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[discordanddewdrops]

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Chapter 3 is up! Here's a little excerpt:

[revrevrew-personal]

This is literally so good

[marshmellowtea]

he's beautiful i literally need to put him under extreme psychological stress. i need to put him in extreme physical pain. i need him curling up in someone's arms for the feelings of safety and comfort he hasn't received in ages

[revrevrew-personal]

See Heaven Officials Blessing 👀

[bbybluemochi]

[oc] 80s rock inspired oc 🎸🤘

[revrevrew-personal]

Currently wondering if I want to be her or be with her?

[mimimar]

the woman who holds the moon

prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.

[revrevrew-personal]

obsessed with this

[nohoperadio]

A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.

[epiclamer-deactivated20241016]

THE WORLD I LOVE, THE TEARS I DROP TO BE PART OF THE WAVE, CAN’T STOP.

They were trying to be quiet—they really were—but the sound of their heartbeat pulsing against their eardrums was deafening and they couldn’t keep their focus. It was only one small slip up and the next thing they knew they were flying head first down a flight of stairs.

The crash was so loud Civilian was convinced even the villain’s neighbours heard their tumble. And if it was loud for the villain’s neighbours, it was even louder for the villain themselves.

A hand landed on each of the civilian’s shoulders, hauling them up, spinning them around, and slamming them into the wall. When their dizziness subsided, the breath was knocked from their lungs once more at the sight of Villain’s all-too-friendly smile right before their eyes.

“Well, it’s about time I caught you, pretty. You’ve been sneaking around my base unpunished for far too long.”

Civilian’s tongue turned dry, they were never supposed to get caught. One heaving breath later and they were part way through a plea and a choked sob when the villain switched their hands, both of them coming to grab Civilian by the throat; effectively shutting them up.

“God, you’re going to break so prettily.” The criminal smiled and cocked their head, eyes boring into the other’s skin. “Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. What’s your name, darling?”

Civilian nearly collapsed in fear, knees just about ready to give out if it weren’t for the villain’s hold pinning them to the wall. “H-Hero—” They gasped out, prying at the fingers locked around their neck.

The villain looked them up and down quizzically, as if they were trying to solve a puzzle that wasn’t quite adding up in their own head. “Funny. I didn’t peg Superhero as the kind of person to hire scaredy cats.”

“V-Villain, please—”

“Begging already? Our fun hasn’t even started. What a shame it is that Superhero can’t see you now…” Villain’s chokehold tightened, Civilian’s nails dug through their suit and into the other’s hands. It was a last ditch effort to keep air and blood circulating through their body.

The criminal’s grin widened at their increasing desperation, the way they scrambled, and the way their eyes pleaded silently for mercy. It truly never got old.

“Let’s get a good look at my latest victim, shall we? The newest face to be plastered across the newspapers.”

Before Civilian could register what was happening, their mask was ripped free from their suit, revealing their raspberry red face to the enemy. They spluttered, a little more air coming through now that the mask wasn’t blocking any extra intake, and made somewhat of a whine as they looked into the villain’s… shocked gaze?

No, they had to be mistaken.

The villain dropped them. Not bothering to budge when the wheezing civilian collapsed at their feet, struggling with every burning breath they could swallow.

When they had quieted down, Villain lowered themselves to a crouch, tangling one hand in Civilian’s hair and pulling their head up. The villain analyzed their face, the tear tracks running down their cheeks, their quivering lip and half-lidded eyes.

“You’re that pesky reporter. The one who always somehow gets the insider scoop on me. You’re not a hero.” Civilian winced, Superhero was going to kill them for being found out.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They rasped, throat still on fire from their previous strangling.

“No, no, don’t try to fool me.” Villain scoffed, clearly insulted. “You’re the reporter who works for the Daily News Downtown. You’re always up in my business and now suddenly you wear a costume too? Dancing around pretending to be a hero? What’s going on? Who has you in this get-up?”

A lump caught in their throat, Civilian wasn’t about to just give everything up were they? Spew all of the details about Superhero and their threats? They couldn’t. Their family, friends, and career all depended on them getting this information back to Superhero.

Villain’s expression morphed in return to Civilian’s silence. “If you’d like to take a moment and think on it, I have a very beautiful cellar that could use a little company.” All at once, ratting out Superhero didn’t seem like such a bad option after all.

[revrevrew-personal]

It truly never got old.

This is so good!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

"What's up, Supes?"

The hero froze. The file was basically glued to their hand. They looked up, only to find the villain lean against the doorway. They wiggled with their eyebrows, a smug grin on their face and admittedly, the hero had to swallow.

"Hi."

"Whatcha up to?"

"Just, you know...cleaning."

"Cleaning?"

"Yup."

The villain shook their head and clicked with their tongue, clearly not buying any of the hero's lies. It had been a perfect plan. Up until now. The hero cursed under their breath.

"How long has it been? Three months?" the villain asked. They pushed themselves off the doorframe and approached the hero with slow, careful steps.

"Three and a half, if you want to be nitpicky," the hero said. They didn't know what to do with the file in their hands, let alone with themselves.

"Mhmm. So, we haven't seen each other in three and a half months and now you're at my party. In my office. Cleaning."

"You got it." The hero made very awkward finger guns and winked, as if that could come close to saving them.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you?" the villain asked. They laughed softly. "That I wouldn't recognise you?"

The hero shrugged lazily. They were so fucked.

"Ahh, come on. It's not like you weren't hoping for this to happen, huh?" They leaned over the table, one hand on it, the other hiding the file behind their back. "Isn't destiny such a funny little thing?"

"Well, I was hoping to see you again. I didn't want you to steal from me, though." The villain stopped at the other side of the table and leaned forward, almost like the hero. "The file, Supes."

