#villian trope

[thegirlwholived1213]

Prompt #3: Stars

The sick, warm sensation of crimson blood seeped into Villian's jeans as they knelt, cradling Hero's limp form in their lap. Hero squirmed in their grasp, closed fists trembling. A truly pitiful sight.

"Now will you tell me who sent you?" Villain pressed; voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Or-organization." Hero coughed, gasping as the silver blade was yanked from their chest. They attempted to sit up, Villain pulling them close.

"Shh, you did so well." They cooed, carding a slender hand through their sweat-covered hair.

"V-villain? Can I.."

'Yes, Hero, anything. What can I give you?"

"I-" They coughed, scarlet blood filling their throat.

"Stars."

Villian sat, cradling their form for a moment before comprehension plastered their face and they glanced up. Sure enough, the tree they were under was blocking the view of the night sky. Villian gently stood, Hero's expected exclamations absent. A short brisk walk to a grassy hill left the sky open and exposed, stars burning unusually bright above. Hero's face softened, eyes dimming as the stars reflected back from their tears. They coughed once, a meek convulsion, and the blood stopped draining from the wound. Their head lolled back, stars still reflecting off their unseeing gaze. Villian cradled their limp form.

Now they finally knew who Hero worked for, and they swore to themselves:

They would kill every last person who sent kids to fight their own battles.

[made-with-magic]

The "youngest ceo" villain trope character says anything:

Me: shut up you're wearing a hoodie and a blazer at the same time

[thegirlwholived1213]

Appendicitis Pt. 3

Here's Pt. 1 Here's Pt. 2

Here we go! you asked, and I'm happy to deliver! Decided whether or not I wanted this to happen, but I was bored and ended up keeping it! This one is shorter, but I hope you enjoy!!

CW: Hospital setting, waking up during surgery, lmk if I need to add others idrk what else to put

"........Heartbeat increasing......"

"...Medic......."

"...asleep......they need........"

"I don't usually........."

Villian felt their consciousness returning, sure they were in recovery. They remembered Hero finding them in the street, the gas flowing into their nose, and then... now. Light shone above, casting a pink glow that Villian could see behind their eyelids. The beep of the heart monitor pulsed steadily behind the conversation they could barely focus on.

"They need more, where is it?" An unfamiliar voice demanded; their question followed by a 'plop'.

"I don't know, but it's out. Good thing, too. It looks like it's going to burst any minute now."

"Hero, they're going to wake up, their heart rate is increasing..!"

There was a pause, and Villian felt eyes on them.

"I think they already have... Villian?"

A small voice in Villian's head told them that Hero wanted their attention, that they should respond, and they forced their drooping eyelids open.

"Shit... Medic, we need that anesthesia right now."

Villian watched Hero drop something shining from their hand and turn to Villain's head. A tiny, almost foreign bloom of panic and confusion. They looked side to side and strained to force their muscles to obey. Hero noticed, placing a gentle yet firm hand on their shoulder.

"Can't have you doing that, you need to stay down."

Villian tried to argue but their lips seemed unresponsive, only managing a weak groan.

"I know, I'm sorry. Are you in pain?"

Villian looked around with a frantic gaze, breath quickening, and panic pulling them away as they tried to command their body to move, but it wouldn't obey.

"Hey, hey focus in. Blink once if you're in pain, twice if you aren't.

Villian blinked twice and Hero breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Found it!" The other person announced, and they crossed around Villian to the IV stand. Villian's gaze followed the other person and to the tin on the table next to them. They couldn't focus enough to try and understand what it could-

"Hey, hey no don't look over there, look up, look at me."

Villian obeyed and Hero nodded.

"Okay, all hooked up! About thirty seconds." The other person proclaimed.

"nnn...not.....done?" Villian slurred, fatigue already pulling them down as Hero shook their head.

"See you on the other side, Villian."

lmk if you'd like to see a Pt. 4! :)

[thegirlwholived1213]

Fireworks Hide Gunshots

TW: Gun, noncon (Not sexual), restraining, death threat

Colorful lights burst above the crowded streets, and children ducked in and out of the masses, squealing as they twirled sparklers in the air. The night filled with the 'oohs' and 'Ahs' of spectators, everywhere packed with families both standing in the road and sitting in lawn chairs as the residents watched the light shows.

