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Short introduction about me~

I'm Anthony or Ant! I've been reading on here for a while, and i figured id start writing! I've honestly always enjoyed writing but never figured i could actually create content, although I've decided to give it a try! I enjoy Whump Writing, as well as Hero/Villain pieces and things like this! I'm always open to asks/ requests/ general questions!- just shoot me a message :D

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Full length pieces--

Old Habits - whump caretaker angst/ recapture

Merciful Gods are Dead - whumpee with infected wounds

Comfort pt1 - pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 one bed trope / Hero x Villain ★ Still being continuously updated!

Snippets--

Snippet no1

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Prompts-- (Please tag me if you use! Thank you!)

Prompt no1 (heroxvillain)

Prompt no2 (whump)

Prompt no3 (whump)

Prompt no4 (holiday whump)

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hi! i just wanted to come on here and say that im alive loll

my schedule got super busy and stayed that way for a while, but i am officially back to having time for myself :D

im in the process of reading back on previous chapters and getting to a place to start writing! I am super sorry about the crazy gaps, but im hoping to give this story the conclusion it deserves soon! See you then~

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Silence

Based on Short Prompt #109 written by @thepenultimateword. This is a surprise gift for @those-damn-snippets! I saw your comment on the post and thought "well, I think I can do something with this" and here we are!

Note: I slightly edited the prompt, so that it would make more sense in this particular story. All credit still goes to @thepenultimateword, make sure to follow them (they just hit 2k followers so feel free to show your support)!

“I just wanted to say goodbye.” Villain narrowed their eyes, confusion seeping into their gaze. “The agency…” Hero’s voice cracked a little as they shuffled their feet. As if a better stance would strengthen their voice. “The agency decided it was about time I retired. There’s…there’s a lot of fresh young talent. They don’t really have a need for me anymore.” They forced a lighthearted expression, but their eyes remained empty as they met Villain’s increasingly disapproving stare. “It might be weird, but I didn’t want you to find out from anyone else. So. Goodbye.”

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Somewhere in-between their last sentence, Hero's eyes began drifting towards the concrete floor underneath them.

Hero lifted their gaze, the subtle gesture requiring far more effort than usual. Regardless, they took special effort in avoiding the other's eyes - or face in general.

They had faced their nemesis for twenty-four consecutive years - twenty-five in a couple of months. Even at the early age of sixteen (when Hero had first begun fighting crime), Hero had never let anything stop them from facing their foes head on.

During that first mission, Hero had battled fear as they tried to maintain eye contact with their soon-to-be rival. Now, however, they were dealing with a whole new emotion. Sorrow. Not the typical sorrow that arose from a typical villain and hero relationship, which usually involved a betrayal.

They had received special training in order to deal with those scenarios.

It was the sorrow of being forced to gaze at their “enemy” for the final time in their career.

They were definitely not trained to deal with that.

“Thank you...” Hero murmured, breaking the silence along with their racing thoughts with a single whisper. “...for everything.”

Renewing eye contact once more, Hero went silent. Silence had always been a factor in their weekly (lately daily) encounters. This silence, however, carried a much heavier weight than in any of their previous meetings. Instead of settling in a welcoming stillness, Hero couldn’t help but feel as if they were silently drowning at sea.

Before meeting Villain, they might have not noticed this subtle mood shift in the surrounding atmosphere. Before meeting Villain, they’d take the lack of noise as another example of their awkward demeanor. Before meeting Villain, they had no idea of the hidden world that can be found by simply closing your mouth and listening around you.

Throughout the years, Hero began to understand the beauty of silence through the person who was currently in front of them.

How powerful, alluring and enlightening silence could be. A whole language of its own, one which few people truly understood. A language Villain had taught Hero with a lot of time and patience.

They could feel a stone settle within their stomach, a strange bitter feeling slowly extending within their chest. Their jaw locked in place, gaze once again shifting to the ground.

There was just so much Hero wanted to say.

If they were honest with themselves, there hadn’t been a day since their first encounter where Hero hadn’t thought about Villain at least once, always popping into their head at the most random times. They had shared a surprising amount of special moments with one another. It felt unjust to leave without a personal explanation. Without giving them a few words before ending it all.

Yet that brought up the questions that were swarming in Hero's head ever since they had first received the harsh news.

How do they say goodbye to someone who’s been with them for twenty-four years? How can they fit twenty-four years of memories into a single farewell?

Just like before, Hero's mind seemed to hit an invisible wall.

Then they recalled something Villain had written to them a few years ago.

Silence reigns where words fall short.

So, Hero simply basked in the healing arms of the surrounding stillness, watching as the light autumn breeze moved Villains hair softly around their masked face. Their foes' expression was no longer hostile, morphing into something unreadable. It made them feel on edge.

Hero hoped that the bittersweet serenity was able to convey at least a sliver of the gratitude they so desperately were trying to put into words.

Both their futures were now left in uncertainty. Hero was now being left to fend for themselves, while Villain would no doubt be assigned a new nemesis to fight against. Yet each scenario held a whole line of unanswered questions of their own.

Despite that, Hero knew that deep down, if they had the chance to relive their life, they wouldn’t change a thing.

That was thanks to Villain.

They lingered like that for a while, letting the breeze cast a peaceful aura around them as they stood a few feet from one another. Not one of them made a move. Hero knew far too well that doing so would mark the end of their final encounter.

Hero noticed their vision slowly blur. They momentarily furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. Tears.

They bit their lip slightly, trying their best to repress their emotions. Hero hadn’t cried in years.

Hero turned their face, making sure that their nemesis could not view their watery eyes. They didn’t want this moment to be the end, but Hero knew that it had to be. They couldn’t remain on top of this building forever.

Both of them would have to move on. Figuratively and literally.

Hero mentally sighed. If this really was going to be the last time they were going to see one another, they refused to let Villains last memory of them be one of a tear stained face. So, they moved their hand to their eyes, rubbing away their lingering tears.

Hero turned back towards Villain, doing the very thing they had sworn to never do with their oldest foe.

They plastered on an artificial smile, swiftly masking their inner turmoil.

Just like they had done for years in front of their family and fellow heroes.

Just like Villain had taught them not to do.

“Well, see you around! Oh, and don’t be too hard on the new recruits!” The laid back tone was far more painful to produce than they’d remembered it to be. Maybe it was because they were out of practice. They suspected that they’d be utilizing that tone a lot in the near future.

With that, Hero gave a playful bow before beginning to walk off the rooftop. They strengthened their posture, a desperate attempt to give off the illusion of strength - strength that they couldn't authentically find within themselves at this moment.

Before they could fully make their exit, however, they felt something grab their hand. They paused, only to be suddenly spun around.

Then they came face to face with Villain. Their gaze locked, Hero instantly getting entranced by the inky depths of their foes eyes.

Both parties didn’t say a single word, Hero waiting for Villain to catch their uneven breath. All the while, their nemesis didn't let go of their wrist. In fact, all that changed was the fact that Villain slowly shifted their own hand, away from Hero’s elbow and towards their palm.

Suddenly, Hero felt their foes hand encompassing their own. Villain’s grip lightly tighten as their fingers began intertwining almost instinctively.

Then Villain let go, Hero immediately missing the contact.

“Thank you, Hero, for… embracing my silence.” Villain voice held a gruff edge, no doubt due to its years of neglection. Clearing their throat, they gave a shy look before glancing away from the Hero.

Hero looked at Villain with wide eyes. It took them a while to truly grasp what had just taken place.

That was the first time that Hero had ever heard Villain utter a single word towards them - or to anyone. Actually, it was the first time they'd ever even heard Villain say anything at all.

After giving them another uncertain glance, Villain put Hero into a tight embrace. Hero's brain was barely functioning enough to return the hug.

Their nemesis took the opportunity to put their mouth next to Hero’s ears as they continued their speech. “And thank you for being the reason why I’ve decided to use my voice again.”

Now that the initial shock had slightly worn off, Hero’s mind instantly got to work analyzing Villain’s voice. It was beginning to smooth out now, the words rolling off their tongue and flowing gently into Hero’s ear. Their voice lacked the apathetic tone of most villains, their emotions seemingly plastered on each small phrase they spoke. Expressive. That’s the word they’d been searching for. Even so, their voice was still somehow able to maintain a quiet undertone. As if the silence that Villain had stood faithfully by for so many years was somehow able to seep into their vocal cords, perceivable to anyone willing to take the time to seek it out. Almost like a whisper, a slight edge of shyness attached on the end of every word. Hero couldn’t stop the smile threatening to bloom at their lips at this small revelation. All of these tiny characteristics combined to form the symphony that was Villain’s voice.

