Writing Prompt #2

Writing Prompt #2

“Hey wait a minute, aren’t you supposed to be one of the good guys?”

“Well yes, but—Well technically— I suppose so? Look kid, don’t make me question my morals. At this point, all I’m doing is my best.”

You haven’t been allowed to be Human in a while, huh?(Hero x Villain)

Tw : (Implied Self H@rm, Implied Child Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts,  Self Destructive Behaviours)

Please let me know if I missed any warnings!!

Please proceed with caution.

With the cold air around them and the hand wrapped around their collar, Hero knew this was the end. They had already been taking too many risks, and had foolishly thought that they could take Villain in their tired state.

Hero had been working overtime for a couple of months now, working into the late hours of the night. Crime rates had been rising and The Organization needed to assure the public by giving a couple of the heroes, Hero included extra shifts. It had most certainly worked, the public was a lot calmer and the press wasn’t giving The Organization such a hard time anymore.

But this too had it’s inevitable side-effects. The plummeting of Hero’ mental and physical health being one of them. Hero had caught the other heroes, most of them being in their early twenties like them, almost passing out.

They had managed to convince Side-kick, who was on the verge of hospitalization to give their shift up for the night. It had taken a lot of convincing but knowing that Side-kick was sound asleep in their apartment was so worth it.

But it wasn’t only their physical health and sleep schedule that had taken a fuck ton of damage, it was also their mental health.

Hero had been struggling a lot recently. Having lost one of their closest friends, not being able to save some civilians and being punished for their failures and suffering a lot of fatal wounds. They had turned to old habits. While Hero had promised themselves and their friends that they would stop they couldn’t.

They were exhausted.

So now, they were laying on their back on a rooftop, below the boot of Villain, who was looking down at them with a look Hero couldn’t quite read. But it was far more gentle than it was condescending.

“ And here I was, excited for a fight.”

Hero could only look to the side, their lip bleeding and a small bruise appearing on their cheek. Hits they would never take that easily on a normal day.

“What are you waiting for..”

Villain looked at them from above, a look of curiosity taking over their features. Hero would have noticed if their vision hadn’t blurred.

“..Kill me.”

Hero broke at that moment. They just couldn’t do it. Hot tears they couldn’t stop anymore finally slipping down their cheeks. Villain finally took their boot of their chest which allowed Hero to get themselves into a sitting position and pull themselves into a ball. Hero tried their damn best to not show their crying face to Villain, who would definitely make fun of them for it.

…

Just a few weeks before the incident and before The Organization gave Hero the extra shifts.

Villain and Hero in their ususal suits, but not fighting like usual. Instead, they were seated on top of The Soccer Stadium, watching the game. They were having fun, eating popcorn and watching their teams from a far. Who would be surprised that they were supporting opposite teams?

“HAHA! Take that.”

Villain said as the team they supported scored a goal against the opposite team, making Hero pout slightly, their cheeks looking rather squeezable.

“Cute..” Villain thought to themselves.

As the game went on, the colder the weather got. And Hero, who did not support warm clothes like Villain, teared up slightly when a breeze went by. Villain obviously noticing this, decided to take a jab at Hero.

“ What?! A soccer game made you cry?”

Villain said in a mocking tone. But it wasn’t taken in the way they wanted, the remark had bought dark memories into Hero’s head and made them shiver.

“Something this stupid made you cry you damn brat? I will give you a real reason to cry if you don’t shut up.”

Hero immediately stood up in a panic and walked away.

“W-where are you going?”

Villain said, surprised by hero’s sudden movement. Looking at Hero while a look of worry took over their features. They got up and almost ran to catch up with Hero.

“I-I have some duties to attend to. Have fun watching the g-game.” Hero barely got out between ragged breaths and teleported away before Villain could even get a word out.

Villain saw Hero in more instances after that, but Hero was always already gone before Villain could even say anything or would just flat out ignore them during their fights.

Hero always looked more and more tired.

…

Villain couldn’t do anything for a moment while Hero was having a mental breakdown right before them. They felt everything freeze until they composed themselves and kneeled to Hero’s level.

Before engulfing them in a hug.

Surprised, Hero jerked back for a moment before accepting defeat and slumping into their nemesis’ arms. Sobs wrecking their body and shivering, Hero felt relieved for the first time in a while.

Villain on the other hand, was confused as all hell. They could do nothing but listened as Hero slowly calmed down, none of them knowing how much time had passed. They didn’t care either.

Once they had calmed down enough, Hero slowly pulled away from Villain, feeling a loss of warmth in the process. Looking up at them, Hero spoke, their voice shaky and raspy;

“I am sorry. For..for getting emotional like this.”

Villain looked baffled.

“Did you just seriously apologize.”

“..Yes?”

