillain moves closer, his lips parting.

The door slams open.

Hero jumps away, frightened and embarrassed. Was she really about to kiss him? No, absolutely not. She could have not.

They may have been married but that did mean they were gonna make out or anything. Her heart beats faster, was she really about to kiss Supervillain? No, absolutely not. She could have not.

No, he was a villain while she was a hero. The two were on opposite sides, they were supposed to hate each other. There was no way that the two were about to kiss each other.

Supervillain clenched his jaw, slowly turning to look at the person who had rudely interrupted them. His eyes narrowed on Henchmen, who shifted under his boss's dark gaze.

He smiles weakly, nervously glancing at Hero. "Um, hey, boss? The uh, th-the Villain wants to talk to you." He swallows hard.

Supervillain glances at his wife.

Hero moves away, clearing her throat. She gets up and puts her mask up, turning to leave towards their bedroom.

Supervillain watches her go with a clenched jaw, he glares hard at Henchmen. "Get on with it!" He snaps, standing up and storming towards the door.

Henchmen flinched as he passed by him.

...........

Hero closes her eyes as the warm water rushes down her body, she breathes out in the foggy bathroom full of steam.

She can't believe she had almost kissed Supervillain. What was wrong with her? He was her enemy.

Wrong.

He was her husband.

No, it was a stupid marriage of inconvenience that he forced upon the hero company so he could have one of theirs to control.

And coincidentally, Hero was picked by her boss and Supervillain. She didn't know why, they were lifelong enemies. She didn't understand him one bit.

Maybe this marriage doesn't have to chained down, maybe it could something more.

It doesn't have to be so loveless.

the-modern-typewriter

HIII,love your writing so much, you always find such creative way to make each story unique and different, so i was wondering what your take would be on detective x supervillain, where detective is very moral person and loves helping people and I'm in love with your scary villains, so this supervillain is very terrifying,but detectives intrigues them or whatever you decide, i would love to see how you would write this dynamic, if not it's totaly okeyy, thank you in advance<333

"You."

The familiar voice behind them was not, exactly, a surprise. But it went through the detective like a lightning bolt. They turned, slowly, on the spot.

"Me." The supervillain sat at the desk like they had always been there, legs propped up on an ancient table, arms folded behind their head. A fond smile on their face. "Hello, detective."

The detective swallowed. "I thought - it's been -"

It had been nearly a decade since they had seen each other last. When the puzzle pieces had began to click together, they'd suspected. They'd known. But knowing something and seeing the proof, flesh and blood and terrible home, before their eyes was a different matter entirely.

"Mm, I know," the supervillain said, smile only growing. "And just look at you." Their head tilted, eyes bright. "You've made quite the name for yourself."

"Almost as much as you."

The supervillain laughed. "Careful, that almost sounds like flattery."

"It's not." The detective's jaw hardened. They schooled their expression. "All those people..."

"Well, in my defence." In an instant, the supervillain re-appeared inches from the detective's face. The detective didn't flinch, though their heartbeat sky-rocketed and they couldn't help but suck in a breath. "They got in my way."

They eyed each other.

"Am I in your way?" the detective asked.

"You're more of a roadside attraction," the supervillain said. They touched a hand, to the detective's cheek, just briefly. "An undiscovered wonder of the world. You know that."

It still got to them, awfully. The frank admiration in the supervillain's eyes. There from the moment they met. Even before the detective was anything at all.

The detective's breath came out a little more shaky.

"Come on," the supervillain said, voice dropping low. Intimate. "You don't really think I'd kill you. Do you?"

"I don't know what you'd do any more."

"Oh, don't sell that pretty brain of yours so short."

The detective opened their mouth, closed it. The supervillain was right, after all. It was only that the knowledge squirmed inside them.

"You knew I'd find you," the detective said, instead.

"Of course, genius. You can find anyone and anything."

"Do you know I'll stop you, too?"

"I know you'll try." The supervillain shrugged. "Unfortunately, solving the mystery does little to help you, when there's no prison on this earth that can hold me."

The detective would have accused anyone else of arrogance, but their former friend...no. They half suspected not even death was a cell that could contain the supervillain. Their fists curled at their sides.

The supervillain offered up their hands, the gesture as simple as their words. As unsimple as their entire bloody relationship.

The detective narrowed their eyes.

"Oh, go on," the supervillain said softly. "Cuff me. It will be like old times. You can march me through the streets. It would do wonders for getting those idiots you work for to recognise the goldmine they've lucked out in hiring."

"My career doesn't need your help. And I don't need your praise."

"As a friend, I'm offering anyway."

"You think we're still friends? After everything you've done?"

"You're right," the supervillain said, without missing a beat. "Friends is not indelible enough, for what we are to each other."

The detective huffed. They should have felt terrified, probably. They were. It was only..."You haven't changed a bit."

"My hair's better."

"Low bar."

"Shame your morals still can't clear it."

The supervillain laughed again and dropped their hands, when it became clear that the detective wasn't going to reach for the cuffs. They tucked their hands behind their back instead, circling idly, humming to themselves.

"So," they said. "If you're not here to arrest me, what can I do for you, dear detective?"

"I wanted to see if it was really you."

"Well, here I really am. And now?"

The detective's stomach twisted. They ignored it. Shrugged.

"Well, I suppose I could take you to the precinct," they said. "But you'd just slaughter everyone there."

"Not if they got on their knees fast enough. I'm not unreasonable."

The detective snorted, disgusted. "So I suppose it depends on what you have planned next. You knew I'd find you, eventually, so you picked now. You picked this spot."

"Did I?"

"Yes." There was no hesitation in the detective's voice.

The supervillain stopped in front of them again. "And yet, you walked yourself here, wilfully, anyway."

"Well, we already established you're not going to kill me."

"Do we need to establish that there are worse things than dying?" The supervillain's smile faded, the delight leaving behind something dark and cavernous. A place that the detective had nearly lost themselves in once.

"No."

"So take this chat as a hello, nice to see you again, stop."

"No."

"No," the supervillain echoed. Sighed. "I suppose it's not a surprise you'd say that. Just can't help yourself, when you think there's someone you need to save."

"I suppose I came here to ask you to stop," the detective said. "As a courtesy. For old time's sake."

"Mm." The supervillain considered them, at that. Then, as quick as light, they grabbed the detective by the wrist. Yanked. Dizzying, a blur, and the two of them were somewhere else. Outside. In the city lights and -

BOOM.

The storage unit they'd been in exploded. Shards of table, of books, scattered in ashy broken debris.

The detective yelped, hand jerking to cover their face at the searing heat. They felt the shards of the table, the corrugated iron, hurl past them like shrapnel.

The villain stood unmoved. Untouched. Even the ashy debris seemed to avoid them as the detective straightened, coughing and stunned.

"Or," the supervillain said, "you knew where I'd choose to meet you. Thought you'd be a gorgeous bit of monster bait, huh? Keep me distracted? Standing there?"

The detective stared at the villain, wide-eyed.

"Ah," the supervillain said, after a beat, voice softening. "Not you. Your superiors. I should have known you'd never deign to kill anyone or anything, even me."

Their colleagues had set the storage to explode. Knowing both the detective and the supervillain were inside. The detective's ear rang.

"Oh, darling," the supervillain said. "You are far too good for this world. Always were." They pulled back, dropping the detective's arm, leaving bruises in their wake. "One sec."

They vanished.

Distantly, far away, the detective heard screaming.

The villain reappeared, drenched head to toe in blood. They dropped something at the detective's feet with a wet-thwack. The detective's gaze flicked down with the inevitability of a car crash, suspecting what they'd find, but -

"Oh, god," the detective said. "Fuck. You didn't have to do that."

Their superior officer's head rested broken on the ground. Terrified eyes vacant and staring up.

"Sure I did," the supervillain said. "They tried to kill you. More to the point, they tried to kill me. And I know, I know, it wouldn't have worked. But you don't let puppies bite just because they're shit at it. Gives the wrong impression."

The detective looked up at the villain. Slowly.

The villain cupped their face, staining the detective's cheeks crimson.

"Congratulations on your promotion, detective," they said. They squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to remind that they could crush the detective's skull like mouse bones. "Now we can really play."

Then, once again, they were gone.