It was enchanting.

Whether it was due to their newfound proximity or this voice echoing in their ears, the outcome was the same: Hero was rendered speechless.

Then the magical voice spoke once again.

“Sorry.”

Hero’s ears perked up upon hearing the single word, as they detected something new. The quiet voice was now laced with regret.

Then the meaning of the phrase caught up with Hero’s racing thoughts.

“Why are you..?” A single blow of pain exploded in the back of their head, slowly enveloping them in a veil of darkness.

In far simpler terms, Hero passed out.

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Comfort

HI! This part actually got too long so im sorry for the cut off! I will try to get the next part out as soon as i can! If you cant tell im feeling a lil whumpy lately lol :p so enjoy some more torment!

We are nearing the end of this series and i seriously cannot express how much i appreciate the support on this series! there will probably be about 2 more parts to this, depending on how the split up works. I promise youll get some comfort sometime soon ajkshdakjf.

Anyways, enjoy!

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 (this is part 8)

[Content Warnings- Once again, a severe chapter!! Mentions of torture, distrust/emotional manipulation/betrayal, mention of vomit, description of panic/shock, descriptions of injuries/pain. Please let me know if i missed anything!!]

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Jay let out a small laugh before he set down his phone on the side table, turning his attention back to the small, quivering form that was Kai. He loved when they looked like this. Crumpled like discarded paper, absolutely shattered as they laid on the ground, unable to do anything but sob.

Nothing would ever replace this high. Nothing would ever be better than standing above a quivering mess, knowing he made them break.

And the work wasn't finished. Not when the only thing that could somehow shatter them even more was practically running to the job. 

Jay let a stupid smile find his lips. He didn't even have to do anything. He had planted all the seeds, and now the pain would practically make itself. But he did have a grand finale to plan.

—--- – - 

The floor was so cold. The whole room was so cold.

Perks of having ice powers, they guessed. 

They remembered when they had used that line just before cozying up to their enemy. They had felt so safe. Why had they felt so safe?

It's not like Villain had actually cared about them- the whole time it was a ruse just like every other connection they'd had in their life. But why had it felt so real?

Why did they crave that gentleness as they felt nothing but sheer pain from the purple blossoms that spread across their body. The little white lines that decorated their skin were now in contrast to fresh red ones, weirdly tinged yellow as infection gnawed at their skin; The bandages Seth had gently put on long torn to shreds, along with Kais heart.

Being a hero had had its days. There were days they had felt on top of the world. Unbeatable. And then there were days where they had hit every possible bump, wandered home tattered and beaten. They had always tried to justify the bad. Always tried to think “tomorrow could only go up”. But now they didnt know which way was “up”. And they didn't have the strength to find it.

They weren't a hero. They weren't a friend. Least of all not a lover. So were they anything? 

—---- - - 

The stitch in their side was excruciating. Seth had been running for 5 blocks. Panting and sweating, they arrived at the front of a building stupidly grand, the agency. It practically swarmed with heroes and other personnel- maybe they hadn't quite thought this all the way through-

In the back of their mind, they knew their power could take out the crowd in one move. They could gather the energy that crackled through their body, through their blood, and direct it outwards, light and pure energy that destroyed everything it touched. Their power terrified even them.

They barely ever used it- opted for knives or anything that helped them avoid using that. They hated feeling out of control, useless to stop the energy that escaped them and caused destruction all around them. It was too much. They had learned that so early on. 

They could let all of it out. Let out the fire that had simmered in their being for so long, untouched, unused, bubbling around in their blood, and set the area around them ablaze. The heroes, the agency, all with one careful exhale. 

But they refused to become any more of a villain. Not when Kai needed them.

If they saw themself as a monster, how would they let someone else love them?

That was all the reasoning it took. Think of a better way. No casualties, no fire. Just distract them, make chaos, slip in. 

Focus. 

Exhale.

Let it seep out. Let the energy separate from your blood where it had become so intertwined. 

Shit that hurt.

Exhale- Ah!

Energy burst out. Mostly where they had intended it, the empty street in front of the building- but some stray particles of purple energy hit the front ivory pillar of the agency. Apparently, not using your powers for years had its costs- Seths muscles ached, searing hot pain found their skin. It was overwhelming enough to make them want to crumple against the wall where they stood. 

But they had to keep going. They could rest when they had Kai in their arms, not before.

As heroes and personnel shuffled out of the building, hurriedly searching for the source of the destruction, Seth slipped in the side door. Now they just had to find Kai.

They had been turned in years ago. The building was a blurry haze, but they trusted their gut and their wits. They knew it had to be on the third floor, they remembered that much. Running up the stairs, ignoring the stitch in their side, and the ache and the white hot pain, they burst through the doors to the third floor corridor. 

“Get up!” 

They hear it from down the hall.

It makes their stomach turn.

If they weren't already sick, they practically vomit when they hear Kais scream. 

—---- – - 

“Villains coming in for a little fun, now, darling.” Jay says as they stare down at Kai, crumpled over their stomach following the kick he had planted there. After they process the other’s words, Kai raises their head.

Jay absolutely relishes the look on their face. The pure terror in their eyes.

They knew Seth would go in and explain to Kai what really happened- that they're not going to hurt them. That their ruse was up. Maybe this even meant that Seth would kill them. 

But they were going to enjoy the way both of them absolutely shattered when they first looked at each other. They were going to absolutely delight over the sight of Seth staring at their absolutely shattered lover, at the way Kai felt visceral terror towards the only person they had ever really trusted. Even if it was just for a moment.

With a last look at Kai, they opened the door and left the room, seeing Seth just down the hallway. 

Seth froze. Did they have to use their power again? Just how strong was this bastard? Would they be able to get through with just their knife? 

“Go on,” Jay said, an arm motioning to the door.

What?

Why?

This had to be a trap. But they needed to get through.

Seth focused, taking deep breaths, pulling the energy from their blood. They could feel the heat rising to their skin. They moved their hand to their knife in its holster too, taking a few cautious steps forward. 

Jay made no move.

Seth walked closer. Just a step to the door, now. And they moved on leg in front of the other-

The heat in their skin died. Everything went cold. Their heart stopped pumping, the oxygen pushed from their lungs like they had just been pushed into a wall.

Seth stared at the crumpled figure in the middle of the room.

What happened to them?

They thought about turning straight around and killing Jay. Just like they had promised again and again. 

But Kai moved, tried to prop themself up, and failed. And Seth couldn't take it. 

“Kai!” Seth practically yelled as they hit the floor.

They took multiple steps forward, crouching down ready to help Kai up, to embrace them, to cry as they finally held their world in their hands again-

Kai had gone completely still.

There was no relief. No joy that Seth was there.

Something was very wrong.

As Kais head finally lifted from where they were on their knees, the only thing in their beautiful eyes was terror. 

This wasn't right. 

“Please don’t- please. I- I can't take anymore-” It was basically a whisper. A desperate plea that escaped quivering lips.

“What?” 

Seth had never felt anything like this. They had never felt this out of control. Their eyes were wild, in shock, tears pricking at the edges. Their hands started to shake. Everything spun, everything became unfocused. They were going to faint. White hot shock was in their chest, gnawing away at everything inside. It was so heavy. Their chest was so heavy. Their legs went cold, fuzzy, their arms and hands the same. 

Why was Kai telling them- begging them-

“Baby, I- I am here to rescue you, what-” Seth stuttered, tried to say before Kai cut them off,

“No! Don't get my hopes up again!” Kai truly yelled this time, tears streaming down their bruised cheeks. 

“Just do what you’re here to do.” they said, softer, completely resigned. 

“Kai- What?! I never- get your hopes up? I am so sorry i let him get you again- but i'm here to help you get away!”

“Let him?” kai let out a crude laugh, cut short by a flinch. “As if you didn't get paid for your whole endeavor- for acting like you loved me to get my hopes up”

“Paid?! I don't know what he told you Kai- but I never worked with that bastard! I do love you!” 

Seth was only met with a sharp glare from Kai as tears gushed down their face.

“We need to go, Kai-”

“Then why didn't you hear me scream Seth?! Why did I scream your name praying to a god I don't even believe in that you would come in the door and make him stop? That you'd clean me up just like you did in that godforsaken hotel and hold me again?!”

Kai came undone. Anything they had held back, all of it was coming out. Violent sobs shook their whole body. 

Seth reached out their hand, finding Kais cheek. They knew it wasn't the best idea considering that Kai thought they were going to hurt them, but it was all they could manage.

Kai flinched but didn't pull away. Seth lifted their head slightly so they looked each other in the eye.

