Hi I really like your stuff. It'd be cool to see another one where Villain kidnaps an obviously burnt out Hero or otherwise forces them to take a freaking break. Or perhaps Hero does the same for a clearly exhausted Villain.
(may or may not be inspired by my current death by college essay + way too much else)
Hi there friend! I can absolutely write this for you! I adore this scenario so much. I’m so sorry you’re going through it yourself though, it’s awful irl. I hope this snippet helps, here you go!
Break or Burn-Out
“Hero…”
Hero ignored Villain. They zipped to and fro in their workroom, pulling blue string across different photographs. They had ran out of red string, and they hadn’t had time to buy more yet. So blue string it was.
“Hero.”
Hero pulled the cap off of a marker with their teeth, circling important newspaper clippings. They went to put the marker down, but wait, where was the cap? Hero searched and searched the mess of papers on their workbench.
“Hero!”
Hero jumped, the marker’s cap falling out of their mouth. Ah, there it was. They bent down and slid it on the marker until they heard a click. They picked up a mug of tepid tea and drank all of it in one gulp. They made their way back to the board, but promptly bumped into Villain’s chest.
Villain looked down at them with a mixture of sternness and concern. They took Hero’s wrists in their hand.
“You need to stop,” they said, “I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes. When was the last time you took a break?”
“No time for breaks,” Hero said.
They tried to free their wrists from Villain’s grip, but it was as though their own strength had been sapped by tepid tea and blue string.
“Supervillain is going to strike in three days, I have to expose them before that happens.”
Hero swayed a little on their feet. They shook their head, and let ice flow through their hands. Villain yelped, letting go of Hero’s wrists. Hero pushed past them and returned to the board. They read the news article pinned there.
City in shock as Supervillain destroys beloved monument-
City in shock as Supervillain de-
City in shock-
Shock in city as destroys Super-
Hero must have read the same sentence at least five times, but it wasn’t sinking in at all. What did sink in, however, was the needle Villain had just jabbed into the back of their shoulder.
Hero took far too long to react to it. They rounded on Villain, the turning motion making them dizzy.
“Hey!” Hero said indignantly.
Villain watched them with their arms folded across their chest.
“That is going to kick in in two minutes,” they said, “I suggest you lay down before that happens.”
“Psh. Two minutes is two minutes,” Hero huffed, “you can’t stop me that easily.”
They turned their attention back to the article.
City in shock as Supervillain destroys beloved monument to Hero. Several attendees were injured, with three in critical condition.
City in shock as Supervillain-
C… sh… S…mon.. att…
Hero shook their head, blinking rapidly in hopes to clear their vision. The words on the paper looked much smaller than before, like everything was zoomed out. The letters were also wiggling around for some reason.
“You said two minutes…” Hero muttered, feeling their knees buckle.
Villain caught them in one swift movement.
“Did I?” Villain asked, “hm. How curious.”
They repositioned them so that Hero was supported in a bridal carry.
“Justsetmeonthecouch,” Hero slurred in defeat.
“I don’t think so,” Villain asked, “I have a better idea.”
Hero’s brow couldn’t furrow, and their lips wouldn’t part to ask what they meant. Their body relaxed of its own accord. Their eyes fluttered shut, refusing to open back up. They went under to a gentle rocking sensation.
…
Hero blinked the sleep from their eyes, staring up at a chrome ceiling.
“Where’m I?” they groaned.
Hero already knew the answer, of course, but maybe, just maybe, Villain hadn’t done what-
“My base,” Villain replied.
Never mind. Villain had totally done what Hero was afraid of them doing. Hero glanced at the screen on the wall. It had the date and time in a large font. Hero’s bleary eyes widened.
“How much stuff did you give me!?” they asked.
Villain pushed themselves off the doorway they had been leaning on. They approached Hero in a few short strides.
“I only gave you enough to knock you out for two hours,” they said, “but you slept for over thirteen. Your mind and body were completely spent, Hero.”
“Not true,” Hero argued, “my mind was still sharp as a tack!”
“Is that why you were circling the ‘free puppy’ ads instead of information regarding your Supervillain case?” Villain asked.
“Supervillain,” Hero breathed.
They pushed up in an attempt to assume a sitting position. Thick, thermal straps immediately stopped them from doing so. Hero’s gaze bounced from the restraints to Villain and back again.
“Do you mind?” they asked, nodding to the straps.