"I don't really like that nickname."

"Superhero. Supes. You'll manage." The villain offered their hand, expecting the hero to give them the file. "I can also call you Darling if you want me to."

Suddenly, the hero's nervousness turned into embarrassment.

"I was on sabbatical."

"Bullshit."

"I was busy...missing you?" the hero tried and at least that worked a little. The villain crossed their arms in front of their chest, raising an eyebrow.

"Go on."

"Oh, you know, I was really busy with superhero stuff. Saving people, arresting villains...and all of that just made me think of you and well, here I am!" They smiled brightly to make an attempt to trick the villain but both of them knew it was a rather sad try. "Surprise!"

"You're adorable." The villain walked around the table and the hero didn't dare to move. "Just tell me you were busy with...I don't know, a certain project I am not supposed to know about?"

Uh-oh.

"Whaat? You're crazy."

"A certain mission?"

The hero panicked. No one was supposed to know about this, least of all the villain. So, there wasn't exactly a solution except for impulsive decisions. The hero didn't always perform perfectly under pressure. Without really thinking, they grabbed the villain and kissed them hard. As a response, the villain hummed quietly. Caught off guard but definitely satisfied. The hero found it quite adorable.

They didn't really know what they were doing. The last time they had kissed anyone was for some publicity a few months ago. But this was different. They could feel their heart rage in their chest, as if they were going to explode any second now. Although they were quite experienced, they couldn't remember this ever happening.

Surprisingly, the villain not only kissed them back, but also pulled them a little closer.

For a moment, the hero lost themselves in the intimacy but then, they pulled out the handcuffs. With a click, they cuffed the villain to their own computer.

"You're evil," the villain whispered against their lips. The hero's hands were shaking. They had never kissed anyone like this. It had never felt like this before. They didn't want to think about the implications.

"I'm your Supes," the hero said. With the villain cuffed, they felt a little more confident. "Don't steal files just because you want to see me."

"Says you."

"This is really important and you should not put your nose into someone else's business."

"Again, rich coming from you," the villain said. They scrunched their nose. "Let me guess, this is too dangerous?"

"Exactly," the hero whispered. "I'll...I'll see you once this is all over."

They took one last look at the villain before they walked out of the office.

[revrevrew-personal]

That bastard Hero! Leading our precious Villain on. Tsk tsk.

More please!

[writemeagoodprompt]

The hero stared down at the villain, who was surrounded in a pool of their own blood. There were cheers coming from their fellow allies, but their heart twinged with regret.

They crouched down, gently picking them up.

 “Hey, it’s over.” They said, voice quivering with fear. “Y-you can wake up now.”

They gazed into the villain’s dull eyes, and felt for a pulse. “Wake up.” They repeated, growing more desperate.

The happiness of the villain’s defeat died down, as the hero’s allies saw them holding them close.

“Wake up, dammit!” Tears started to slide down their face. “How am I supposed to save the world if you’re not there to stop me?!”

[thememedaddy]

[revrevrew-personal]

THIS

One time (very very long ago) on a school bus some mouthy 7th grader was talking to me (a clearly superior 8th grader lmao) and we were doing our bestest to talk in Spanish and she says 'No habla espanol' and I'm all like 'haha your so close; it's "hablo" because your talking about yourself.'

And she and her other mouthy 7th grader friend strated shaming me? for assuming her gender????? It was the crazyest shiz I think I have seen in my life XD

[villainousauthor]

heyyyy love ur writing (SO IMMERSIVE IDK)

can u do a snippet where the villain likes to lie a lot (but in a joking way. Maybe sometimes not. UP TO YOU) x a hero who can tell when the villain is lying

"Okay. I'm sick of this. How can you tell?" Villain demands, stopping mid fight. They hold Hero in place, not giving them an inch of leeway.

Hero's smug smile is so infuriating, they can feel their heart beating faster at the sight.

"What ever do you mean, enemy o' mine?" Hero spoke in a sing-song voice, still grinning. They don't fight Villain's hold, perfectly content at annoying them currently.

"How can you tell when I lie. You always seem to know, you're always calling my bluffs." They say, trying to keep their stern tone. "I know your power isn't lie detection. It's telekinesis... unless you have multiple powers?" Villain muses, like they haven't considered this possibility yet.

Hero laughs lightly. "I'm sorry, am I supposed to believe you when you threaten to blow up a bridge or kidnap the mayor?"

"Sometimes I'm being serious. You always seem to know when I'm telling the truth or not." Villain responds in a huff. Their grip on Hero tightens ever so slightly, but they don't seem to mind. "Tell me how."

"That's some pretty useful information you're demanding. Why should I tell you? It's nice being able to call you out on your lies." Their voice is lighthearted, but Villain knows Hero won't give them what they want without something in exchange.

Groaning, Villain bites. "Alright, alright. I'll leave the city and all civilians thereof alone for... two days. 48 hours of me not kidnapping, killing, maiming, or destroying."

Hero hums as they consider this offer. "Make it a week." They insist after a minute of deliberation.

"Fine," Villain snaps, not particularly happy but relenting, "I'll be on my best behavior for a whole week. Now tell me."

Villain's grip on Hero eases up as they sit up, steadying themselves. "Your nose scrunches up when you lie. You also get this adorable crease between your brows." Hero speaks, a thumb going to brush up against their forehead softly. Villain doesn't move away but instead frowns in response.

"That's it?" They ask, disbelieving they have such obvious tells.

"Also you clench your hands. Like you can't keep your fingers still." Hero adds, voice still airy and teasing. "If it makes you feel better, I don't think anyone else has figured this out."

Villain backs away now, putting some distance between the both of them, as they feel the beginnings of heat rising to their face at this.

