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Stupid but feels so right

Villain is just having a nice time, leaning on a railing and staring up at the stars when he sees a silhouette blur past him and land on a rooftop about three buildings away from him. Instinct kicks in and he immediately hides behind the wall, because getting into some scuffle with another Villain would do him no good.

He hears no noises that sounds like a brawl, so he peeks out slowly from his spot behind the wall and catches sight of a blue costume that looks pale in the moonlight. He squints his eyes, trying to discern the figure further. The silhouette moves a little bit into the moonlight and Villain's eyes widen like baseballs.

Hero?! What the hell is he doing here, at this time of the night? Villain whisks his head back to hide away behind the wall, his brain running a mile per minute. Did he perhaps somehow figure out that I'm here? Am I being tracked? But wait, I'm not doing anything today so there's no reason to track me- Villain spends a good fifteen minutes racking his brain up but no matter what, he can't seem to arrive at an answer for the Hero's appearance. He peeks out again- and he’s still here, great. Furthermore, Hero had settled down nicely on that roof , pulling his blue cape further on himself.

Villain lets out a distressed sigh. He doesn't look like he's here to fight. Villain spends a few more minutes looking at Hero, and for some reason the longer he looks at Hero, the more he realises that Hero just looks incredibly lonely, sitting there all alone, curled up on himself, the pale moonlight making him look paler than usual. And Villain immediately makes a decision- he decides to go and give Hero some company, ignoring the warning bells going off in his head.

-

Hero jumps at the sound of footsteps behind him and looks just about ready to bolt after recognizing Villain's form behind him. Villain can literally see Hero's brain working, and so he stops, raising his hands up in a peaceful motion, hoping that the stubborn Hero understands that he’s not here to fight.

Hero's tense muscles calm down at the sight of Villain's hands raised up, and he sits back down, abandoning his instinct to flee. Villain plops down next to him, not making any other movement. Hero gives him a sideways glance, only to look back at the sky after.

"What are you doing here? Did you track me down?"

Villain tries to answer the question with a level voice, his internal self currently in chaos because that was exactly what he had thought around twenty minutes ago.

We're just so stupid aren't we?

"Don't flatter yourself Hero, I have other things to do."

"Like?"

Villain thinks for a moment and then answers, "like stargazing."

Hero whisks his head sideways so fast, Villain momentarily worries if his neck is okay.

"What?"

"You heard me, stargazing. And rooftops are the best spots for that."

Hero wants to laugh but something in Villain's voice tells him that he's not joking.

"Yeah, the stars look beautiful tonight."

It's silent again for a few minutes before Villain decides to speak up.

"So what is the Hero of justice doing here? Don't you guys have like a strict schedule to stick to? Wake up at 6 am and sleep by 9 pm-

He's cut off by Hero's chuckling. Villain just shrugs his shoulders, waiting for him to finish and give him an answer.

"We do have schedules, the waking up part at least. The sleeping part, not so much."

Villain turns to look at Hero and notices dark bags under his eyes. He turns back and stares at the sky.

" Are you on night duty or something?"

Hero chuckles again and Villain finds himself becoming slightly self conscious. What the hell's so funny?! , he screams internally.

"No, it's just that I can't sleep."

"Insomnia?"

"That too, but mostly nightmares."

Villain's heart tugs with a feeling of familiarity. Nightmares was definitely something that he could relate to. But he never imagined that Hero, the person who was the reason for peace existing in this town would get nightmares, and even more so, stay awake at night because of them. He had just assumed that the very fact that the Hero was fighting for all the good things would let him sleep easily at night. So he was wrong.

"And you're not able to sleep because you're scared of them?"

Hero turns to face Villain, giving him a look as if saying "duh."

Villain stammers, throat clammy and heart thundering in his chest. It had been a while since he had a normal conversation with anyone so he really wasn't sure if he was doing a good job. And for some weird reason, he cared.

But Hero understands and qualms his fears with just a few words, " It's fine, I'm not really offended, just confused." He says, and Villain stares at him, jaw dropping in amazement.

And Hero just smiles, and Villain is reminded of the honey words and sunny smiles that Hero showcases on his patrols every day. He suddenly feels sad? He wants Hero to smile only for him, if that even makes sense- and the words leave Villain's mouth before he can stop them,

"Don't smile like that. I'm not one of your precious civilians."

Hero stares back at him, horror and shock written plainly on his face.

(Oh, jealousy was such a dangerous thing. And if Villain was actually jealous, he's screwed, because Hero has thousands of people who love him. And whom does Villain have? None.)

Hero then chuckles once again, but this time it sounds lifeless and dry and Villain hates it.

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment. It has been a while since I smiled for real, I didn't even realize I was doing it."

