Well Ladies And Gents I Messed Up The Ask Thing Again. The Request Was From @frenchfries893 , And They

Well ladies and gents… I messed up the ask thing again. The request was from @frenchfries893 , and they asked for a phys!cally @bused hero (courtesy of a mentor character,) and a villain finding out and becoming their caretaker… sorry if I missed anything!

No Matter the Cost

TW: death, past murder, blood, implied abuse

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They were shaking so badly, their breaths ragged, near heaving. Villain took another small step into the alley, hands out to gesture they meant no harm. Not like it really helped.

Hero was so frightened…

They had to help them. No matter what the others would think. They couldn’t leave them alone to die, not like this. And where was Superhero? It wasn’t like them to leave Hero alone for too long, or at all, really. The hero glanced to their left. And Villain involuntarily looked too.

Barely visible in the dark lay Superhero’s lifeless, crumpled corpse. The dumpster behind the them had partially caved in, they could only guess Superhero had been thrown into it. Hero took a limping step between them and Superhero. One hand became a fist. The other, latched to their shoulder.

They couldn’t leave them here, there was no doubt about it now. Villain took another step closer, then another, until they were just out of Hero’s reach. Villain lunged, wrapping their arms around Hero. The teen flinched. They thrashed, jerked, pushed—fought against their grip. But Villain wasn’t letting them go.

And slowly their attacks ceased, until Hero became a mess of tears and hiccups and blood in their arms.

“Why are you doing this?“ They were broken, quite literally beaten. They needed someone to distract them. To keep them away from… this. Hero was just a kid. They shouldn’t have to see these kinds of things. But then again, they had already seen so much because of Superhero. They had been through so much because of Superhero. And when Villain found out about Superhero’s ‘training’ sessions with Hero, they decided enough was enough.

Hero’s cries quieted as they began to drift off in the villain’s arms. And once they knew Hero was asleep, they picked them up and carried them out of the alley without so much as another sound. Villain promised themselves they would get Hero out of Superhero's grasp, whatever it would take. And they had. Superhero was dead, and Hero would never find out which of their people did it.

Villain looked down at Hero’s too skinny frame once again. They spotted the red stain on Hero’s suit, suddenly remembering where it came from.

They ran a little faster.

Part 2

Not me over here crying at this

Can you write about a Hero with a terminal illness and a Villain who didn't know about that before, idk, trying to help hero accomplish all their goals before their sickness gets the best of them? Also how about Villain finally deciding to confessing their love to Hero but chickening out last minute because they don't want to put stress from that onto Hero and regretting it when it's too late anyways, angst.

TW// Main character death, long term illnesses (sort of)

One of the greatest illusions in life is continuity. The idea of the consistent existence of something over a period of time. For humans, the greatest continuity is the consistent growth of their civilization. For individuals, it may be the day to day living. The routine stops at someplace for breakfast, the usual hours of work, and the eventual release back home. For Villain, it was the reassurance that they'd see Hero after their civilian part-time job that never paid enough. As the daytime was deemed over with the setting sun, Villain once again reunited with their typical dark-colored suit; and once again blended into the night, the Villain began the nightly show off their villainous works.

As Villain hopped up to the rooftop overlooking the bank, a familiar silhouette greeted them. They grinned, seeing the familiar billow of the dark cape against the wind. Villain could tell that Hero was tired, his shoulders slumped forwards into himself, and his head hung low, looking at the streets below. "Look who's here early? Hm? Breaking the chain today?" Villain's voice came out as a purr, as they hopped off the railing, approaching Hero.

He didn't say anything. It might've caught Villain off guard if it wasn't for the Hero slowly going quieter over the past few weeks. At first, Villain wasn't sure why, was it them? Had they done something to hurt Hero bad? Later on, Hero had reassured them that he was just dealing through a rough patch, it'll sort itself out fine. They had begun fighting less since then. If it made Hero feel better, Villain didn't mind sacrificing their oh-so-evil plans to chit-chat with their nemesis for a while after giving a few lousy punches and kicks. Those, what, half an hour of talking? had highlighted their day. After a back-breaking day at work, Hero's voice was nothing less than soothing to listen to, even if things had gotten quieter and Villain led the conversations.

Hero took a seat on the concrete railing, patting beside him for the other to take a seat. The criminal raised a brow, finding it strange. "You don't feel like exchanging hits today?" Villain joked, trying to ease the tension they sensed coming. Something was up with Hero, even a fool would notice. Hero didn't reply, looking down at the bank ahead of them. "Hero?" Villain's voice was the only thing in the quiet night for a moment, the concern in their voice had silenced any sounds that came with the night.

"I'm retiring."

The words almost felt like a joke at first. Perhaps a blooper of someone reading the wrong line, and apologizing and laughing it off. Hero didn't laugh. Villain didn't either. Their throat was too dry to do so. "Why?" Their beloved Hero didn't respond, the air around them was only filled with silence. Hero's lips pressed to a thin line, refusing to answer Villain. The criminal's voice was thick with guilt, as if they were already close to crying, "Hero, why? Did I do something? Was it your colleagues? Did they say something to you? I swear I'll-"

"I'm sick. I have been for a while and will be for however long I have left."

"That's- that's ok, I'll pay for everything. I'll give you my savings. You can't- I'm not letting you go just like this. We can get you to some good hospital in-in the states, or in England or something, I don't mind. I'll make sure you're alright."