"God, I hate you so much." They say through gritted teeth.

Not returning their irritated or embarrassment tone, Hero smiles, stepping back into their personal space yet again. They lean in close, grabbing them by the chin.

"Your nose is all scrunched up again, liar."

[revrevrew-personal]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[heytatertot]

@nathanwpyle

I literally love this.

I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.

No joke.

[meg-moira]

This has the same energy as a writer desperately trying to make their insanely cool but devastatingly off the wall plot point work with the rest of the story

[villainousauthor]

Would you plss write something where a villain and hero realize they're soulmates? Thank you<333

Hero grunted in pain as they clutched their abdomen and tried to catch their breath. Their head swam, and their vision blurred as they attempted to gain their bearings. One second, they were in a massive fight against several villains. The next, they found themselves being pushed back through a portal. Supervillain was likely to blame for that, with his ability to warp people anywhere in the world.

Hopefully, their communicator wasn't broken in battle, so they'll be able to send their location to their team. If they could even find it.

They try to stand, and immediately, their vision starts to darken around the edges and their head throbs. With a hiss they fall back to the ground.

"Careful, you probably have a concussion."

Hero cranes their neck to see Villain a few feet away, remarkably less injured and approaching. They don't have any weapons drawn, but still, hero feels their heart lurch.

They open their mouth, trying to speak. "I didn't see you go through the portal.. " Even their voice is laced with pain.

Villain is closer now and stops a few feet away, kneeling so they're at eye level. They seem to be assessing Hero's current state. Probably to see if they can easily finish them off, Hero assumes.

"I came in after you." Villain says nonchalantly, like this is the most obvious thing in the world. They eye the blood currently dripping down Hero's head, and the large gash in their arm.

Hero snort, and their chests aches in protest. "Why, to finish the job? Make sure I don't come back?"

Standing up and getting closer, Villain rolls their eyes.

"No, idiot. One day, if you die, it's not going to be at Supervillain's hands. Or because you bled out in-" Villain looks around at the tall trees, the lack of buildings or signs of civilization. "- the middle of the...pacific northwest? I don't even know where we are." They finish, unsure.

Hero tries to sit up as Villain kneels down again, closer this time. "I don't know either. I lost all my tech, I don't even have a way of contacting my team."

"Lucky for you, my stuff faired much better." Villain says smugly, and Hero wishes they could knock the look off their face. "I'll send my location to my henchmen, and they'll come to get us."

Villain reaches out for their arm, and Hero immediately finds themselves flinching away. Villain's lips press into a thin line.

"I'm not going to kill you, like I said. Unless you want to bleed out before someone arrives, you should let me treat your wounds." Villain's voice is firm as they pull a small first aid kid off their utility belt.

"I'm not going to bled out, it's not that bad." Hero tries to keep a defiant edge to their voice. For all they know, Villain will kill them, probably inject them with some poison or something just to make it easy.

"How bad did you hit your head? Are you blind suddenly? Because it looks pretty damn bad." Villain opens the small kit, showing Hero the contents. "Look, normal first aid crap." Their brows are furrowed, frustrated by Hero's reluctance.

Finally, after several tense seconds, Hero relents. They nod and slump their shoulders, as Villain moves closer now.

"The amount of trust issues you have is ridiculous..." They grumble under their breath as they slowly pull the damaged and blood-soaked sleeve of Hero's uniform back. They get a good look at the deep and long cut. Their frown deepens.

Pulling off their dirty gloves, Villain speaks again as they reach for something else.

"I'm going to have to clean this before I dress it. You might need sutures, though." Grabbing alcohol wipes, they use one hand to hold Hero's arm steady, grabbing their forearm.

Hero immediately hisses and jumps back, wrenching their arm from Villain's grasp.

"Jesus christ! Cleaning it shouldn't hurt that much!" Hero exclaims, even more tense. "What did you do, burn me?" They demand, but then they see Villain's expression. Their eyes are focused on Hero's arm, and their face looks cloudy and unreadable. They don't respond to what Hero said, like they didn't register it.

Hero looks down at their arm, and their eyes widen when they see it. Right on their arm, below the wound is a handprint. A completely different shade than Hero's skin tone, it stands out. A soulmark. Right where Villain grabbed them.

"Oh..." Is all Hero can manage to say in this moment. Villain seems to snap out of their trance and reaches for Hero's arm quickly, wrapping their hand back around where the mark is. It fits perfectly.

"This is...this really...this wasn't here before, right?" Villain asks, even though they saw Hero's completely blank and markless skin moments before. They unknowingly tighten their hold, and Hero yelps, their arm still in pain.

Pulling their hand back like they were burned, Villain finally meets Hero's eyes. "You're..." Villain trails off, shaking their head. They look away, palm to their forehead like they're trying to process this.

Hero feels like the forest floor will open up any minute and swallow them whole. If it weren't for their probable concussion, they're sure they would be taking this a lot harder. It feels like there's a charge around them now, an electrical current, live and dangerous between them.

Finally, Villain swallows and talks. "Let me just...let me just treat your wounds, and we can talk about this later." They manage.

Hero just nods as Villain returns to their first aid kit, ignoring the spark and air of tension now between them.

[revrevrew-personal]

Part two? Great writing as always, such a good story teller <3

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Writing Snippet #14

[Sequences of flashing lights may not be suitable for photosensitive viewers]

Civilian woke with a start, the hairs on her arms standing on end.

Something was wrong.

The curtains were closed. That was the first thing she noticed.

Civilian never closed the curtains. Waking up in the morning required the full force of the sun.

She fought to keep her breathing even as she regarded the room through slitted eyes.

“There’s no point pretending you’re still asleep.” The voice was rich, smooth, and utterly terrifying.