“Why the hell are apologizing? You had let me cry into your stupidly strong arms just last week! So why, why in the god damn earth are you apologizing for having emotions?”

Villain let out their frustration, getting into Hero’s face and holding them by their shoulders. They shook them between every word to get Hero to understand. Since they clearly couldn’t understand basic self care.

“I-I thought you found me and my stupid emotions stupid that’s all.. and I just..”

Hero kept mumbling to themselves about their feelings and basically degrading themselves for being human. Villain’s brain tuned out all noise for a hot minute.

How could someone so kind, so sweet and so bright talk about themselves that way? Hero was so many people’s, including Villain’s, sunshine. And seeing them like this, broke Villain’s closed off heart.

“..just thought you didn’t want to deal with me and- and just should’ve killed me off f-for the better you-”

“Hero.”

Hero’s mumbling stopped. Their breath hitched and shaking stopped.

“..You haven’t been allowed to be human in a while, huh?”

Hero broke down for the second time that night. Their cries louder, their shaking worse and their grip on Villain’s shirt tighter. Villain’s heart broke to pieces as Hero told them about everything. 

About their long un-ending hours of work, their nightmares and..

and how much they wished Villain had killed them.

After a long while of getting everything out, Hero grew tired. They inevitably fell asleep in Villain’s arms. Hoisting them up in their arms, Villain took a look at Hero’s face.

Red cheeks and nose, tear marks and the dark circles under their closed eyes. How hadn’t Villain notices earlier? How Hero looked so damn tired. How their reaction time was longer, their moves sloppier and how they couldn’t even keep their eyes open in most fights.

But now, Villain ignored those thoughts as they walked towards the stairs to get to their car. Villain was bringing Hero to their apartment and no way were they going to walk all that distance with passed out Hero in their arms.

Villain thought, trying to humour themselves. But now that they thought about it, Hero was considerably light for someone their height. 

Another thing I have to talk to them about.

Can you do something with Freddy Freeman from shazam pls. Like something that mainly focuses on his disability and angst with some comfort at the end-

I am sorry, dear anon. I have never watched this movie and I don’t know the characters. Apologies. I could write a dynamic in which a character (or multiple characters) has a disability or chronic disease, if you would ever so want?

Hmm how about a hero x villain thing where hero realises villain is actually a good, caring parent?

Or something that has to do with telepathy?

I am out of ideas ;-;

Your writing is amazing though, keep it up and thank you so much for posting it!

🍫🍪🍰🌹🌷

What Are We, One Year from Now?

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“So… where have you been? It’s been a week since we last fought and— wait, you’re not avoiding me, are you?”

“Why are you here, exactly?” The villain stood on the front steps of their home, thoroughly annoyed by their unwelcomed guest. They held a stack of unopened letters in one hand, the other on the doorknob, a clear sign they wanted out of the conversation.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you avoiding me?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier just to take the answer from my brain?”

“Thought it would be better to ask first,” The hero gave them a small but genuine smile. “Figured I’d get more results that way then dealing with mental walls and making you angry.”

Villain wasn’t avoiding them per-say, they had just been a little busy. But they couldn’t say that out loud because well, if the hero asked what they were doing they couldn’t lie, Hero would know. Having a nemesis with telepathy really was the worst.

“I- Something came up.“

“For an entire week?”

“Y-Yes. Look, I’m not making plans or hiding out or anything. I should be back to doing my criminal deeds by the beginning of next week. But for now-”

“Daddy?”

A little child that couldn’t be any more than four years old appeared at the pair’s feet, wrapping her arm around the villan’s leg. The little girl looked up at Hero, rubbing the sleepiness out of her sapphire eyes. And for the first time since Hero met Villain, the criminal looked truly afraid.

“Yeah baby, you need something?” The villain crouched down to her level, the hero momentarily forgotten. His voice became laced a level of with care and concern Hero didn’t know was possible.

“My tummy still hurts daddy.” The girl coughed.

“I know baby. Do you want to try some soup? C’mon, I’ll go make you some.”

“What about— *cough*—what about them?”

The villain turned to Hero, his face a mix of pleading, concerned, and terrified at the same time. I’d never dare harm them, you know that

Villain seemed to relax slightly at the hero’s message, opening the door to let them pass into the house. Villain led the way to the kitchen, only pausing once to ask the child to go wake her brother. And she did, leaving the two adults in the kitchen alone.

Villain knew Hero would have a lot of questions for them. How old are they, is the home safe, who’s the mother, is she alive or dead, are they really his kids—

“Do they know?” Hero started softly.

Wow, out of all of the questions they could’ve asked... “No. If I can help it, they never will,” Villain grabbed a small pot and a can of chicken noodle soup. “Her brother starts school in a year, and I plan to be out of the villain life by then.”