The champagne and flowers arrived at the precinct the same day.

ladyathenawisdom

omg I know it's been a long time but can you please please please make another part for snippet part 5.3🥺🥺🥺🥺

Its soooo good

Also feel free to ignore this comment if you don't want to do it 😭

Wow, I've written something after such a long time. It's been years since I've written something on Tumblr, maybe 2 years. But of course, I had to do this! I might even answer a few more asks in the future. Sorry for the delay!

Also, to the person who sent a request for the villain who mind controls the whole city and wants hero back, that will up soon!

Snippet 5.4

Warnings: Language, Fluff, maybe some romance, some Dark Themes, some Controlling behavior but it's Supervillain, Possessiveness, Jealousy.

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It wasn't so bad.

Life in general, that is. Not as in life in where you lived through misery and suffering alone, but essentially, the living part of it.

Hero was wealthy, yes. She could buy $2,000 shoes and not bat an eye since it wouldn't even put a dent in Supervillain's bank account.

And she seriously didn't wish to know where he got his money from. She could guess, bit diving into that hole would turn into a much deeper wormhole.

And she would rather not get into that.

And his large Manor was nice enough. Large corridors with golden edged mirrors, tall vases in the corners filled with magnolias, baby's breath and lavender, marble floors and massive rooms that could rival her own apartment.

It was nice and cozy, except when the villain meetings happened.

She usually avoided going downstairs when those happened. She had attended the first few ones, keeping her mask on. She had spotted Villain, once or twice.

After that, she stayed in their bedroom or in one of the parlor rooms. And there were many rooms like that. It was almost impressive.

The grandeur of it all almost disgusted her.

The rich were always corrupt. She had seen it first hand when Superheros or even heroes of high ranks got wealthy. They'd turned arrogant and unbearable, with the glory going to their heads.

Hero paused.

She frowns, leaning against the dark wooden headboard of their large bed. The sheets were dark and silk beneath her, with fuffed up pillows, large and soft.

She stares at the front of a magazine, with Sidekick being introduced as the next hero.

She takes a shaky exhale. She knew she was technically 'retiring,' as she was now married to Supervillain.

But still, she expected some loyalty. Even if they needed more heroes.

The double doors opened and Supervillain strolled inside calmly, wiping his hands with a dark, silk handkerchief. He eyed her figure on the ber, noting the white shorts and matching camisole she wore.

Hero felt odd as a flush crept up her neck, but she essentially kept her composure. She turns back to the magazine, flipping through it more aggressively. "What do you want?" She grumbles.

Supervillain raised an eyebrow, heading into the en suite. "Nothing. You seem to be a bad mood." He chuckles, almost amused. His gaze flickers over her again.

Hero looks down at the picture, gripping the edge of the magazine with a tight frown.

"Ahh. You saw that. It seems you've been replaced already."

Hero said nothing. Maybe because his words were raw and true.

She knew the Hero Industry wasn't all clean, no one was truly good. And if they were, bless them, they deserved the world. But the heroes and mentors and superheros, were almost all entitled.

Arrogant in their glory, their wealth and the power they held as heroes. Because of the public. Because the public gave them their importance, not their morals or even honor.

She frowns, staring hard at the magazine. She feels the bed dip and spared the man beside her a glance, irked.

Supervillain stretched on their bed, hands behind his head on the pillow while his ankles were crossed. He gave her a smirk, eyes glancing between her and the magazine.

"See how easy it is to be replaced?"

Hero's eyes narrow. "Why? Thinking of replacing me already, husband?" She scoffs, throwing the magazine across the room.

Supervillain chuckles, shaking his head. "If iI did, I wouldn't have wanted to marry you. I wouldn't have said yes, I wouldn't have had you..."

Hero squints at him.

He shrugs. "I'm merely pointing out how hypocritical the hero industry is, with their lack of honor and loyalty. I mean, it's only been a few months and they've already replaced you with that runt."

"Sidekick is not a runt..."

Supervillain cocks an eyebrow. "Yeah? What is he then? I've seen him fight. Henchman has won many fights with that kid. He won't last long. I'll have Villain deal with him." He says dismissively, sitting up and looking around for the remote.

Hero's eyes snap towards him in a panic. "Villain? What? No, you can't. He's vile...he's...he's a monster?"

"Then what am I then, wife?"

Hero watched him look through the bedside table drawer before he eventually found the remote, turning on the large T.V. that hung on the wall across from their bed.

Supervillain spared her a glance, before turning on the news channel and watching the latest chaos of his criminals. "What? Kitty got your tongue?"

Hero clenched her jaw. "You are not going to hurt Sidekick."

Supervillain paused, turning his head to look at her.

Hero met his stare head-on, glaring hard at him.

No. No Sidekick. He had been there for her when no one was, even if she was being replaced, she still cared. He was still her friend, he was still her ally.

And she was happy that he had been promoted. That was god for him, he needed it. He had always worked so hard and now, that work had paid off.

"I don't think I heard you right." Supervillain says, his tone soft, which should have been a warning itself. "Are you asking your husband to spare another man? That doesn't sound loyal, wife." He reaches out and tucks a strand of her hair behind her hair.

Hero scowls. "Sidekick is my friend." She slaps his hand away. "And stay within your limits. You have no right to touch me."

"I have every right to touch you." Supervillain states coldly. "You belong to me, your my wife. So stop defending him and taking his fucking side."

Hero sat up. "I'm not taking his side. He's my friend. You won't hurt him."

Supervillain laughs in disbelief. "You want me to spare him? He's replacing you. Do you not value yourself?"

Hero falters, staring at him in disbelief. She had nothing to say, because no one had said something like that to her. Ever.

Supervillain noticed. Of course he did, he noticed everything. Mostly. He looks back at the news, which was showing a footage of a bank being robbed and bombed by some criminals. His own, no doubt.

Hero stayed silent, picking at her nails.

"You should value yourself more, Hero."

She paused at his words, looking at him for a moment before she looks back at the T.V.

What could she honestly say to that?

Did she value herself? Or had she wasted all those years being used by everyone?

She didn't think she so, she had always been kind. She had always helped everyone and anyone, even at her own expense.

That meant being a hero.

Was she worthless?

"No."

Hero looked towards Supervillain when he spoke up, his tone sharp yet cold. He was glaring at her now.

She blinks. She hadn't meant to speak out loud.

Supervillain studies her. He always did so, always staring at her face with a odd fascination, as if he still couldn't believe that she had such a bewitching face.

"You really are an insecure little hero, aren't you?"

Those words stung. But she didn't show it.

"Hmm...you really should value yourself more, Hero. You're more of a hero, then that whole corrupt company combined."

Hero stared at him, stunned for a moment. She hesitated. "...right. Thank you."

Supervillain only gave a curt nod.

"Now, Chinese or Thai?"

Hero gave a hesitant smile. "...you already know the answer."

"Ahh, yes. Both."

ghqstwriter

Hi hi, can I request possibly submissive batshit crazy Villain x Slightly concerned hero (and maybe a bit of enemies to lovers), I love your work btw, it inspires me a lot ^^

“Oh come on! You’re losing on purpose, now!”

Villain grinned from underneath them, not quite smug but certainly pleased with themself.

As of late, it seemed as though their goal was less about actually causing villainous havoc and more about seeing what crimes got Hero there to apprehend them the fastest. Determination to defeat their nemesis, the crimefighter would have called it, if not for how giddy they seemed whenever they got caught in the act.

“Do you really doubt your own skillset that much? That you think I’d have to throw a fight for you to get your victory?“ Villain responsed, though they didn’t seem to be putting much effort into trying to sway Hero’s opinion.

“I don’t doubt myself. What I do doubt is that you, of all people, would lose a fight to one singular hero alone.”

Villain was terrifying as an opponent. When they first met, Hero’s entire team was not enough to defeat them. Hero had come close to leaving a mark but had failed to land the blow in the heat of the moment and the terror of watching their comrades fall with ease.

Something had shifted, Hero didn’t quite know when. Maybe it was when they’d attempted to fight Villain alone, quivering subtly but still determined to bring them to justice. Maybe it was when they’d been willing to sacrifice their life for the city, including all the villains that lived in it.