“Kai. I've meant every word I've said to you. I've meant every touch, every kiss. I-” and their voice broke, tears spilling out and they dropped their head. Lifting it slowly back up, they looked Kai in their enchanting eyes.

“I am so sorry I couldn't help you. He drugged me before he found you-” and they turned their head to the side, showcasing the needle mark on the neck below their ear. It had developed into a gross bruise, yellow and purple muddled together. 

“That's a guilt i'll always live with. You don't have to trust me, you don't have to like me. But we have to get you away from that fucker.”

Something in Kais gaze shifted. They wanted to believe. So badly. They wanted to feel safe, wanted to escape the pain that encapsulated them. But they hesitated.

And how could they not, when everything they've ever trusted had failed them? Their parents, the agency, their “friend”, and now, it seemed, the person they loved.

“They're not lying, you know.” Jay chimed in from the doorway.

Seth immediately shifted themself fully in front of Kai. A cute effort, Jay thought.

“I'll kill you.” Seth shouted, hand going to their knife.

“I'm sure you will, sugar.”

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Finally a Seth power reveal loll

Once again this got longer than i expected so sorry for the cutoff! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated :D

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Open Wounds

cw: pain, repeated mention of dislocated joint

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Villain crept into the house, looking around for traps, goons, exits. The space was some weird cross between rustic chic and minimalist, lit softly by strings of fairy lights in the dining area. The only other light came from down a hallway to the right.

"I'm in here," Hero called. They sounded… pained. Distressed. It didn't settle Villain's nerves. They drew their dagger, keeping it low, holding the blade along their wrist, head on a swivel. They stalked towards the light, keeping close to the wall. When they reached the doorframe, they paused, listening closely. Hero was breathing hard, and there was a soft, trickling of sound. Villain carefully turned to look into the room.

Hero was laying in a tub, and in the yellow light from above the mirror, Villain could see large, ugly bruises on their arm and shoulder. Villain tilted their head, stalking in even as Hero turned to look at them with a soft gasp of, of relief.

"I'm sorry," they gasped as Villain crept across the bathroom to check for hidden threats. They opened a narrow door to find a water closet, empty of visitors. "I just… I couldn't call anyone else."

Villain sheathed their dagger, then stood upright and walked back over to Hero. They stopped to stare for a moment, taken aback by the sight. Hero was covered in massive, ugly bruises, the worst two covering an impressive amount of their hip and ribs. Villain looked to Hero's face, which was flushed and regretful.

"I can't get up," they whispered, their voice watery.

Villain stared. Hero had summoned them into their home, completely defenseless, even immobile and naked. They were perfectly and completely harmless. It couldn't possibly be any easier to end them.

There were tears brimming in Hero's eyes. Their arms were covered in goosebumps and they were shivering subtly. They were blushing across their whole face, across their ears, down their neck.

Villain blinked and stepped to the edge of the tub.

"Is it your hip?" they whispered. Hero nodded, gritting their teeth and closing their eyes as Villain reached to put a hand behind their shoulders.

"It's too weak, I can't use my leg at all." Villain nodded, carefully putting Hero's arm around their shoulders. Hero hissed in pain as Villain placed a hand over their ribs, and Hero braced their good leg to try to rise.

"One, two, three —" Villain hefted and Hero strained, and they both grunted before Villain's grip failed and Hero whimpered. They fell back into the tub, splashing Villain with cool water as they caught their balance. Villain huffed, reaching into the water to confirm it was really as cold as they thought. "How long have you been stuck?" they whispered, pulling their hand out. Hero looked to be on the verge of tears. "Okay, okay," Villain uttered, standing up. Hero was slick — there was something slippery in the water, and it was making this impossible. Villain yanked up a sleeve and reached down between Hero's feet, grabbing the plug and pulling it out. Hero gasped, shivering harder as the water level began to fall. "Where do you keep the towels?" Villain asked, looking around.

Hero let out a strained sound and pointed to the counter. Villain marched over and snatched up the thick towel, unfolding it on the trip back. Hero reached up for it and Villain slapped their hand away, opening it up the last bit and wrapping it around Hero's head and shoulders. Hero tried to reach up again, and Villain slapped their hand back once more, already carefully drying Hero's damp hair.

"I'm sorry," Hero whispered. "I didn't know who else to call."

"Shh, stop apologizing," Villain uttered calmingly. Seeing Hero so upset, so vulnerable, it wasn't sitting well with them. It was wrong, the way an elephant hovering off of the ground would be wrong.

Once the water was mostly gone, Villain paused to reach down and flick off their shoes. They yanked off their socks in short order, then carefully climbed into the tub, their feet on either side of Hero's thighs. Hero shifted, hissing and whining in pain, and Villain hushed them again as they stooped forward to gently dry Hero's back.

"Who did this to you?" Villain already knew the answer in their gut. There was only one person it really could be.

"Supervillain." Villain nodded, shifting their weight carefully on the slick tub floor.

"Can you sit up?"

"Not all the way."

"Okay, let me help you." Villain carefully moved back, then put their hands on Hero's shoulders and slowly pulled them upright. Hero gasped and tensed, their face going tight as they leaned forward. Something in Villain's gut twisted as they let out a sharp whine, their hand going to their hip, their breath coming out in short, tense pants. Villain waited for a moment, staying still as Hero struggled with the pain. "Do you have to lean back again?"

"Just hurry," Hero managed through gritted teeth. Villain nodded and dried their lower back as quickly and gently as possible. Once they pulled away, Hero leaned back again with a moan. Ignoring the fact that contact with the tub was going to damped their back again, Villain set about gently drying Hero's arms. Hero stayed back, eyes closed, breathing methodically. Villain kept quiet, gritting their teeth as they carefully cupped and patted down the length of Hero's arm. Once they were both dry, Villain started patting their chest. "I'm sorry," Hero breathed.

"Shut up," Villain said gently. Hero huffed a soft laugh as Villain quietly gave up on any illusions of modesty.

"I'm lucky you're a good person," Hero whispered. Villain glanced up at their face, but despite the tense amusement, Hero's eyes were still closed. Villain looked back down and patted Hero's stomach.

They were both quiet as Villain patted Hero's hips dry, and Villain fought the sensation of embarrassment as they dried between Hero's legs. Hero didn't make a sound, and Villain didn't look up as they moved on to Hero's thighs. Hero was able to lift and turn their good leg perfectly fine, but the other stayed still.

"Is it dislocated?" Villain ventured. Hero whined.

"God, I hope not." Villain nodded softly.

"Okay, I think I can get you out now." They stepped out of the tub and took a moment to dry their own soles, then laid the towel across their shoulders before reaching in again. Hero grabbed Villain's side as Villain grabbed Hero's, and they both huffed and hefted and grunted until Hero was standing on one leg. Hero rested there, putting a hand on the wall, and Villain reached in once more to dry their back, their butt, the back of their legs. Hero wasn't shivering as badly now that they were dry, and they were barely blushing anymore. "Ready for step two?"

Hero laughed nervously, looking slightly down to Villain. Villain set the towel aside, then reached in to support them a third time.

Hero looked at the wall of the tub, pain and anguish welling up in their eyes again. Villain looked down, thinking quickly.

"Sit on the edge," they ordered. Hero looked up again, and Villain shifted to support Hero's weight. "Sit. I've got you." Hero nodded, turning their back to Villain, who tried to avoid the ugly bruise on their ribs as they helped Hero lower slowly into a sitting position. Once Hero was down, Villain came to their side. "I'm going to lift your leg as you turn." Hero nodded, their face going hard as they breathed methodically again. Villain reached down, holding their leg with one hand and their shoulder with the other. Hero turned and Villain lifted their leg straight out. Hero grunted and groaned but kept going, and then their leg was free, and Villain carefully set it down. Hero was panting again, and Villain kept them balanced as they drew their other leg free. "Rest a moment."

"No," Hero grunted. They shook their head, "I need to lay down. Help me up." Villain hesitated. But if Hero had already been stuck for an hour or more, it was perhaps best to get them to bed as quickly as possible.

Villain and Hero held onto each other again, standing Hero up carefully. Villain took on most of their weight as Hero gasped and nearly crumpled.

"Almost done," Villain whispered. Hero nodded stiffly.

It took a long time to get to Hero's bedroom. Even Villain was beginning to tire, but they wouldn't even consider stopping to rest while Hero was in such pain. At last they got to the edge of the bed, and Villain flung the cover open as Hero turned to sit. They groaned in a combination of pain and relief, and Villain pulled up the covers and helped them wriggle into bed. Still, Hero barely moved their leg.