Now it's Villain's turn to stare at Hero, all shocked and tongue tied.

It seems like Hero understood again, because he answered to the question that Villain wanted to scream out. " Well, it's kinda an embarrassing thing really," Hero mutters, " I smile at citizens because I have to, it's part of my job, not really because I want to."

Villain still seems to be in shock, so Hero just continues, " I- I mean, not all of my smiles are fake you know, I'm not heartless," Hero counters, " it's just that I have to smile even if I don't feel like smiling sometimes and I hate that, because who would want to see a Hero who's just about done with this society right?"

Hero turns to look at Villain and for the second time that night Villain wants to run, not because he's scared but because he's feeling so many emotions that he's never felt before and he doesn't know what to do with them- he feels like he’s going to be swallowed whole.

And more importantly, he can't hide away from Hero's gaze and it looks so heartbreaking. Villain would have cried, if he didn't have a reputation to maintain.

"So, what about the honey words?"

Hero looks at him like he's pleasantly surprised that that's the impression Villain has of him.

"Oh, those are just formalities again, you know, to gain public favour."

Just the thought makes Villain cringe. He definitely can't see himself telling people things that he doesn't mean.

"Then what about fear?" Villain begins, hesitant, " you do get scared right?"

"Of course I do!" Hero laughs, so tender and Villain is left to figure out whether it's real or fake.

Hero understands again, "it's real this time."

Villain is just baffled by this point, " are you psychic or something?!"

And Hero has the time of his life, alternating between chuckling and full blown laughing, clutching his stomach because he's been laughing too much and Villain just wants to disappear into the ground.

"Like I said, it's all a part of the profession. When you're on rescue missions, you have to judge people's mindsets so that you know what to say to them. Otherwise there'll be full blown panic everytime. "

Villain listens intently, finding every word that falls out of Hero's lips incredibly interesting and thought provoking. He had never imagined that being a Hero was such an intricate and delicate job.

"It's just that I've never seen you look scared before," Villain begins, "and all these things that you're telling me, it's all so new..."

Hero smiles and after listening to him, Villain can see the tiny difference. The 'sunny smiles' are usually stiff, where the Hero's lips just form a thin line. This one is more free and natural, making his cheeks pull just right and what the hell am I thinking-

"Well I've never really shared this with anyone." Hero says. " I guess it's more exact if I say that no one has really bothered to ask me about all this, so I never told anyone."

Villain feels his chest constrict because the more he listens to Hero, he feels like his own life is being told back to him, in another voice, and it's not just him talking in his own head, for once.

"You can share anything you want to, if you're okay with me."

A villain trying to offer a hero some solace, how ironic- Villain's mind sings to him.

But the grateful look that crosses Hero's face clears Villain's mind of any previous doubt, if only just for a moment.

"You know, heroes are never allowed to show fear on their faces. It's one of the things that I find hardest to do."

Villain tips his head sideways, as if pondering, "But why? Every human feels fear right? It's a pretty common emotion. Why hide that?"

Hero laughs but it sounds more like a wheeze, "Because according to my superiors, heroes are the symbol of peace. And a symbol of peace is not supposed to show raw despair on his face."

At that moment, Villain desperately wanted to whack Hero's superior hard on their head- whoever they were.

" The other day I was fighting downtown, there was this Villain who could control fire, and it was right in the middle of a pedestrian street."

Villain noticed that Hero's hands began to twitch slightly. It's not because it's cold right?

"I tried my best but I couldn't stop the Villain in time before the fires reached an elementary school right across the street, and there were children still inside the building...

Villain stares at Hero, his heart twisting and clenching in weird places as he sees him breaking down in front of him, his 'hero' mask crumbling.

He looked so much like a normal civilian now, crying for the lives that he couldn't save- except that no normal civilian would have to bear such a heavy burden.

"Even now, i- I can hear-

Hero doesn't speak after that, the sobs that wreck his frame don't let him speak. Villain inches closer to him- slowly, patiently, putting his hands on Hero's trembling ones and looks into his tear stained eyes, as if asking for permission-

"Can I hold you?"

Hero nods and it takes barely an instant for Villain's arms to engulf Hero's trembling figure, picking him up and cradling him close to his chest.

Hero chants, "I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry," hands tightly clutching Villain's inky black shirt. Villain rocks back and forth gently, remembering that that's what his mother used to do for him when he was still a child.

Looking at Hero, Villain finally understands how vulnerable a human can be, it doesn't matter what they are, a hero or a villain. At the end of the day, they feel the same things. Loss. Pain. Guilt.

It's okay Hero, you've done enough.

Let me protect you from now on.

And throughout the whole conversation, Villain's mind was berating him, telling him that this was such a stupid decision.

