#cat hero

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Artist : Godmachine

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Hello! I LOVED your Cat Villain snippet!! Please write more! Either a continuation and/or maybe another snippet where the Villain teases a Cat Hero who tries to be serious and angry at them but gets too distracted lol

Hero knew they should never have responded to this call. Superhero was much better equipped for it, and even though their vision was much better in the darkness, they hadn’t compensated the impact the news would have on their mission.

“Where’s Superhero?” Villain demanded, their brow arched at the hero circling them. They responded with a wry grin, shooting them dark glares.

“Busy elsewhere,” they responded cooly, fingers flexing and relaxing every so often by their side. “Doing things actually worth their time.”

Villain sucked in a sharp breath through their teeth, their face wrinkling, feigning hurt. “Shame. I was rather looking forward to seeing them fall today.”

Hero found that amusing, despite not showing it. Villain had always been too big for their own boots, and even though Superhero had never managed to catch them, they certainly outmatched them in battle. Hero had no doubt, under Superhero’s teachings, they could do the same.

The low rumble of a news helicopter thundered through the air, and Hero’s ears twitched in annoyance.

“I think you need to be humbled, Villain. Superhero will not...” There was a movement of light, and Hero’s eyes darted towards the helicopter hovering high in the air. “...not just—”

Hero blinked, and forced themself to look away. Shit, what had they been saying again? Their ears twitched again and they found their eyes involuntarily snapping towards another flash of light when it soared across the sky.

Villain watched, quietly, before their lip curled into a grin, and they followed Hero’s eyeline towards the helicopter.

“Oldest trick in the book,” they murmured, approaching the hero as they tried to get the helicopter out of their sight. “So it’s true cats really can’t help but chase light. I’ve never had one myself, so I wouldn’t know...”

Hero’s face tightened in frustration. “Shut up.”

“Now, you were saying...” Villain continued, and the hero forced themself not to glance towards the helicopter, and it’s moving lights flashing through the dark.

“I was saying, you need to be humbled, thinking you can prance around and—”

“Oh, you’ve done it again,” Villain interrupted, snapping their fingers in their air. It made Hero focus their attention on them again, ears turning outwards in embarrassment. “This is more fun than I had anticipated...”

Hero bared their teeth and hissed out: “Stop messing around and fight me.”

Villain continued their casual approach, peering at the news helicopter through their eyelashes. No doubt filming the entire ordeal, ready to broadcast onto live television. They had never much liked the paparazzi, and Hero wasn’t in the right environment to stand a chance against them.

Besides, they much prefered teasing them like this over anything.

“I’d rather settle this with Superhero. But don’t worry,” they drawled, shooting them a sleazy grin. “I’ll make sure to bring a nice laser pointer for you the next time we meet.”

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Villain x Hero Writing Prompt- A hero/villain has fun with the heros/villains cat themed powers. (Ex. Spraying them with water, petting them, dangling string to distract them etc) Have fun with this prompt!

So sorry for such a long delay! Hope you enjoy! This is either one of the best or worst things I've ever written, theres no in between xD

"Oh hey, look what the cat dragged in," the villain mused from their armchair. They sat as if it were a throne, legs flung over one arm lazily as they tilted their head to examine the hero in front of them.

"Oh ha-freaking-ha," the hero groaned, cat ears twitching, "very funny,"

A soft smirk of cool amusement curled on the villain's lips, "Something I can do for you, kitten?"

"I know you have it," the hero stated, crossing their arms while their tail flicked behind them. They did their best to ignore the flustering nickname.

"Oh? Have what?" They asked innocently.

"The cinder diamond necklace. I know you stole it,"

"What? This old thing?" They teased, lifting their hand off their lap. Sure enough, there was the necklace, swinging back and forth and back and forth and-

The hero shook their head, snapping themselves out of it. Damn cat instincts. They could see the growing grin on the villain's face.

"Yes, that! Give it back,"

The villain shifted, swinging their legs down before standing up, dangling the necklace out in front of them on a single finger, "come get it then, kitten,"

*bastard.*

Despite knowing what was going to happen if they got too close, the hero walked forward anyway. Right as they were about to grab it, the necklace was pulled away.

