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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 3 is up! Here's a little excerpt:
This is literally so good
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
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Currently wondering if I want to be her or be with her?
the woman who holds the moon
prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.
obsessed with this
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.
THE WORLD I LOVE, THE TEARS I DROP TO BE PART OF THE WAVE, CANâT STOP.
They were trying to be quietâthey really wereâbut the sound of their heartbeat pulsing against their eardrums was deafening and they couldnât 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 villainâs neighbours heard their tumble. And if it was loud for the villainâs neighbours, it was even louder for the villain themselves.
A hand landed on each of the civilianâs 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 Villainâs all-too-friendly smile right before their eyes.
âWell, itâs about time I caught you, pretty. Youâve been sneaking around my base unpunished for far too long.â
Civilianâs 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.
âGod, youâre going to break so prettily.â The criminal smiled and cocked their head, eyes boring into the otherâs skin. âSorry, Iâm getting ahead of myself. Whatâs your name, darling?â
Civilian nearly collapsed in fear, knees just about ready to give out if it werenât for the villainâs hold pinning them to the wall. âH-Heroââ 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 wasnât quite adding up in their own head. âFunny. I didnât peg Superhero as the kind of person to hire scaredy cats.â
âV-Villain, pleaseââ
âBegging already? Our fun hasnât even started. What a shame it is that Superhero canât see you nowâŚâ Villainâs chokehold tightened, Civilianâs nails dug through their suit and into the otherâs hands. It was a last ditch effort to keep air and blood circulating through their body.
The criminalâs grin widened at their increasing desperation, the way they scrambled, and the way their eyes pleaded silently for mercy. It truly never got old.
âLetâs get a good look at my latest victim, shall we? The newest face to be plastered across the newspapers.â
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 wasnât blocking any extra intake, and made somewhat of a whine as they looked into the villainâs⌠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 Civilianâs 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.
âYouâre that pesky reporter. The one who always somehow gets the insider scoop on me. Youâre not a hero.â Civilian winced, Superhero was going to kill them for being found out.
âI-I donât know what youâre talking about.â They rasped, throat still on fire from their previous strangling.
âNo, no, donât try to fool me.â Villain scoffed, clearly insulted. âYouâre the reporter who works for the Daily News Downtown. Youâre always up in my business and now suddenly you wear a costume too? Dancing around pretending to be a hero? Whatâs going on? Who has you in this get-up?â
A lump caught in their throat, Civilian wasnât about to just give everything up were they? Spew all of the details about Superhero and their threats? They couldnât. Their family, friends, and career all depended on them getting this information back to Superhero.
Villainâs expression morphed in return to Civilianâs silence. âIf youâd like to take a moment and think on it, I have a very beautiful cellar that could use a little company.â All at once, ratting out Superhero didnât seem like such a bad option after all.
It truly never got old.
This is so good!
"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.
That bastard Hero! Leading our precious Villain on. Tsk tsk.
More please!
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.
 âHey, itâs over.â They said, voice quivering with fear. âY-you can wake up now.â
They gazed into the villainâs dull eyes, and felt for a pulse. âWake up.â They repeated, growing more desperate.
The happiness of the villainâs defeat died down, as the heroâs allies saw them holding them close.
âWake up, dammit!â Tears started to slide down their face. âHow am I supposed to save the world if youâre not there to stop me?!â
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
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."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
@nathanwpyle
I literally love this.
I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.
No joke.
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
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.
Part two? Great writing as always, such a good story teller <3
Writing Snippet #14
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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.
âThereâs no point pretending youâre still asleep.â 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.
âDid you really think I wouldnât check the room for weapons?â
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.
âHero.â
No need to be afraid of the cityâs golden boy.
Then logic kicked in. It was 2 a.m. according to the alarm clock on her nightstand. What was he doing here?
âHero?â
He smiled, white teeth glinting in the flashing light. âSo you know who I am. Good. That will make this much easier.â
damn still so freaking good
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 âSidekick âClued Inââ 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 isnât working. Desperately, Sidekick stopped struggling, turning into dead weight. The attackers swore as Sidekickâs face met gravel.Â
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. Sidekickâs 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.Â
âRight on time. Throw them in the tank.â The Villain was sitting off to their left, barely glancing in Sidekickâs 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 didnât matter that Sidekick was almost a full-fledged hero themselves.