Villain had started drawing them away from the rest of the team, wanting to catch them alone. Private and intimate, almost. Hero had initially suspected a trap, though they far from followed through with any devious schemes.

The first time Villain had lost, it was clear something was up. They’d barely given any effort to fight back. The same person who had devastated the team within a few minutes had fallen in battle in the same amount of time.

An off day, Hero assumed. Perhaps they were sick, exhausted, or injured by another rival villain. Despite what their team would have thought, Hero had opted to let Villain go. They weren’t particularly keen on attacking civilians or causing property damage anyways, though they were powerful they weren’t a top priority.

And now it had happened again.

“You want me to win, Villain. Tell me why.” Hero pressed their weapon — currently caressing the criminal’s exposed skin — further against their flesh. It was an empty threat: Villain surely could have dismissed the blade at any time.

“You’ve never been bored before, Hero?” Villain asked, like this wouldn’t have been a life or death situation for any other human on the planet. Like they were just throwing a sports match, not a fight to the death.

Though, it made a sickening semblance of sense.

Nobody on the team had ever seen someone like Villain before. Their powers were immense and almost incomprehensible. If not for the positive connotations of the word, anyone would have called them godly. Untouchable.

Hero was doubtful that anyone had threatened the villain before. Sure, people must have tried, their personality was far from amiable, but it must have been tremendously easy to dispose of them.

Defeat was new to them. It must have felt exhilarating, to be the one beneath the blade for once. To feel human after a lifetime of near immortality. Perhaps that had driven them mad, and led them to a life of villainy.

“Let me rephrase that then, if you aren’t going to give me a precise answer.” Hero leant in closer, hoping to observe any subtle movement in their expression. They tried hard to ignore the way Villain’s cheeks flushed. “Why me?”

Hero wasn’t the strongest superhero, nor were they the most likely to let Villain do as they pleased. It didn’t make sense from a logical standpoint at least, didn’t feel like this was a calculated decision.

Villain paused for a moment, looking as though they were internally computing how the phrase this, like the way their words came across would really matter to the hero. Their eyes were wide and they shimmered unsettlingly.

This was the most fun they’d had in ages, to say the least.

“The other heroes are tremendously soft. They’re people who save the lives of the innocent,” Villain explained as though Hero’s colleagues were any weaker than they were. The crimefighter quirked an eyebrow, confused at the implication that they weren’t one to save lives.

“You, Hero, are the person who brings the guilty to justice. Very different attitudes to the same job title. The rest of them are all ever so determined to stop me, but you’re the only one trying to catch me.”

“I’m not sure I follow your semantics here, Villain.”

“Let me put it this way:” Villain leant closer to the blade pressed against their skin. If it were anyone else, it would have caused injury.

“I know you’ll never be able to defeat me. You’re weaker in a multitude of ways. But that glint of determination in your eyes can convince even me that you’ve got a fighting chance. You want to destroy me more than you want to save anyone from my antics.”

Hero had barely fought at all today, and yet they felt horribly out of breath already. Their chest was tight and each inhale felt laborious.

Everything Villain had said was true, nauseatingly so. Right now, they wanted nothing more than to tear apart the criminal and see if they were inhuman down to their core too. It would be wrong, to act with such impulsiveness on the job. There were protocols to be followed.

It was getting harder and harder to recall what their procedures had stated, not when the villain was practically begging for the hero to let go of their own inhibitions. They both needed this, simultaneously an outlet and a final, desperate attempt to feel grounded.

“My team know I’d never defeat you on my own. If I’m gone for a prolonged period of time, they’ll assume I’m kidnapped, or worse, betraying them.” Technically, most of their team would see indulging the villain as quite traitorous, but Hero willed that train of thought down.

“If I have to kidnap you then so be it.” Villain grasped the hero’s hands. A deliberate showcase that if they pleased, they could remove the blade from their clutches. They made no such attempt.

Something inexplicable about the hero made them feel alive. It ignited a primal fear in them that they’d lost amongst the numbness of invulnerability. Right now, they were a predator trapped beneath the dull claws of a prey animal. Exhilirating.

Despite themself, Hero smiled almost bitterly. A breathless laugh left their lips, in spite of how ludicrous the situation was. This should have been horrifying, yet a sense of wanting washed over them far too quickly.

“Something tells me you’d prefer it if I was the one kidnapping you,” they jested dryly. Villain ran a finger down their opponent’s blade.

The pair were close enough that their noses were practically touching. It would have been easy (and wildly tempting) to lean in and close the gap, but neither caved. Besides, a kiss was something soft and domestic. The tension between them was anything but.

“Your team are currently outside the building, and within five minutes they’ll have reached this very room.” Hero knew better than to ask how they could have possibly known that without looking. I have to leave was the very obvious subtext woven into their words.

“I look forward to our next fight, Hero.”

the-modern-typewriter

Heyyy I hope this is okay especially with how many requests you must get day in and day out 🖤 I had this idea of a dark knight who is in charge of watching over a captured princess and over the time of her being imprisoned she develops feelings for the knight. Eventually she decides to attempt an escape but when the dark knight catches up to her flirtatious tension arises (^◔ᴥ◔^) Honestly it’s your blog but if it’s WLW that’d be great, otherwise go crazy and have a good day!

"Trying to leave without saying goodbye? Heartbreaking. Just as we were getting along."

The princess whirled. Even as she did it, she knew it was foolish. By the time one had laid eyes on a dark knight, it was usually already too late to win the fight. Especially when it was her dark knight. Well, not hers, but...

The knight stepped forward, oh so obligingly, from beneath the night that begged for the honour of giving her cover. The moonlight kissed the sharp black edges of her armour, caressed the deadly tip of her sword, painted her lovingly in monochrome.

The princess's breath hitched.

"Wearing my clothes too," the dark knight said. "My, my princess."

"Well, my dresses do not exactly blend in. It is not sentiment."

"You look good in my things."

The princess swallowed. Her face bloomed with a treacherous heat.

"Have you come to say goodbye then?" She tossed the words half like a plea, and half like a gauntlet.

The worst part, after all, was that she had struggled over the thought of leaving without saying goodbye to her dark knight and captor - which was, frankly, ridiculous. Of course, that didn't mean she wanted her escape attempt to fail simply for the chance of seeing her again. She took half a step back.

The knight's head tilted, expression obscured by her mask.

"Goodbye," the princess said, determinedly. She kept her voice steady, or at least as steady, as proper, as she could. "I have enjoyed our time together."

"Then you will be delighted to know that this is not farewell."

The princess's fists clenched at her side. She edged back another step, gaze fixed on the knight. "Just let me go. You cannot bring me back to him!"

"I most certainly can. Or do you imagine it will be difficult to put you over my shoulder?"

She hated that part of the thought made her shiver, not exactly in terror. Made her think of the knight's lean arms, her lithe strength, the way she towered over the princess in the moments where they were pressed close. A force of nature. A girl made of shadow and bloodshed.

"Please," she said.

"Princess."

"Please."

"I won't tell him you tried to run."

The princess laughed, a bitter thing, shaking her head. She couldn't fight. Or, rather, she could fight but she would not win. Could she run? Maybe. People often underestimated how fast she could be, when she wasn't focused on the poise expected of her.

(People, her mind supplied, were not her knight.)

She jutted her chin up, she edged back another step. "If you cared for me at all, you would not bring me back."

"And if you cared for me at all, you would not expect me to forsake my job."

"Even if you drag me back I'll run again."

"Yes. And I'll catch you again."

"How did you even find out about this!?"

Her - the - dark knight moved then. Wicked fast. One instant she was a few metres away, the next second she had the princess pressed up against one of the forest trees. She did not reach for her sword. Her hand cupped the back of the princess's head, keeping her from bashing it as she was pinned back. Her hand tightened in the princess's hair, sending a sharp bolt of almost sweet pain and adrenaline through the princess's body as she tugged.

"Because, Zaria," her voice was a silken hiss, "I know you."

The princess's breath gave another treacherous hitch. She was sure her eyes were wide

The knight's lips were inches from her own, her head bent low. Lady death and the maiden, the gold jewels of a looming over kiss turned to lavish twilight and steel.

"I know you better than anyone ever has," the knight continued. "Your clever viciousness, your pretty lies, your beautiful cunning. People always mistake prey for something soft and sweet and innocent, don't they?"