"Hey-!"

"I'll tell you what," the villain hummed. In their peripherals, the hero could see the villain's hand raising, but they couldn't will themselves to move.

Sure enough, not a second later, the hero felt a hand land in their hair, scratching behind one of their cat ears gently. Instantly it felt like all their limbs melted, legs turning to jelly.

"W-what?" The hero stuttered, having not even heard the second half of the sentence.

The amusement on the villains face only grew, "I said, that the necklace is all yours if I get you for a movie tonight~"

Wait, what?

They tried to come up with a response but it was like their brain had stopped working. It was so distracting.

Especially when all their willpower was going into-

The hero felt the villain rub the base of their ear between their thumb and forefinger, and it immediately sent shivers down their spine. The hero couldn't fight the low rumbling noise that began resonating from their chest.

Their purring only seemed to amuse the villain more.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

The beat red hero glared, before using every ounce of willpower to twist their head away from the villain's hand, "f-fine, just give me the damn necklace," they muttered under their breath.

"That's a good kitty," the villain cooed, holding the necklace out to the hero once more, who snatched before turning and all but marching away.

"Hurry back!" The villain called after them, "Wouldn't want the popcorn to get cold!"

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[vigilantealeaf]

Pspspspsps

Hero with cat powers and a villain who loves cats.

“You have a tail,” he squeaked, eyes so wide that they might have popped out of his head. Bengal stepped backward, glaring.

He was still wearing boxers, but they didn’t exactly have enough room for him to tuck the tail away like his hero suit did.

“Yeah, cat powers. I have cat things. I think we’ve been through this- Don’t come closer!” Bengal pulled out the claws again, stopping Volt as he stepped forward.

Volt and Bengal weren't strangers; Bengal had been a new hire at the hero agency when Volt first began to terrorize the town and thus the two had been pitted against each other from the get go. 

They'd battled multiple times, Bengal more often than not failing due to his clumsiness. Volt adored him, however. He adored the quips, Bengal's snarky attitude, and his body was rather nice to look at. Bengal's hero suit was bland and tight, leaving little to Volt's imagination as he threw him and zapped him. How many times had he invited Bengal over now to try and cop a feel? 

Invited was perhaps the wrong word- How many times had he tried to force Bengal to come to his lair? And now...He couldn't believe his eyes; There he was, Bengal! The hero!! In his lair!!! What a moment! And Volt was not going to let it go to waste.

"How does it feel to be the very first hero to see my place?" Volt asked, rising from his throne and gesturing grandly.

All he could see with Bengal's annoying helmet being on was his mouth, pulled down into frown.

"Shitty," Bengal responded dully, standing before the throne with his hands bound behind his back. "Can I go home now?"

"Before you've seen the break room and the had martinis in the hot tub? No way!" Bengal stiffened.

"Hot tub?"

"Yeah!" Volt strode up to Bengal and paced around him, cape flowing behind him. He liked to be able to take his time and really inspect Bengal; He really had no idea what his powers were or, honestly, what use he was to the agency at all. That and...maybe he liked to look at his butt.

Just a little.

"No. No way, I'm not having martinis with you and I'm not going in your hot tub." Volt was surprised when Bengal was suddenly free of his binds, narrowly avoiding a punch to his face.

"C'mon, Bengal!" He shot electricity at the hero who dodged and climbed up one of the walls with ease.

"Nope," he called down, climbing until he got to a landing area up above. Volt huffed, not liking his answer, and threw a ball of electricity into part of the landing. Bengal yelped as the floor gave out beneath him and he fell face first onto the ground next to Volt, groaning.

Volt took a moment to mourn the broken balcony, but it would be easy enough to fix. Losing his favorite hero was not his favorite option.

"Your name is Bengal. Shouldn't you like...land on your feet or something?" He asked, squatting down next to the hero and poking his helmet. He ignored Bengal gasping for air (the force of his fall knocking it out of him) in favor of rolling him onto his back. "Why would the agency give you that name if you're this clumsy?"

Bengal swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I don't know. You're right," he agreed, trying to get to his feet. He got as far as his knees before Volt knocked him backward harshly. The helmet clanged against the floor, jarring slightly and cracking from the earlier impact.