Villain blinked, glancing down at them.
“Of course,” they said.
Villain reached down, but instead of removing the restraints, they pulled a soft, plush blanket up to Hero’s chin.
“Don’t want you catching a cold.” They smiled.
“That isn’t what I meant!”
Villain stood, adjusting their gloves. They checked the time. They started to leave.
“Wait! Villain! You have to let me go! Supervillain-”
Villain turned on their heel, eyes burning like an all-consuming wildfire.
“I do not want to hear one more thing about Supervillain,” they said, “I don’t want their name to pass your lips. The only thing you’re going to do is rest. Understood?”
“But the attack-”
“Hero, so help me, I will drug you again and stuff you in a straitjacket!” Villain shouted, “you are exhausted. You’re burnt out. You did all you could and then some. I don’t need you to die trying to prevent one crime.”
They opened their mouth, then closed it. They approached the bed again and tucked a strand of hair behind Hero’s ear.
“I’m taking over your little investigation,” they said, “I’ll handle everything. Rest. That’s not a suggestion.”
At that, Villain finally left the room, closing the door behind them and locking it with a click. With all other options taken from them, Hero finally relaxed with the assurance that Villain would take care of things. Would take care of them.
Writeblr Art Trade Submission- Art Trade of Terror
Due to some extenuating circumstances, I've got one more (very late) submission for October's art trade!
Presenting @hurtwithallthecomfort 's OC, Julius! He seemed like the type of fella to have fun in a pumpkin patch, so I put him in one (he may or may not be waiting for the Great Pumpkin but shhhhh)
I used my storymatic cards to come up with this one! Enjoy!
“Say goodbye to your city, Hero,” Villain cackled, “once I’m done with you, no one will be able to- what is this?”
Hero had shoved a folded piece of paper into Villain’s hands. They didn’t say anything despite Villain’s raised brow. The latter rolled their eyes at the former and opened it.
“Really, darling, passing notes in class?” they asked, but read the paper all the same.
To Whom It May Concern,
Please excuse Hero from crime-fighting from June 27th to July 5th due to medical complications related to their injuries.
Signed, Doctor
East City Clinic
“What the heck?” Villain blurted.
Hero was already walking away.
“Don’t you turn your back on me!” Villain grabbed Hero by the shoulder and spun them around, “explain yourself!”
“What’s there to explain?” Hero asked flatly, “I can’t fight you today, I have a doctor’s note.”
“Wha- but- are you serious!?”
“It’s completely legal, Villain, and you have to honor it.”
“The heck I do!” Villain disintegrated the note into dust with their powers, “now, back to what we’re here for-”
Hero shoved another, identical note into Villain’s hand, which earned them a loud curse from the criminal.
“I’ve made copies, a lot of copies,” Hero said, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go rest up. Doctor’s orders.”
Villain was about to destroy the second note when the glint of a deliciously devious idea shone in their eyes.
“Oh, very well,” they sighed in a dramatic fashion, “if you must, you must. We can’t go against the word of a medical professional, now can we?”
“Exactly,” Hero said, walking away once more, “see you next- gah!”
Villain chuckled. It was just too easy. They pocketed the now-empty syringe into a compartment in their utility belt.
“Villain! I just said-”
“You have to rest, doctor’s orders, I know,” Villain grinned, “but your precious physician didn’t say where you had to do so. And I feel such dreadful guilt over causing those injuries of yours, it only makes sense that I would facilitate your recovery. Besides, you need someone to look after you.”
“I do not!” Hero slurred, wobbling on unsteady feet, “you just… wanted an… excuse to… mm…”
Hero collapsed right into Villain’s waiting arms. Villain tutted, shaking their head.
“Look at you, all tuckered out,” they cooed, “I told you we shouldn’t fight today.”
Hero opened their mouth, no doubt to take Villain’s bait, but they just couldn’t get the words out. They gave Villain one last indignant look before going under. Villain watched Hero’s expression shift from frustration to the peaceful calm brought on by a deep sleep.
Villain practically skipped off of the rooftop. They deposited Hero in their car, which had been disguised as an ordinary station wagon. As soon as Villain’s hands were on the wheel, the vehicle shifted into something much more sleek and dark. They began the trip back to their lair, humming along to their custom playlist. All the while, Hero slept on, with at least five copies of their doctor’s note sticking out of their suit pocket.