Her heart pounded. What kind of robber announced their presence?

Civilian opened her eyes fully, diving for the nightstand. She yanked open the top drawer.

It was empty.

She whirled around as a malicious chuckle sent shivers down her spine.

A shadow detached itself from the corner near the door, slowly spinning a glinting silver barrel on two fingers.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t check the room for weapons?”

How long had he been in her room...

The spinning stopped, and she heard the distinct clink clink of bullets hitting the wood floor as the light above the bed began to flicker.

The figure stepped forward, tossing her gun and the now empty clip on the bed between them. She caught a glimpse of his face as the light continued to flicker on and off.

For a moment her fear receded.

“Hero.”

No need to be afraid of the city’s golden boy.

Then logic kicked in. It was 2 a.m. according to the alarm clock on her nightstand. What was he doing here?

“Hero?”

He smiled, white teeth glinting in the flashing light. “So you know who I am. Good. That will make this much easier.”

Make what easier??

He took a step towards her, and Civilian retreated until her back hit the window.

“What do you want?”

“You run a shooting range with your father on 34th Street.”

The lights flickered out and when they came back on, he was standing even closer, eyes gleaming with an unnatural glow.

She flinched back. “All- all our permits are in order.”

“Yes.” The word was slow, disapproving.

He reached underneath his cape, and Civilian stopped breathing. She pressed back further, the cold of the glass seeping through the thin curtains.

Hero pulled his hand free, and she flinched, expecting a weapon of some sort, but in his hand was a stack of photos?

He extended the photos towards her. When she made no move to retrieve them, he waved them impatiently. Reluctantly, she inched forward, but when she snatched the photos from his hand, a shock ran up her arm and she jumped back, the photos spilling across the floor.

Her arm throbbed, like when she’d hit her elbow against the counter yesterday, only ten times worse.

She glared accusingly at Hero as she rubbed at her arm. He smirked, then pointed to the photos on the ground.

She glanced down, squinting in the still-flickering light. It was starting to give her a headache. Flick. A picture of her behind the counter at the shooting range talking to a customer. Flick. A picture of her in the aisle, debating brands ...with the same customer. Flick. A picture of just the customer, pulling into the parking lot. Flick. The customer standing in a lane, aiming for a target.

Why that customer? He was a regular, came at least once a week. Was always polite. Friendly. She always enjoyed their brief interactions, enjoyed making him smile wide enough that his dimples showed…

She looked closer at the photos. The angles of the photos were eerily familiar, and Civilian sucked in a breath as she realized why.

“You hacked our security cameras.”

Hero raised an eyebrow as he gestured to the lights, which promptly went haywire, flashing so quickly she covered her eyes against the onslaught.

“Stop! I get it! It’s not that hard!” It should have been. She paid through the nose for their high-end security system.

The lights went out completely, and Civilian couldn’t see.

“You want me to stop?”

Hero’s voice came from much too close, and she scrambled backwards, slamming into the window.

“With the flickering lights?” she gasped. “Yes.”

The air crackled with electricity, and her breathing hitched. This was much worse than flickering lights, and Hero knew it.

Her eyes were still filled with flashing orbs of light, and her breathing intensified as she whipped her head from side to side, blind and vulnerable.

Muffled crunching marked Hero’s movements as he stepped across the photos on the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the crunching stopped, meaning he was across the photos, meaning...

“Boo!”

She reared back, head slamming into the glass. He laughed, his hands settling on the glass either side of her, caging her in. Currents flowed around her, prickling her skin but not quite strong enough to hurt.

“What do you want?” The words were barely audible.

Her vision was finally clearing, which was worse because now she could see Hero’s face, his twisted sneer both illuminated and shadowed by the unnatural glow surrounding him.

Hero leaned in. “What do I want?” He smiled, with much too many teeth. “I want you to seduce Supervillain.”

Civilian blinked. What did Supervillain have to do with literally anything?

“I—sorry—what?”

“You. Are going to seduce. Supervillain.” His voice was sharp as a knife’s edge, but she still didn’t understand...

“Uh… um but I don’t even know hi—“

Hero slammed his hands against the window, the curtains only slightly muffling the sound.

“THAT’S HIM!”

He gestured angrily to the pictures on the floor.

Oh.

Oh.

Civilian looked down at the scattered images. Tried to reconcile the messy black hair and timid smile with the vicious Supervillain who turned shadows into living nightmares.

“Yes.” Hero snarled, glowing even more fiercely now. “That’s Supervillain. Every week he drives out of his way to come to your establishment. Why would he bother with guns when his shadows can kill more effectively than any bullet?”

His face was mere inches from hers now, and eyed her knowingly. “He likes you.”

He did?

“And you are going to get close to him, discover his weaknesses, find out exactly how to defeat him.”

No.

That was what she wanted to say.

Whether it was a shy but charming civilian or a deadly supervillain, she wasn’t going to seduce anybody for Hero. As if she even knew how.

But Hero was glaring out of her, and if he could shoot lightning bolts out of his eyes, it would probably look about the same as his expression right now.

And she had no desire to be electrocuted again tonight.

“I—me—am going to fake-date that man—” she pointed to the photos, “—who is really Supervillain?”

“Yes.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but his hands came down on her arms before he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “And in case you are thinking of saying no…”

Volts of power rushed through his hands into her, and she crumpled to the ground, gasping in pain. He grinned down at her. “... refusal would be unwise.”

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. But he apparently took her silence for agreement and turned, kicking the photos out of his way.

He paused at the door.

“Remember, Civilian, it’s for the greater good.”

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Shoutout to my youngest sister for insisting the supervillain have shadow powers (has she been watching too much S&B? Probably? CAN you watch too much S&B? Definitely not.)

