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Kind Touch #4

Part 4 of kind touch as requested by @divia237​, I hope you enjoy it!

First three parts on my masterlist.

If you’re looking for some deep character development or plot twists, this isn’t the place for you, but if you’re looking for some completely, (maybe slightly over the top) self indulgent fluff that will make you feel all warm and fuzzy, then you’ve come to the right place, because I was smiling like an idiot the entire time I was writing this.

The hero and villain got settled into bed fairly quickly, aside from the fact the villain was practically refusing to make eye contact with the hero after they had asked to sleep in the other’s bed again. 

The only thing the hero was struggling with was not teasing the villain about how absolutely adorable they were. They were so sheepish and embarrassed, all because of such a simple, innocent thing! Whenever the hero would try and meet their eyes, they would blush slightly and look away, fidgeting with their hands. The hero had to bite their lip, though, because they didn’t want to dissuade the villain from asking again in the future. 

Once the hero had climbed into bed, though, all they had to do was open their arms, and the villain quietly crawled in to cuddle up next to them, resting their head on the hero’s chest—no arguing or stubborn remarks. Within minutes, the villain was sound asleep at their side. The hero, however, was content merely laying there. They watched the villain snuggle in closer to them subconsciously in their sleep, even loosely holding onto the hero’s shirt with a hand that was resting on the other’s chest next to the villain’s head. 

There was something so special about this, these select few moments in time where the villain was truly at peace. The hero knew they didn’t trust easily and certainly didn’t give themselves over any easier. 

It was strange, seeing a villain like this. If you didn’t know them, they’d seem like any other normal person. They looked so harmless like this, wrapped in the hero’s arms. There was also this added specialness now that the villain had asked for this, instead of just being persuaded. The hero knew the villain was far from innocent, but right now, they looked the part. 

Suddenly the villain tensed in their arms, curling in on themselves. 

“Shhhh,” the hero soothed, running their fingers through the villain’s hair. What did villains have nightmares about anyway? As curious as the hero was, they weren’t going to push the other to talk about it. It made their heart ache though, knowing the villain had suffered from these nightmares almost every night since staying with the hero, and probably long before. 

Playing with the villain’s hair worked the few times the hero had seen the nightmares happening, but it didn’t seem to be doing the trick for whatever they were dreaming about this time.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” the hero whispered when the villain flinched in their hold again. 

Despite the hero’s efforts, the villain tensed again before suddenly jolting awake, gasping for breath as they rocketed upright, hand flying to their chest. 

The hero sat up behind them, giving the villain a moment to reorient themselves before speaking, “Are you alright?” they asked softly. Despite their tone, the villain flinched at the noise, having not realized the hero was awake at all. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” they tried. 

“I’m fine,” The villain snapped in a sharp yet slightly breathless tone, twisting away from the hero further and curling in on themselves. 

“Okay,” the hero replied softly, in a way meant to hopefully remind the villain they weren’t trying to fight. 

They seemed to get the message, because the defensiveness in the villain’s shoulders deflated, though they kept their back to the hero. 

“Excuse me for waking you up,” the villain said after a moment of silence. 

“You didn’t; I wasn’t asleep yet,” the hero replied. 

The villain turned to them in shock, scanning their face as if looking for a sign the hero was lying just to make them feel better. When they didn’t find one, however, a light blush dusted their cheeks, and they turned their head away again awkwardly at the realization the hero must have been watching them.

The hero saw the villain clench their fists where they rested in their lap.

“Are you sure you’re-”

“I should go sleep in my bed,” the villain interrupted, moving to get up, “so you can finally get some sleep and all," 

"No, wait! Please don’t!’ the hero replied in shock, a hand flying out to land the villain’s shoulder. The villain froze.

"I like having you in here,” the hero admitted, which caused the villain to look at them in shock, eyes wide.

“re-really?" 

"Yeah, I do,” the hero replied earnestly, “and even if I didn’t, you asked to sleep in here earlier,” they reminded, causing the villain to blush and look down, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?" 

The villain was shocked at just how pleading the hero sounded. 