"Did you get these injuries checked?" Villain asked as Hero greedily pulled the covers over themselves. Hero shook their head, eyes closed, sweating softly and panting. Villain sighed, squeezing their eyes shut. If they didn't check, they wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. "Let me see if it's dislocated."

Hero let out a whimper that sounded very nearly like they were crying. But they nodded in the darkness, and Villain lifted the covers again. They ran their fingers softly down Hero's side, over the crest of their pelvis, down to their hip—

The bone wasn't where it was supposed to be.

Villain swore quietly and Hero whined again, throwing their head back, letting out a watery string of curses. Villain climbed carefully onto the bed, cupping a hand behind Hero's knee.

"It'll feel better once it's in place," Villain promised, bracing their knees on either side of Hero's legs.

"Just get it over with," Hero grunted, already gripping the sheets tightly, their eyes screwed shut. Villain nodded, carefully lifting their leg, causing Hero to hiss and stiffen.

"One, two —"

Hero cried out, and the heart-wrenching sound of it almost covered the sensation of their leg popping back into place. Villain shivered and squeezed their eyes shut, gritting their teeth against the wave of disgust as Hero threw an arm over their eyes. Villain looked down at them, and in the following moment of silence, they were sure Hero was crying.

Villain laid Hero's leg down softly. The joint would never be the same now; the tendons and muscles there would be weaker for the rest of their life. If Hero knew what was good for them, they wouldn't return to the field for some time. But right now, they were laying in the dark, shivering, crying mutedly in pain. Villain hesitated again. Hero needed something, but what? What would Villain need if their roles were reversed?

Villain exhaled softly, surprised by the wave of calm they felt at the idea. They reached out, gently taking Hero's wrist, and Hero didn't fight them as they pulled their arm away to rest on their chest. Villain shifted their weight, keeping their body off of Hero's as they crawled up the bed, wiping away a trail of tears with a thumb before leaning in and closing their eyes.

Villain kissed Hero, keeping their hand on Hero's cheek. Hero didn't react much at first, but then they let out a soft, yearning whimper. Villain deepened the kiss with a gentle slowness, tilting their head and cupping Hero's cheek just a little stronger, and Hero tilted their head up weakly, their breathing finally deepening. They kissed quietly and slowly, Villain patiently moving their tongue against Hero's like filling in empty spaces. Just as Villain was starting to want for air, they pulled away.

Hero laid their head back, breath calm, and Villain backed away just enough to see them. Hero reached up and wiped the tears on their other cheek before opening their eyes again to look up at Villain.

"Better?" Villain breathed. Hero's eyes darted around their face, and they nodded and licked their lips.

"Much," they whispered. Villain nodded, then carefully got up and off the bed. They laid the blankets more evenly over Hero, who closed their eyes and rested their arm across their forehead with a deep sigh.

"I think I should spend the night," Villain said. "In case you need more help." Hero nodded firmly.

"Please?" Hero whispered.

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Comfort

Hi hi hi! Its been a while! im very sorry for the wait on this chapter, and im hoping to get back on track because i really enjoy writing this! im sorry that its kind of short-

As a refresher, this is the previous part- Kai is Hero, Seth is Villain, and Jay is "friend" (aka the worst man alive :T )

i hope you enjoy reading! - let the whump portion continue muahaha

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 (this is part 7)

[Content warnings: this chapter is slightly severe-- Mentions of past abuse, implied past abuse and descriptions, injuries, abuse, betrayal, manipulation, brief mention of vominting, implied upcoming abuse, mentions of blood, mention of weapons. i hope i covered everything- please let me know if i didnt.]

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What was ringing? 

A high-pitched noise hummed over everything. 

What was that? 

Kai scrunched their closed eyes. Their teeth grated and they clenched their fingers into their palms. 

That noise hurt. 

Kai tried to sit up, their slurred thought process attempting to find the source of whatever was screeching. Kai did try. Didn't they? 

Why hadn't they moved? 

They tried again, somehow managing to lift their head, neck muscles straining. The hero shifted their arm so slowly, they were sure their head would fall before they could catch it, but somehow they were able to prop themself up on their elbow. 

It was a start--

Shit.

The ringing got louder. Loud, so loud, so high and uncomfortable as it spread through their brain, making their forehead ache- that ache spread through their face, an unbearable burning pain. 

The ringing was from their own head? 

Everything hurt so bad…

Oh. 

Right. 

They were severely injured. 

They were with Jay.

Not Seth. 

And no one was going to save them again. 

The pain only spread, and Kai decided being propped up was not helping. Neither was thinking about him. They brought their arm away from their head which fell straight back down to the mattress. A whine escaped their lips, one they immediately regretted. Jay hated whining. Who knew if they were watching, ready to make their move? 

The memories flooded back, hell- the whole dam broke. Kai remembered it all at the same time, somehow felt every bit of pain over again, and their throat felt so tight- like they were still screaming, screaming and praying and pleading, words tumbling from their shaking lips, that Seth would help them-

Not that they did. Not that they would anymore.

Stop thinking about them.

Kai decided that they were too tired and in too much pain to be awake. Nestling back onto the bare mattress they laid on, cold and shaking, the fire in their eyes completely choked out, they passed out, everything growing comfortably dark and warm.

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Shit. 

Shit.

Fuck, what were they going to do?

Seth held their head in their hands, tears slipping loose the way they had since the morning, ten hours ago. They were sick, stomach turning in guilt and fear. Ten hours. So many things could happen in ten hours… 

They shook their head again. They couldn't think about it. The image of Kai- god. The- The image of Kai spilling that much blood. It was enough to make them vomit for the third time.

They had to keep working. They had been trying to find Kai’s location. They had called everyone in the business that they knew- villains, henchmen, vigilanties. They were all annoyed at first, but after hearing Seth's voice-  uncharacteristically raw, shaking, hesitant- they gave their best effort. To no avail. No one in the underground systems had seen Kai. 

Theyd burn down the city if they had to.

They swore they would.

They had sworn to Kai that they would burn the agency to the ground- and maybe it was sooner than later. 

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“Wake up.”

Kai heard it somewhere above them. Unconsciousness still crept at the edges of their mind. Their breathing immediately sped up. There was no hiding. There was no escape. Only them and the person who had broken them.

Kai’s eyes slid open, vision blurry and dark.

“You look like shit.”

Yeah, no shit. They wished they could say it. But their lips didn’t part and their vocal cords couldn’t move. 

“I really do wish you would have just listened to me.” Jay starts, the words already finding a deep spot in Kai’s chest, “I tried to make you better, and now look at you;” a pause, a glance.

“Now you're nothing. You were so desperate to avoid putting in the effort” 

The effort? Effort being tortured? Effort crying and screaming until their throat was raw?  

“... to be better, you were willing to let someone like Villain ‘save’ you. Honestly,”

Jay took several steps forward, quick and powerful, dangerous determination in his eyes. The gap between the two was easily closed with the steps, Kai scrambling backward but hitting nothing but a cold wall.

“It's laughable.” Jay whispered inches from Kai's face.

Kai could do nothing but sit there, white hot shame settling in their chest. They really had believed that Seth- Villain, cared about their situation. Cared about… them. 

“Look at yourself- you're shaking in fear, and I haven't even done anything yet.”

Yet? They had to push. They had to beg, to plead that they could learn another way.

Maybe say that if he only gave them a few more days to recover, they would be so much better for him during the ‘training’. Stalling wasn't better, but it was something. 

Nothing was working like they wanted it to. Their jaw was so tense, shivering and shaking, their throat tight and raw. The only thing they could manage to breathe out was the word that kept repeating in their head over and over again.

“Yet?” the word cracks and falters but interrupts the silence.

A dangerous flicker found Jay's eyes. One they definitely knew too well. Bile rose. Tears welled, sweat pooled, muscles tensed. His hand was already in his pocket, and Kai knew all too well what would emerge when he pulled it out.

“Well, it seems someone needs a little refresher.”

Without fail, the switchblade appeared at his side. 

Kai’s eyes darted around the room they were in, one they hadn’t paid attention to until now. They scanned for places they could run, anything that would help them. All they noticed was that they knew this room. The cell they kept villains in when they were captured at the agency. 

In a building full of traitors, of sick men and abusers, they were the one in the cell. 

They were sure every sick bastard in the building heard the screams that came next, but not a single person came to help them. No one would.

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Seth’s phone lit up with a small buzz, immediately drawing their frantic attention.

‘They're at the agency building. Same cell you stayed in when you got turned in. I can't take the screaming anymore, but I can't beat him.’

That's all they needed before they were out the door, the one knife they had with them in hand.

next part

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Thank you so much for reading!!! i will try my best to be more active on here because i really enjoy doing this and i missed being on here :) thank you for any support!!