Shoutout to my brother-in-law for vetoing literally every superpower I could think of bc they were “not creepy enough.”

Shoutout to @im-a-wonderling for the beta read/hero creepy-electric-superpower suggestion.

🥰🥰🥰 you guys are the best!

[revrevrew-personal]

damn still so freaking good

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Out of the Frying Pan

You can read this as a stand alone but be it known: there is an incomplete backstory to this posted called ‘Sidekick ‘Clued In’’ I do plan on completing the back story and then moving forward with the plot. The story is far from finished.

Sidekick, blindfolded, struggled against unknown assailants as they were pulled out of the trunk of a car. Merciless fingers, impervious to their struggles, dug into their biceps.This isn’t working. Desperately, Sidekick stopped struggling, turning into dead weight. The attackers swore as Sidekick’s face met gravel. 

Sidekick tried rubbing the blindfold off, but the henchmen yanked them back upright. They were half-dragged, half-pushed into what sounded like a building. Sidekick’s stomach turned when their progression halted. They tried to pull themselves upright. The same forceful hands pushed them back down, banging their knees. That would leave a mark. The blindfold abruptly ripped from their face, bright sun piercing their eyes. 

“Right on time. Throw them in the tank.” The Villain was sitting off to their left, barely glancing in Sidekick’s direction. The dismissive tone of their words stung, reminding Sidekick there was no glory in their current position. The Hero, The Villain, even the adoring crowds rarely acknowledged their contributions. Sidekick was sick of it. It didn’t matter that Sidekick was almost a full-fledged hero themselves.

The henchmen’s fingers dug into Sidekicks armpits as they sought leverage to once again haul Sidekick a few inches off their knees. Sidekick struggled more frantically when they saw ‘the tank.’ It was approximately eight feet tall with a square four foot base. The walls were made of plexiglass–all the better to watch them drown. 

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[patchworkorphan]

Heroic Betrayal: part six

They walked in a tense silence that made Hero squirm. The two of them were always chatting, or having banter back and forth. When they fell into a silence it was an easy one that never felt awkward or uncomfortable. Now, with Flynn marching Hero up a set of stairs, it felt as if they were two strangers. As if Flynn was actually a Villain.

He is, a voice sniped in the back of Hero’s mind. Flynn is a villain. The lie was his Hero façade.

Hero kept their guard up as they stepped through the door at the top of the stairs. Hero expected to be greeted with the view of a warehouse, or some top secret villain base. Maybe something from the movies, or an equal to the Hero tower HQ.

Instead, their gaze found a house. Hero frowned, wanting to turn their head and comment on it to Flynn but they didn’t. They refused. Flynn didn’t deserve their comments or thoughts on anything anymore.

“Through here,” said Flynn, pulling Hero to the right. Hero caught only a glance of the framed pictures hanging on the wall, of Flynn and Villain as children and a man and woman smiling in the picture above them. Hero swallowed.

Were they in Flynn’s childhood home this entire time?

It’s not what Hero expected at all. It was clean, almost pristinely so with wooden oak floors and a warm, homely feel to it. Clean and yet lived in.

Hero closed their lips, and just let Flynn guide them through another door into a dining room. Hero’s brows raised to the ceiling, looking at Flynn in question before they could help it.

Flynn curled his top lip inward, his tell for when he was embarrassed. “Supervillain insisted,” he said by way of explanation and brought Hero to the end of the table. It sat six people, two chairs on each end and two on both sides.

Flynn pulled out Hero’s chair and quirked his lips at them. “Can I trust you not to do something stupid?”

“You can always stop me if I do,” Hero replied sweetly, sugared smile not quite meeting their eyes.

Flynn’s smile was cold in return. “I can. Or Villain, whichever is quicker.”

Hero felt that cruel pang of betrayal bloom in their heart like a rose’s thorns wrapped thick around it. Hero didn’t reply to that, they just sat down on the chair lifting their handcuffed hands onto the wooden table and let Flynn push in their chair.

Flynn sat beside them, on their right. Hero could have laughed at the horribleness of it all. Flynn sat on Hero’s right because after endless sparring they had both realised it was Hero’s weaker hand. If Hero was going to do something stupid, going for their right hand side would be easier to subdue than their left.

How had they not seen the warning signs? How had they not realised that Flynn was working against them this entire time?

Hero trusted them. They thought if the world ever went to shit, or turned against them, Hero could turn to Flynn and still find a home in him.

Now all their trust was twisted against them mercilessly, and Flynn was a stranger who could smile at them with a bloodied face — and possibly broken nose — and threaten to have the person who broke it hurt them more.

Hero heard movement and voices behind the two doors in front of them, different than the door that Flynn and Hero entered the room through. There was a lively bustling of movement and then a man in his late thirties, early forties walked through the doors with a wide friendly smile holding two plates of something.

He had wavy brown hair, slightly overgrown around the edges, some strands tucked behind his ears Hero noticed. His eyes were sea-coloured, somewhere between green and blue, but shining with a happiness that Hero didn’t expect of Supervillain.

Then it hit Hero that they were staring at Supervillain. The Supervillain! Hero’s nemesis, their foe— the man who was always one step ahead of Hero. Hero glanced at Flynn, almost mutinously before Supervillain drew Hero’s attention back to them.

Supervillain set a plate of food in front of Hero with a big smile, then walked around Hero and placed one in front of Flynn. It was what looked like roast chicken and green beans and roast potatoes. Hero stared down at it, their mouth watering slightly and a gnawing yearning in their gut for food.

How long had they been here? Overnight at least because it was day time at the moment. Hero looked at Flynn. Flynn glanced at Hero then to Hero’s plate and dragged it over to him.

“Hey—”

“Relax, I’m just cutting up your chicken. You’re not getting a knife.”

