#scared villain

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3341

"Hide me," the villain begged. "Please-"

"Aw, is this the consequences of your own actions come back to bite? You made yourself into a sex symbol to get the populace on your side, and now you can deal with that."

"You knew this would happen-"

"And so what if I did? It's not my job to save you from your own sex appeal. In fact, I think I'm going to enjoy watching your own admirers tear you apart."

[sunset-kisses-vibes]

Prompt #3

TW: major character death, villain whumpee, prophecies, burning, angst, family angst, mention of death, mention of trauma, mention of failure, hero is a horrible mother, beheading.

“Villain…you need to stop th-“ oh how much did he hear this sentence. So many times, over and over again. Same thing being repeated, like a broken loop. His response will always be a scoff or a shrug but this time? This time Villain had enough of it.

“No no. How about YOU stop?! Hm??? I listened to you, I always did but look to where it got me. I tried, I tried to please them. I tried so hard to please you! All you did is see the flaws and the little mistakes. Never, never have I ever heard you be proud of me.

While those two go around, staining our family name with mud and filth. You take it all on me. This is all your damn fault!” He yells and shouts. His eyes staring dead into his said ‘mother’ and all Hero can see is a hurt, lonely and scared little boy. His eye bags were swollen and black, like all the missing light in his eyes were trapped under those awful bags. And all she could do is stare into what used to be eyes that held so much life and emotions inside them. Now they were black as the dead of night, like looking into a shattered glass with so many missing pieces. What had she done? What was so important that she needed to betray him like this?

“ I didn’t mean too. Villain please, you’re my boy-“ a humorless laugh escaped Villain’s lungs, like it was forced out of him. It made her flinch and back away, not seeing the glint of guilt in his eyes, however it disappeared as soon as it came.

“ just lose the act already. We all know you took me in out of pity, you only wanted to look good in the front page of an aging newspaper. Oh how can a hero like you ever leave a suffering child in pit of his own fate!? “ he mocks as he held back his tears. No, not ever again will he submit to this woman’s dirty lies. He will not be used and forgotten ever again.

Hero saw it, a quick flash in his dull eyes. There was a young boy, sitting on the ground and holding his knees up to his chest. The boy was skinny, too skinny and pale. His knees were shaking, along with the rest of his fragile looking body. Crying, his broken sobs were loud, unstable and tiring his small body apart but what caught her attention more was that little boy was faceless. She can only see his head and the rest was covered, yet she could still tell who he was. How could a hero such as herself do this? Isn’t she supposed to prevent this? Protecting those who needed security but to him, she became a villain. Someone who hurt the villain the most.

“I’m sorry.. I know it won’t cut it, it wouldn’t have helped but please..Villain, you’re my little prince. I wanted to protect you, from them. They were gonna use you, break you to nothing! I needed t-“

“What were you trying to protect me from?! My own right or the lies you made me believe? “ his mockery continues, trying as hard as he could to push her off her breaking point, oh to hear her scowl him again would make it more real. Villain felt like his head was floating in a water tank, trapped, little to no control and he couldn’t stop it. He prayed this was all just a sick dream, he should wake up soon, with warm arms around him and a calming scent cover the area; home.

But this is no nightmare, this is all real and somehow, this was worse. Villain would rather live a lie than believe what’s around is in fact all true. His mother standing there, a once beautiful field of green grass is burning to crisps around them. If you’d listen closely, people were giving out their last cries and beg for someone to save them. Villain was the cause of this: just like what the prophecy claimed.

“I didn’t want this to happen. I thought, I would be normal like you, like our family. I thought if I follow the prophecy, I could control it..” Villain finally releases his tears. He cried, he cried until he could only see the blurriness of the burning world around him. He cried until his body couldn’t hold his weight anymore. Than, he whispers pathetically. Hero almost didn’t hear it.

“Please Mama, I’m scared”

Willingly, Hero open her arms wide and pulled her boy into her motherly embrace. He clings to her like a life line, he let’s out his heart wrenching sobs and all Hero could do is caress his tear stained cheek. She whispers sweet nothings until he was calm enough.

