#drunk hero

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Prompt 14

Villain sighed and took the glass out of their whining nemesis' hand. "That's enough, darling. You're at risk of revealing us both." They grabbed the swaying Hero by the armpits. "One more drink and it'll go straight to your head, I'm afraid."

Hero gave the villain an incredulous look.

"Ew, I'm not giving you head."

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Thought #301

"Pour me another one." Hero slurred tapping the bar.

Bartender looked them up and down and sighed, turning away from Hero.

"I heard what happened. How long have you been here?" Sidekick asked sitting next to Hero.

Hero sighed and rested their forehead on the bar. "I don't know." They said softly.

Sidekick patted Hero's back and looked at Bartender.

Bartender shook their head and put a glass in front of Hero. "It's been hours."

Sidekick looked at the glass.

"Don't worry it's water." Bartender threw their towel over their shoulder and walked towards the man at the end of the bar.

"Hero, it wasn't your fault." Sidekick said softly.

Hero's head snapped up. They grabbed the glass in front of them and glared at it. "Yes it was. I didn't recognize the threat and someone died because of it." They took a swig of the water and got up.

"Bartender put their drinks on my tab. I'll be back." Sidekick scrambled towards Hero.

Hero pushed through the door and stumbled onto the street. Sidekick followed after them grabbing Hero's arm.

"No one would have seen it coming. It wasn't your fault." Sidekick repeated pulling Hero away from the road.

"I don't believe you." Hero closed their eyes as their knees buckled.

"Whoa." Sidekick caught Hero and sighed. "Damn it. Let's get you home."

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Prompt #24

Villain raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. “Are you drunk?”

“Does it matter?” Hero replied with a slight slur, “we’re all doomed to die alone anyways. What’s the point of my job if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor? Has the life I’ve succumbed myself to contribute so less to my happiness? Are humanity and I to forever wilt in this parasitical relationship the media has gilded? Could the idea of karma only exist to ease the minds of those who have been wronged?” Hero paused for a moment to catch her breath, which her amused fiancé took as an opportunity to interject.

“I think it’s time for bed, —”

“What?” the crime-fighter asked, snapping out of her dazed stance and now fully listening to her partner.

The criminal laughed. “Let’s get in bed, love.”

[mirohtron]

tw/cw: drinking, self destructive behaviour sorta

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Ah. So this was how they would find their enemy's civilian identity.

The hero was like a child when they were drunk.

"Y...youuuuu." Their pointing finger was as wobbly as their feet on the ground. "Are very...f...fam...mmmiliar. How do you spell familiar...iar? Familiarar. Er." That finger folded too, until their hand was a fist with skin cut at the knuckles. They punched the villain's chest. Very weakly. "Pillow."

"Chest." The villain's brow rose. "Pillows aren't very hard, I presume."

"Oh!" The hero's brows furrowed. "You...fight me every other day." They giggled. "Oh my god. You fight me every day." They kept giggling. Then their expression turned sombre. "We should be fighting right now."

"No. Why are you out?"

"Vodka."

The villain tapped the hero's forehead experimentally and the hero didn't question it. Instead they swayed back and forth. If it hadn't been for the voice the villain would've never figured it out that this was the bane of their existence.

The hero began humming along to the song coming from the bar. The city was small. Maybe the villain had walked past the hero several times as a civilian and never noticed. They certainly weren't very special-looking, despite all the extraordinary power that was just below their skin. Flowing through their veins. Power strong enough that if there were any gods people would say one was the hero's patron.

The villain tapped the hero's forehead again, and again, nothing. Piss drunk, they were. Oddly quiet as a drunk too. The hero should apply that to their sober self.

The hero grinned stupidly when they swayed.

They should get home.

"Is anybody with you?"

"Nope!"

"Can you...go home?"

"Mhm. Drop me off."

The villain blinked. They weren't completely against the idea. God knew the number of villains who'd find a drunk civilian to take. No god from their place would know the things they would do if they found out the drunk civilian was the loathsome, righteous person jailing people of their resistance.

"How drunk are you?"

"What?"