And Villain knows that this may be stupid, that his intervention alone cannot protect the Hero from all the despair and fear that he has to face.

But it doesn't change the fact that it feels right.

And for once, Villain wants to do the right thing.

Lol I really can't write short stuff / I tried to make this more conversational /hope it makes sense/ villain definitely doesn't keep track of the hero's schedule nope / who am I kidding / he probably knows the best spot to watch hero's patrols from/ heroes have to handle so much mental baggage it's sad/ villain finally realizes that they're not so different at the core after all / this villain is not evil btw, doesn't kill people or anything /my writing tends to get so introspective xD

God they're so cute <3

The Gift of Panic Pt 8

You guys really love this one, so here you go! Pt 9 is on it’s way! *accidentally had this one named part 7 at first* Find previous parts here

If Rhys had been asked whether or not he was scared of Silver, he would have said no. Of course not. How could he be afraid of someone he just had tea with? Someone he just told his real name to?

That was before they arrived at the Grandwell warehouse. None of Silver’s men were going in with them, just the villain and the hero, because Silver said he didn’t want any of his men getting hurt.

Rhys had seen silver in action before, or so he thought. But apparently, he’d never really seen him in action, because wow, was it something else.  It was terrifying, awe-inspiring, overwhelming, intimidating, scary, intoxicating and overall just breathtaking. It was like a fish in water, where the hero could see just how in his environment Silver was while fighting. His movements were so fluid, effortless. He barely even got hit; he was so good at dodging, blocking.

Admittedly, they had snuck in, taking out guards one by one at first. Silver had promised Rhys that were possible, he would knock them out instead of killing them, but that he wasn’t going to be getting thrown off his game or distracted because of it. Friendship is about compromise, the hero supposed.

Up until they got into the main warehouse, Silver actually hadn’t killed a single person, being able to sneak up behind them and either choke them or knock them out.

Rhys felt pretty glad he was on this side of the fighting for a change.

Once they entered the warehouse, it was very open. They split up, able to take out a few guards from weaving in between boxes, but eventually, they were noticed, and the full out brawl ensued.

That’s when the blood really started.

Now the hero wasn’t a perfect saint either; as much as he tried to be, he’d had to kill a few guards or criminals before, but it was always in self-defence. He had a rule in place for himself that he would always offer his opponent the option to surrender first if he felt they weren’t going to go down with a real fight. Even then, he always tried to only leave non-fatal wounds, but every person was different, and what didn’t kill one person might not always be survivable for the next.

Honestly, if someone asked Rhys whether he was scared of Silver now, the answer still probably would have been no, but it would have at least been a more hesitant no.

His thoughts were cut off when he was thrown to the ground by a criminal he hadn’t seen. They wrestled around, Rhys managing to get out of the other’s grip for a moment, only to be pushing back into a wall, fighting to hold the criminal’s knife back from stabbing into him.

The hero didn’t see the villain behind the other until the tip of a knife emerged on the other side of the criminal’s throat.

“You good?” Silver asked, pulling his knife back and pushing the criminal to the ground.

“Yeah,” The hero panted, catching his breath, “Thanks, though, you could have knocked him out,”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking about it when I saw you in trouble,” the villain shrugged. He wasn’t even very out of breath!

What got Rhys the most was that he also didn’t even use his powers!

The hero was 80% sure he had worked out the villain’s first power was metal-kenisis, and this place was full of metal objects! But Silver managed just fine, not needing to tap into them even once.

“Is that all of them?” Rhys asked, looking around.

“All but the Grandwells themselves, whom I assume heard the gunshots and have turned tail, but it’s worth checking anyway,”

“Where are they?”

“Most likely the top floor,” he replied as they walked over the elevator.

“Yeah, but we don’t have the passcode, do we?”

The villain raised an eyebrow, “Have you seriously not put together what my powers are yet?”

“It’s metal ken- oh,”

Silver chuckled, and with of wave of his hand, the elevator doors opened. Once they were in, he made an upwards motion, and Rhys could feel the elevator going up.

Once they were at the top, they stepped out, looking around the area.

“Tell me,” Silver said as they walked down the hallway, “If we spare them, which I’m admittingly not inclined to do, but if we do, will the police immediately investigate to clean up all their illegal activity?

"That depends; I now realize that I don’t really know what I’m going to do because I didn’t bring nearly enough handcuffs, and the guys downstairs will be awake before the police get to this side of town,”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll have my men deal with it, but that answers my question anyway,”

When the two large doors at the end of the hall opened, the Grandwell twins were nowhere to be seen, but the emergency exit door was still open, sign above it blinking.