"But you are not people."

"Of course you would run." The knight's free hand slid up too, from her shoulders, thumb brushing over the princess's parted lips. "As surely as I would hunt you. This was inevitable between us."

The princess's hand closed on the sword left abandoned at the knight's side. She could have drawn it. She could have plunged it forward in their closeness, hoped to dig past all of the armour to the intriguing thing she'd caught glimpses of beneath.

But then her knight would not be blood and shadow, she would just be blood, and pain, and gone. She wet her cracked lips.

"And does the hunter ever feel tenderness for its prey?" she asked, softly.

"The prey is everything to the hunter," the knight replied. "And so the hunter feels everything for her."

"But not enough pity to let her go."

"I feel no pity for you, princess. You are not a pitiable thing, are you?"

"Then that is not everything."

The knight laughed. "You are magnificent. Will you come willingly," she asked, "or should I actually drag you?"

"Oh, you can drag me. Kicking and screaming. I think you'd enjoy it. Me writhing and thrashing and hot and spent in your arms."

The princess was delighted, despite her losses, to see the dark knight swallow at that. To hear her breath hitch, a chink in the armour. Information, for the next time, perhaps. It felt like a victory, however small. Not escape, perhaps, but another rock chiselled hidden from her prison walls.

"Very unladylike," the dark knight managed.

"You should tell him," she said, and nipped the dark knight's mouth savagely. "How unladylike I am. A lost cause. Not worth keeping."

"Oh, you will always, always, be worth keeping. Of that I'm sure."

"Maybe you should work for me instead."

"Maybe I should. But not today. It is late, and the rest of us need our beauty sleep to keep up with you, my princess."

They were fighting after that.

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Hey can you do literally anything with babey civilian / badass supervillain? Maybe a little bit of jealous hero who won't leave civilian alone?

All up to you your work is amazing have a chocolate 🍫 byeeee

This is choco anon i will be back

Hey Choco Anon! Sorry it took so long to reply to this, but yeah, I can give it a try! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Thank you to @thepenultimateword for helping me on this one!

The sight of Hero made Civilian walk a little faster. They were anxious to get to their destination without being intercepted by the crime-fighter. Despite the good things the press always said about them, there was something about Hero that sent shivers down Civilian’s spine.

Civilian just reached their bus stop when a gloved hand came to rest on their shoulder.

“Well, hello there, pretty,” Hero said, “what are you doing out alone so late?”

Civilian gulped, their body stiffening. They turned to face them.

“I’m just waiting for my bus,” Civilian said quietly.

“Speak up, doll,” Hero said sweetly, “I have a lot of abilities, but super hearing isn’t one of them.”

“Just waiting for the bus,” Civilian repeated a little louder.

“Hm,” Hero mused, “you don’t usually take a bus to get home, where are you off to?”

Civilian faltered, how did Hero know about their route home?

“I- I’m just-”

“Hope you’re not going near that criminal’s base,” Hero continued, “I’ve noticed Supervillain’s had their eye on you for a while, you need to be careful, doll.”

Civilian nodded stiffly.

“I am careful,” Civilian said, forcing a polite smile.

Hero tucked a strand of hair behind Civilian’s ear. Civilian fought back a shudder.

“I know,” Hero said, “but you’d do well to have someone looking out for you.”

The sound of a bus stopping made Civilian relax just a little. Finally, they were saved!

“Well, uh, this is my bus, so, um, bye-”

Civilian went to leave, but Hero grabbed their wrist.

“Where are you trying to go?” Hero asked, “I can take you there. Statistically, flying is the safest way to travel.”

“Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist,” Hero said, pulling Civilian closer and starting to rise up.

Civilian’s stomach dropped.

“Hero!” a voice shouted.

Hero stopped a few feet in the air, turning to the source of the voice.

“Hands off,” Supervillain said, approaching them, “they’re not interested.”

“How would you know?” Hero asked, landing back on the ground, “have they told you that?”

“The look on their face says everything,” Supervillain said, charging two balls of dark energy, “let them go. Now.”

Hero chuckled, moving Civilian so that they were behind them.

“This’ll just be a second,” they said.

Hero summoned two fireballs and strutted toward Supervillain. Supervillain cast a glance at Civilian.

“Run,” they mouthed.

Before Hero could turn to see what Civilian would do, Supervillain clocked them hard in the jaw, dark energy spreading into their skin. Civilian didn’t stay to watch what would happen next; they bolted, turning a corner and running to who knew where.

…

Civilian hid in an alleyway, trying to catch their breath and slow their racing heart. A figure landed next to them. Civilian’s heart leapt into their throat, whipping around to face them.

“Supervillain,” they realized, breathing a sigh of relief.

Civilian collapsed against the alley wall. Supervillain approached them slowly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Supervillain said, “they won’t bother you anymore. I made sure of it.”

“Thank you,” Civilian breathed, “thank you thank you thank you.”

“…Can I come closer?” Supervillain asked gently.

Civilian managed to nod. Supervillain closed the rest of the distance between them.

“Would you like me to take you home?” they asked.

Civilian shook their head.

“C-can I stay with you tonight? Please?”

“Of course, love. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?”

Civilian nodded again. Supervillain put their arms around them and lifted them into the air, flying back to their base.

“Next time you want to see me, don’t take the bus,” Supervillain said, “just call me and I’ll come get you.”

Civilian buried their face in Supervillain’s chest, muttering out a muffled reply.

…

Supervillain gently sat Civilian down on the large, plush couch in their living room. They crouched down to get a better look at their lover.

“Talk to me,” Supervillain said, “did they do anything to you?”

Civilian shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

“I think they were stalking me. I don’t feel safe anymore. They’re so… grabby and forceful.”

Something dark glinted in Supervillain’s eyes, but it faded before Civilian could see it.

“Like I said, they shouldn’t come near you again,” Supervillain said, “if they do, I swear I will finish what I started.”

“What did you do?” Civilian sniffled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Supervillain said with a small smile, “it’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.”

Supervillain sat down on the couch next to Civilian. Civilian cuddled up to them, sobbing quietly. Supervillain ran their hand up and down their lover’s shoulder, shushing them gently.

…

Hero’s mangled body was rushed to a local hospital, where it was determined that Supervillain had shattered their arms, legs, and jaw. It would be a while before they had an opportunity to bother Civilian again, and if they did… well, the funeral would be a spectacle for sure.

pendarling

New

It was a colder night than usual all thanks to the heavy clouds. It was supposed to snow soon, which meant shorter days and longer nights. It all worked out fine with Villain, who preferred the cover of the night anyways.

Most criminal activities came to life only when the gaze of the authorities had been severely reduced.

When they caught sight of the lonesome person standing on duty under a streetlight in their path, they could only assume another pesky saviour.

Villain walked up smoothly from the path behind Hero. Instinctively Hero whipped around and narrowed their eyes at the suspicious figure.

"Who are you?"

They let out a sly chuckle under their breath. "You're pretty good at detecting someone from behind... though you could do better." Villain lowly gazed at the hero's figure and examined their suit carefully, once satisfied they darted their eyes back up with a hum of approval.

"So you're not going to tell me your name?" They hesitated for a beat of a second. Villain’s footsteps could be heard softly clicking as they approached closer. They could just hardly make out their face from their perspective, but Hero could feel their gaze travelling across their skin and it made them involuntarily shiver.

It wasn’t like they were counting on getting caught up with a fight, but they couldn’t sleep without taking one quick look around their neighbourhood. These kinds of places were littered with all types of violence.

They stood still and tapped lightly to the side where they left their dagger waiting for moments like this.

“I’d take it that you’re a little afraid?”

“Of you?”

“Of the dark.”

Hero fought the urge to click their tongue. They were playing mind games with them.

Villain noticed their silence and circled around the other, taking note of their position. All Hero could do was watch the larger person push past the dark and only lightly caress the edges of the light funnelling in from the lamp above.

“No name then?”

"I mean...” they shrugged, “you can call me whatever you want." Villain tilted their head when their eyes managed to focus on Hero’s expression. They paused to take a better look at their features.

They had to admit, Hero was just a bit more attractive than usual even through their mask.