"I just- I shouldn’t get used to this,” the villain replied quietly, wringing their hands nervously, “I’ll probably be better in a week, two max," 

"Yeah, hopefully…” the hero replied in confusion. Wasn’t getting better a good thing? “What’s wrong with that?" 

"No, that’s not- it’s just, I’m only staying here while I’m recovering or whatever, so,” The villain responded. 

Suddenly, it clicked in the hero’s head.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” the hero replied, failing to keep their amusement out of their tone. The villain’s head snapped to look at them, and they were met with the hero’s fond yet teasing smirk. 

Before the villain could reply, the hero lurched forward, wrapping their arms around the villain so they could fall back down onto the bed with them, carefully avoiding the villain’s wounds while they did. The villain was too shocked to fight back, only replying with a surprised squeak noise. 

“You don’t have to leave once you’re better if you don’t want to,” The hero stated before the villain had a chance to say something first. The hero’s voice was so fond sounding; it made the villain’s heart pound in their chest. 

“What?” the villain replied after the moment it took for their brain to catch up. 

“You don’t have to go once you’re all healed up,” the hero replied, twirling a strand of the villain’s hair gently. 

“I- well- I can’t just stay-" 

"Of course you can silly, what did you think I was going to kick you out the second all your injuries were healed?” The hero asked in amusement. 

“Well, no- but-" 

"I was actually kinda hoping you’d stay if I’m honest,” the hero admitted in a quieter, softer tone. 

Suddenly the villain pushed themselves up, just enough to see the hero’s face, “Really?" 

"Mhm," 

"Why?” the villain asked, narrowing their eyes, “Why would you want me to stay?" 

The hero gave them a lopsided smile, "What? You think villains are the only ones who enjoy having someone to cuddle with?” they joked, causing the villain to blush, “You’re quite nice to have around,” the hero went on to explain in a more serious tone, “I like talking with you, you always have something interesting to add, you’re so passionate about your interests, at least when you’re not trying to keep up that big bad persona of yours,” they teased before continuing, “Seriously, it’s going to feel so lonely without you around," 

The villain stared at them, completely dumbstruck as they struggled to process what they’d just heard.

"I-,” they shook their head, trying to get their thoughts straight, “really?” they asked in disbelief. 

The hero laughed warmly, giving the villain a smile, “Yes, really," 

The villain just continued to stare. 

"Come on,” the hero said, opening their arms as an invitation, “It’s late, we can talk about it more in the morning, but you don’t need to worry about it, okay?" 

The villain bit their lip in contemplation before nodding and settling back down, readjusting themselves so they could rest their head on the hero’s chest again. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, the villain finally spoke. 

"Thank you…” they said quietly, so quietly the hero almost didn’t hear it. 

Thank you. That was the first time the hero had ever heard the villain say it. The villain had never thanked them for anything, not that the hero required a thank you, but it was clearly something the villain didn’t just say on a whim. 

The only response the villain got, and the last thing they remembered before the world went black again, was the feeling of a gentle kiss on the top of their head while a hand continued playing with their hair. 

Next Part

I dont really...have the emojis so I'll just list em...post nightmare cuddles, a warm hug, fluffy blanket, and bedtime story....villain caretaker and whumpee hero...sorry if I used the whump term wrong just first time trying to use it lmao

Warnings: referring to a person as a "creature" but that is all

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"You know what? I am done with this. C'mere." Villain suddenly grabbed the shaking hero and pulled them closer to their chest.

"What are you-"

"Shh," the Villain soothed and wrapped their arms tighter around the hero. They murmured soft words without any real meaning, but Hero relished in the comfort. The warmth and the care that Villain gave them- it made their heart flutter and their heart pump warm blood throughout their veins.

Until reality struck. They were with the villain. A creature of pure evil and menace, just waiting to take the perfect opportunity to twist this newfound trust and hurt them.

So Hero jerked away, but Villain hands were linked together. They blocked any hope or chance of escape with merciless living shackles.

Villain, who was slightly taller than Hero, rested their chin against the other's head. Hero dug their nose into Villain's neck instinctively. Comfort felt good, especially after...

Hero shuddered, remembering their previous vision of the city being destroyed... it was horrific.