The insistence in Villain wouldn't let up. Hero took in a sharp breath, almost sounding like a struggled wheeze, and turned to the other. There was a new look in his eyes, one that Villain hoped would always remain unfamiliar. Villain's words died in their throat, seeing the sorrow in his eyes.

"It's my last night, at work. There's nothing else you can do. I've been looking for alternatives for a while."

The Villain didn't say anything, any words of denials died in their throat, coming up as a small gasp. They knew what Hero had meant. They knew what it meant for them. The air was chillingly cold, and it stung the trail of tears down Villain's cheeks. That didn't bother them, what hurt more was the acceptance in Hero's voice. The villain was almost angry for a minute, not at Hero, but at the world at first, of how it had decided to take away someone so close to their heart. The anger towards the world dissolved as quickly as it came, and instead directed itself toward Villain. How had they not noticed how Hero was struggling the past few weeks? They thought they cared for him so much, but it didn't feel like it when Hero was slipping between their fingers, taken by whoever decided his fate for him.

"It's alright," Hero's quiet voice rose over their stormy thoughts. Villain blinked past their blurry tears, focusing on Hero again. They could make out his form trembling ever so slightly underneath his cape. Villain unclasped their own cape and draped it over him. Hero leaned into the other, resting his head on their shoulder. "You're strong, Villain. Don't linger back. I'm fine giving up my work, as long as I can spend the rest of my time with you. Just keep going."

The confession had squeezed Villain's heart, and they couldn't help but let out a small sob as they embraced Hero, burying their face into his hair. "I know. I'll stay then," they muttered, ever so softly. It almost went unheard in the night.

True to their words, Villain had stuck with Hero, even after they retired. The two spent their time going to parks, enjoying the gentle breeze, and watching parents play with their children and friends talk. The peaceful days almost felt like the calm before the storm, and the Villain should've known better. They should've known better than to wait longer to confess how much Hero truly meant to them. They regretted that they couldn't spend any more time with them. It felt like a sledgehammer to their chest, when they found the hospital room devoid of any Hero. The flowers that were once held against their chest dropped to their side.

Short Prompt #538

“HERO, GET THE HELL BACK HERE!” - the villain demanded, chasing after their much younger opponent.

The hero cackled maniacally. “AHAHAHA! I GOT YOUR SHOE, BITCH!”

DELETE THIS POST

All posts have been tw’d and are marked as tw.(trigger.here) in the tags

Ex:

tw.implied.abuse

tw.blood

And so on and so forth

I probably should’ve done the is a long time ago, but I’m going through my posts and putting trigger warnings on everything

All future posts will have them too, not to worry

Okay! It's fine if you don't know Freddy, just about a boy (about 14 years old) who was to use a walking crutch to walk and is bullied is enough. And yes, do with this what you want. You can have just angst or you can have comfort at the end or something.

What A Pain

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If he could stay in one spot all day, he’d be just fine. He wouldn’t be late to his classes, or be in someone’s way in the hallway when they needed to get somewhere. He wouldn’t be in everyone’s way. He could be normal, in a sense.

He didn’t let it stop him, being so different from the other kids. He blinked as another paper ball made contact with the back of his head. Enough of that thinking, he could hear his mother say. You’re just as great as them, if not more so.

The bell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. He gathered his things slowly, and by the time he stood up, most of the other students were already out of the classroom. He said a quick goodbye to the teacher before making his way into the hallway.

The walk through the hallway was as expected. Noisy. Chaotic. Plain-out annoying. And since the weekend was just beyond the school doors, it had been far worse than expected. Finally after several excruciating minutes, he made it out the doors and to the end of the block.

It was at least a nice day outside, he watched his fellow students run around the school yard carelessly. If he was lucky, he could go to the park and take some photos with his camera before he went to work–

“Yo Cripp, what’s happening?” Great. Guess that means no photoshoot tonight.

“Guys please, not today. Isn’t there someone else you can pick on?”

“Guys not today… Isn’t there someone else…” The mocking tone was only cut off by a chorus of laughs. Home. If he could just make it home faster. He only had a few blocks to go…

“Hey, grab him! He won’t get away that easily.”

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The dull thud reverberated through the empty trailer as he closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath, then a second. He limped the twelve steps to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack. He hissed at the sudden cool against his aching jaw, even though it felt so good. They’d hit harder than normal today, it’d probably end up as a nasty bruise by the end of the night.

He sat there for a while, only rising once from his seat when he spied a note on the stovetop.

Work called. I’ll be back as soon as my shift is over. Supper’s in the fridge. Have fun at the job!

-Mom <3

To see the note wasn’t a surprise. It was upsetting, yes, but it was expected at this point. His mom was always being called back into work because somebody called in sick at the last moment or some other excuse they pulled out of their hat of lies.

But she knew he would be excited to go to work. She was the only one who knew his secret. It was safer that way. At the thought, he began to let his powers take over. Suddenly, he was levitating. He had this secret. Something that he would never tell another soul.

He was Hero.

He flew through the house to his room, coming to a stop when he saw his uniform all laid out, ready to save the world and stop bad guys for yet another night.

He let his crutch drop to the bed. There was a peace in knowing someone cared about him, a giddiness in knowing the bully’s words were void. He smiled at that thought. Oh, if only the bullies knew who they were picking on.

And without another thought about it, he suited up and flew into the night.