Caretaker is overheard saying they're going to "take care of" Whumpee. Whumpee thinks this means they're about to get seriously hurt or straight up killed, when all Caretaker meant was patch them up and help them get better
Could you maybe write something about a villain with hypnotic powers who lives with their lover (hero or civilian I don't care 🤷🏻♀️) but they lover has no idea they're the villain. And one day they discover the truth (see them in suit but without the mask, find a secret passage in their home....whatever) and the villain quickly tries to use their powers on them to make them forget ?
No pressure of course, and thanks for your time 🐔🐔
Hi Anons! I am going to combine your requests, since they all have to do with hero x villain hypnosis! I hope you enjoy!
Ouroboros
Villain heard the crash just as they had pulled their mask off. They froze, not daring to turn their head and reveal their bare face.
“What are you doing in my house?” Civilian’s voice demanded.
They seemed a lot braver than Villain had assumed they would be in a scenario like this.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Villain said slowly, “just turn around and go back the way you came.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so. You picked the wrong place to rob.”
Villain didn’t have time to slip their mask back on before an ice beam hit them in the back, knocking them to the ground.
Civilian, no, Hero, was on top of them in an instant.
“Where do you get the nerve to break in? I have a private life you know!”
Civilian was Hero. Hero was Civilian. This day just got better and better, didn’t it? Villain screwed their eyes shut as their lover turned them over. They just knew Hero was holding in a gasp.
“I can explain-”
“Y-you’re-”
Villain dared to open their eyes. Their heart split open. Hero was slowly climbing off of them and backing away. That tough façade was gone, it had vanished without a trace. Their lover was afraid of them.
“Civilian, I can explain,” Villain repeated.
They tried to stand up in the most non-threatening manner they could manage. Hero’s eyes were wide as saucers, and they had formed a long icicle in one hand and ice shards in the other.
“Stay away from me,” Hero said quietly.
“Hero, please,” Villain tried, “it’s not what it looks like. I promise.”
“It looks like my lover of five years is my enemy,” Hero said.
Villain shook off the sting of Hero’s words.
“I didn’t know you were Hero,” they said, “please just put the ice down, we can talk about this.”
They took a step forward. Bad idea. Hero flung the ice shards at them and bolted down the hallway, jumping over the shattered mug of tea they had dropped at the start of all this. Villain glanced down at it. That mug had been an anniversary present. Villain cursed, and rushed after their beloved.
They grabbed Hero and whirled them around, pulling them in close. They held them still with an arm locked around their waist.
“Look at me,” Villain ordered.
“Let me go, you sick snake!” Hero shouted.
Tears brimmed in Hero’s eyes as Villain tried to meet them. They struggled fiercely in their grip, but unlike Villain, Hero didn’t have enhanced strength.
“Look at me!” Villain snapped.
Hero shrank in on themselves as much as Villain’s grip would allow. The guilt bubbled up in Villain’s gut; Hero met their eyes.
Villain let their eyes begin to shimmer and swirl, unblinking. The patterns reflected in Hero’s pupils, and they could feel Hero growing still and pliant in their hold.
“Shhh,” Villain soothed, “settle down, Hero. None of this happened. The past hour is going to vanish from your mind, never to return. I am not Villain. I am your lover, you are my world. I would never hurt you.”
Technically, Villain’s hypnotic power and their snake-like abilities were from two separate sources, but most people just assumed they were of one power. People really didn’t know much about snakes. Like how snakes couldn’t actually hypnotize anything, or how they didn’t have eyelids, or how they weren’t all vicious monsters determined to seduce, deceive, and hurt the creatures around them. It seemed like Hero had fallen for the last stereotype, though. It broke Villain’s heart to see them so afraid. They wished they could hypnotize themselves to forget as well.
Hero had significantly calmed down as Villain rubbed their back and hummed against them.
“Go to sleep,” Villain said, “my words will solidify when you wake.”
They caught Hero as they went limp in their hold. The expression on their face was peaceful, with no hint of fear or hurt visible anywhere. The gentle rise and fall of their chest helped Villain settle down as well.
They carried Hero back down the hall to their shared bedroom. Villain lay them on the bed and returned to their office to remove their suit. They pressed a panel on the wall and hid their secret in the compartment that opened from the detection of their biometrics.