The henchmenâs 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 âthe tank.â It was approximately eight feet tall with a square four foot base. The walls were made of plexiglassâall the better to watch them drown.Â
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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 Heroâs 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 didnât. They refused. Flynn didnât deserve their comments or thoughts on anything anymore.
âThrough here,â 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 Flynnâs childhood home this entire time?
Itâs 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. Heroâs 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. âSupervillain insisted,â 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 Heroâs chair and quirked his lips at them. âCan I trust you not to do something stupid?â
âYou can always stop me if I do,â Hero replied sweetly, sugared smile not quite meeting their eyes.
Flynnâs smile was cold in return. âI can. Or Villain, whichever is quicker.â
Hero felt that cruel pang of betrayal bloom in their heart like a roseâs thorns wrapped thick around it. Hero didnât 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 Heroâs right because after endless sparring they had both realised it was Heroâs 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 â and possibly broken nose â 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 didnât expect of Supervillain.
Then it hit Hero that they were staring at Supervillain. The Supervillain! Heroâs nemesis, their foeâ the man who was always one step ahead of Hero. Hero glanced at Flynn, almost mutinously before Supervillain drew Heroâs 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 Heroâs plate and dragged it over to him.
âHeyââ
âRelax, Iâm just cutting up your chicken. Youâre not getting a knife.â
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 Heroâs 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. âIf you think Iâm eating this, youâre dumber than I thought.â
Supervillainâs smile didnât dim. âAs you like it, Hero. Though, if I drugged you with the chicken or the vegetables I would have drugged us all.â
Hero didnât move to grab the fork, no matter how much their stomach wanted them to. Flynn grabbed Heroâs plate, âwe can swap if you like.â
Heroâs head snapped to him. âAnd how do I know this wasnât all some planned ploy?â
âYou donât,â said Flynn honestly, meeting Heroâs gaze earnestly. Hero had to look away before they cried. Stupid fucking Flynn.
âIf I may,â said Supervillain, his voice smooth and steady, drawing Heroâs gaze. âIf I wanted to starve you, I wouldnât have plated you up a meal. I would have handcuffed you to the chair and let you smell the food and watch us eat.â
Hero swallowed, gaze hardening into a glare as Supervillain tilted his head and shrugged lightly. âHowever, if you donât want to eat I wonât force you.â
Hero sat back stubbornly, eyes not leaving Supervillain as he tucked into his divine smelling meal.
âFlynn said you wanted to talk to me.â
âI do,â Supervillain replied. âAs soon as we have eaten. Itâs bad for the stomach to mix work and pleasure.â
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 didnât 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.
âWell?â
Hero swallowed. âReally good.â
Supervillainâs smile beamed at them. âGood. Flynn, would you and Villain mind cleaning up?â
Flynnâs 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 Heroâs plate. âSure.â
Villain did the same with their and Supervillainâs plate. âThank you. We shouldnât be long.â
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.
Heroâs 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 wasâŚ
Now, Hero wanted to be anywhere but here.
Supervillain leaned forward, elbows resting on the table hands folded in front of him. âFlynn tells me youâre a fan of mine.â
Hero scoffed and looked away. âIâd hardly call myself a fan.â
âOf course,â he replied pleasantly. âA hero would never admire a villain after all.â
âThatâs in the job description.â
âTell me, did you ever admire Flynn?â
Heroâs eyes snapped back to Supervillain. His smile was less pleasant now, more shrewd. Intelligent, inquisitive, intimidatingâ his eyes narrowed in curiosity, the corners of his lips still quirked into a smile.
âI guess it doesnât matter anymore, does it? He was always a Villain.â
âYes. However, that is not what I asked you.â Hero swallowed in reply. âDid you ever admire Flynn?â
âYes,â said Hero patiently. They couldnât lose their cool now, they had to match Supervillainâs relaxed demeanour. âHe was my partner. Obviously I admired him.â
Supervillain let out a breath. âTut, tut, Hero. Heâs a villain. How can a Hero ever admire a Villain?â
âIf you want to get into some philosophical debate Iâd rather Villain bash my nose against the bars of my cell again.â
Supervillainâs lips pursed. âIf you like.â
The words ran like cold water down Heroâs spine. âHowever,â he continued, âIâd rather pick your brain before Villain rips it from your skull.â
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 isnât anything like Hero thought he would be.
âYou wouldnât let them,â 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.