“A year? You mean-”

“Yes. A year from now I will be a normal civilian living a normal life being a normal father. I’ll have a normal job and live in a normal house.” Villain’s vision blurred as the tears began. “A year from now you and I…”

Villain’s voice cracked and Hero’s heart wrenched in two. They knew him, Villain was giving up everything they’d ever known for these kids, even if he didn’t have to. “That doesn’t have to be true. I’m still here, we could work something out.”

“Like what? There’s no idea or plan I haven’t thought up where this ends well for us. It just-” And suddenly Hero was beside him, a finger hooked under his chin. His breathing nearly stopped at Hero’s sudden proximity. Villain wanted this. They wanted Hero to hold him in their arms and tell him it would be all right. To look him in the eye and he know it would turn out okay. But… they couldn’t do this to them. There was no situation where they could be together, not without putting someone in danger. They couldn’t do that to them.

It took a moment to register the arm snaking around his waist, pulling them closer, closer, closer, until their chests were touching. “What if,” The hero’s voice was a hushed whisper as they removed their finger from under Villain’s chin, bringing it up to their own face. To their mask. “I did this?” And with deliberate slowness, the mask came off.

The villain started when a high pitched gasp came from across the room. The noise was soon mixed with muffled giggles and the sound of small feet running. The villain turned just in time to see a little boy turning down the hall and out of view. Moments later his daughter appeared, all wide-eyed and excited, tentatively coming up to the pair. Her brother came up behind her, peeking over her shoulder shyly.

“Mx. Hero, —*cough*— aren’t you supposed to be in love with —*cough*— with Villain?”

“I was supposed to but… I fell in love with your dad instead.”

And Villain was sure the blush taking over his face was warmer than the soup cooking on the stove.

I meant to post this yesterday sorry ;-;

okay Hear Me Out. cat!villain getting teased by hero bc of their cat ears and villain keeps covering their eyes w their ears bc of it (bc their cat ears r . unfairly adorably huge). Yes and hero loves it whenever their scratching causes the villain to purr

Hero sipped on their coffee quietly.

The villain was still asleep, their body rolled in the covers and pressed up against Hero’s side. They were drowning in the expanse of the fabric, with only their head sticking out. Hero observed them, lips pulled into a brief smile at the adorable display they were greeted by each morning.

Their ears were twitching occasionally, and Hero could tell they were dreaming. They softly scratched at their head, and the villain stirred immediately.

“Did I wake you?” The hero stopped their affectionate touch, but their hand didn’t leave their head. “Sorry.”

Villain’s eyes cracked open, and they groggily groaned under their breath, muffled by the covers. They nuzzled closer into Hero’s chest, disoriented from their awakening. Hero stroked their ears as an apology, and Villain’s chest began vibrating in delight.

“You’re purring again,” the hero grinned, and Villain replied with a soft huff.

“No I’m not.”

Hero discarded their coffee mug down on the bedside table, and gently rubbed both of Villain’s ears with their fingers, coaxing them out from their sleeping place. Villain’s nose wrinkled and they shuddered, shooting them a weak glare.

“Stop that.”

Hero continued to smile, cooing softly under their breath. The villain was still purring, and their cheeks had gone a delightful shade of red.

“But you’re so cute,” they hummed, scratching at a spot they knew the villain liked. “I can’t help myself.”

Villain squirmed in embarrassment, and wormed their way under the covers.

Snippet #1

TW: light description of injuries

“I’m not as bad as the others say, you know.” Villain tried.

“Quiet, Villan.” Hero’s Sidekick barked.

“Ooh, so scary. Truly, I’m shaking in my boots.” Villain’s Sidekick scoffed.

The cuffs rattling was the only other sound as the group made their way through the hospital wing.

“If you just talk to Hero-“

Hero’s Sidekick cut Villan’s plea off. “I’ll do what I want, thank you.” Villain sighed. There really was no way to get anything through their thick skull. Just like Hero warned.

Hero’s Sidekick opened a door at the end of the hall, shoving Villain through before entering themselves. “Thank you, Hero’s Sidekick. You can take Villain’s Sidekick to the medbay and check over their wounds.”

Out of the corner of their eye Villan saw their sidekick and Hero’s Sidekick back out of the room. Villain wasn’t for sure, but they could’ve sworn they heard one of the sidekicks whispering. Something about going somewhere private.

“I figured they could use some time alone.” The Hero clarified after the door closed. They stood, crossing the room to get a proper look at Villain. The Villain felt hands— ever so lightly— brush against theirs, the handcuffs clattering on the floor a heartbeat later. Villain didn’t dare look up.

“Look at me.”

Villain wrapped their arms around Hero instead.

“Hey,” The hero lifted the villan’s chin. Shallow cuts, split lip. A black eye. Tears rolling down their face. “Look at me.”

Their eyes met.

“Tell me who did this to you.”