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Maybe a hero who’s had a very bad day and (is on the verge of tears) only wants a hug from villain. But maybe the Villain doesn’t pick up on it and makes a snide remark or snaps at the hero and doesn’t realize until hero bursts into tears?? Fluff at the end though please!!!

So sorry if this is too specific!! Thank you if you decide to do it though! ❤️

“Hero,” the villain turns up their nose. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The hero looks tired. There are dark circles under their eyes, and a pale sheen settling over their skin, and it’s noticeable the way they have completed disregarded their mask, and stand vulnerable at their enemies feet.

They shift uncomfortably, hardly meeting Villain’s eyes. They might have laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic.

“I’m not here to fight.”

Their voice is quiet. The villain tilts their head as a wry smirk tugs at the corner of their lips.

“If I had thought you were a threat, I wouldn’t have opened the door to begin with,” they claim. Hero’s eyes seem to dim, sinking even lower to the ground. The villain studies their solemn expression, and can’t seem to understand why they’re acting like this.

“Oh,” they mumble, fiddling with their shirt. Villain’s eyes narrow. This was beginning to annoy them.

“Hero, why are you here?”

They barely even look up at them. Villain considers closing the door and going back to their evening.

“You’re acting so...pathetic,” they snarl, a scowl twisting their features. Hero winces at the tone of their voice, seemingly shrinking in on themselves. “Are you here to grovel? Are you acting?”

That pulls a reaction out of them. “I’m not acting.”

“Then why are you here?” They grit out. “You must have done something real fucking stupid to come to me and ask for my help. Do you really think I’ll do anything for you, Hero?”

Their eyes water. Hero looks horrified, and the villain mistakes the clear hurt for terror.

“I...I didn’t come to—”

Villain steps closer. “What? Have you got the cops surrounding my house? Is your little Sidekick rooting around in my office as we speak?”

The hero’s breaths becoming shallower, eyes blinking rapidly. They don’t know where to look again, and that gives Villain the answer they need.

Scoffing, they shoot them a sharp glare.

“Fuck off, Hero,” they sneer. “Don’t you dare come find me again.”

When they go to close the door, the hero leaps into action, and grips onto it firmly. Villain falters, their tongue sharp and ready to order them to let go, but they freeze.

Hero’s bottom lip is trembling, and there are tears rolling down their cheeks. When their frown melts away, the hero bursts into sobs.

“I had a bad day...” They snivelled, shakily reaching up to scrub their tears away. “That’s all...I didn’t know where else to go...”

Suddenly, the villain understands why they’re here, and their stomach coils with unwanted guilt as they listen to their broken sobs. They step closer, and don’t have to think about wrapping their arms around them and pulling them into their embrace.

The hero sobs harder, simply melting under their touch, and it’s enough to tell Villain that this was exactly what Hero needed.

They bite back a sigh, shushing them.

Villain recalls their harsh words, and analyses each sign in the hero’s body language they had so foolishly missed. They curse themselves inwardly, focusing on rubbing the hero’s back affectionately and carding a hand gently through their hair.

“Come on,” they grumble, glancing at the streets. “Let’s go inside.”

Hero doesn’t let go of them. Not even when Villain spends the night cooking them a light meal, and not even when they’re both sound asleep in each others arms.

Based on this prompt.

Thank you to my beta Soldier Blade for helping me edit :]

TW: Cursing, knives, breakdowns (I think?), etc ================================

Fleeting Moment

Hero looked dejectedly at the box sitting next to them, disappointment weighing heavy in their chest. After years of work, years of proving everyone wrong by joining HQ, they were fired. Fired for upstaging their leader. They still felt shame burn in their chest, a reminder to not get their hopes up anymore. The phantom feeling of stares, whispers echoing as they walked out of Superhero’s office. That had happened hours ago, but it still hollowed them to their core.

    They sighed deeply, leaning their head against the steering wheel of their car as the scenarios of “what will happen next?” raced through their mind. It wasn’t as if they could just get a job somewhere else, because though it pained them to admit, they weren’t good at anything else. College was out of the question, them being without any kind of stable job to fund it. Maybe  they could try and get a job that didn’t need college education? Though the salary wasn’t very good, and the money they had saved wouldn’t last long term, much to their dismay. Hero groaned in frustration, trying to will the feeling of hopelessness away as it slowly took over their thoughts.

    If Hero hadn’t been so wrapped up in their thoughts they would have noticed the group of well dressed individuals who were rapidly approaching their car, but when they did, the window of their car was smashed open and Hero was being yanked out of the gaping hole. They landed on the concrete with less grace than normal, and before they could even move they felt the tell tale cold sharpness of a blade against their neck. Hero trembled ever so slightly, gaze staying fixated on the pavement below.

    “Not so heroic, are we now?”

    Hero froze. They knew that voice, the voice of someone who they’d faced off with countless times. The voice of someone who now had the upper hand against them. The voice of Villain.