Or maybe that was just the effects of the streetlight hitting them? Come to think of it, Villain was unsure if they'd ever seen this person before. Perhaps they were new to the profession? They certainly didn't act like it.

There was only one way to find out.

Villain leaped into the glare and pushed Hero into the empty dark street with all their weight. It surprised them, nearly knocking the air out of them, but Hero managed to jump back up to their original stance and took aim at the other.

Hero was flexible. They’d have to give them that. Villain watched them rush forward; frigid wind following shortly behind as they easily stepped to the side. Though, that did little to deter Hero from spinning back and kicking them instead.

There was something off about the hero. They weren't as merciful as most they've come across. The thought made them smile widely with excitement.

Hero pulled in closer again and attempted to kick them down to their knees. Villain stopped the attack and gripped onto their wrists.

“Had enough yet?” Hero panted. Villain could just barely see their grin.

“You ask a lot of questions. Good thing you’ve got your looks going for you otherwise you’d be dead.”

Hero halted for a second and let the words register. As they faltered, Villain had escaped from their grip and shoved Hero back further.

Out of all of their opponents, none had been so easy to read as them. They were obviously using speech to weaken their position. It was the only reason why they’d been so bold just now.

Yet, Hero couldn’t stop the tug against their upturning lips at the unexpected compliment. “You amuse me.” They slowly pulled out a cold blade tucked beneath their suit and gave them a sharp look. Hero could see their knuckles freeze under the weather.

"Villain." They finally replied as a faint cloud of icy air pushed out. They couldn't help but stare at them impressed. This hero might've been new to the game, but they obviously knew how to play. "That's my name."

"Shut up,"

Villain felt their eyes light up, right now, more than anything in the world, Villain stood in front of a real challenge. Someone who was willing to go all the way. "Y'know, I'm starting to like the way you talk." They winked.

Hero felt their face grow warm. What was this?

“I’m not trying to flatter you.” They fixed their grip on the handle of the blade. It was strange, really, they wouldn’t let them win this fight of words though. If anything, Hero would force their guard down first.

They stepped back a bit and then returned another blow, their dagger swiftly reaching towards their chest. Villain snapped back and grabbed onto their wrist again, this time twisting it as they held Hero’s back to their chest.

“Ah!”

CLANK!

Villain’s grip was strong. The metal blade had fallen to the ground and was promptly kicked out of the way.

“Giving up?” They pressed down harder onto them. From the corner of their vision, Hero could still see the sharp edge of the weapon twinkle from the beams of the lights.

Hero felt their arms tightening under Villain and winced.

“No…” they breathed out heavily against the dropping temperatures. Their body on the other hand sensed the heat from behind and ached to push closer for comfort.

If they were going to win, they would have to be quick. Hero tugged hard in their grip before reaching around for an opening.

They split and an exchange of fists took Villain out of the dark and into the streetlight’s vision.

Their lungs were burning by the time they stopped again. Hero adjusted their eyes as they landed on their faceless enemy.

“Giving up?” Hero echoed. It made Villain laugh at the realization of the turning tables.

They fixed their attire and pushed back the locks of hair obstructing their vision. It was then that Hero noticed their counterpart had a lot more going for them than just words.

Hero stepped back, wondering if this dark villain was really this stunning. Their eyes were a cool blank stare with a tone of humour and sarcasm on their expression. They couldn’t recall the last time they’d found someone so pleasing to the eyes like this.

“What? Did you find what you were looking for?”

Hero blushed again, this was the first time they’d find the face of a bloodied person… well, hotter than normal. Hero shook the thoughts from their head and bared their teeth. “You’re irritating.”

“And you’re right about that, but I’m also stronger than you.”

Hero tried moving over to the side to dodge another attack. The criminal had been true to their word and this time successfully tackled Hero to the asphalt street.

They groaned feeling their head grow light and dizzy. A light hint of ice on the road stabbed through along their back. They shut their eyes tightly to avoid the sensors being picked up around them. Hero could just barely notice the weight settling above them by the time they could finally open their eyes.

“You should be aware of your surroundings more” Villain said. They held onto Hero’s wrists this time with a single hand and further investigated their body. Hero acknowledged they would have to do better than this, they took a mental note. They were getting easily caught too many times.

The other above them took their time with a gentle palm trailing up along their ribs. Inspecting their reaction and was thrilled to see Hero hold back a pitiful whimper.

They stopped at their jaw and wiped a streak of blood. “Already hurt and we’ve just started.” They whispered.

They were too close. Hero couldn’t stop the rapid thump in their chest when their face was hovered over their lips. It was wrong. All of this was not protocol in the slightest.

But they couldn’t stop the pull they felt from the enemy. They were just too good at everything. Hero fluttered their eyes closed as warm air from their lips met their own.

It was just a small peck at first, Hero slightly glazed over at Villain with just a short eye contact. Then fully embraced their lips one more time.

It wasn’t an unbearable glacial pain anymore, of course not. Their body found an easier source of heat and endorsed the taste of the other.

Villain groaned deeply and let themselves make way through their lips and into their mouth with daring intent. Their tongues intertwined and danced in a soft pattern, Hero sighed. The tense sensation of their muscles was now replaced with a new desire.

Villain moved onto their bottom lip and bit down lightly with a hunger that began to rise more as they continued. Hero laid weak and unable to pull away.

They couldn’t count how long they were laying there shamelessly outside. By the time they were done however, Hero could still feel Villain’s teeth running against them and a cold flat surface by their neck.

“Hm…” Villain took in the scene beneath them, “what did I just say about being careful, darling?”

Hero realized that in the time they spent together, Villain had found their hand finally resting on the dagger beside them. They cursed themselves silently and clenched down their teeth.

How could they have been so humiliated?

“You’re the one being so upfront.” Hero turned their head to try and escape the gaze from the other.

Villain rested the edge closer to Hero’s exposed neck, the chilled wind fueling the frightened look on them.

“What? Me?” They moved the weapon’s tip closer to their jawline and traced it. “You thought you were so tough earlier today didn’t you?” Villain licked their lips as soon as they noticed the changing in their breathing. They relished in their whimpering.

“Do it then.”

There was a stutter between their words, but Villain refused to comment on it for the time. "Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” They leaned back down and planted a small kiss to their head. “Hope to see you again soon."

Hero furrowed their brows. They laid unmoving until they were sure Villain had completely removed themselves and made distance between them. Villain had turned on their heels and made their exit.

“Wait.”

“Missing me already, dear?” They asked.

“Where are you going?” Hero sat up and watched as the villain pointed behind them at the wall of pitch black curtains. An empty road without any light at all.