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ahhhhhhh hi??? i know i like disappeared but i was a little uninspired before the holidays and then took a break for the holidays, but i am working on writing the next part of Comfort!!! thank you to anyone who has read anything of mine, and i'll try my best to get it out as soon as i can :D

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Prompt no4~ Christmas Whump :)

Whumpee is still in Whumpers company during the holidays. How does Whumper act?

Whumper decorates their “room”- really a cell- for christmas! They put up lights, put a tiny tree in the corner. Whumpee can never see the decorations the same. They had stared at those lights while they bled, the colors muddling together with the tears. The red of their blood almost seemed to belong. 

Whumper, in the holiday spirit, gives Whumpee presents!

A tree in the base's main room, under which is quite the assortment of tools- knives, whips, chains, gags, everything. All for you, they say.

On the flip-side, Whumper decides to give Whumpee real gifts- an hour outside, meals, time to sleep, bandages/medicine, a comfort item, etc. Whumpee now feels like they have to act grateful- feel grateful.

On that note, does Whumper’s attitude change during the holidays?

One night, Whumper makes Whumpee hot chocolate. They expect it to be poured on them, for it to be forced into their mouth while still boiling hot. When they refuse it, Whumper leaves it on the floor by the door. Whumpee cries.

A Care-Whumper invites Whumpee to watch a christmas movie one night. They let Whumpee change into some of their own comfortable clothes, and they curl up holding them on the couch. Whumper swears theyre holding Whumpee like that to keep them in place, but… 

Whumper has a christmas party!

They bring Whumpee in as a party trick. They serve the guests, collar around their neck. Does Whumper allow their friends to mess with Whumpee? 

(If not, Does Whumper hurt / kill a partygoer who does something to their Whumpee?)

Does Whumpee stay out of sight? Do they scream as they hear the party happen around them, no one able to hear them or help them. Bonus points if they know Caretaker is there.

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Comfort

Hi! a few things~ sorry this took so long to write, i've been swamped with work :( Second,

Hero, Villain, and Friend will all be referred to by character names- Kai, Seth, and Jay respectively! I hope it's not super confusing, the change was made as it is pertinent to the storyline! :)

Thirdly~ buckle in for some pain :7 i let my whump side get a little ahead of me here pft

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 (this is part 6) pt7

[CW- this chapter is more severe-- descriptions and violence, cuts, blood, (mild) drugging, manipulation, betrayal/ misunderstanding. please let me know if i missed any!!]

Kai really wished they could stay here forever. They'd had the best day of their life- theyd helped Seth cook, watched a movie, played board games, seen the beach covered in snow. The sunset had been breathtaking- they couldn't remember the last time they were able to appreciate the sky as something other than a color-stained backdrop to their evening battles.

The sunset reminded them of the days before they were a hero. They were a teenager, learning to hide their powers as they emerged. They loved music, and at that age they were a bassist. They loved playing, and they thought that being in a band and being known would be great. Now they were known- now they were a famous hero, one that tried their best to bring kindness.

So why didn't they feel good about it?

Why did their job put a heavy weight in their chest that they had grown so used to carrying? Why were they always crying, wishing they could do more, wishing they could be anything else? What about Seth made that weight in their chest so much lighter?

They tried to stop thinking about it. They weren't a hero anymore, afterall.

Today they hadn't been a hero; hadn't saved anyone or stopped a villain. But they also hadn't watched anyone's blood pour out onto the ground. Hadn't worried about being punished for saying the wrong thing or asking the wrong question. Hadn’t felt their skin burn and hadn't felt a tiredness in their muscles that made them want to stop moving forever. They were more comfortable than they had been in a very long time as they fell asleep in Seth’s arms while they laid together on the couch.

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Seth looked down at Kai, wrapped in their arms. Their features were soft and their breathing was even and Seth knew they were out for the night. They sweep the other up, carrying them easily to the singular bedroom in the small house. They set Kai down on the soft green sheets, pulling the comforter over them and running a hand through their fluffy hair. They wanted to crawl in bed next to them, saver their warmth and the way they looked so peaceful when they slept- but it wasn't right. They'd only do that when Kai wanted them to, when they were invited. They weren't going to mess this up- they had been so obsessed with their job for as long as they could remember- so dedicated- and yet, all that seemed to occupy their mind now was the person that was laying before them. They'd do it right.

With a last glance behind them, a small smile occupying their features, Seth walked out of the bedroom and closed the door as softly as they could. In the morning, they’d talk to Kai. They were going to ask if the two of them could.. stick together. They even planned to offer to give up villainy altogether if that meant they'd stay. Wasn't Kai giving up being a hero too?

Together, they were just people- not pawns in this game, long overdue to be won. And they were the people who were going to win it. They were going to burn the “hero” agency to the ground. Every ounce of pain those bastards had caused to their friends, to them, would be doubled in lighter fluid.

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The house was silent, the only noise the heater coming on and off. Kais room was warm and dark and somehow they still felt cold with Seth missing. Even asleep, their body acknowledged the missing person with a shiver.

The few lamps left on glowed yellow throughout the house. They illuminated soft folds of fabric and the plush couch and the marble counters of the kitchen. Seth wasn't sure if Kai was scared of the dark, so they had left them on just in case. Now, they illuminated a window slowly sliding open, and a foot coming in from the snowy sand outside. Friend, really the enemy- Jay, let's their boots hit the floor with a small thump.

Looking around, they immediately noted Seth on the couch. Perfect. They walk over to the sleeping villain and plunge a syringe into their neck. They didn't even stir, the drug taking immediate effect, pulling them further into unconsciousness. A look crosses their face though- somewhere they were aware of the drug. Somewhere they screamed as they realized what was happening. Not anywhere that made a difference, though.

Walking over to the other door from the living room, Jay twisted the doorknob and slid the door open. Bingo. Almost too easy.

Wasting no time, they grab Kai out of the bed, dragging them by their neck to the floor near the door. Kai tries to blink themself awake as they begin to struggle, not even sure of what was going on yet. They whimper and growl but it finds only Jay’s ears, to their annoyance. Yanking up Kai's head to meet their eyes, they whisper,

“You know I hate the whining.” their voice was crystal clear, even, dangerous.

Shit. Kai knew that voice, they didn't think they'd ever forget it. And they knew better than to disobey it.

They quiet down, their struggle lightening as well. Jay's grip was solid, and squirming would only produce more bruises.

“You really thought he was trying to help you?” Jay almost sneers.

What?

“Oh don't pull that face, it's pathetic.”

Kai tries to set a normal expression, to rid themself from the emotion all together. But they fail.

“Try not to look so hurt, you should've known you're mine.” The dangerous tone returned, bringing shining tears to Kai's eyes. It always did. They knew what always happened next.

“He… He wouldn't!” Kai's voice breaks through tears as they yell.

“How do you think I found you here, love? Why do you think he's still asleep on the couch? This was always the plan.” Jay begins to run a hand along Kai's face, leaving them to flinch and try to pull back. They fail again.

“I try to make you better- and you still hate me?”

Kai frantically shakes their head, a desperate lie.

“Well, unfortunately, you're really not gonna like me after I have to punish you for all the shit you've said about me lately.” Some sick smile finds their face.

Fuck. Seth really told them?

fuckfuckfuckfuck

Kai had seen Jays terrifying looks. Heard dangerous tones and sneers and seen when they would stomp around- a warning. But not whatever this wicked- this completely wrong smile on their face was. They didn't want to find out what followed it. Something told them they were about to, though.

Jay pulled their switchblade out of their pocket. God, Kai hated that knife. Always the same knife to accompany their pain. Pushing Kai to to the ground so their back was flat against it, Jay gets down to sit on their hips.

Another thing Kai utterly hated- it was so close, so intimate, so wrong.

Lifting up their shirt, Jay sees the bandages that cover all of their wounds, the ointment that covers their scars. The knife slashed through the bandages without hesitation. The skin below them is cut just as much.

Kai screams, tears falling as they struggle under Jay’s weight. Blood quickly resurfaces from the old wounds, even more from the new- deep- cuts. Red drips to the ground and seeps into the carpet beneath them.

More screams, more blood, more laughter, and then silence.

“Alright, we're leaving.”

Kai couldn't really move. They couldn't tell if they were even trying to- would they even be able to feel if they were? The only could feel was searing pain everywhere.

Would Seth really.. let this happen to them?

As if answering their question, Jay threw a stack of cash on the end of the bed.

In their state, Kai couldn't even comprehend the amount of emotion running through them.

“Get up.” Jay yanked their arm, pulling their limp body upwards, catching them.