"Here, kitty, kitty~" Volt whispered suddenly, making Bengal look his way- and then his helmet was torn off.

"Oh my god!" Volt held the helmet up as if it were a trophy, looking down at Bengal with a large grin. He could see his face, a nice tan tone to his skin, his hair- black and brown and the strangest patterns in the curly mess.

But what really got him was the ears.

Two large cat ears were standing at attention on his head, green eyes wide and revealing slitted pupils as he began to panic.

"What are you doing!? You are crossing a line-!!" He screeched, scrambling to grab the helmet back. Volt jammed his hand against Bengal's forehead, shoving him back down while his ears flattened.

"You dirty little liar, I knew it!" Bengal withdrew his hand for a moment, fingertips exposed out of the tops of his gloves. Claws protruded from them suddenly, making Volt giddy. "The fingerless gloves make so much more sense now! They were a choice, but at least they were a functional choice!" He didn't register the implication before the claws slashed at him, four scratches on his arm and suit torn. He dropped the helmet in his pain and Bengal shoved him off, rolling over and scrambling to grab the helmet.

He succeeded, though a foot came down on his wrist and pressed into it painfully.

"It's about time!" Volt huffed, cradling his bleeding arm as he looked at the henchman who was pinning Bengal with their foot.

"Apologies, sir."

"Send gauze to my room and take Fluffy to the holding cell."

"You are dead," Bengal promised, glaring at Volt as he walked past them and picked up the helmet. Volt only smirked back at him, waggling his fingers and exiting the room.

"No, I'm the proud new owner of a sweet little kitty cat," Volt corrected gleefully. "And he better behave if he knows what's good for him."

Bengal looked up from his spot on the floor, baring his teeth as the henchmen slapped cuffs on him and picked him up by the back of his hero suit to drag him off.

Bengal escaped, without his helmet, and went straight home with to pout in the bathroom mirror. It was embarrassing being...this. The agency wanted to capitalize on his feline parts but he hated them- His hero suit was designed to hide every part of him that resembled a cat because he asked for it to be that way. If Volt started telling others then what would happen? Calls of, “Here kitty, kitty,” and quips like, “cat got your tongue?” would never end.

Never!

He solemnly sent the agency a request for a new helmet along with the information that his face had been revealed before he climbed into the overly plush bed in his room, curling up and closing his eyes.

The next time he saw Volt he was ready to knock the daylights out of him, still stumbling with nearly every punch.

“So it’s just the ears, huh?” Volt slammed Bengal down, snickering as he watched his slightly feline friend adjust his helmet quickly.

“You’re such an ass hole,” Bengal told him, trying to get to his feet before Volt kicked him in the side.

“I’ll take that as… a no,” Volt decided, watching as Bengal rolled from the force of the impact and hit the tire of a car. He dug into the pocket of his suit, trying to hide something from Bengal as he stood up. He lunged at him, yanking off the helmet and cupping his hand over his face.

Bengal struggled harshly, claws coming out as he grabbed at Volt’s hands and arms, scratching and scratching and scratching and- Something was in Volt’s hand and-...

Bengal slumped in Volt’s arms, eyes half lidded as his tongue lapped against the inside of Volt’s hand.

Catnip.

“Holy shit it worked,” Volt whispered in amazement, beaming as he lowered Bengal to the ground. He was so docile! So...not trying to kill Volt. And as mentioned once before, Volt did not waste opportunities. He gently tangled his fingers into the man’s soft hair, scratching at the base of his ear experimentally and, sure enough, Bengal pressed the side of his head to Volt’s hand.

Then, like something scared him, he perked up and smacked at Volt’s hand, falling onto the ground in an attempt to get away from his touch.

“What is wrong with you!?” He yelled, face redder than last time. He looked at his arms and saw that some of the catnip bits had fallen there and, without hesitation, began to lick them off.

“I reallllllllly like cats,” Volt informed him, looking like a child on Christmas. “I don’t even care about the bomb anymore, the detonation code is 1337, I just-” Volt reached for Bengal’s ears again which only made him hiss and back away, realizing that he was licking himself in front of his nemesis- And anyone could see them here! They weren’t exactly hidden.