“Cowards,” the villain muttered, “They are probably long gone by now. Sacrificed the lives of their men to stall us long enough to escape. Unbelievable.”

“I-” Rhys paused, unsure how to respond, “No offence but isn’t that what, well ya'know, villains tend to do?”

Luckily Silver didn’t seem offended; he simply shrugged, “Most of them, yes probably. But not me; most of my men and women have family to feed. I’m not about to make any children lose their parents if I can help it. I may be a villain, but I have standards. You might notice I also always try to thank my men because using fear to scare your followers into loyalty isn’t even close to as valuable as truly earning it. I don’t expect them to be loyal to me if I treat them poorly. I may not care about them on a personal level, but working out of fear instead of free will makes for terrible work ethic among more instances of betrayal, etcetera,”

“Wow, I never thought about it like that, but, yeah that’s really smart. I’m sure your employees appreciate it,”

Rhys watched as Silver dug through the various different drawers of the main desks, rooting through the papers and other things.

“Now what?” the hero asked.

“Well, now that it’s safe, I’ll send my men in. They will round up all the survivors for you, and if you can guarantee them safety, I’ll even have them deliver them to the police station for you. They will comb through the rest of this place and take anything valuable, as well as gather all the information they can. We will still have to track down the Grandwells after all,”

“Wow, yeah, that would be perfect,”

Before the villain could reply, Rhys phone went off.

“Hello?” the hero answered, and suddenly his eyes widened, “Oh crap, yeah, I’ll be right there,”

“what’s wrong?”

“Thistle and some of her men are trying to rob the bank on main street. I’m going to have to run,”

“Hold on. Let me pass the go along to my men first, and then I can tag along with you to help,”

Rhy’s eyes widened in shock, mouth ajar slightly, “did-, are you offering to help fight crime?” he asked in disbelief.

Silver smirked that knowing, charming, yet mischievous smirk, “I consider taking out one of my competitors a very villainous thing to do,”

Rhys laughed, pulling out his phone again, “Alright, you make your call. I’ll call the station to let them know not to arrest your men when they drop off these criminals and that your tagging along to make sure they don’t try and shoot you or something,”

“Sounds like a plan to me, my friend,” the villain replied, dialling something on their phone. The ‘my friend’ comment made the hero stop for a second, heart-swelling in his chest. Even if it had been said as almost a joke, not as earnestly as the hero was taking it, it still meant a lot.

This was turning out much better than the Rhys would have ever imagined.

Hi! Do you have link for Needy part 1? I really like the second part and i can’t find the first

Hi dear Anon! Yes I do, let me paste the link for you here :

Thank you so much for reaching out and asking!! It makes me very happy to know that you enjoyed reading it, thank you <3 And I'm really sorry that my account is probably a mess to navigate through, I've been meaning to make a masterlist but uh, life has been pretty turbulent. I'll hopefully get around to making one soon. But for now please enjoy, and if you need a link to any other story, feel free to reach out to me anytime !

Friends to lovers prompts? 👀

@promptsh20 brings you:

I don’t care, I’ll be whatever you want me to be if it means I get to be in your life forever.” Friends to lovers prompt list.

Tokens they gifted each other years ago being worn, displayed and cared for invariably.

Constantly being mistakenly referred to as a couple or partners by outsiders, forcing one, though flattered, to quickly correct them while the other stays silent. because its kinda nice, they enjoy when others see them in that way. It further encourages them to try for more.

“It’s important to me that we stay friends.” “Of course, I feel the same but, can’t we still be friends and more.”

The realization that the hugs they share will never be something they can replicate with anyone else.

Both Knowing they’ll always have their laps and shoulders reserved for each other.

“So you went to the fireworks, and you kissed! Wow did you have fun?” “Really? You know I would’ve much rather have done it with you.”

Anytime they sit next to one another, they find themselves touching. Shoulders, thighs, knees, their honestly never entirely sure how it happens but have accepted it’s unavoidable.

The safety that comes with saying “I love you” frequently to each other but with the price of longing, longing to tell them that they mean it in a different way, a deeper way, a more than friends way.

“I just feel drained, I’m so sorry.” “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll just hold you for bit, I’m just happy to be able to see you.”

Often Doing things friends don’t normally do with one another and feeling the need to clarify that, their other friends don’t, have the same power or access that they give them. They have something different.

Whispering to the other and the small thrill they get from their lips touching the shell of their ear.

“I’ll tell you anything, anything you want to know, I’ll tell you.”

Both feeling jealousy so intensely when it comes to each other that it can’t be simplified to just jealousy.

Both getting hit over the head with puberty and noticing. Heavily obsessing over things that never thought about or feeling things more intensely.