    They chuckled, though it sounded more mocking than anything. The blade shifted as they laughed, and Hero fought to stay still, to not flinch as it pressed harder against their neck. “You know it's funny, really. Just after you and your lackey’s put my friends in hospitals and prison, you come waltzing into my territory all alone.” They said, their voice harsh and seething with anger. “Yet here you are, nothing but a box of crap and an old truck to your name. What happened, Superhero got tired of you?” Hero flinched, the words feeling sharper than the knife currently close to slicing their neck. 

    Shame burned brightly, but they remained silent. Several moments passed in the quiet, nobody moved. The knife at their neck shifted and slowly lowered. Villain snapped, and one of their henchmen opened the car. Hero wanted to protest, but what could they do? It wasn’t like they could take Villain, let alone them and their henchmen. The henchperson returned, carrying their belongings. Hero winced as it was thrown to the ground with a sickening crack. Another one of the henchmen sifted through the contents. They only found a few pairs of clothes, a pitiful amount of money, and little trinkets that varied in shape and color.

    Villain bent down and grasped one of them, studying it closely. It was a small clay… shape. Like a blob of some kind. Hero had gotten it on their first mission, and they’d treasured it since. “The fuck are you trying to pull hero.” Villain growled, looking up. Hero flinched again, and any words in their throat died out at the villain's heated stare. They stood rapidly, and pulled Hero up by their collar before slamming them into Hero’s pickup truck. Hero winced at the pain that bloomed on their back.

    “I-I’m not here for any trouble..” Hero stammered, raising their hands in surrender. One of the henchmen chuckled at their cowardice, and they felt their cheeks heat up once more. Villain raised a single eyebrow, but their grip loosened ever so slightly. Hero swallowed around the lump in their throat, but continued when the other cocked their head. “Superhero decided that they didn’t need me…” They choked, blinking back the tears in their eyes. They didn’t notice Villains grip going slack, nor did they notice the confused looks of the henchmen.

    Watery tears dripped down their cheeks as the emotions they’d bottled up began to overflow. Slowly, they slid down the side of their car, curling up into a loose ball. At this point, they didn’t give two shits about those around them. If they wanted to watch the former hero sob on the asphalt, then they could. Hero wouldn’t stop them. Though they didn’t expect to feel a hand on their shoulder, nor the gentle rubbing on their back.

    Hushed whispers were heard, but they didn’t care. A cape was wrapped around their shaking body. As their sobs slowly evolved into shuddering breaths and sniffs, they let their head fall on the other person. Hero allowed themselves to relax, comforted by the warmth of the cape around them. They sighed, closing their achy eyes.

    “Go to sleep, Hero. You’ll feel better when you wake.” Villain whispered, wrapping an arm around their exhausted rival. Hero yawned, and let themselves fall unconscious in the grasp of their former enemy, calmed by the present warmth all around them. Their problems hadn't vanished, yet Hero let themselves forget them, just for a fleeting moment.

    Perhaps they would come to regret it, but they didn’t care about the future right now. Only this single, fleeting moment of comfort.

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Summary - Supervillain kidnapped Sidekick, letting Hero get away. Sidekick gets restless and angry, and Supervillain decides to play with their food.

TW - Swearing, manipulation, kidnapping

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When Sidekick woke up, their vision was blurry and faded. Memories of the past flooded into them, and their vision slowly regained. Slowly, they made out the ash-gray walls and the long dining table they sat at. Using context clues, they figured they were in a dining room. It was large and eerie, the ash-gray walls looming over them. The shadows of servants scurrying were on the walls, illuminated by the dim Moonlight cast from windows. They acted like finger puppets, each movement controlled by a puppeteer. They tried to move around, but their body ached. Moving just their hands, they realized they were tied up to the chair. They looked down at their body. Instead of their uniform, they had new, comfier clothing. It reminded them of a pajama set. Still, they shivered. it was barely warm enough for the cold aura.

“You’re quite oblivious, aren’t you?” The sudden voice knocked them off guard, and they looked in front of them. Across the giant dining table, there sat Supervillain. They looked majestic and royal, like a cruel king compared to a measly villager. “Always trying to act smart by seeing the smaller details, but too naive to see what’s in front of you.” Sidekick didn’t dare speak. After all, lowly peasants don’t speak when in the presence of a god. The servants all around them were living proof. “I always found it quite humorous. Don’t you?” Supervillain spoke elegantly, their voice as smooth as wine. They waited patiently for Sidekick to respond, but when they didn’t, they just continued, a frown evident on their face. “Disappointing. I was hoping you’d have more… resistance like Hero. Try to get out while kicking and screaming. Maybe some badmouthing here and there.”

“I’m not Hero.”

“I realized that,” they said, “but it makes it more appealing. I like challenges. You seem more quiet.” Supervillain snapped their fingers and a servant appeared, setting down a wine glass in front of them. They opened up a wine bottle and poured it for Supervillain. Sidekick distracted themselves by staring at the wine slowly emerging in the glass, its ruby color like crimson blood dripping from a wound. When the servant finished, they set the bottle on the table and sat behind Supervillain’s chair, staying by their side if they needed anything more. “Like a ragdoll,” Sidekick thought.

“You know,” Supervillain started, casually taking a sip from the glass, “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t asked any questions like a typical person.”