"You're insane for asking me that."

The hero looked hurt.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"You are a...terrific...ally horrible neme—nemeses."

"Nemesis."

"Nemenesis."

The villain sighed.

"V...very mean. I don't recommend."

The villain shot them a look that hopefully communicated the 'are you serious?' that was floating around in their mind.

"Aren't you gonna...mm...kill me...?"

"Ate some chocolate. Decided I wouldn't pick violence today."

The hero frowned. If they had puppy ears they'd be drooping right now. "I want chocolate."

The villain nodded to at least make it look like they cared. They didn't, really. They cared more about why the hero was drinking out when they didn't even modify their voice in any way and this part of the city was crawling with crooks and copycats of dangerous villains. Villains the hero had jailed.

The hero somehow managed to fold their arms in the clumsiest way the villain had ever seen. "I tried buying. I think I should have...rrrobbed the guy. Who took the last bar."

"Oh?" The villain straightened. The hero's eyed widened like they shouldn't have said that.

"Not in front of a bar!" they whispered secretively. "What if they think I was wait—waiting to go rogue?"

Rogue? The villain considered prodding.

"What, did the agency turn on you?"

"S, s, sort...of?"

Something panged in the villain's chest immediately. Surprise. They were not expecting an answer...that quickly. Piss drunk. Right. Vulnerable.

...rogue.

Negotiable. The morning after.

"I should take you home."

"Nope!"

The villain glared. "You'd rather get killed?"

"Mhm."

The villain forced them to let them take the hero home either way.

"You don't seriously live in a motel."

"Don't. They pulled my place from me."

The villain hid a stupid, soft gasp as a small cough. Vulnerable. Piss drunk.

"You won't remember this?"

The hero started giggling again. "Nope." The giggles turned into chortling. The hero touched their cheek. "Oh my god, I won't remember."

What an idiotic drunk. The villain pat their head somewhat condescendingly. Not like they could help it. They got them some water and helped them into bed.

"...you went out alone on purpose, didn't you?"

"Toooooo get drunk. Yes."

The villain stared at the hero. Unkempt. Nearly homeless. Drunk at a shady bar.

"Lack of agency made you self destructive."

The hero didn't deny it. Instead the happy expression dropped and they pulled the tattered covers closer to their face. How fragile. It made their heart squeeze but they wouldn't let the voice inside their head point it out.

"You didn't try coming to me because...?"

"I didn't want to die last Tuesday."

Five days of no agency?

"God, hero."

"What's that? Go...dog? You mean that?"

Not the same place. The villain pat their head.

"Let's hope you remember just enough to call me."

"Mhm." The hero stayed quiet and stared up at the grimey ceiling. "Will you...still talk? With me?"

"I need you to shut up." Just the question made their heart squeeze again. They didn't even want to look at the sad look on the hero's face. Some reminder that they...cared. What a weird fucking concept. "I'd rather you don't start venting to me when you're not in the right mind."

The hero blinked. Processed what they said. They smiled. "That's nice. Thank you."

The hero asked them to stay until they fell asleep. The villain tapped their foot impatiently and left a card beside their bed. Just so they wouldn't spend another night in a dingy motel. Or try to get murdered in some alleyway.

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Prompt 269

"Hello, criminal underworld!" The hero slurred from the front of the bar. "I'd like you to know that I appreciate *hic* every one of you that I've arrested. Even the *hic* ugly ones."

They raised a glass. "Here's to many more arrests!"

The patrons shared a glance.

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“I’m sorry the hero you’re looking for can’t come on to the phone right now,” the villain nonchalantly answered, giving a side eye to the figure slumped over their shoulders. “Why? Because your dear, all mighty hero is drunk.” 

Swiping the call to the side, the villain sighed, shoving the cell back into the hero’s jacket. This was a long night, arguing with their significant other, getting thrown out of the house by them. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough; they bumped into a rather tipsy hero in a bar a few street down from their apartment.  

Sighing once again, Villain unceremoniously shoved Hero in the passenger’s seat, ignoring the broken groan from the hero’s lips. Buckling them up in place, the villain turned to the wheel, setting off to the hero’s apartment.