“I don’t like you, okay!?” Bengal got to his feet, wobbling a little. “So stop bothering me!”

Bengal grabbed up his helmet and sprinted off, climbing over garbage cans and cars to escape Volt.

“Gauze, sir?” Someone asked over his headset. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d let you down so harshly-”

“Are you kidding? All cats are like that. You just gotta reel them in.” Volt stood and tucked the pouch of catnip back into his suit. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, gauze would be nice.”

There was no fighting today.

He had gotten himself all ready to go, hero suit and new helmet (with locking buckles) on, when he got the message from the agency.

[Bengal, we need to review your employment with us. For the time being you are on suspension. You will be paid for your time, imagine it like a vacation!]

He glared at his phone. A vacation? A vacation that was going to end in his termination, probably.

He threw the helmet onto his bed and moped about the message until he felt about as numb to it as he could feel. He was so distracted being angry at the agency that he didn’t notice the shape outside his window, stripping the tight top of the suit off and stretching before he started peeling off the bottom.

The window opened and he whipped around, hissing at it and letting go of the pants of the suit to use his claws.

“Whoa! Hey, easy!” It was Volt.

Of course.

He slid inside and stood near the window.

“Where have you been!? I didn’t ask to fight Echo, do you know how hard it is to fight a guy who sees, like, everything!?”

“He’s blind,” Bengal deadpanned, and Volt gestured wildly.

“DO YOU SEE WHY THAT’S AN ISSUE FOR ME!? No one told me and-” He huffed.

“Sorry that I was the perfect disappointment,” Bengal muttered, turning around and stripping off the rest of the suit. “The agency is reviewing my employment. Probably because I keep losing to you. So you better get used to Echo, Kuso, and Jumper.”

Volt didn’t respond and Bengal thought for a brief moment that he had crawled back out the window. He turned around and found Volt looking somehow happier than he had over the last few fights.

“You have a tail,” he squeaked, eyes so wide that they might have popped out of his head. Bengal stepped backward, glaring.

He was still wearing boxers, but they didn’t exactly have enough room for him to tuck the tail away like his hero suit did.

“Yeah, cat powers. I have cat things. I think we’ve been through this- Don’t come closer!” Bengal pulled out the claws again, stopping Volt as he stepped forward.

“Can I touch it!?”

“No! No you can’t touch it! Get out of-” Bengal watched Volt dig into the same pocket as last time and hissed loudly. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Volt grinned and ran at Bengal, ignoring his hisses and screeches while he chased him out of the room and through his apartment.

“Hereeee kitty, kitty!” He chased him to the balcony, watching as Bengal climbed up on it and balanced without issue. “Your tail! That’s why you’re such a grade A klutz!” Volt smacked himself on the head. “Duh! Man, I can’t believe I didn’t think about that!”

“Why do you care!?” Bengal looked honestly upset, and that immediately put Volt off. He lowered his hands.

“What do you-”

“Are you going to go and tell all of the other villains? ‘Just bring catnip and he’ll be distracted long enough for you to kill him,’ or grab my tail and pull and it’ll really fucking hurt-”

“Why would I tell anyone any of that?” Volt raised a brow. “The only thing people talk about is how off balance you are, you know.” Bengal seemed to calm down, crouching on the railing.

“Just..leave,” He muttered, and Volt gestured for Bengal to come down, showing that his hands were free of catnip.

“Walk me out?”

“Fine,” Bengal huffed, slipping off of the railing and walking back to the bedroom. There was a moment where he truly believed that Volt was trying to give him time alone- And then he yanked backwards, Volt sitting on his bed and pulling him into his lap.

“You son of a-” Volt grinned at him as he began to scratch just above Bengal's tail. He held back a delighted squeal as Bengal leaned into him and purred.

"I’m going to kill you," Bengal mumbled into his neck, kneading his fingers into his shoulders.

"You have to keep your job, first.” Volt ran his hand up Bengal’s tail, feeling him shudder. “Or you could come have martinis in my hot tub, the invitation’s still open.” A pause. “Am I just not inviting you right?” He leaned closer to the ears on Bengals head, watching them twitch in irritation. “Pspspsps?”

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