Getting emotional towards each other when it comes to their relationship, because it’s fragile but also the strongest they have with anyone.

“I don’t—was that okay? Like are we doing that now?” “Yeah, I mean, I don’t mind. If your okay?” “Yes, I’m okay. I’m great, I’m good.”

Reeling after having the others scent everywhere around them after spending time together. On their skin, in their clothes, just everywhere.

Playfully teasing each other until one’s bold enough to call the other’s bluff. enough games, their tired of just the prospect of more, they want it, more than anything they want it, want them.

Going from being able to tell each other everything to struggling to decide what is appropriate to share with a friend. It’s more with potential love interest and intimacy with others that they find themselves feeling awkward or tense with each other.

Breaching the point of no return, where now a simple kiss on the forehead, lying down together or even a compliment feels loaded, things they’ve naturally always done becoming suddenly more.

“You don’t this with anyone else, right?” “No, of course not. This our thing.” “Yeah? Our thing. I like that.”

Finding that their more protective of the other than themselves, they love them and care about them and just want shield them from all the bad.

Both being invited to each other families gatherings and events because they’ve known them forever, honestly, their a part of the family.

Caring about the other’s wants, dreams, goals like their own that it’s evident, they’d do anything to help the other achieve or succeed in their aspirations. Anything.

One feeling weary at the rate things are changing between them and fear what it will mean for their friendship while the other is eager to explore a new relationship, one that fits their feelings for each other better.

“Bet you missed me.” “I did miss you, missed you so so bad.”

Staying up late because thoughts of the other are endlessly chasing away their sleep, which only leads to them calling the other and deep conversations that go on into the night.

If their caught in any form of exchange or conversation, heated, deep, soft, playful, it doesn’t matter, your definitely interrupting something or absolutely just missed it.

The thought of anyone touching the other as they have or want making them physically sick, it’s clear now, they’ve always felt more than a friendship with them.

“Your upset, I can tell you know.” “Sometimes I hate that I can’t hide that from you, now though? I’m really fucking happy you noticed.”

Love talking about each other to others because not only are they each others favourite person ever, they know so much about topic.

A/n: Thank you for being my first request! Fun fact, my favourite trope is actually friends to lovers. So, you can imagine how much fun I had with these, I hope you enjoy them as much as I have anon!

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS 💖

me, hoarding a ton of valentine’s meme cards, rubbing my hands together with an evil laugh like a cartoon villain: i’m gonna make these bitches feel so LOVED they won’t even see it coming

Red

The night breeze whisked past Villain, caressing their cheeks and making them feel colder than they were a minute ago.

"Ugh..." they groaned, pulling their red scarf further up so that it covered a better part of their chin. The fabric felt soft and warm against their cold fingertips, and it reminded Villain of Hero's cape. They had never thought that they would admit to liking how warm the cape felt, when Hero had covered them with it during one particularly cold night, quite like this one, and they were sitting on a high roof, facing the skyscrapers- Villain hadn't expected it to be that cold, so they hadn't worn any clothing that were designed to keep them warm. They were extremely grateful for that warm cape, much like it's owner and ended up buying a scarf that had the same shade to remind themselves about it (they would never tell Hero that though).

They smiled, the memory making them feel a little warm as two shadows zipped past them in a speed that didn't belong to a normal human. From the corner of their eyes, they caught sight of something red before it disappeared around the street corner. And who else other than Hero would wear bright red like that in the middle of the night , moving at a superhuman speed? It was definitely Hero, and they were chasing someone who wasn't them? That fact alone didn't sit well with Villain so they decided to follow them.

There have been new villains popping up here and there around town, not to mention the Supervillain as well... Villain mused, I'll just go take a quick look and then leave, it's not like I'm worried or anything... (Villain was dead set on denying it).

They turned a street corner there, and one more, leading to an alleyway with a dead end. It was pitch dark and the only source of light was a dilapidated lamp barely hanging onto the wall. Villain looked up to find some moonlight but nope, it just had to be a new moon night. They sighed, straining their eyes to spot even a glimpse of the two blurry figures that they had seen earlier and heard a loud crash to their left. They turned towards another lonely alleyway and followed it, heart hammering in their chest.

They hid themselves at the corner and peeped in, definitely not interested in getting involved in some unnecessary scuffle. They could see a figure slumped against a toppled trash can, trash littered eveywhere- so that's where the crashing sound came from. There was another figure looming over them, and even from there, Villain could feel bloodlust washing over their senses, making them freeze on spot. They pitied the person on the ground, unable to imagine the terror that must be coursing through their veins.

This alleyway had better lighting so Villain was able to see their faces a little better- the looming figure was definitely the Supervillain, that bloodlust was a dead giveaway. The slumped figure looked up and glared at the supervillain, eyes defiant and fierce, a symbol that they weren't going to give up that easily and Villain could feel their throat closing up, anxiety flaring up and burning their insides.