With the hustle and crowds of the holiday, nobody paid much attention to Hero who was darting in between the crowd. They constantly glanced over their shoulder, the bright burst of fireworks illuminating the street under their feet as they ran. The warm summer air tousled their hair as they streaked through the masses and watched the silhouettes of the suburban houses fly past. They rounded a corner, eyes gluing onto their own house down the street.

The footsteps behind them grew louder, and they couldn't contain their shriek as Villain barreled into them. The crime-fighter gasped as they hit the pavement, elbows and knees scraping the asphalt. Villain slammed Hero's wrists above their head with one arm and drew a pistol with the other, the cold barrel resting on Hero's temple as they sneered from above.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now." They smirked, Hero wriggling in their steel grasp.

"Everyone will hear you." Hero hissed, eyes glowing with fear and rage, and Villain chuckled.

"Oh Hero, don't you get it?"

Villain loomed in, inches away from Hero's face.

"Fireworks hide gunshots."

[thegirlwholived1213]

Hello! You don't have to answer this but- can we get Appendicitis part two pretty please? It's really interesting

Of course! thanks Anon, I am really excited about this one! Hope this satisfies! :)

Here's Pt. 1 Here's Pt. 3

Appendicitis Pt. 2

CW: Vomiting mention, appendicitis symptoms, hospital setting

"Villian.....Villain...... Villain!"

Villain returned to consciousness all too soon, Hero gently shaking their shoulder. As soon as they came to full conscience, they squeezed their eyes shut again, the pain having managed to seem to have doubled since the dark of unconsciousness took them into her depths. Villain brought their hands to gently cradle their abdomen, seeking any form of relief.

"Woah, woah slow down, you'll make it worse."

"I- I d-don't care... just m-make it stop." Villain pleaded.

"Look, I'm trying, but you need to stay quiet, we're almost there."

"Almost whe-" Villain tried to argue but cut themselves off, a wave of nausea washing over them. Hero watched their face pale, sinking to their knees and guiding Villain over the pavement just before they lost the contents of their stomach. Hero watched with concern, unsure of what to do. They had never seen Villain so vulnerable, so... ordinary.

Hero scoured their memories, recalling a week in middle school when they had stayed home from school because of nausea. They remembered their mother gently rubbing her hand over young Hero's back and found their own hand doing the same for Villain who had shrunk against them, body quivering. They stayed there for a few moments, Villain's shaking only increasing as Hero stood again and kept their brisk pace down the streets and alleys.

Villain managed to keep most of their pains behind gritted teeth, occasionally releasing a wince or whimper.

"I know, I'm keeping as steady as I can," Hero apologized as they neared a tall building with tinted windows and black push-through doors, "But if we don't hurry your appendix could burst, and then everything gets so much worse. You won't make it to a hospital, so I guess the team and I will have to handle this ourselves. You'll need immediate surgery."

"S-surgery?! N-no let me...let me go- mph.." Hero pulled Villain closer, their weak protests doing little as Hero placed a hand over their mouth.

"Nonsense, this isn't negotiable."

They walked through the doors, Villain's eyes flicking around wildly as they clutched their stomach. Different members of Hero's team walked back and forth. A few Villian recognized, but most he'd never seen before. It was humiliating, really. Their nemesis carried them from room to room as the stabbing agony only managed to worsen, and Villian didn't even feel the tears until they dripped onto Hero's shirt and their own hands. They tried to focus on the conversations rippling around them, to examine Hero's team and their expressions, but their vision started to blur and swirl. All the details started to fade until a silence filled their ears. Hero lay them down on a table and Villian let their head fall back against the metal.

A bright light flicked on above their head and they squinted, whimpering at the sudden change.

"Okay Villian, this strap is going to go over your chest, just to make sure you don't fall off, okay?"

VIllian managed a weak nod and heard the Velcro tear away from itself as Hero pulled it over their chest.

"h-hero-"

"Shh, breathe." VIllian felt the silicone of a mask move over their nose, and the smell of gas filled their lungs. Another person took their arm and began running a cotton swab over the middle of their forearm. They could faintly hear Hero counting in the background, the black around their vision pulling in.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six........"

Villain's eyes closed just before five, and Hero watched their body go slack. Medic inserted the IV, and Hero began prepping for surgery when Sidekick came in the room. Hero motioned for them to help with the scrubs and they did so, tying the loops behind Hero's head.

"Why are you helping them, again? They don't deserve saving." Sidekick growled, shooting a glare toward Villian's limp form. Hero pulled the mask over their nose, eyes flicking to the scar on Sidekicks jaw before responding.