“I know what you do to people who step out of line.”

Supervillain set down the glass and gave a devious smile. One could mistake it for innocence if they didn’t see the devil in their eyes. “Clever. Very clever. Though, I assure you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it by now.”

“I heard you have a habit of playing with your food.” Sidekick glared but made it softer than they would with any other villain. “Manipulation’s what you’re known for, is it not?” Supervillain scoffed, seemingly offended.

“It’s not manipulation if it’s right in front of you. I’m simply toying with how the human mind works.” They took another sip. “I’m known for giving people what they want in exchange for something I want. It’s a deal, not manipulation.” They paused, then ended with a smirk. “But, then again, simple-minded people see things so dangerously. Never risking a thing and keeping themselves closed off from the world. Never let themselves get close to others to ensure they’re never tempted by said deal. I always found it amusing, don’t you?” They swirled the wine in the fancy glass, licking any residue off their teeth. “Manipulation is controlling and influencing something for your desire. Deal-making ensures both parties get what they want in the end.”

“Yet only one party gets what they truly desire. The other gets what they think they want, but they regret it in the end.” Sidekick spoke, not thinking through their anger. They glared again, this time with hatred. “What do you want from me, Supervillain.”

“Ah…” Supervillain grinned, satisfied with their response. “It took you longer than I anticipated to rile you up, but better later than never, as they say.” They snapped their fingers again, and the servant rushed to the kitchen. After a few moments, they returned with another wine glass. They set it in front of Sidekick and poured them a glass. The servant bowed to Supervillain and scampered away, leaving Sidekick and Supervillain alone. “Would you mind elaborating on your words? I don’t think I understood you the first time.”

“You trick people. You know it, I know, the whole world knows it.”

“Yet it works, doesn’t it? After all, it worked on every soul who lived to regret it, and the people who regretted it in their last breath.” Sidekick’s breathing hitched. It felt worse hearing it come out of Supervillain’s mouth. “However, we’re getting side-tracked, aren’t we?” They took a swig at the wine, finishing it off. The wine glass in front of Sidekick remained untouched.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sidekick said, seething with rage. “You like it when people ask questions, so here’s mine. Why am I here?”

“Well, since Hero decided to abandon you and save themselves, might as well have fun with it.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Oh, trust me, darling,” Supervillain said, “You will.” The following silence was awkward, a staring contest between the two. Sidekick’s gaze kept shifting between every small movement Supervillain took. They seemed relaxed yet stern, ensuring they had the upper hand. Of course, trying to find a way out was useless, but Sidekick wouldn’t lose hope.

Groaning, Sidekick tried to argue. “Hero didn’t abandon me. You set fire to a building we were patrolling in and they panicked. You can’t just blame them for that.” They breathed heavily, the fact Hero could’ve abandoned them purposely was starting to infect their mind. “They wouldn’t. There was a lot of smoke and ash, they probably thought I already got out.”

“It’s embarrassing how you keep trying to hold onto hope.”

“It’s called trust,” Sidekick retaliated. “Something you clearly don’t feel.” Supervillain glared, and Sidekick quickly shrunk under their deathly gaze.

“You’re getting annoyingly bold, aren’t you.” Supervillain thought about this. “Good. I like a cute bravado from people. Just more enjoyable to see them crumble at my hands.” Sidekick’s pupils shrunk a little. They looked at the table, their reflection haunting them in the bright red wine. “So, little Sidekick…” Without Sidekick knowing, Supervillain got up and stalked towards them. Supervillain’s hand grazed their cheek, but Sidekick refused to flinch. They didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing their fear. “You wanted to know what I’m going to do with you, right?” Reluctantly, Sidekick nodded. Chuckling, Supervillain walked being Sidekick’s tied-up figure and messed with their hair, twirling it around their fingers.

“I’m going to break you.”

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for once I actually feel proud of my writing- I liked how this one came out. also, huge thanks to @avvail for the writing prompt! Check them out, they make great ones for hero x villain tropes.

prompt #75

The sidekick can feel a horrible, high pitched ringing in their ears. Fire and flame lick at their skin, charred and dirty with thick smoke. They can barely manage a hoarse wheeze, before something hard presses down on their back.

“I was hoping to catch Hero,” the supervillain murmured under their breath, and the sidekick’s throat closed up under those intense eyes. “But I suppose you’ll do.”

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“I have people worth fighting for. I have the agency–”

“A corrupt system.”

“Hero and Other Hero–”

“Simple attention-seekers who manipulate the public.”

“As if you don’t manipulate yourself,” Sidekick said, matter-of-factly. Supervillain groaned, rubbing their forehead.

“We went over this. You’re just refusing to listen. It’s called making deals. It’s also known as ‘business’. Manipulation is for those too weak to handle themselves. Hero, Other Hero, Superhero, everyone there’s a manipulative idiot who’s too weak to support themselves, so they rely on those even weaker.”

Glaring, Sidekick scoffed. “You have no proof of that. You don’t know them.”

“But dear,” Supervillain approached with a sad expression, though Sidekick could tell if was fake. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re one of those weaker people?”