Christ. What am doing, driving this kid home. Ughh. This was a mistake. 

“Ple- please...”

“What?”

“Plea- please...”

“Great, sleep talking. Great! Peachy even. What am I? Your moth-”

“P- please don’t- I- I’m s-sor- I’ll... I’ll be g-good...” 

Pulling over, the villain looked on in horror at the hero, listening to their slurred mumbling. It didn’t seem right with their complexion or behaviour. Hesitantly, Villain reached out to the hero’s flushed cheek.

“Hey. Hey- Christ. [Hero], you’re burning up!”

The hero couldn’t hear them past their own hauntings. Curling up as much as they could in their position, they continued murmuring, begging. Their very being shivered, despite the heat radiating off their forehead.

Nope, nopenopenope. 

“Stay with me [Hero],” the villain chided, draping their jacket over their feverish enemy. Getting back on to the road, the villain sped off, driving Hero to the nearest hospital. 

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Prompt #1665

“Drink this,” the villain ordered, shoving a glass of water into their hand. “Then eat this,” they pressed a slice of bread into their hand, “and try not to throw up on my carpet. I just got it dry-cleaned from the last time you bled all over it.”

“…thankssss.”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet. Once you’ve slept this off and sobered up, you are officially my prisoner. It feels a little like cheating to capture you when you’re this far gone, but hey, what is villainy for if not breaking unspoken social rules?”

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Thought #205

Warnings: drinking

Superhero sat at their desk in the control room of their base. They ran their hand through their hair and took a deep breath.

It had been a long night of organizing missions and tracking their enemies.

Their phone started to ring. They looked down at it and saw Hero calling them.

They looked confused at their phone.

Hero was supposed to be taking a night off. They had been in a hard mission a couple nights ago that shook them.

Really badly. They were off their game and just needed a day off.

Superhero sighed and answered the phone.

"Hello Hero..."

"Villain please you need to listen to me. I didn't mean to do what I did. I promise I didn't." Hero started to cry.

Superhero motioned to Sidekick. "Find where Hero is." They whispered.

Sidekick nodded and started typing furiously.

"Please answer me Villain." Hero slurred into the phone.

Drunk. They were drunk.

"What's going on?" Superhero said softly. "You aren't on the phone with Villain. It's me. Superhero."

"Don't lie to me." Hero yelled. "I know I'm talking to Villain. I have to be talking to them. I need to..." Hero started sobbing again.

Superhero looked at Sidekick. Sidekick nodded and pointed to the main screen. It showed Hero behind a bar in the city.

Superhero nodded and started walking fast toward the garage.

"I'm sorry." Hero said softly.

"About what?" Superhero asked jumping into a car.

"For not telling you how badly I feel about the last time we met. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't want to hurt you. I love you Villain."

Superhero took a deep breath and drove down the street towards the bar.

"Please say something." Hero begged.

"Hero you aren't talking to Villain." Superhero pulled up to the bar and put it in park.

"I'm not?" Hero asked softly. "But I need to."

Hero hung up the phone and Superhero stepped out of the car. They made their way to the back of the bar and found Hero curled up holding their phone. They were sobbing and holding a wine bottle.

Superhero stopped.

Villain was standing by Hero's side.

"How long have you been here?" They asked them stepping to Hero's side.

"I was at this bar when Hero arrived. They got drunk before they could find me and when they did they ran out here."

Villain sighed. "I wasn't next to them until they hung up with you. But I did hear what they were saying."

Superhero knelt down in front of Hero. Hero looked up at them and covered their face.

Superhero pulled them into their arms and stood.

"Did you talk to them?" Superhero asked as Villain took the wine bottle from Hero's hand.

"I did."

Superhero started walking towards their car.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you say?"

Villain followed them to the car. They took a deep breath. "I told them I love them back."

Superhero loaded Hero into the backseat. They stood and smiled at Villain. They opened the passenger door and motioned for Villain to get in.

"Do you want to tell them again when they're sober?"

Villain chuckled. "I would love to."