Hero waited, watching Flynn cut up the food. Then they sat back against their chair, eyes going to the doors to see Supervillain was gone. Flynn pushed Hero’s plate back in front of them. Then Supervillain came through again followed closely by Villain, a shadow like fist holding something that was dropped in front of Hero. It smacked against the table lightly with a bounce and Hero realised it was a plastic fork.

Everyone else had proper utensils.

Hero waited until Supervillain and Villain sat down before speaking. “If you think I’m eating this, you’re dumber than I thought.”

Supervillain’s smile didn’t dim. “As you like it, Hero. Though, if I drugged you with the chicken or the vegetables I would have drugged us all.”

Hero didn’t move to grab the fork, no matter how much their stomach wanted them to. Flynn grabbed Hero’s plate, “we can swap if you like.”

Hero’s head snapped to him. “And how do I know this wasn’t all some planned ploy?”

“You don’t,” said Flynn honestly, meeting Hero’s gaze earnestly. Hero had to look away before they cried. Stupid fucking Flynn.

“If I may,” said Supervillain, his voice smooth and steady, drawing Hero’s gaze. “If I wanted to starve you, I wouldn’t have plated you up a meal. I would have handcuffed you to the chair and let you smell the food and watch us eat.”

Hero swallowed, gaze hardening into a glare as Supervillain tilted his head and shrugged lightly. “However, if you don’t want to eat I won’t force you.”

Hero sat back stubbornly, eyes not leaving Supervillain as he tucked into his divine smelling meal.

“Flynn said you wanted to talk to me.”

“I do,” Supervillain replied. “As soon as we have eaten. It’s bad for the stomach to mix work and pleasure.”

Hero blinked at him, then stared back at their plate. The steam was still rising from it, begging for Hero to eat it. Hero swallowed again, finally reaching for the fork that was discarded in front of their plate.

Nobody at the table made any remarks as Hero took their first bite of chicken. They didn’t even feel eyes on them as they ate, and with every bite the possibility of the food being drugged became less and less important as they filled the hole in their stomach.

All too soon their plate was empty and Hero set their fork back on the plate, sitting back in their seat, satisfied. Supervillain smiled at them from across the table.

“Well?”

Hero swallowed. “Really good.”

Supervillain’s smile beamed at them. “Good. Flynn, would you and Villain mind cleaning up?”

Flynn’s eyes went between Hero and Supervillain, and he opened his mouth to protest, but Supervillain looked at him. It stifled the words in his throat and he nodded and gathered his and Hero’s plate. “Sure.”

Villain did the same with their and Supervillain’s plate. “Thank you. We shouldn’t be long.”

Flynn cast one last look over his shoulder at Hero, eyebrows drawing together in a frown. Then the double doors shut on both of them and it was just Hero and Supervillain alone.

Hero’s chest got tighter at the realisation. How many times had they longed to get to sit down with Supervillain and pick his brain on his strategies and plans? How long had they wanted to know his motivations behind it all? What the bigger picture was…

Now, Hero wanted to be anywhere but here.

Supervillain leaned forward, elbows resting on the table hands folded in front of him. “Flynn tells me you’re a fan of mine.”

Hero scoffed and looked away. “I’d hardly call myself a fan.”

“Of course,” he replied pleasantly. “A hero would never admire a villain after all.”

“That’s in the job description.”

“Tell me, did you ever admire Flynn?”

Hero’s eyes snapped back to Supervillain. His smile was less pleasant now, more shrewd. Intelligent, inquisitive, intimidating— his eyes narrowed in curiosity, the corners of his lips still quirked into a smile.

“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it? He was always a Villain.”

“Yes. However, that is not what I asked you.” Hero swallowed in reply. “Did you ever admire Flynn?”

“Yes,” said Hero patiently. They couldn’t lose their cool now, they had to match Supervillain’s relaxed demeanour. “He was my partner. Obviously I admired him.”

Supervillain let out a breath. “Tut, tut, Hero. He’s a villain. How can a Hero ever admire a Villain?”

“If you want to get into some philosophical debate I’d rather Villain bash my nose against the bars of my cell again.”

Supervillain’s lips pursed. “If you like.”

The words ran like cold water down Hero’s spine. “However,” he continued, “I’d rather pick your brain before Villain rips it from your skull.”

Hero swallowed the lump that was rising in their throat. How can he be so nonchalant about telling Hero that he had no reservations about Villain killing them? It isn’t anything like Hero thought he would be.

“You wouldn’t let them,” said Hero licking their lips, making an effort not to make a face at the taste of salt and iron of dried blood dancing along their tastebuds.

Supervillain’s smile was pleasant. “No?”

“No,” Hero echoed then swallowed. “Even if you did let Villain hurt me or torture me, or whatever, you wouldn’t let them kill me. You’d rather draw it out slowly.”

Supervillain raised his hands, elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers, resting his chin on them as he stared at Hero. His sea green eyes looked stormy now, the twisting murky colour piercing through Hero’s soul. His smile was anything but friendly now.

Now, he looked like Supervillain, like Hero expected him to be. Confident, perspicacious, formidable. This was the opponent Hero had been playing alongside across the city for months now. Hero noticed their heart beating faster in their chest.

“And you say you’re not a fan,” Supervillain said, a perceptible knowing coating every smooth syllable.

“I’m not a fan of you hurting people. Killing people.”

“And yet it’s all you heroes ever seem to respond to.” Hero’s retort died in their throat. “If it takes violence to goad you out of your precious hero tower, then I will resort to violence.”

Goading? What goading? Hero’s brows furrowed down over their eyes, shadowing them slightly as their mind ran over Supervillain’s words.