“If the boy doesn’t feel the world’s warmth, than he’ll burn it to the ground to get it.” A familiar sound of ringing metal filled the Villain’s ears. His shoulders tense but he couldn’t pull away from his mother’s harsh grip. His bones shook like leaves and the only sound he could make is a breathless whine.

“ I’m so sorry, my boy but there’s a prophecy to fulfill.” She raises the sword to the sky as she looked down to her son but her eyes had nothing in them, not even a single tear was shed. With a quick swing of the blade, Villain’s head met the ground with a pitiful thud.

“You were made into it but I was born to defeat you. Even if you were one of my own”

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[equestrianwritingsstuff]

For that follower game thing... The song 'Battle Cry' by Imagine Dragons, and villain.

Fear Driven

I love Imagine Dragons! Awesome workout songs and great for singing in your head when riding your fourwheeler and horse (or pretending to ride your horse while walking... story of reasons for another day).

Warnings: intensive talk of death, fear, and threats, death threats, character in a trance-like state, fear

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Some argue that people don't kill others just for the sheer shrill of watching the light leave one's eyes. The undocumented pain that no autopsy can describe. The way that the body slumps lifeless to the ground, tears brimming the victim's eyes as their last breath leaves their pale lips.

There is a reason why one causes chaos. A reason for the death numbers increasing substantially. A reason that children are terrified to walk to school by themselves. There is a reason for all villainous acts committed by these seemingly soulless people.

Like every science experiment, small factors can change the outcome. Does the new criminal in town have unsatisfied revenge? Do they have a grudge against the city mayor? Or do they just need to get their anger out?

Or, in some instances, were their actions driven by fear and threats not for personal reasons?

Did that fear escalate into something bigger than the, "Kill that person, and I won't hurt you" threat?

Did it turn into a ticking bomb? Did it turn the innocent civilian into a full-fledge villain?

Did it make them unstoppable, knowing that if they faltered or stopped or quit they would be killed?

Or worse, their loved ones.

Did the public opinion of them- the press's proclamation that neither hell nor heaven wanted them that molded their mind into thinking that no one could save them?

Did it actually make villainy turn into a loved hobby?

Or did they just want that fire out?

We don't know. No one really does, not even Villain- the poor, unfortunate soul that we are speaking of.

The way threats wove their way into Villain's soul and actions like poison almost made it seem like the villain loved this. Which, in an unhealthy way, they did. It kept that poison at bay and allowed them to peacefully watch the stars at night.

Yet it was an act. They were afraid. Villain was afraid.

Their fake persona- the black masked villainous character that haunted children and adults alike- was a shield. A protection against death looming over them.

But the master was fear, which made understanding the real person under that costume, difficult.

Hero stared at the completely zoned-out villain with curiosity in their gaze. A silver jeweled dagger laid clattered on the ground next to their knees and the villain knelt, defeated.

Hero narrowed their gray eyes even further. Villain was so vulnerable, so vulnerable that unless something was wrong, they should be aware of it. Yet, their eyes. The dull brown eyes that just watched Hero's legs with no intent made it clear that Villain was hardly conscious of their predicament.

Hero crouched down next to Villain, feeling for the cold dagger. Upon grabbing it, they placed it under Villain's chin.

But there was absolutely no reaction. No flicker of emotion.

Not even nervousness.

Their eyes were long tunnels, so long that you couldn't even see the light when you turned to look at the entrance.

Hero blinked and lightly pinched Villain's cheek. A twitch, but no other reaction.

"Villain?"

That woke their nemesis up. The villain jerked away, staring at Hero like a deer in headlights. Pure terror replaced that emotionless gaze their eyes previously held.

"I-i-i-i," was the only broken sentence Villain was able to spit out.

"Villain?" A quizical ask.

"I didn't do it," Villain looked down at their lap, brow furrowing. "I need to." Villain stood up on shaky legs, forgetting about the potentially dangerous presence and walked away.

"Villain?"

"I made myself into this," Villain's voice hardened as it snapped back into reality, but only for a moment. It shortly faltered back into the raspy hum, "I made myself into a devil."

"You need help-"

"No one can help me, no one can save me," Villain's eyes filled up with tears. "But I can save them." Villain looked up, "I won't let them die. I need to kill them."