“You'll have plenty of time to mope in the car.” they say as they swoop Kai- who's obviously not able to walk- into their arms. Shoving their head into their chest, Jay walks out of the room, through the living room and out the front door.

Crying softly into Jay’s chest, completely unable to struggle and thrash out of their arms like they wished they could, Kai didn't even look up and see Seth's limp form on the couch.

If they had, they would've noticed how wrong they looked. Not asleep. They didn't even consider how they would never have been able to sleep through that amount of screaming. Didn't think about how genuine Seth had seemed. They were resigned to accepting that they were Jay’s- fighting it had only ended in this whole thing.

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When Seth finally stirs, morning light shines through the windows. They jolt up, covered in a sticky sweat born of whatever drug they were given. They take a second to collect themself, to remember what had happened yesterday.

“Kai?”

There was no response, but Seth figured they might be sleeping. Getting up shakily, unsure of why they felt so weak and why their neck stung, they walk over to the door leading to the bedroom. As the door opens..

Seth nearly crashes to the ground. They catch the door frame in an attempt to stay standing.

Kai wasn't here.

But what was left-

Bile rose in their throat.

A puddle of blood, and a stack of cash with a small note.

“I'll be having my toy back now. You had your fun, now i'll have mine.”

Dear god.

pt7

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Thanks so much for reading!! i will work my hardest to get the next part out in a reasonable timeframe!! i canned t believe how much support this series has gotten and i cant tell you how grateful i am! :D

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Oh boy this one is a little serious~ There will definitley be another part! Hope you enjoy reading :)

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 (This is pt5)

[Content warnings: implied/ talk about abuse, mentioned wounds, talk about death (unnanmed characters)- please let me know if i missed anything]

Villain stared out the window in front of them as they drove the familiar road to their vacation house. The industrial street lights illuminated the pavement and the stars in the navy sky twinkled dimly. Villain had to focus on keeping their eyes on the road rather than the sleeping Hero in their passenger's seat- they looked so serene, so inviting that Villain wanted to stop for the night and hold them more like they had this afternoon. But they knew that making it to the house was the priority. The bandages that poked out of Heros shirt where it had lifted up at their stomach reminded them of the importance of this trip.

They couldn't let Hero back into Friends hands.

The whole time they were driving, Villain thought about the ways to get Hero out of this situation. They thought about killing Friend, about reporting them to the hero agency, maybe tipping off another villain as to their whereabouts. Villain would make it happen.

The radio played old rock, smooth and raw and comforting. Old rock like Villains partner had always liked. Their partner that had been killed at the hands of a hero- a corrupt hero like Friend. Villain had become a vigilante to expose the hero agency and their secrets; how they protected cruel and sick people as long as they created a good image for the agency. Now they had the chance to really do that, use their status as an influential villain to pick the agency apart. They had kidnapped Hero for information on that very topic the other night- and yet, the most pressing thing on their mind was making sure Hero would never feel pain like that again. Priorities were a strange thing.

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Another hour had passed when Heros breathing picked up. Villain was awake this time, saw the early signs and knew the nightmare was beginning to run its course through Heros mind. Heros head whipped from one side to another and familiar terrified wimpers escaped their tightly pressed lips. Villains eyes frantically moved between Hero and the road in front of them, still unsure on how to handle this- they didn't want to wake Hero, they heard it was worse to startle the person like that- 

Hesitantly, they remove a hand from the steering wheel and place it on Heros shoulder. They didn't flinch away, and Villain almost swears they felt Hero lean into it- they move their hand to Heros cheek, rubbing it lightly with their thumb. Heros eyes slowly open, sleepily, as they look at Villain for a moment. Then they close. Hero's features soften as their breathing slows and begins to regulate again. They're back asleep in a minute.

Did they really just- Had Hero calmed down from the touch? From the fact that it came from Villain? Hero really saw Villain as safety, and that is what Villain swore they would be in that moment. 

Villains hand moves to the hero's thigh and comfortably stays there for the rest of the drive. They have to wonder if Hero not having another nightmare is coincidence or.. something more. 

Classic rock played the whole ride. Hero wasn't like the rest of them. Villain knew. 

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Hero wakes up slowly, letting themselves take a deep breath and tense their muscles to stretch befores shifting and feeling the plush and soft comforter that engulfed them. Sunlight streamed warmly into the room, and music played faintly somewhere. When they look around, they remember where they must be. This wasn't their mattress, or their lovely sage green bed-spread, this was Villains vacation home. The room was modest and comfortable and Hero couldn't help but smile. They felt so safe- couldn't they just stay here? With Villain?

Villain knocks on the door and announces themself, and Hero calls back to come in. 

“How are you feeling?” Villain asks as they shuffle into the room and sit down on the edge of the bed next to the Hero. They hand Hero some painkillers and a cup off of the nightstand and Hero swallows them before they answer. 

“I'm alright- I just… thank you.” they half-whisper. Hero looks into the Villain’s eyes and seems to search for something. They must find what they were looking for- a ‘you're welcome’, a longing, a desire- and they lean in to softly kiss the Villain. Their arms wrap around Villains waist and pull them in until their chests touch and their breaths push against each other. Villains hand brushes against a bandage, and they peel themself away to stare at Hero for a moment.

“Kai… Would you- have you ever considered leaving the agency?”

“Of course,” the Hero replies, a little breathless, “After Friend started… After the first time they hurt me, I almost left.” 

“Why didn't you?” Villain asks, trying to keep their tone even.

“Friend told me it would make me better.” Hero looks down at their hands in their lap. They sigh, and Villain grabs their arms, rubbing circles into them with their thumbs.

“The agency always told me it was my responsibility to help others, regardless of the toll it took on me… So when Friend insisted it would make me stronger- stronger for the people I needed to save-” their voice breaks again, but they know this is something they have to talk about. 

“I guess I wanted it to be true. If my one purpose is to protect, shouldn't I be the best at it? Shouldn't I be able to save everyone?”

Villain recoils at that. How was Hero still alive with that mentality? Is that what the agency was teaching them!? Fire burned in their chest, a blinding white-hot feeling. 

“Besides, they raised me- I don't know if i could leave, Seth.” Hero finishes.

Raised them? Villain had too many questions, but figured they'd start there.

“Raised you?” Villain asks quietly. Hero takes a breath before speaking again.

“When my parents found out about my powers, they called the agency. They cried and apologized as they gave me to them… said it was the law. From then on the agency owned me. I was 15. God, I hated it there. They valued efficiency over your health, made sure you trained even when you were injured. One of my group mates, a friend- one night he started screaming and didnt stop. He died of infected wounds at midnight in the cold white infirmiry surrounded by the people He was trapped with. I wasnt even allowed to see him. The agency,” A tear slips loose that Hero wipes away quickly.

“They should burn for what they've done, but I was never able to do it.” Hero looks into Villains eyes as they say it, and they have their own flame there- almost like a reflection of the image of the smoldering agency building that's in their mind.

“We can do it.” Villain says simply. 

“You’d start a war like that over my own hurt feelings? They save people too-” Hero starts to ramble, but the look on Villain's face stops them.

“My partner…” Villain starts, something unfamiliar in their voice. “He was a thief, we were young. He was doing a job and a hero found him- he was found in a puddle of his own blood in the middle of the sidewalk. He didn't have powers, wasn't even carrying a weapon.” Hero now recognized a bubbling rage in the Villain. They recognized it as the same one that had simmered in them. They had never paid much mind to their own anger; Their feelings never mattered when their purpose was to live for everyone else. But now that it was simply to live for themselves, to live for the Villain that wanted them, they let themself seeth.  

“We’ll do it. Well burn it all. But we get the innocents out first, the kids.” Hero says- Hero? Were they a Hero anymore?- No. They weren't going to be what the agency had made them. 

To the Villain- to Seth, they were just Kai.

They sat in silence for a moment as they both took in what that meant. Seth nods. 

“Let me check out your wounds, love.” Seth says finally.

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Just as a general note- Hero and Villain will now be reffered to as Kai and Seth respectivley, as it is pertinent to the story-- i really hope thats not confusing!! i will note this at the begining of the next chapter as well!

Hey hey! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and although its a bit serious, i hope you enjoyed reading it as well!! There will be more chapters to come :) Reblogs and prompts/asks/feedback are always appreciated! I just want to say a HUGE thank you to anyone who has read this far :D

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Hi not to self reblog but when i was writing this chapter all i could think about was the music Seth was listening to in the car~~ So i have decided that cannonically these songs played during the car scene!! Low volume, car background noise, Seth is humming along.