Hero blinked and stared as Villain pressed on into the empty lanes until they disappeared.

~~~

MASTERLIST

the-modern-typewriter

Hi! I'm really sorry if this sounds too specific, but is there any chance we can get a hero x villain snippet where the villain used to be on the hero's side, but something happened which caused them to turn evil? Thanks?

“People don’t just turn evil.”

“No, they don’t,” the villain replied. “People just think they are. They use that term when people no longer give a shit.”

“About anything?” the protagonist kept their voice light, as if their heart wasn’t lurching. As if they didn’t want to ask, don’t you give a shit about me?

The villain studied them, so very familiar, so dreadfully strange. The protagonist didn’t know when they’d stopped being able to read them.

“What did you no longer give a shit about?” the protagonist pressed. Me, was it me? In bitter hurt, it felt it must be, because how could someone who cared about them do this?

“Sentiment is a reason to be defeated.”

Dear god. “Sentiment is a reason to live. You were on my side.”

“And then your side was wrong.”

“You’ve just decided that.”

“I’ve seen what you’ve done to those who you consider not good enough,” the villain replied. “I know you don’t mean to,” they said, softer. “You’re just part of a system.”

“You’re just part of a problem.”

Part of the problem of their stupidly beating heart, that still wanted to care.

The villain smiled like they could read their mind. Full of hurt, full of memories.“We broke up for a reason.”

“We didn’t break up, you just left me.”

“You could come to my side.”

“You could stop being a prick.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I’m sorry you turned into a massive prick.”

The villain’s expression hardened like that, cooling to something capable of betrayal so very easily. “You’re not even able to consider that your enemies might have their reason, are you?”

“Are we enemies now?” It stung.

“You’re making us be.”

“You’re the one who betrayed me.”

“Your side is a lie,” the villain said. “You promise to protect people, even when you have no power to do so.”

The hero faltered, and their hand itched to touch, to soothe, to do all of their usual things. “What happened to you?”

The villain said nothing, they only drew back further.“Run,” they said, ending the conversation. “Give me an excuse not to kill you.”

“I won’t leave you. Not like this. They’ve - they’ve done something to you.”

“You never could understand anyone who would disagree with your views,” the villain said. Then they attacked.

The hero could spend lifetimes coming up with the reasons why.

not a pr0mpt

the-modern-typewriter

wgshdwgd im sorry if youre not accepting snippet reqs </333

but could i req you write abt a villain who *everyone* is genuinely terrified of. and then the hero just politely tells them to shut the fuck up. like, villain could be monologuing or smth and hero would cut them off saying that they would really appreciate it if villain could finish up in the next hour or so because they dont want to miss bargain day at the supermarket.

uwah im sorry if i broke any rules </33 stay safe its a crazy world out there <333

"-Could you please just shut up?"

There was a moment of absolute, horrified silence. One man promptly fainted. Nobody seemed to breathe for a few seconds.

The villain turned, slowly, towards the protagonist.

They were on their knees on the floor, surrounded by armed guards ready to execute the various staff still in their building. Their expression was one of exhausted long-suffering, one hand pinching the bridge of their nose as if to stave off a headache.

"Excuse me?" the villain asked, oh so softly.

"Will you please stop talking?" The protagonist dropped their hand, levelling the villain with a look. "Like, if you're going to slaughter the lot of us, just do it, don't make us listen to the spiel first. It's been forty five minutes."

"Are you so eager to die?"

"No. But if I'm going to die, I think I'd like to get it over with. Otherwise, I'd like to just go about my day. I need to buy food before the shop closes and takeaway costs a fortune. I mean, bloody hell. Forty five minutes. Do you really think anyone here is listening?"

The villain stared.

"Like, not to be rude," the protagonist said. "But they're all scared out their minds. They are not processing the finer points of your monologue. It's just so unnecessary."

"I could cut out your tongue and feed it to you."

"You don't have anything better to do?"

"I could cut out their tongues," the villain swept a hand around the room, "and feed them to you. That sorts out dinner, doesn't it?"

"I mean, I'm vegan, and not a cannibal, but I appreciate you're more concerned with being menacing than actually addressing the issue."

The villain stared some more.

The protagonist stared back.

"The data I need is still downloading," the villain said, after a long moment. "If I let you leave, someone will do something stupid like try and call the police."

"Sure, sure. But the monologue."

"You don't enjoy the sound of my voice?"

"I wouldn't take it too personally. It's been a week. Bit overstimulated, to be honest. Anyone's voice right now feels a bit like a cheese grater on my nerve endings."

"A bit like a cheese grater."

"No offense."

The villain blinked at them, slow and somewhat incredulous. "A cheese grater."

The protagonist shrugged.

"I'm assuming you didn't miss who I am in the last forty five minutes," the villain said.

"No."

"And yet."

"It's not that you're not terrifying," the protagonist said. "I just - forty five minutes. Humans aren't set up to be this stressed for forty minutes. My head is killing me. Processing all this - if you don't kill us - is going to be hard enough without having to fit in all the life admin I'm not currently getting done."

"Come here."

"...what?"

The villain crooked a finger to beckon the protagonist forward.

The protagonist swallowed, eyeing the villain warily, but didn't make them ask again. With a glance at the armed henchmen, they shuffled forwards to the spot the villain had gestured at their feet.

"You know," the villain said, "it's been a very long time since anyone has talked back to me."

"Sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude."

"No," the villain mused, head tilting with something alarmingly like curiosity as the protagonist came to a stop. "You're really not, are you? Turn."

"...turn?"

The villain gestured again, to indicate that the protagonist should face away from them.

"...You can't just give me all the orders at once? I get this is more dramatic, but I probably wouldn't be trying your patience as much if-"

The villain seized the nape of the protagonist's neck, like scruffing a kitten, making their breath catch.

Everyone watched for the inevitable torment. The punishment. The kill.

The villain's fingers dug into the knots of tension in the protagonist's neck, power sparking up the touch.

The protagonist sagged. "Holy shit," they breathed.

"Better?"

"Um. I mean - yes - but -"

"Good." The villain glanced up to the henchmen. "Shoot everyone else."

"What? Wait - no -"

The sound was deafening.

Then the silence was, once again, absolute.

"You didn't have to do that," the protagonist whispered. "I didn't mean - if I offended you -"

"Oh, you didn't, don't worry. That's why you're still alive. Tell me about yourself."

The villain's grip stayed unrelenting on the back of the protagonist's neck, holding them securely in place.

"T-tell-?"

"We still have ten minutes," the villain said, in a tone of great patience, "before the download completes. Tell me about yourself. I shouldn't be the one doing all the talking, after all. It's very rude of me, isn't it?"

Hesitantly, the protagonist talked, watching the blood pool on the floor. What else was there to do?

The computer finally gave a quiet beep to indicate that the download was complete.

"Good. Very good." The villain gave the protagonist's neck another gentle enough squeeze. "Now. Let's go grocery shopping," the villain said cheerfully. "Up you get. Dinner's on me."

barbarianwomon

Part 2 to the one where Hero gets beaten up by their mentor and decides to join villain (maybe I should start titling these things?). Took longer on this than I thought and my brain kept wanting to go in different directions with this. So if anyone's interested in the softer or harder version of this I've got most of that writ too. Just couldn't decide how villainous I wanted the villain to be or if I just wanted them to be a big ol' softy. Anyways, hope you guys like what I ended up going for xxx

Part 1

“Drink this,” Villain said, handing Hero a cup of tea.

“Thanks,” Hero mumbled, voice sore and eyes tired as they breathed in the warmth.

“Do we need to have a talk about hiding injuries?” Villain asked whilst the bath was still running.

“No,” Hero assured.

“Good. Then I’ll ask: do you have any serious injuries that need looking at before I leave you alone for however long it takes you to have a bath?” Villain gave Hero a pointed look.

“I do not.”

“Because I have a first aid kit,” Villain pressed. “And a doctor on call who’s very discreet.”

“I promise the worst that I got is probably just some heavy bruising,” Hero smiled reassuringly.

Villain was most assuredly not reassured.

“Sorry,” Hero said sheepishly. “I was aiming for light-hearted, but I guess I failed.”

“It’s hard to pull off when you look like that and sound like you’re two seconds away from crying again.”

Hero looked down at their mug, hair falling over their eyes.

“Who did this to you?” Villain asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Of course you don’t. But I’m sure you’d rather get this part over and done with than let it continue weighing on you.”

Hero said nothing. Continuing to avoid eye contact with Villain.

“I’ll find out either way of course,” Villain said casually, which suddenly got Hero’s attention. “But if you spare me the trouble, I may take into account your opinion on how they’re dealt with.”

“You can’t kill him.”

“Killing him will be the least of his concerns,” Villain smiled, mentally noting Hero referred to their attacker as ‘he’.

Hero tried to stand, ready to protest or argue or something they hadn’t completely thought through, but they flinched at the first movement as pain wracked their body, hot tea spilling against their hand and onto their lap.

“Don’t be silly, sit down,” Villain tutted, taking the mug from Hero and using a tea towel to dry them off. Thankfully the tea wasn’t boiling. Villain looked up and their eyes met with Hero’s bloodshot ones, still as on the verge of tears as they had been when they picked them up. Their face was fine for the most part: slight graze on the side of their forehead and a split lip. Villain could tell by how reluctant Hero was to show them that the worse wounds were where they couldn’t see. “He’d deserve it, you know.”

Hero bit their lip as they tried to think of a solution or some way to convince Villain not to seek vengeance on their account. Their mind came up annoyingly blank however as their aching body kept dragging their thoughts back to the alley.

“Can I have time to think it through?” Hero asked in a desperate attempt to stall for time until their brain finally cooperated.

Villain considered them for a moment.

“No,” they answered. “Tell me now, or I’ll find another means.”

Hero’s heart sank.

“This isn’t fair.”

“I know,” Villain answered gently. “I’m not a good person, darling. But you knew this when you called me. Just like you knew I would do everything in my power to protect you and that includes dealing with the scum that dared to lay a finger on you.”

Hero curled into themselves more and Villain knew they were pushing them, but they couldn’t stop themselves. A rage burned inside them that begged to be sated. Hero wasn’t safe- couldn’t be safe whilst there was someone out there who thought they could do this to them and get away with it. And if they did it once, they would do it again, and again, and again-

“You can’t fight him,” Hero muttered as they aggressively rubbed away tears. Their voice so quiet it was a wonder how it managed to cut through Villain’s thoughts.

Villain picked Hero up gently in their arms, shifting the two of them around so that Villain sat in the armchair with Hero curled up into their lap, holding them and rubbing their back, waiting for the sobbing to stop. In this position, Villain’s eyes landed on the small box of belongings Hero had left beside the door. It was a ridiculously small amount of things that Villain was sure couldn’t possibly be everything they owned. However, feeling Hero’s small frame hiding beneath their clothes, Villain did begin to worry that was the case.

“Do you need somewhere to stay?” Villain asked, a puzzle beginning to form and slowly solve itself in their head.

Hero nodded against Villain’s chest.

“And you’re asking me? What about friends or family?”

Hero shook their head.

“Friends kicked me out,” they muttered. “Haven’t got any family.”

“What about your team? Don’t you guys have a headquarters or something you can stay at?”