Villain turned around slowly, their left hand cradling their right elbow as they stumbled off, mouth hanging open and chin quivering.

And Hero decided right then and there.

Villain was driven by fear.

[morallygreyprompts]

A Villain Buying Hero Gifts To Win Their Love

(@snowflake4275​ Here’s your ask) A villian bean, who is in love with their hero but has bad love in the past that manipulated them into believing that all a lover wants to be shown love is gifts or else they will reject and leave them so keeps buying/stealing the hero stuff and sending it through the mail and the hero figures it out, loves them back and had known about the villain’s past and is like “shh shh you dont need to buy anything and you’re not doing this right….here you already tried to love me so let me love you!” --

You wanted a bean? You got a BEAN! I almost made myself cry, so I hope you like it as much as I do.

It hadn’t taken Hero long to figure it out. When the beautiful gifts they received changed from bought to a mixture of them and extremely rare stolen goods, it clicked into place. At least they hoped it had, getting this wrong would be awkward, to say the least.

Hero took a few photos of the gifts on their mobile and made their way to Villain’s base. They didn’t feel the need to arm themselves, Villain was usually good to them, a little bashful and timid and just adorable. Hero smiled thinking about them, but the sheer volume of gifts they were receiving was way too much. If they didn’t talk this through now Hero couldn’t be able to get into their own house. This was a daily occurrence now.

When Hero knocked on the door, they didn’t expect to hear frantic scrambling, a panicked voice.

“[Villain], are you… okay?” Hero asked slowly.

The door opened, with Villain looking a little windswept and a nervous look on their face. Hero could see the sweat forming on their brow.

“Can I come in? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about, these gifts I think you’re sending me-”

“It’s not enough, is it? Y.you need more?” Villain rushed. They winced and covered their face. “Stupid! I’m sorry, [Hero], I. I can do better-”

“Woah, woah, easy!” Hero soothed. They took Villain by the wrists, gently moving them from Villain’s face.

“It’s okay, [Villain], it’s. It’s really not that.” They let go of Villain’s wrists, and Villain almost reached out for their hand.

“O.okay, come on in, please.” They sounded so afraid, so nervous, it was almost a whimper.

Hero made their way inside. Villain rushed to plump-up cushions and offer them a drink. Hero wanted them nowhere near hot water int his state.

“It’s okay, I just had one before I came here. Will you sit down, I just want to talk.”

Villain sat opposite them as if it had been an order. They wrung their hands out, not quite finding their courage to look up.

“[Villain], are you okay?” Hero asked gently, leaning forward.

“Fine,” they smiled weakly. Hero wasn’t buying it.

They took a deep breath. “You’ve been giving me all those wonderful presents?”

“Mmhm,” they answered, looking around, anywhere, anywhere but at Hero’s face.

Hero wasn’t sure how to go about this. “But… why? There’s so many...”

“You want less? I. I can do less! I can make them better-”

“Woah, [Villain], slow down,” Hero said softly. “I don’t mean it like that… do you… do you love me, is that it?”

Villain nodded. They looked ready to cry. “More than anything...”

Hero smiled gently at them. “Okay, that’s. That’s honestly so good to hear… [Villain], I care about you too, but why have you given me so many things? I’d just like to know.”

Villain looked at them in astonishment, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “T.to win your love, to… to keep you, that’s what you do. You buy them things, anything and everything they want. I didn’t do enough last time- b.but I love you more! I. I want to be able to be with you [Hero]... Please, tell me what I can do to win you-”

They were shaking. What on Earth… Oh...

Last time.

Hero got off the seat and crouched down beside Villain, cupping their cheek. They leaned into it. “Hey,” Hero said softly. “I do not need gifts, not one, you understand me. Your ex demanded things all the time, huh?”

Villain nodded, looking a little calmer under Hero’s touch. “Nothing was enough… I don’t want to lose you too.”

“[Villain], sweetheart, I’m sorry but that wasn’t love that your ex had for you. They used you. Love is so much kinder, I can show you. It’s meant to make you happy, not scared.”