Dancing in the Moonlight- King Harvest

Brandy (Youre a Fine Girl) - Looking Glass

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Also this double random but the music that was mentioned to be playing in Seths house when Kai woke up is actually~~

Listerine - Dayglow

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Be Good

"Darling, darling, shhh," Whumper soothed, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Whumpee sobbed as they cowered on the bed.

"B-but you have a n-needle!" Whumpee hiccuped.

"Yes, I do have a needle," Whumper agreed, "but it's not to hurt you. It's to help you be good. You want to be good, don't you, Whumpee?"

"I-I-"

Whumper smiled softly.

"I know you do, so let me do this and then we can do whatever you want. Within reason, of course."

Whumper climbed on the bed with the syringe in hand, causing Whumpee to sob harder. Whumper just had the needle over Whumpee's elbow when Whumpee cried out.

"Wait!"

Whumper paused, the needle hovering inches over Whumpee's skin.

"Yes?" Whumper asked.

"I-I don't need that to be good," Whumpee said desperately, "I'll do whatever you want, but please, not the needle."

Whumper sighed.

"Darling, you flinch everytime I try to get close to you, you act terrified of me whenever I'm around you, and you're always trying to escape," Whumper reasoned, "this is the only way to make sure you won't do those things. Here, close your eyes, it'll be the smallest pinch and then it'll all be over."

Whumpee looked at Whumper pleadingly, then screwed their eyes shut.

"There we go, very good," Whumper said, bringing the needle down, "why don't you tell me some things you'd like to do after this, yeah?"

Whumpee winced as they felt the needle enter their skin.

"Can we watch a movie?" Whumpee asked, their eyes still tightly closed.

"Of course we can," Whumper said, injecting the contents of the syringe into Whumpee's system, "we can watch anything you want. What do you want to eat while we're watching it?"

"Ice cream?" Whumpee asked.

Whumper gently pulled the needle out of Whumpee's skin and stuck a bandaid over the injection site.

"Absolutely, darling," Whumper said, "all done. You can open your eyes now."

Whumpee cracked an eye open and looked down at their arm. There was no needle, only a bandaid. There was something else though, a faint drowsiness was starting to come over them. Whumpee slumped forward, unable to hold themselves up. Whumper was ready for it; they caught Whumpee and positioned them against their chest. Whumpee wanted to flinch back, to get away from Whumper, but their body wouldn't let them. They could barely keep their eyes open, much less push away from Whumper. They let out a frustrated whine as they tried and failed to move.

"There there." Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee's hair, "you did so well. Let's go watch that movie."

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Oh boy this one is a little serious~ There will definitley be another part! Hope you enjoy reading :)

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 (This is pt5) pt6 pt7

[Content warnings: implied/ talk about abuse, mentioned wounds, talk about death (unnanmed characters)- please let me know if i missed anything]

Villain stared out the window in front of them as they drove the familiar road to their vacation house. The industrial street lights illuminated the pavement and the stars in the navy sky twinkled dimly. Villain had to focus on keeping their eyes on the road rather than the sleeping Hero in their passenger's seat- they looked so serene, so inviting that Villain wanted to stop for the night and hold them more like they had this afternoon. But they knew that making it to the house was the priority. The bandages that poked out of Heros shirt where it had lifted up at their stomach reminded them of the importance of this trip.

They couldn't let Hero back into Friends hands.

The whole time they were driving, Villain thought about the ways to get Hero out of this situation. They thought about killing Friend, about reporting them to the hero agency, maybe tipping off another villain as to their whereabouts. Villain would make it happen.

The radio played old rock, smooth and raw and comforting. Old rock like Villains partner had always liked. Their partner that had been killed at the hands of a hero- a corrupt hero like Friend. Villain had become a vigilante to expose the hero agency and their secrets; how they protected cruel and sick people as long as they created a good image for the agency. Now they had the chance to really do that, use their status as an influential villain to pick the agency apart. They had kidnapped Hero for information on that very topic the other night- and yet, the most pressing thing on their mind was making sure Hero would never feel pain like that again. Priorities were a strange thing.

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Another hour had passed when Heros breathing picked up. Villain was awake this time, saw the early signs and knew the nightmare was beginning to run its course through Heros mind. Heros head whipped from one side to another and familiar terrified wimpers escaped their tightly pressed lips. Villains eyes frantically moved between Hero and the road in front of them, still unsure on how to handle this- they didn't want to wake Hero, they heard it was worse to startle the person like that- 

Hesitantly, they remove a hand from the steering wheel and place it on Heros shoulder. They didn't flinch away, and Villain almost swears they felt Hero lean into it- they move their hand to Heros cheek, rubbing it lightly with their thumb. Heros eyes slowly open, sleepily, as they look at Villain for a moment. Then they close. Hero's features soften as their breathing slows and begins to regulate again. They're back asleep in a minute.

Did they really just- Had Hero calmed down from the touch? From the fact that it came from Villain? Hero really saw Villain as safety, and that is what Villain swore they would be in that moment. 

Villains hand moves to the hero's thigh and comfortably stays there for the rest of the drive. They have to wonder if Hero not having another nightmare is coincidence or.. something more. 

Classic rock played the whole ride. Hero wasn't like the rest of them. Villain knew. 

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Hero wakes up slowly, letting themselves take a deep breath and tense their muscles to stretch befores shifting and feeling the plush and soft comforter that engulfed them. Sunlight streamed warmly into the room, and music played faintly somewhere. When they look around, they remember where they must be. This wasn't their mattress, or their lovely sage green bed-spread, this was Villains vacation home. The room was modest and comfortable and Hero couldn't help but smile. They felt so safe- couldn't they just stay here? With Villain?

Villain knocks on the door and announces themself, and Hero calls back to come in. 

“How are you feeling?” Villain asks as they shuffle into the room and sit down on the edge of the bed next to the Hero. They hand Hero some painkillers and a cup off of the nightstand and Hero swallows them before they answer. 

“I'm alright- I just… thank you.” they half-whisper. Hero looks into the Villain’s eyes and seems to search for something. They must find what they were looking for- a ‘you're welcome’, a longing, a desire- and they lean in to softly kiss the Villain. Their arms wrap around Villains waist and pull them in until their chests touch and their breaths push against each other. Villains hand brushes against a bandage, and they peel themself away to stare at Hero for a moment.

“Kai… Would you- have you ever considered leaving the agency?”

“Of course,” the Hero replies, a little breathless, “After Friend started… After the first time they hurt me, I almost left.” 

“Why didn't you?” Villain asks, trying to keep their tone even.

“Friend told me it would make me better.” Hero looks down at their hands in their lap. They sigh, and Villain grabs their arms, rubbing circles into them with their thumbs.

“The agency always told me it was my responsibility to help others, regardless of the toll it took on me… So when Friend insisted it would make me stronger- stronger for the people I needed to save-” their voice breaks again, but they know this is something they have to talk about. 

“I guess I wanted it to be true. If my one purpose is to protect, shouldn't I be the best at it? Shouldn't I be able to save everyone?”

Villain recoils at that. How was Hero still alive with that mentality? Is that what the agency was teaching them!? Fire burned in their chest, a blinding white-hot feeling. 

“Besides, they raised me- I don't know if i could leave, Seth.” Hero finishes.

Raised them? Villain had too many questions, but figured they'd start there.

“Raised you?” Villain asks quietly. Hero takes a breath before speaking again.

“When my parents found out about my powers, they called the agency. They cried and apologized as they gave me to them… said it was the law. From then on the agency owned me. I was 15. God, I hated it there. They valued efficiency over your health, made sure you trained even when you were injured. One of my group mates, a friend- one night he started screaming and didnt stop. He died of infected wounds at midnight in the cold white infirmiry surrounded by the people He was trapped with. I wasnt even allowed to see him. The agency,” A tear slips loose that Hero wipes away quickly.

“They should burn for what they've done, but I was never able to do it.” Hero looks into Villains eyes as they say it, and they have their own flame there- almost like a reflection of the image of the smoldering agency building that's in their mind.

“We can do it.” Villain says simply. 

“You’d start a war like that over my own hurt feelings? They save people too-” Hero starts to ramble, but the look on Villain's face stops them.

“My partner…” Villain starts, something unfamiliar in their voice. “He was a thief, we were young. He was doing a job and a hero found him- he was found in a puddle of his own blood in the middle of the sidewalk. He didn't have powers, wasn't even carrying a weapon.” Hero now recognized a bubbling rage in the Villain. They recognized it as the same one that had simmered in them. They had never paid much mind to their own anger; Their feelings never mattered when their purpose was to live for everyone else. But now that it was simply to live for themselves, to live for the Villain that wanted them, they let themself seeth.  