Hero... they knew, from the glimpse of red they knew from the start, a tiny inkling that it could've been Hero rushing through the streets in the dead of the night, chasing some terrible foe. Villain knew... but right now they wished that they were wrong, so wrong, because never did they really expect their foe to be the Supervillain. Villain had seen their powers firsthand and it had made them shiver, tremble to their bones. Never had they felt anxiety slap them in their face like that before. And now Hero was there, facing that devil with defiant eyes and a brave heart and Villain's chest almost felt full with something alien to them... was it pride?

Villain was jolted out of their thoughts by a scream that shattered their soul- it sounded so painful, wrecked, and hopeless and with every passing second, Villain thought that it sounded like Hero. They stared at the scene in front of them, immediately wishing that they didn't.

Red... why is there so much red?

To the Villain, red had become something that they associated with Hero- red cape, crimson cheeks, fiery passion, a warm heart, kind touches, sunny smile, and finally, the way they loved -it would put even Aphrodite to shame. Villain knew that too well, after all, they were the only recipient of that love. Hero was their lover and always will be.

Which only made their heart twist and turn with increasing agony because Hero's costume looked redder than usual and Villain refused to accept that it was blood- Hero's blood, their lover's blood.

You shouldn't do this.

Don't lose your cool.

If supervillain finds out that you've betrayed them, and worse, that you're in a relationship with their mortal nemesis, you're done for.

Don't worry, Hero will be fine.

They will be fine.

They-

Villain looked at Hero once again- bruised cheeks, a huge gash in their gut, bleeding out, shallow breaths, their head now leaning completely against the wall for support and Villain waited a couple more seconds, but Hero made no move to get up. And now there's more red, red... red... red... everywhere.

Before Villain could even think about reasoning with themselves again, their limbs moved and in a flash they stood in between their lover and Supervillain, whose face switched from surprise to amusement, as if they couldn't decide on which emotion to portray.

"Well well, Villain. What a pleasant surprise." Supervillain drawled and dread settled into Villain's veins- cold, gripping, merciless. They heard slight movement from behind them and glanced back coyly. Hero was looking at them, surprise written all over their face. Then they smiled (or at least tried to), to Villain, it looked more like a grimace. But they looked more alive than they did just a moment ago, and that single fact was enough to wash away the pooling dread and replace it with something else- courage.

Now, Villain was never a person who would do something so reckless, they were always the brains of their duo while Hero was the power, brains and power. That's how they had always worked together- and thanks to that, Villain got to know that Hero did not possess a single shred of self preservation whatsoever. It made their stomach crawl to think about how many times they had saved Hero from imminent death and Hero would just smile, all sweet and sunny, like they hadn't just almost died a second ago- and that's what they were doing now.

Ugh, the things I do for love, Villan mused, rolling their eyes at Hero.

"Ahem Villain, you alright there? You've been staring intensely at our nemesis for quite a few seconds now."

Villain heard a wheeze from Hero, which was probably meant to be a chuckle.

"Oh sorry, I was just distracted thinking about the numerous ways in which I could kill him."

Careful me. Supervillain cannot know about us- that would be like digging a grave and burying ourselves six feet deep in the ground. Careful.

Supervillain laughed out loud, acting like Villain had just told them the joke of the century and Villain had to hold themselves back from rolling their eyes at them.

" That's my Villain, always thinking about the best possible ways to kill someone."

Hero coughed abnoxiously and Villain wanted to smack them in their face- now is not the time to be getting jealous, idiot.

Supervillain glared at Hero and Villain subtly moved so that they were now blocking Hero completely from Supervillain's view. "I don't see why you have to think that much though, Hero looks like they're going to kick the bucket any minute."

The colour red flooded Villain's vision, making them stagger on their feet. How many more times did they have to see their lover dyed in red before the world would be satisfied?

"V-villain?" Hero croaked weakly and Villain flinched, feeling physical pain as if somebody had stabbed them. They stood back up straight, hoping that Hero got the message. They were okay. Now was no time to be getting distracted, they had to get Hero away from here, away to a safer place.

Supervillain crooked his head at Hero lying behind Villain, suddenly curious. Villain tensed, mind racing to bring back all of Supervillain's attention back on them. Look at me, don't look at them. Look at me, only me.

" Supervillain, I don't appreciate you giving that lowly Hero more attention than to me, you act as if I don't exist." Villain sneered, making their voice sound as deadly as they can. They desperately hoped that their voice didn't tremble.