Supervillainâs smile was pleasant. âNo?â
âNo,â Hero echoed then swallowed. âEven if you did let Villain hurt me or torture me, or whatever, you wouldnât let them kill me. Youâd rather draw it out slowly.â
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 Heroâs 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.
âAnd you say youâre not a fan,â Supervillain said, a perceptible knowing coating every smooth syllable.
âIâm not a fan of you hurting people. Killing people.â
âAnd yet itâs all you heroes ever seem to respond to.â Heroâs retort died in their throat. âIf it takes violence to goad you out of your precious hero tower, then I will resort to violence.â
Goading? What goading? Heroâs brows furrowed down over their eyes, shadowing them slightly as their mind ran over Supervillainâs words.
âHmm,â Supervillain hummed fondly. âFlynn said you have a look when youâre trying to solve a riddle, this must be it.â
âI donât have a look,â Hero spat, ignoring the blush that coloured their cheeks.
âOf course you do, dear Hero. We all do. Thatâs why in poker you have to learn to mask your tells.â
âAre we playing poker, Supervillain?â
âNo, hardly. Though Iâd wager I could win your money as easy as it took me to tank that developmental property on seventh.â
Hero hope their glare was burning a hole through Supervillainâs 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.
âThis wasnât a spur of the moment thing, was it? You wanted me to follow Villain. You wanted them to catch me,â Hero said. Them was much easier than saying Flynn out loud.
Supervillain smiled appraisingly. âYes.â
âAnd bring me here to meet you.â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
Supervillainâs eyes flashed, something glinting within them. âBecause Hero, Iâve wanted to meet you as much as youâve wanted to meet me.â
Hero held up their cuffed hands. âCouldnât have done it more civilly?â
âOh please,â Supervillain scoffed, resting his palms flat on the table and pushing his chair back. Heroâs 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 didnât 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 â and then what?
Supervillain stopped beside Heroâs chair, one hand on the back of it, the other hooking a finger around the small length of chain that kept Heroâs wrists locked together. He pulled it up, Heroâs arms going with it involuntarily until Supervillain held Heroâs arms up high over their head.
Hero grit their teeth as their shoulders strained from their sitting position.
âWe both knew one of us would have to be in chains for us to be able to chat,â 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. âI just decided it wasnât going to be me.â
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 Heroâs as he grinned.
âYou should have struck first, little Hero. Then maybe the roles would be reversed, but as of right nowââ Supervillainâs eyes darkened. âI control the board.â
*~*~*~*~*
Orphanage roll-call: @princess-bubble-blossom @morning-star-whump @revrevrew-personal
Very happy my parents died for me to be on this roll-call <3
SUCH A GOOD STORY!!!!!
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."
No hero they're using your abandonment issues against you!
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 đ
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 :]
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
I was tagged by @sunnynwanda thank you!
â˘Relationship status: single... as an eagle always is.
â˘Favorite color: blue or yellow.
â˘Song stuck in head: Tam gde my s toboy -rauf and faik
â˘Favorite food: burger?! Idk I'm not picky.
â˘Last song listened to: you put a spell on me -VOILĂ
â˘Dream trip: Moscow! (In summer of course)
â˘Last show/movie: the edge of tomorrow
â˘Spicy, sweet or savory: COFFEE your honor
â˘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!âĄ
Tags: @save-the-villainous-cat @epiclamer @cinnamonsketchdust @girl-with-the-empty-skull @jurdanhell @hollyblack @judejudejudejudejudejudejudejude @crimson-spine @inejghafa @raineandsky
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:  ὠĎÎΝΚΟοĎ
@thepenultimateword @creweemmaeec11 @avvail @whumpasaurus101 @some-messed-up-writing-for-you (I missed you!) @nuttynutcycle @suspicious-whumping-egg
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
Thank you for the tag !! I am a tag game enjoyer
Relationship status: Single and ready toâŚstay single :)
Favourite colour: Blue. And most pastel colours.
Song stuck in head: Youâre 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 Devilâs Deal (2023)
Spicy, sweet, or savoury?: hmm tough. Iâd say savoury.
Last thing googled: savoury vs savory (đ i shouldâve see this question earlier)
@starship-squalleater @villain-enthusiast-personal @paperboatprince @revrevrew-personal @fluffyferret6 @friiday-thirteenth @lillazyboithings @whump-softie @whump-a-la-mode
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?