“Hmm,” Supervillain hummed fondly. “Flynn said you have a look when you’re trying to solve a riddle, this must be it.”

“I don’t have a look,” Hero spat, ignoring the blush that coloured their cheeks.

“Of course you do, dear Hero. We all do. That’s why in poker you have to learn to mask your tells.”

“Are we playing poker, Supervillain?”

“No, hardly. Though I’d wager I could win your money as easy as it took me to tank that developmental property on seventh.”

Hero hope their glare was burning a hole through Supervillain’s skull until they realised they were playing right into his hands and dissolving. Hero licked their lips and leaned forward in their chair too, hands clasped on the table in front of them.

“This wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, was it? You wanted me to follow Villain. You wanted them to catch me,” Hero said. Them was much easier than saying Flynn out loud.

Supervillain smiled appraisingly. “Yes.”

“And bring me here to meet you.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Supervillain’s eyes flashed, something glinting within them. “Because Hero, I’ve wanted to meet you as much as you’ve wanted to meet me.”

Hero held up their cuffed hands. “Couldn’t have done it more civilly?”

“Oh please,” Supervillain scoffed, resting his palms flat on the table and pushing his chair back. Hero’s heartbeat quickened as Supervillain stood up and started making his way slowly, predatorily slowly, towards Hero like a cat playing with a mouse. Hero wanted to not move, to not show him the effect he had on Hero, but their body didn’t get the message. The closer Supervillain came to Hero the more they shrunk back into the chair, hands braced on the table ready to spring to their feet and — and then what?

Supervillain stopped beside Hero’s chair, one hand on the back of it, the other hooking a finger around the small length of chain that kept Hero’s wrists locked together. He pulled it up, Hero’s arms going with it involuntarily until Supervillain held Hero’s arms up high over their head.

Hero grit their teeth as their shoulders strained from their sitting position.

“We both knew one of us would have to be in chains for us to be able to chat,” said Supervillain tilting his head. All friendliness had melted from his face leaving a cold grin and hungry eyes feasting off the sight of Hero at his table. “I just decided it wasn’t going to be me.”

Hero tugged their arms down suddenly but they may as well not have for the lot of good it did them. Supervillain leaned down, his face close to Hero’s as he grinned.

“You should have struck first, little Hero. Then maybe the roles would be reversed, but as of right now—” Supervillain’s eyes darkened. “I control the board.”

*~*~*~*~*

Orphanage roll-call: @princess-bubble-blossom @morning-star-whump @revrevrew-personal

[revrevrew-personal]

Very happy my parents died for me to be on this roll-call <3

SUCH A GOOD STORY!!!!!

[villainousauthor]

Villain hums thoughtfully as they circle around Hero, who's currently staring off, looking despondent.

"They should have come to rescue you by now." Villain speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, their eyes burning into Hero.

"They should have...I thought they would have by now." Hero looks to the ground, trying to fight the burning in their throat, the sting of their unshed tears.

It's been weeks since Hero was taken, and so far, their team hasn't even attempted to come for them. Hero kept telling themself it was only a matter of time, but the more the endless days and nights at Villain's hideaway blur together, the more they realize the truth. Help is not coming.

Villain lets out a noise of frustration and stalks towards Hero again.

"They should have by now! Where is your team? They're your allies, are they not?" Villain rakes a hand through their own hair, looking to Hero for an answer.

All Hero can manage in response is a half-hearted shrug. Villain's frown deepens, brows draw down into an expression of irritation.

Noticing Villain's anger, Hero looks up at them defiantly, trying to fight the urge to cry still yet.

"If keeping me here this long really bothers you, you can just let me go. I don't need you rubbing it in that my team isn't coming." They try to make their words as biting as possible, but they can't help the wobble in their voice.

Villain lifts a brow, surprised by Hero's words. "I'm not upset with you, and I'm certainly not complaining about keeping you to myself," their words were smooth and deadly, tone dropping as they spoke, "But your team? I have half the mind to tear them apart right about now."

Sauntering forward, they use their arms to back Hero in against the chair, leaning closer. "I'm furious at them for abandoning you to my devices. If I was any other villain, or if I was any less fond of you, do they even know what would have become of you by now? They don't care about your fate at all."

Lip trembling, Hero can feel the tears they fought against so much finally beginning to run at Villain's words. Sniffling, they try to hide their face, hide their weakness as their shoulders shake. They've been abandoned. The thought threatens to suffocate them as they try and hold back sobs.

"Oh love," Villain's voice was a soft coo now, spoken closer to their ear. A strong but gentle hand goes to Hero's wrist, prying their hand away from their face. Villain's face is inches away from them now, meeting their tearful eyes, looking at them with an emotion they can't place.

Villain brings a finger up, wiping a tear from their cheek. "Don't cry, love. You're safe here. I'll take good care of you since your hero friends evidently can't." They softly murmured and pressed even closer.

"But-" Hero tried to speak but was quickly cut off by a finger to their lips.

"Shhh...don't worry about it. I'll make sure they pay for the pain they caused you," Villain runs a thumb across their lower lip, fingers caressing their jaw. They tilt Hero's chin up gently, not letting them look away or hide their crying. They lean in close, kissing a tear away softly. Hero tries to turn away yet again and feels Villain's hand tighten ever so slightly, but they lean back, voice still gentle as they speak again.

"In the meantime, we'll make sure you're comfortable. You'll be staying with me for a while."

[revrevrew-personal]

No hero they're using your abandonment issues against you!

[written-by-jayy]

Tagged by @mj-iza-writer , thanks!