"Oh, forgive me, I didn't mean to do that." Supervillain said but there was not a single ounce of sincerity in that. Villain simply glared, gaze sharp and cruel.

"Ouch, if only gazes could kill, I would certainly be dead right now Villain, I'm hurt." Supervillain mocked and Villain's brain was working overtime, trying to comprehend the change in Supervillain's attitude- why are they acting like they know something that I don't, they seem cockier than usual.

Villain decided to take a chance, "Why are you acting like this Supervillain, are you perhaps, hiding something from me? Some part of a plan that you don't want me to know about?"

Supervillain chuckled dryly, and Villain felt the temperature drop a few degrees at once, bloodlust making itself known once again. Hero whimpered from behind them and Villain's heart cried out.

"You tell me who's the one hiding things, Villain."

Villain barely had any time to react, their mind knew what was happening, but their body was too slow to comprehend.

A huge blast of power left the Supervillain's palm- right towards Hero.

Move... move... MOVE!!!

Villain was never in their life more thankful for their superspeed as they turned around, grabbed Hero in their arms and zipped past the blast, just as it connected with the concrete behind them, blasting it into pieces. Villain ran as fast as their legs could carry them, trying not to jostle the hurt Hero in their arms too much. They were going to turn around the next corner when they felt something digging into their side. They refused to acknowledge it, continuing to speed away, the only thing on their mind being getting Hero to safety.

Supervillain's coarse laughter echoed from far behind them, as they sped away.

"Llain... Villain... VILLAIN!!!"

Villain was forced to stop, crashing into a concrete wall. They made sure to turn around in the last second, so that their back came into contact with the wall and not Hero who they held in their arms.

Villain gasped out loud, any air residing in their lungs evicted, suddenly feeling more tired than they have felt in ages. They heard shuffling and peeked an eye open to see Hero crawling up to them- all bloody and bruised. Just stay put, idiot, you're hurt, they wanted to say but their voice refused to work.

"You're bleeding!" Hero wailed as loud as they could in their current state, but it sounded more like a whisper to Villain- am I becoming deaf?

Hero finally made it to them, hands clutching onto their leg and slowly pulling themselves up, touching everywhere and spreading warmth with their fingertips. Villain looked up at them from their bed of concrete, "You're so warm, Hero."

And Hero cried and cried and cried, fat tears rolling down their cheeks, just like the way they would cry after waking up from a nightmare (and oh how badly they wished that this was just another bad dream). Villain smiled at them and they cried more. Villain didn't want them to cry.

"S-stop crying, s-silly", Villain somehow managed to wheeze out, their body aching everywhere. Hero bent down, warm fingers touching their eyelids, cheeks and then lips. The next thing Villain could feel was a pair of lips on theirs, Hero's lips, warm just the way they remembered, kissing them like it was the last time they would ever get to do it. Hero pulled away, looking into Villain's eyes and began muttering strings of "sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" and Villain wanted to keep staring at them but they just felt so tired.

They wanted to bring up their hand and wipe away those tears that had no business on their lover's face but their hand wouldn't move. They couldn't do anything.

"G-go and get yourself checked *cough cough* at a h-hospital okay?" Villain wheezed out, struck by another coughing fit.

And Hero just smiled, looking like the happiest person in the world which Villain scrunched their nose at because they were bleeding and this was no time to be happy.

" I will *wheeze*, I love you Villain, so so much." They burst into tears again.

"I l-love-

Villain closed their eyes.

Hero finally let themselves fall on their lover's bloody body- cold, lifeless, unmoving. They couldn't hear the heartbeats that they fell asleep to every night anymore. They knew that they themselves were beyond saving, and so they cried and wailed, wanting to spend the last moments of their life grieving- grieving for the only person who loved them and saw them for who they really were, not just as a hero.

"You kept worrying about me till your last breath huh? You were always too good for me Villain, you loved me too well, too much."

"Maybe if you didn't love me, you would still be alive."

Tears mingled with blood as Hero's warm hands found Villain's cold ones, interlacing their fingers together.

"So this is what they mean by being together until your last breath huh? I never really thought that it would happen to me because love just seemed like too good of a dream to be true."

Hero smiled, heart feeling full because they knew that they had the best lover that they could have ever asked for. And everything that had happened between them was true in every way.

"At least now, we don't have to see each other bleeding out and fighting to stay alive."

T-T

hero and villain really just wanna live life / but no, I had to go and make it angsty / I swear though, this was not how it played out in my head/ why do I do this to myself- /me playing with the word lover because it sounds so good / also let me know if you guys want an alternative HAPPY end for these two in the comments/ if you're okay with this, that's cool too.