Villain closed the panel and left their office. They opened their mouth, their tongue morphing into a forked shape just long enough to taste the air. Cinnamon and vanilla, that would be Hero asleep in the next room over; lemon, the soap bar in the bathroom; citrus and spice… the tea on the floor.
Villain went over to clean up the mess when they heard footsteps behind them.
“Other Civilian?” Hero yawned, “what happened?”
Villain looked down at the mug fragments in their hands, then back at Hero.
“I was bringing you a drink,” Villain lied, “I guess it got away from me.”
Hero chuckled sleepily. It was adorable. They came over, eyeing the carpet.
“Hm. Stained.”
“I’m sure we can get it out with something,” Villain said, “I can go buy some carpet cleaner and-”
Hero cupped the side of Villain’s face and kissed them. They took the hallway rug and dragged it over the stain.
“There, now it’s our little secret,” Hero said with a smile.
Hero passed them and led the way to the kitchen. Villain followed.
“But definitely pick up some carpet cleaner!” Hero called over their shoulder.
“You got it,” Villain smiled.
They held the mug fragments over the trash can. They stared at each cracked ceramic piece. They pulled away, setting them on the counter.
“Other Civilian?” Hero asked, tilting their head.
“It’s special,” Villain said, “I’m going to try to fix it.”
“You’re so sweet,” Hero said, “I’m so lucky to have you.”
Hero started making themselves lunch for the second time that day. Villain didn’t stop them. They just got out the superglue while the guilt swallowed them whole.
Villain drugging Hero with a relatively slow-acting sedative, then scolding them for not paying attention to (and/or nodding off during) their evil monologue
This is one is pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!
Just a little farther. Hero could practically feel the sunlight outside. Put one foot in front of the other and-
They bumped into a broad chest covered by folded arms.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Villain quirked a brow.
Hero gave them a pitiful look, then went to move past them. They had their hand on the doorknob. They had just opened the door when Villain’s hand pushed it shut once more.
“What part of, ‘you’re dangerously ill’ did you not understand?”
Hero blinked up at them. Villain looked upset about something, but the truth was, Hero could barely register anything they were saying. They could hear them, but they couldn’t remember what the words meant.
“Outside,” Hero mumbled, going for the doorknob again, “crime.”
Villain scoffed. Without warning, Hero’s world tilted on its axis. They whined as their head spun from the change. Villain held Hero snug against their chest, leaving no room for escape.
“The only crime that you need to worry about is the crime I’m going to commit if you don’t get your little self back in bed and stay there.”
Hero’s brow furrowed. They didn’t catch all of that. It sounded like some kind of threat, but they weren’t sure.
Villain began to carry them back up the stairs, the very stairs they had worked so hard to climb down.
“Noooo,” Hero whimpered.
They struggled in Villain’s grip, but they were no match for their lover’s strength, especially in their current state. Before long, they had been deposited back in bed. The same bed they had been in for the last week. They were sick of it. They wanted out, and they wanted out now.
…
Villain tilted Hero’s chin up and frowned. Their eyes were glassy and unfocused.
“You’re still in that @#$% daze,” Villain sighed.
“Crime,” Hero mumbled.
They tried getting out of their bed again. Villain maneuvered them back in for the fifth time that morning.
“You can’t fight crime right now,” Villain said, “your powers are weak, and you’re sicker than a Victorian orphan. besides, no criminal is going to take you seriously in your pajamas.”
Hero sat up. Villain pushed them back down. Hero didn’t like that.
“Kidnapper,” they hissed.
“Okay.” Villain rolled their eyes, “you need a nap.”
Hero sat up again, and this time, Villain didn’t stop them. They just shoved a spoonful of medicine into their open mouth. They pressed their hand over Hero’s lips.
“Mm!!”
“Swallow. Do not try to spit it out,” Villain ordered.
Hero didn’t have much choice, if they wanted to breathe, that is. The congestion in their nose made the decision for them. Hero swallowed and grimaced. Satisfied, Villain removed their hand from Hero’s face, allowing them to shake their head and stick their tongue out.
“Poison!”
“Mm. Here’s the antidote.”
Villain handed them a juice box which had already been prepped for them. Hero took it and slurped the citrus-flavored contents down through the little plastic straw.
Their eyelids drooped. They yawned, and despite their infuriating antics, it was pretty cute. Villain guided them back down against the pillows just as their glazed eyes fluttered shut. Sheesh.