“We’ll do it. Well burn it all. But we get the innocents out first, the kids.” Hero says- Hero? Were they a Hero anymore?- No. They weren't going to be what the agency had made them. 

To the Villain- to Seth, they were just Kai.

They sat in silence for a moment as they both took in what that meant. Seth nods. 

“Let me check out your wounds, love.” Seth says finally.

Part 6

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Just as a general note- Hero and Villain will now be reffered to as Kai and Seth respectivley, as it is pertinent to the story-- i really hope thats not confusing!! i will note this at the begining of the next chapter as well!

Hey hey! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and although its a bit serious, i hope you enjoyed reading it as well!! There will be more chapters to come :) Reblogs and prompts/asks/feedback are always appreciated! I just want to say a HUGE thank you to anyone who has read this far :D

-Anthony

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premium hero x villain content coming right up~

pt1 pt2 pt3 (this is part 4) pt5 pt6 pt7

[content warnings for mentions of wounds, implied abuse, language. Please let me know if i missed anything]

When Villain knocks about 20 minutes later, Hero practically jumps off of the bed and rushes to the door. They try to ignore it, but they feel tears prickling in their eyes as they turn the handle and let the Villain in. Villain walks into the cramped room and sets down the bags that carry their purchases. Hero immediately jumps to them, tightly hugging them and not letting go as some tears slip loose. Villain took a moment to process what was happening.

“Kai? Kai are you.. okay?” Villain asks quietly as Heros fists ball up their shirt and their knuckles turn white. When Hero doesn't give a response, Villain grabs their shoulders and pushes them away so that they can see Heros face. When they see the tears, Villains worry immediately doubles.

“Did something happen?! Are you okay?” Villain asks urgently. Heros face contorts into… 

Embarrassment? Villain wasn't sure what to make of it or if they were even seeing it right.

“... thought you weren't coming back,” Hero mumbled softly. They're intently staring at the floor, not daring to look at Villain as they speak.

Villain feels a pang of guilt. They knew they hadn't done anything wrong, but they couldn't help feeling bad for making Hero feel this scared. They knew it didn't have to do with them, knew it had to do with the others that had treated Hero like some replaceable object, knew it had to do with Heros own insecurities, and still, they felt responsible to correct their mistake and wipe Heros shining tears. They pull Hero back into the hug without another word and gently rock them side to side in their arms. They stayed like that for long enough for Heros tears to dry out.

Hero felt warm again. They felt safe, and even though the Villain hadnt spoken another word, they knew this embrace meant something; meant sorry, meant they were here for them, meant they would stay. Hero didn't need the words to know.

“I got breakfast,” Villain breaks the silence, with a small smile as Hero chuckles a little into their chest. They pull back and see Villains face turn a little more serious.

“Let's eat while we finish your bandages. We've gotta leave here- soon.”

Villain notices the look of confusion on Hero's face as they grab the bag of breakfast off the table and pull Hero toward the tiny bathroom for the second time this morning. They set the bag down on one side of the counter, and gently lift the Hero to sit on the other side. 

Villain steps forward and between Heros legs as they wrap their arms around their waist gently. They bask in Hero's warmth and how comfortable they are to hold and how much they never wanted to let go. Hero strokes the Villains hair and lets out a sigh of contentment as a gentle affection washes over them.

Heroes constantly faced calamity, faced death and destruction and pain. Hero had seen it all, had done it all, had taken it all. They had been hit and hurt and knocked down; they had been helped, they had gotten up, they had tried again. And they did it all for a cause. They would take any suffering if they knew it helped others to prosper- to live the life they had dreamed of before they found out they had powers. 

Friend had promised it was for their betterment. Promised that it would make them stronger so they could save others. But it had only made them tired and sloppy and careless.

Being in Villains arms made them feel powerful. They knew that whatever they did, whatever they needed to do, they could come right back here. Even in this shitty hotel, with its dirt and its grime, Hero could sit and pet Villains hair and Villain could hold their waist and they were sure they would never need anything else again. Villain didn't care about making them stronger. Didnt care if they saved everyone. Villain just needed them.

“Gotta get to work” Villain mumbled into Heros chest and they hesitantly peel themself off of the other. They clearly did not want to let go. They reach into the bag next to them and empty its contents. Bandages, ibuprofen, and the disinfectant, along with the food. They pass Hero their danish and catch their gleaming smile when they realize what it is. God, they would never get over that smile. 

“Take these with your food,” Villain says as they hand the Hero the small red pills and Hero nods. Villain knew the next step needed Hero to take off their shirt- but they didn't know how to go about it. Hero was so nervous about it earlier this morning, and Villain really didn't want to make them uncomfortable, but there really wasn't a way around it. Hero was already stuffing food into their mouth when they realized that the Villain had paused to think.

“What's wrong?” The Hero asks through a half full mouth.

“.. Need you to take your shirt off,” Villains voice is small, but Hero still catches what they said. 

“I have jam on my hands and i don't wanna mess up your shirt- can you help me out of it Seth?” Hero asks- entirely too innocent for the questions contents.  Villain can't help the blood that rushes to their ears, and they hope the Hero doesn't notice. They reach out their hands and grab the hem of their shirt, lifting it very slowly. They cant believe theyre actually just playing along with this. They peel the shirt away, and discard it to the other side of the counter. The severity of the situation is quickly remembered by both when they catch sight of Heros torso, blossoming with bruises and littered with long winding cuts. 

Villain reaches for the disinfectant, unscrewing the cap and looking up at Hero, knowing that this will definitely sting. Their eyes say a sorry and they drip some of it over the Heros stomach. Hero takes a sharp breath, letting the air hiss out as the sting dies down. Then Villain grabs the bandages, unwrapping them and unraveling them, beginning to wind them around the Hero's stomach and back, covering some of the worst cuts. 

“Why are we in a rush to leave? Does it have to do with why you were out for so long? What happened?” Hero blurts out into the silence, desperate for some kind of awareness of their situation. Villain keeps winding the bandages, repeatedly glancing up at the Hero not sure of how to begin. 

“I… I ran into Friend.” 

Heros eyes go wide, and they start squirming where they sit, trying to get down to do god knows what. They probably didnt have an objective other than ‘away’ in their panic. Villain grabs their sides to keep them in place, but holds them just too tight and Hero winces sharply.

“Sorry- sorry!” Villain abruptly lets go, and Hero stops moving. Theyre aware of who they're with again. 

“How are they here?!” Hero asks, fear evident.

“Tracked your phone… They must know I have you, but I was careful not to lead them here.”

“But you threw it out a window!” Hero laughs incredulously, moving sharply again.

“Please stop moving, baby.” Villain sighs as Hero goes still again. They give a quick sorry. “They must have had a tracker on it, and made an assumption from where it was last. None of that matters now though. They will not get you again, alright? We're leaving as soon as we're done with this.”

“Where?” Hero asks.

“My vacation home is a couple hours away. Well stay there until we figure out what to do about that bastard.” 

“Okay.” It was quiet, resigned, but it was hopeful. “Thank you for helping me, Seth.” Hero says simply.

Villain looks up at them again, eyes shining and looking right into theirs. Villain loved Heros eyes. One a honey brown, the other a stark white against their pupil. They had never gotten the full story, but they were sure something had made it that way. Regardless, the Villain found it so hot. It was a reminder of how strong the Hero was. How much they had gone through and had come out of, somehow remaining this righteously good hero.

“You're the only person I feel like I can trust right now. I wish it was you I went to and not Friend. I wish you'd hold me like you did last night every night for the rest of my life. I wanna be warm like that forever.” Hero smiles. God, that smile. Villains eyes leave the Heros, and move down to their lips. Heros eyes do the same.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Villain breathes, brushing against Heros lips before pushing into them, grabbing onto Heros waist with featherlight hands. Their lips fit together, Villain beginning to kiss the Hero gently, growing more and more passionate as Hero pushes back into them, wrapping their arms around Villains neck. They kissed until they were both gasping for air and when they pulled back their eyes met again. 

Villain had never had anyone love them as gently as Hero did. Their other kisses had been rough and rushed and calloused, and they had never been needed like Hero needed them. But Hero didn't just need them- Hero wanted them. Wanted them to stay, wanted them to help them, wanted them to hold them, wanted to kiss them until they suffocated.

Hero was sure they'd never need anything else ever again, and Villain was certain Hero was everything they had ever longed for.

part 5

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Hi! I loved making this chapter and i hope that you enjoy reading it! Im always open to suggestions, asks, and prompts! I hope that youre all doing well and i look forward to writing the next part! see you then~

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