Hero stiffened, and the last of the puzzle pieces fell together. Because at the end of the day, Hero didn’t just call Villain for help. Villain asked Hero to join them, and Hero finally said yes.

“Oh, I’m going to kill them,” Villain hissed, holding Hero tighter.

“Don’t,” Hero said, fists clenching against Villain’s shirt.

“Not today,” Villain assured. “I’m not leaving you now, don’t worry.”

“Don’t fight them. Please.”

“That depends. Were all of them involved or was it just one specific person?” Villain asked, knowing the answer. Hero said nothing and Villain sighed. “Give me a name, darling. Let me focus my rage on one person and I won’t go digging to see if anyone else is worthy of it.”

“I don’t want you to hurt people because of me.”

Villain lifted Hero’s chin so they could look them in the eyes.

“Him getting hurt will be the consequence of his actions, not yours,” Villain said, desperately wanting Hero to understand. “You are not to blame for any of this.”

Hero went silent for a while and Villain let them; unsure whether Hero was thinking things over or decided to be stubborn. Either way, Villain held them close until the bath had finished filling.

They found a singular set of spare clothes amongst Hero’s things that didn’t look comfy at all and decided to grab a set of their own for them to wear. They led Hero to the bathroom and pointed out where everything was before leaving them to it.

“…Mentor,” Hero mumbled as Villain was about to shut the door. They looked back to see Hero facing away from them and towards the floor. “It was Mentor that- we had an argument and I…” Hero took a deep breath, and the weight on their shoulders seemed a little lighter. “I put myself first for once.”

Hero turned to Villain, a big grin on their tear-stained face.

“Felt good.”

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Kind Touch #4

Part 4 of kind touch as requested by @divia237, I hope you enjoy it!

First three parts on my masterlist.

If you’re looking for some deep character development or plot twists, this isn’t the place for you, but if you’re looking for some completely, (maybe slightly over the top) self indulgent fluff that will make you feel all warm and fuzzy, then you’ve come to the right place, because I was smiling like an idiot the entire time I was writing this.

The hero and villain got settled into bed fairly quickly, aside from the fact the villain was practically refusing to make eye contact with the hero after they had asked to sleep in the other’s bed again.

The only thing the hero was struggling with was not teasing the villain about how absolutely adorable they were. They were so sheepish and embarrassed, all because of such a simple, innocent thing! Whenever the hero would try and meet their eyes, they would blush slightly and look away, fidgeting with their hands. The hero had to bite their lip, though, because they didn’t want to dissuade the villain from asking again in the future.

Once the hero had climbed into bed, though, all they had to do was open their arms, and the villain quietly crawled in to cuddle up next to them, resting their head on the hero’s chest—no arguing or stubborn remarks. Within minutes, the villain was sound asleep at their side. The hero, however, was content merely laying there. They watched the villain snuggle in closer to them subconsciously in their sleep, even loosely holding onto the hero’s shirt with a hand that was resting on the other’s chest next to the villain’s head.

There was something so special about this, these select few moments in time where the villain was truly at peace. The hero knew they didn’t trust easily and certainly didn’t give themselves over any easier.

It was strange, seeing a villain like this. If you didn’t know them, they’d seem like any other normal person. They looked so harmless like this, wrapped in the hero’s arms. There was also this added specialness now that the villain had asked for this, instead of just being persuaded. The hero knew the villain was far from innocent, but right now, they looked the part.

Suddenly the villain tensed in their arms, curling in on themselves.

“Shhhh,” the hero soothed, running their fingers through the villain’s hair. What did villains have nightmares about anyway? As curious as the hero was, they weren’t going to push the other to talk about it. It made their heart ache though, knowing the villain had suffered from these nightmares almost every night since staying with the hero, and probably long before.

Playing with the villain’s hair worked the few times the hero had seen the nightmares happening, but it didn’t seem to be doing the trick for whatever they were dreaming about this time.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” the hero whispered when the villain flinched in their hold again.

Despite the hero’s efforts, the villain tensed again before suddenly jolting awake, gasping for breath as they rocketed upright, hand flying to their chest.

The hero sat up behind them, giving the villain a moment to reorient themselves before speaking, “Are you alright?” they asked softly. Despite their tone, the villain flinched at the noise, having not realized the hero was awake at all.

“Hey, you’re okay,” they tried.

“I’m fine,” The villain snapped in a sharp yet slightly breathless tone, twisting away from the hero further and curling in on themselves.

“Okay,” the hero replied softly, in a way meant to hopefully remind the villain they weren’t trying to fight.

They seemed to get the message, because the defensiveness in the villain’s shoulders deflated, though they kept their back to the hero.

“Excuse me for waking you up,” the villain said after a moment of silence.

“You didn’t; I wasn’t asleep yet,” the hero replied.

The villain turned to them in shock, scanning their face as if looking for a sign the hero was lying just to make them feel better. When they didn’t find one, however, a light blush dusted their cheeks, and they turned their head away again awkwardly at the realization the hero must have been watching them.

The hero saw the villain clench their fists where they rested in their lap.

“Are you sure you’re-”

“I should go sleep in my bed,” the villain interrupted, moving to get up, “so you can finally get some sleep and all,"

"No, wait! Please don’t!’ the hero replied in shock, a hand flying out to land the villain’s shoulder. The villain froze.

"I like having you in here,” the hero admitted, which caused the villain to look at them in shock, eyes wide.

“re-really?"

"Yeah, I do,” the hero replied earnestly, “and even if I didn’t, you asked to sleep in here earlier,” they reminded, causing the villain to blush and look down, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?"

The villain was shocked at just how pleading the hero sounded.

"I just- I shouldn’t get used to this,” the villain replied quietly, wringing their hands nervously, “I’ll probably be better in a week, two max,"

"Yeah, hopefully…” the hero replied in confusion. Wasn’t getting better a good thing? “What’s wrong with that?"

"No, that’s not- it’s just, I’m only staying here while I’m recovering or whatever, so,” The villain responded.

Suddenly, it clicked in the hero’s head.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” the hero replied, failing to keep their amusement out of their tone. The villain’s head snapped to look at them, and they were met with the hero’s fond yet teasing smirk.

Before the villain could reply, the hero lurched forward, wrapping their arms around the villain so they could fall back down onto the bed with them, carefully avoiding the villain’s wounds while they did. The villain was too shocked to fight back, only replying with a surprised squeak noise.

“You don’t have to leave once you’re better if you don’t want to,” The hero stated before the villain had a chance to say something first. The hero’s voice was so fond sounding; it made the villain’s heart pound in their chest.

“What?” the villain replied after the moment it took for their brain to catch up.

“You don’t have to go once you’re all healed up,” the hero replied, twirling a strand of the villain’s hair gently.

“I- well- I can’t just stay-"

"Of course you can silly, what did you think I was going to kick you out the second all your injuries were healed?” The hero asked in amusement.

“Well, no- but-"

"I was actually kinda hoping you’d stay if I’m honest,” the hero admitted in a quieter, softer tone.

Suddenly the villain pushed themselves up, just enough to see the hero’s face, “Really?"

"Mhm,"

"Why?” the villain asked, narrowing their eyes, “Why would you want me to stay?"

The hero gave them a lopsided smile, "What? You think villains are the only ones who enjoy having someone to cuddle with?” they joked, causing the villain to blush, “You’re quite nice to have around,” the hero went on to explain in a more serious tone, “I like talking with you, you always have something interesting to add, you’re so passionate about your interests, at least when you’re not trying to keep up that big bad persona of yours,” they teased before continuing, “Seriously, it’s going to feel so lonely without you around,"

The villain stared at them, completely dumbstruck as they struggled to process what they’d just heard.

"I-,” they shook their head, trying to get their thoughts straight, “really?” they asked in disbelief.

The hero laughed warmly, giving the villain a smile, “Yes, really,"

The villain just continued to stare.

"Come on,” the hero said, opening their arms as an invitation, “It’s late, we can talk about it more in the morning, but you don’t need to worry about it, okay?"

The villain bit their lip in contemplation before nodding and settling back down, readjusting themselves so they could rest their head on the hero’s chest again.

After a couple of minutes of silence, the villain finally spoke.

"Thank you…” they said quietly, so quietly the hero almost didn’t hear it.

Thank you. That was the first time the hero had ever heard the villain say it. The villain had never thanked them for anything, not that the hero required a thank you, but it was clearly something the villain didn’t just say on a whim.

The only response the villain got, and the last thing they remembered before the world went black again, was the feeling of a gentle kiss on the top of their head while a hand continued playing with their hair.

Next Part

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In Your Lap

Sharp nails kindly grazed Hero's thigh as they held as still as possible in Villain's lap. The way the ropes bounded their wrists behind their back made it unbearably uncomfortable, but the unexpected warmth of Villain forced Hero into accepting the solace.

Maybe if they had listened in more attentively, they could hear the sounds coming from outside the car and feel the turns as they gradually rode up to wherever Villain had planned to take them afterwards. From behind the blindfold, Hero's eyes had turned soft and heavy at the easy rhythm of the road, yet they fought to keep themselves from falling into Villain's trap so quickly.

If they hadn't let Villain take advantage of them during their fight, they wouldn't have been here in the first place. The worst that could happen had already passed, so it wasn't like they were in any danger.

Hero unconsciously rested their head onto Villain's chest, temporarily forgetful of their promise to themselves.

A low chuckle vibrated from them, "Getting comfortable, I see?"

They froze and took a second to quietly chastise themselves for being too predictable. "Shut up."

"Who knew you'd be so easily swayed? Or maybe you just enjoy being in the clutches of a villain?" They chuckled louder, and this time, Hero didn't take their chances and pushed themselves off.

Villain forced them back down firmly, just enough to allow Hero to hear the thumping of their heart. "Where are you going?"

Their cheeks grew warmer at the sensation of Villain's breath by their ear. "Let me off." They said, still struggling to keep awake.

Villain's grip remained firm to keep them in place. "You're telling me what to do?" they lightly nudged them, their hand squeezing slightly on their thigh as a helpful reminder of their roles. "You're my prisoner, Hero. Remember that."

"I'm not, and you better let me go." They whispered sharply, still faltering against the currents of the undeniable attraction that pulled them closer to Villain.

"Why? You know you're enjoying this as much as I do."

Their blush darkened, "No, I'm not." Again, they tried to slip out of their grasp. Hero could hardly concentrate on their breathing; they had been warned previously about the challenges of facing Villain, and perhaps Villain's real powers lay in their charms and smooth talking. What would everyone say if Hero had been snuggling so closely with their sworn enemy? Then what?

As if reading their mind, Villain leaned in closely, "Don't worry, love. I'm not going to tell anyone about our little secret." A hand ran idly by the strands of their hair; they shivered instinctively. Hero knew that if it weren't for this blindfold, they would see that classic evil grin from Villain as they would savour their win against them. For now, Hero thought, they would have to play along nicely until their escape.