“I… I’m doing it wrong?” A sob escaped them. Hero had to wrap them in a hug, they just couldn’t wait seeing that look in Villain’s eyes. They held them close as Villain slipped out the chair to get closer to them.

“I don’t need gifts to love you. I love you because of who you are, you’re a good person. Shh, don’t cry, I’ve got you.”

Villain looked up at them with tears pouring down their face. “I.I’m sorry.”

Hero held them tighter and dared to kiss their forehead. “I don’t need gifts, but if it makes you feel more reassured then you can. Let me love you, [Villain]. Let me show you what real love is, okay?”

Villain held tight to them. “O.okay...”

Hero rocked them back and forth slightly, with a gentle hand on the back of their head. “I love you so much.”

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[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3138

“Hey,” the hero murmured. “It’s okay if you don’t want to look—just hide your face in my chest. We’re going to be fine. I’ve had a lot of practice at flying, more than any pilot, so this is basically the safest flight you could possibly be on.”

The villain, despite themself, could feel their heart rate slowly dropping. “Keep talking,” they begged, tossing every iota of their badass persona aside. “Dear god, please keep talking.”

“We’re going to touch down soon—you only have a few minutes left to endure. You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #2944

“Please don’t kill me,” the villain begged. “Please, mercy, mercy, I- I can’t die yet, I-”

The superhero frowned, their bunched fist dropping to their side. “Excuse me?”

Oh, god. They probably hated begging. They were probably going to make it hurt worse. The villain whimpered. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-”

They crouched down, head cocked, expression...soft? “Kid, I don’t kill people. Who on earth told you that I did?”

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Summer of Whump #11: Branding

Warnings: maybe a creepy hero whumper

Villain screamed, loud and clear as the heros shoved a burning metal into their arm. They clenched their teeth. Don't fight back, don't fight back. It's a test... it's a...

Villain screamed again, agony cutting off their thoughts. They balled their fists as another white flash of pain exploded in their eyes.

Then it stopped and Villain collapsed forward, only to be caught and held by one of them. They sniffled and turn their face towards the young hero's shoulder. They were about the same age, nineteen, and Villain always tried to seek comfort in them.

"Well, well," the leader purred, but their was a hint of disappointment in their voice. "Looks like you passed. There is hope for you after all."

Villain only nodded and tried to hold back tears. Even with the initial pain of contact gone, it was still there, egging them to lash out. They curled their fingers into Hero's shoulder blade. The hero stiffened and gently shook to make Villain stop.

"Now," Leader bent down and pressed their finger into Villain's newly burned flesh. They let out a whimper and shuffled closer to Hero.

"You are just like us," they whispered into Villain's ear. "You have our mark." Leader rolled up their sleeve to reveal their own mark, a wolf with the letter "H" in its forehead.

Villain tried to not to notice the difference. Leader's was a tattoo. So was Hero's. And so was everyone else's. But Villain's was a brand. Excruciating painful and forced. Yes, they wanted to be a hero more than anything, but it was just so... unnecessary.

"I hope you sleep well tonight knowing that it fact are one of us," Leader murmured, causing Villain to press closer into Hero's body.

"Because you worthless runt is gonna need it for your next mission," Leader grabbed Villain's earlobe and pulled harshly down. Villain clenched their teeth and took in shuddering breaths.

"Scared?" Leader stood up and kicked Villain directly in the ribs. "Because you won't-"

"Enough," Hero suddenly cut in, glaring daggers at Leader who stepped backwards and scowled.

"Hero, don't you dare..." Leader warned.

"Just don't taunt them," Hero adjusted Villain so that they could protect them better. Villain nestled close to them, to scared and hurt to do much else.

"You aren't in charge here," Leader stepped forward again.

"Nor are you," Hero reached backwards for their phone. "I can just contact the authorities at Organization and send a picture of evidence. You job will be over, my friend."

"Gah," Leader exclaimed and stomped towards the door. "I want them gone by tonight or- or..." Leader trailed off before resuming their warning, "I don't care about the authorities." And they left the room.

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #2623

“Don’t lie to me,” the villain snapped. “I know your commanders are planning to kill me. Just tell me how they’re going to do it. Please. I’d- I need to know.”