Thank you so much you lovely people for tagging me @sunflower1000 @larinzz @creweemmaeec11 <333 (thank you for not forgetting me as well because I myself feel like I've disappeared off the face of Tumblr for a while now 😭)

So yeah, that kind of answers the question (thinking about you kind peeps) and also about my impending presentation deadline tomorrow.

[A dance recital?! That's so damn cool Sun, and I'm sure it's going to be great!! Wishing you all the good things ^^] [As hard working as always huh Crew? ^^ hope that new chapter comes out great, you got this bud!] [Lara, that's so relatable haha :) If only thinking could be directly manifested into something physical...]

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Respond to this ask with what's currently on your mind right now, and then tag 5 ppl to see what they're thinking of too

I’m thinking of sad Thai commercials right now?

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What about you guys?

four letters

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

I don't think I've ever noticed the hands of my wall clock this much in my entire life. I open my eyes and see them on the wall, and when I close my eyes they're strangling my neck.

I've been kidnapped by Time, kept within its infinite loops, a captive with no voice— except for these words.

"I'd even love to be kidnapped by villain, anything to get me out of Time's hands—

Hero hears a sound that sounds like a woodpecker pecking into a tree's bark. She whips her head around to find villain’s face wedged on the glass, a lopsided grin smashed to the window. Hero jumps off her bed and is there beside the window in a second, her hands trembling as she tries to unlock the window and laugh at the same time.

Villain jumps into hero’s arms as soon as she opens the window, a visible pout on their face now as hero starts to laugh out loud, the full-blown-kind-of-laughter. But again, villain had always had a thing for hero’s laughter. And in a moment, their heart is a circus and their mind a record player, playing hero's voice on loop. They can't even stay mad at her when she does this.

Hero takes her sweet time and finally looks up at villain, the height difference hitting all the good spots for hero at the moment. It's during the morning, when she's trying to grab that silly cereal box from the top shelf, standing on tip toes and still unable to reach it, until villain finally comes to the rescue and picks it up for her.

"Heyy~" she cooes and villain's heart begs for a break.

"Hi my darling. I hope you've enjoyed your full plate of laughter at my plight."

Hero thinks back to villain's face smashed on the window and a small smile finds its way back to her lips again, like how a wave always finds its way back to the shore. Villain watches the scene— a mere captive in a moment of time.

"I'm sorry," hero’s guilty half speaks out. This transition— it always catches villain off-guard. Everytime.

Villain pulls themselves closer to hero— if that's even possible, their hands on either side of hero’s cheek. Hero’s eyes dart around, as if she knows what's coming and she's looking at everything else but villain's eyes.

Villain wants to change that. And what better way than to coax hero into it?

Their hands slowly move up into hero’s hair, playing with her locks and gently scratching her scalp. Hero relaxes into their arms— the reaction almost instant that it makes villain suck in a shaky breath. They've never felt so powerful even in a battle field, even when their veins burn with power. But villain knows this is another kind of power all together— something they've read about many times in the books that hero loves stocking up in her bookshelves. They read about it when hero’s fast asleep in their arms, their steady heart grounding them to reality. It has always been something that they never knew how to feel.

Perhaps I'm feeling it now, villain thinks. It definitely felt like what was printed on those pages. They at least hoped so.

With hero, its always friendly and then before villain even realises it, they're falling. Into intimacy. Into a revolution that pulls them apart from the inside.

Feelings. Emotions. And then that 'something' that they read in those books.

All of them start to assemble underneath their skin; like an army ready for war.

But that's when villain meets hero’s eyes and she's looking at them, honest. Vulnerable. Not running away.

Seems like the coaxing worked while I was having an internal crisis. How long has she even been looking at me?!

But hero’s not bothered, her entire being invested in maintaining that eye contact.

Villain clears their head and looks once again. In her eyes, they see little things, and they all add up, one by one, culminating together to form that one four letter word, that special something.

"It's alright Love," a trick, one that villain decided to steal from a book right then. They wanted to test it, to see how that four letter word felt rolling off their tongue.

They watch again, caught in a trance as hero’s eyes become wide, surprise and happiness and many other feelings filling them up in a matter of seconds that villain can't keep up. So they just stare, bewildered.

And then hero laughs and the magic is over, like Cinderella at midnight.

"Why in the world do you look so surprised?!" Hero jabs a finger at their chest, trying to pout but failing immensely.

Laughter pulls itself out of villain’s lips, and they think that this is just fine. This is their twist, their 'something'. Their own four letters that they're going to build up together.

Hello everyone!! Hope you all remember me xd I'm sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth for a while, I had to move for uni and I'm learning to live alone for the first time so it's been quite a ride. I've missed writing dearly and this dear community of you all, so just wanted to thank you for being patient and for the support ^^ Hope you enjoyed this :)

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