~~~ MASTERLIST

pendarling

Entanglement

Villain pushed out of their hiding space, somewhere stuck between the crates and walls. They’d just finish escaping from an attack that happened in the middle of the night just outside their lair. A group from the Hero Association and several other members from their team had fought heavily.

Of course, villains will always be villains and whoever was left behind was as good as dead.

Villain’s eyes scoured the dark, they were in some quieter part of the city, smoke and debris still falling lightly in the air from the aftermath. Bright red and blue lights flickering from the distance.

“Damn shitty heroes.” They moved their aching shoulder around, one of those brats had landed a solid blow on them.

“Good evening.” They heard a voice call. Villain whipped their head around to see Hero softly landed on their feet. That cursed faint smile tainting their lips again.

They took a few steps back, honestly they were shocked. They could’ve sworn everyone had left. Villain grabbed the handle of their blade hidden behind their pocket. “I’m assuming your not just out here for a pleasant walk.”

Hero smiled at them sweetly with a shrug. “I had a feeling that there could be a few left.”

Their fist tightened around the handle of the blade and with one swift motion they threw it towards them. The hero caught it equally as fast.

Villain decided to make a run for it into the large lot full of metal scraps. Their best chance right now to not get arrested was to run. Any engagement with the enemy would surely result in their demise. Villain heard the loud clacks of Hero’s footsteps following them closely behind.

Villain never had strength or stamina for this type of exercise but complaining was not an option anymore. With a racing heart and burning legs they struggled to maneuver around the wooden planks and other obstacles.

“Not so fast!” Hero called.

They felt a small twist of wire crawl up their ankles and wrap around their entire body, forcing them to crash down hard on their back. “Fuck!” They struggled to free themselves as the wire had hugged their arms to their sides.

“Kind of a cowardly move, don’t you think?” Hero walked idly closer to them.

They felt their blood boil, but desperate to quickly put them in their place. Villain searched for a snappy answer, they’ve never really done banter before. However, they managed to throw on a smirk. “F-for… For a… cheap shot? Yeah.” Villain stared down at their nemesis prowling closer.

“Why’re you stuttering? Are you scared?”

“Yeah right!” In truth, they were. But they couldn’t let that slip, Villain wasn’t born with any powers unlike Hero. They’d just assume that they could get by using their weapons and brains which would’ve been true if they also had the physical strength to escape from flimsy takedowns like this.

Hero kneeled down next to them, the sound of the cuffs clicking open. “Well, it’s a shame.” They pulled out their hands from between the binds of the rope and forced the cuffs around them. “I had…” the hero trailed off and looked at them with a slight tilt.

“W…what? What is it??” Villain could feel themselves panicking again. But Hero didn’t answer, instead they grabbed their chin and tilted it to each side.

“Hmm.” Their eyes examined them closely again and Villain watched with an uneasy breath as Hero came closer to their face. “You look a lot cuter up close.”

Villain took a gulp of air and widened their eyes a blush forming across their face as soon as they realized their comment. “…what?” Villain tried to tame their heart pounding in their chest. This shouldn’t be what made them grow soft immediately. But the rarity of being noticed was definitely painful at times.

Hero cocked an eyebrow up realizing how brightly Villain’s face glowed. Their eyes traced around their lips, “How adorable… look at you~” they cooed, a hand pushed back a few strands of Villain’s hair to expose more of their bright red face. “Already so excited this much?”

Villain eyes darted away from Hero, they we’re definitely trying to make a fool out of them. This level of taunting was not something they signed up for.

“F-fuck off!” They shook their head to pull their hand off.

“Relax… I’m not going to hurt you.” Hero moved back from them again and this time Villain found themselves missing their presence already. The Hero stood up and gazed at the distant lights. “Those cops will come around to scour the area any second now.“

“You asshole! You’re just gonna leave me here?!”

“Well… I know I would’ve taken you home if I could but…” Hero have a wink without an answer, leaving them tied up on the ground.

It took a moment for Villain to settle themselves. They couldn’t believe they were mocked like that. So with a chest full of air they shouted to the sky— “Stupid stupid shitty heroes!!”

~~~

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