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: Single. Happily so, but still open to the thought of mingling 👀

Favorite color: Any blue or cool toned purple

Song stuck in head: Slow dancing in the dark, by Joji

Favorite food: Pad Thai

Last song listened to: What's good, by Tyler, the Creator

Dream trip: Going to Costa Rica this summer, so I'll just say that :D

Last show/movie: Terrifier 2 (love Art. he's my babyboy <3)

Spicy, sweet, or savory?: Probably spicy, but sweet is a very close second

Last thing googled: Are mason jars microwave safe (they are!)

Imma just tag some random blogs I follow <3

@sickiehugs @dainluvr @roblingoblin285 @sunnynwanda @saraswritingtipps @shibara @whumblr @wh3nturtlesfly @oprhan @dappermouth

Of course, no obligation and no pressure :]

[sunnynwanda]

I was tagged by @written-by-jayy. Thank you for the tag! :)

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: Single. Drifting through existence with an open heart at this point.

Favorite color: honestly, almost every colour. It changes every now and then, right now... perhaps, sky blue, green and red.

Song stuck in head: Bukahara - Afraid no more (Love it! *_*)

Favorite food: home-cooked. By my mom or me.

Last song listened to: Not exactly a song. A Dark Academia classical music playlist I use for writing/editing.

Dream trip: Around the globe! But one I'm focused on right now is a road trip all over Italy :)

Last show/movie: Deadly Class (contemplating writing a review on it, 'cause there was a lot I was pleased with and pissed off about).

Spicy, sweet, or savory?: Sweet. I've got a terrible sweet tooth. Salty should be an option too though.

Last thing googled: The evolution of Platypus (don't ask xD)

I'm tagging a few but I would love to see everyone do this :) Feel free to ignore it if you're not interested, that's totally fine too.

@worldsfromhoney @marvellousdaisy @thiefofthecrowns @crow-with-a-typewriter @surplus-of-sarcasm @thatneptune @aflyingsheepnamedrose @adamsloverboy @villain-life @qualityrabbitsoup

[thiefofthecrowns]

I was tagged by @sunnynwanda thank you!

•Relationship status: single... as an eagle always is.

•Favorite color: blue or yellow.

•Song stuck in head: Tam gde my s toboy -rauf and faik

•Favorite food: burger?! Idk I'm not picky.

•Last song listened to: you put a spell on me -VOILÀ

•Dream trip: Moscow! (In summer of course)

•Last show/movie: the edge of tomorrow

•Spicy, sweet or savory: COFFEE your honor

•Last thing googled: the auction by lovesbitca8

I'm tagging people (mostly) at random. I don't really know many blogs since I'm sorta new to tumblr but I'd rely like to see your answers!♡

Tags: @save-the-villainous-cat @epiclamer @cinnamonsketchdust @girl-with-the-empty-skull @jurdanhell @hollyblack @judejudejudejudejudejudejudejude @crimson-spine @inejghafa @raineandsky

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Thank you for the tag!

Relationship status: happily married to dating my boyfriend

Favorite colour: blue!

Song stuck in head: Partyopfer - SXTN

Favorite food: Lasagna hihihihi

Last song listened to: Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

Dream trip: Vvvvvvvvancouver

Last show/movie: Bullet Train (2022)

Spicy, sweet, or savory?: sweet :)

Last thing googled:  ὠφέλιμος

@thepenultimateword @creweemmaeec11 @avvail @whumpasaurus101 @some-messed-up-writing-for-you (I missed you!) @nuttynutcycle @suspicious-whumping-egg

[nuttynutcycle]

Thanks for the tag from forever ago!

Relationship status: Engaged!!!

Favorite colour: Red

Song stuck in head: 'Eight' by Sleeping at Last

Favorite food: Chocolate chip cookies ;)

Last song listened to: Give Me a Kiss by Crash Adams

Dream trip: Been to 13 countries already, so I need to find a new dream trip! Maybe Japan?

Last show/movie: Brewster's Millions

Spicy, sweet, or savory?: Sweet!!

Last thing googled: Canada RRSP vs TFSA

@sunflower1000 @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room @amethystpath-writes @yourheartonfire @booberryfun

[trappedgoose]

Thank you for the tag !! I am a tag game enjoyer

Relationship status: Single and ready to…stay single :)

Favourite colour: Blue. And most pastel colours.

Song stuck in head: You’re Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo

Favourite food: Rice is love, rice is life

Last song listened to: Punching Bag by Set It Off >:)

Dream trip: ngl I am an enjoyer of many European countries. This trip will most likely include geocaching. Or maybe Korea?

Last show/movie: Two eps of Slow Horses and The Devil’s Deal (2023)

Spicy, sweet, or savoury?: hmm tough. I’d say savoury.

Last thing googled: savoury vs savory (💀 i should’ve see this question earlier)

@starship-squalleater @villain-enthusiast-personal @paperboatprince @revrevrew-personal @fluffyferret6 @friiday-thirteenth @lillazyboithings @whump-softie @whump-a-la-mode

[revrevrew-personal]

Relationship status: Single :D

Favorite color: Green - went from my least favorite to my favorite recently.

Song stuck in my head: I'll Call Your Mom by Noah Kahan (go listen to it crazy ppl - so good - it's about clinging to life after suicidal ideation and the help that people give you along the way)

Favorite food: Tacos - but like trash American tacos. Don't get me wrong if someone put traditional tacos in front of me I'd eat that shit all day but I do have a preference.

Last song listened to: I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams

Dream trip: A 2-year trip to Spain Barcelona - I want to learn Spanish and experience culture the way it is experienced by the locals.

Last show/movie: She-Ra (I'm absolutely here for Catra in a suit... Anyone else think that Lance should've ended up with Keith?)

Spicy, sweet, or savoury?: Sweet - unless it's Panda Expresses's Orange chicken then I want whatever that is.

Last thing googled: Why has grammerly taken over the f-ing internet?