"They may not, but if we don't try it makes us just as villainous."

Lmk if you'd like a Pt. 3! I really like where this one is going! :)

[thegirlwholived1213]

hi! I heard you write villain x hero prompts, maybe a hero-turned-villain that's trying to get hero to stop being the martyr, and just live happily ☆

I really should be typing up Appendicitis Pt. 4, but I just haven't had the motivation. Lots of you want it, so I'll try to get it up tonight, but for now have this! Thanks for the ask Anon, I had a lot of fun.

“Hey boss, Henchman is here to see you. You have a, uh, visitor.” 

Villain scowled, gaze lifting from their work to Sidekick at the door. 

“Tell them I’m busy, I’ll reschedule.” Villain truly wasn't sure who was here at this late hour but figured they must have forgotten an appointment. 

“Well, sir, you see…”

“Come on, Sidekick, out with it..!”

“It’s Hero, sir.”

“...what?” 

“It’s Hero, they snuck in.” 

“Hero? Like Hero, Hero? Aren’t they all the way..”

“Yes, I’m not sure why they’re across the city.”

“Yes, well…send them in.” Villain reached into their desk drawer, placing their mask over their eyes. 

Sidekick nodded, opening the door to let in Henchman who towered over Hero and easily yanked them into the room by the upper arm. 

“Sit.” Villain gestured to the armchair opposite their desk and Henchman shoved the crime fighter into the cushioned seat. Hero’s eyes burned into Villain’s as Villain stood. 

“Leave us.” They held their hands in front of them, suit folding neatly under their hands as Henchman and Sidekick exited, leaving Villain alone with Hero. 

“So, what do I owe the… pleasure.. of your visit, Hero? You’re pretty far from your sector.” Villain walked lazily around the desk, catching Hero’s wrist as Hero sprung up to strike. They pulled away, anger twisting into fear, and Villain tilted their concealed face. 

“In fact, I’m not even sure I’ve met you before, Hero.” 

Villain reached up, pulling off Hero’s own mask. Villain traced their young features, index finger grazing their jawline over a cut they must have received breaking in. Hero straightened and pulled away, trying to yank out of Villain’s grasp. 

“You haven’t spoken, kid. Cat got your tongue?” 

They only glared, and Villain pulled away their own mask with a sigh. The hero visibly paled, trying again to pull away. 

“Hero?” 

Villain shook their head. “It’s Villain now.” 

“They- they said you were dead…”

“Suprise. Will you sit now, or do I have to stand here and hold your hand?” Villain’s eyebrows raised and Hero slowly sat into the seat. Villain crossed back to their desk, pulling a water bottle from the drawer and tossing it to Hero who fumbled with the bottle as they caught it. 

“Why-”

“Why am I giving you help? Kid, my fight isn’t with you. This isn’t even your sector, plus you look like you’re barely out of high school. What are you even doing picking fights you can’t win?” 

“Superhero told me to,” they answered, warily uncapping the bottle and taking a sip before chugging the whole thing in three big gulps. “But what happened to you? You… you weren’t a villain, you were one of us.” 

“Yeah, trust me kid, with the shit I’ve seen you’d be a bad person too. My recommendation? Go home.”

“No, I can’t just go, Super-” 

“Now you listen to me.” Villain’s tone darkened and Hero immediately silenced themselves, shrinking into the chair. Villain sighed, pulling a hand over their face. 

“The last thing this city needs is more kids out fighting Superhero’s battles. Go. Home. find a normal job, and settle down. Go finish school. Trust me, the benefits you might be told you’ll receive after your time is up aren’t worth it.” 

“But-”

“Shush. Do you really think that, in the unlikely situation that you survive past thirty and manage to retire, people like me won’t still try and pick fights with you?” 

Hero’s mouth opened and closed, a response caught in their throat. 

“Exactly. Go. Home.” Villain stood, crossing the room and opening the door. Hero hesitated, standing. 

“I can have you escorted, though if that is necessary I cannot promise that the cut on your jaw will be your only injury.” 

Hero sighed, walking out the door. 

“Henchman will show you out. I suggest you don’t come back, I’ll have Henchman drive you home.” Henchman nodded, placing a much gentler hand on Hero’s shoulder than their previous grasp. 

Villain watched the hero leave, hoping that the Hero would listen to them and take the chance that Villain never had. 

[goofygoldengirl]

Maybe the reason why I don't like Charmcaster's arc is that I'm getting tired of the insanity is brought on by the lust for power trope.