Hero suddenly felt themselves drop and in an instant they were coated with a thick faux fur blanket with Villain tucked in next to them.

"Okay... what is this?" Villain said. Just as quickly as they laid Hero and themself in bed, they reached over and revealed a book.

"A book?" Hero guessed somewhat sarcastically. But it came out squeaky and quiet, choked and heavy.

"The BFG by Roald Dahl," Villain sighed as they settled back down next to Hero. The hero cuddled right next to their enemy, not caring anymore that they could kill them in a heartbeat.

Villain flipped the book open to right where Hero dog-eared it and began to read, "The great yellow wasteland lay dim and milky in the moonlight as the Big Friendly Giant went galloping across it. Sophie, still wearing only her nightie, was reclining comfortably in a crevice of the BFG's right ear-"

Villain swooped an arm around Hero's shoulder and brought them closer before continuing with the paragraph, "She was actually in the outer rim of the ear, near the top, where the edge of the ear folds over, and this folding-over bit made sort of a roof over her and gave her wonderful protection against the rushing wind. What is more-"

Villain was cut off by Hero resting their own arm across Villain's muscular chest. Villain smiled to themself and resumed reading.

After a while, Hero's head gently became more heavy in weight as they fell alseep soothed by the villain's deep rambling. The villain set the book on the nightstand and curled up next to them.

Hero tensed up, but melted right back into the embrace. Villain watched over them for a while, studying the delicate features of their face. The slightly crooked nose and the prominent jawline that shifted ever so slightly. The thick, bushy eyebrows that were so relaxed and the long lashes that brushed lightly under their eye to complet the placid expression on their face. Villain grinned and rested their own head against the pillow, falling alseep to the slow breathing of their enemy.

"I thought we had something, I.. I thought you loved me!" "We are but enemies, my dear. Soon enough we have to part ways, and this is the path I am taking."

Thank you, Carmen Sandiego!

A mandatory thank you fanart to one of the best animated series i've come across in the past year! A big round of applause, and a big hug to the cast and crews for their hard work in creating the story and these great, solid cast of characters i'm so attached toーand the way that this series is not only there as a mere entertainment, but also an inspiration to a growing artist like me. You guys really made me cry and feelin all bittersweet with that ending! Good job to the crews and studios. You guys rock... And once again, Thank you for the amazing four season!

(see you next... spin-off?.. next movie?... who knows.. but just know that i'll always be here💖)

//also sorry for not putting every single character, i tried my best to fit the recurring ones!

Concept #108

Villain knows what Hero looks like without their mask. They see them in the car park and 'accidentally' bump into them, so that they can get their details.

at this point I should just make a side blog shouldn't I-

No Locked Doors - Part 1?

*For my sanity and because of my lack of braincells, Hero's pronouns are she/her and Villain's are he/him. Change as you like.*

She had locked the door when she left, Hero was sure of that. So, when the door handle turned without the key, her sense screamed at her to fight, to be ready.

She crept through the door, quietly tiptoeing into her home. She set her bag down on the ground, taking out her [weapon of choice.] She shut the door quietly with a click, cringing as the lock snapped shut. Whoever was here, it was better to be locked in with them than to let them escape. At least she hoped.

She bent her knees, lowering her center of gravity, praying it was enough to keep the creaky floorboards at bay. She stepped through her home, bracing herself against the wall separating her and her living room.

She listened closely; she'd check every room like this if she had to. She was tired, didn't want to deal with more fights. She just wanted to take a long, hot shower and wash away the day's grime. But she knew that rushing a possible home invasion would only add to that grime.

She waited, listen, keep her breath even and slow. She could hear her washing machine running in another room. She definitely didn't leave that running. She was days behind on laundry. Between saving the city and working her day job, there was hardly time to do little more than a load a day. She took one, deep breath and focused again. She could hear something soft. Someone breathing. They were shuddering breaths, like the person was stuck between being asleep and awake. Asleep. Someone was asleep in her home.

She took slow steps into her living room and curled up on her couch, clutching his arms close to his body, wearing tattered clothes and too many bandages was Villain.

Hero froze, staring. He was hurt.

Shit, Hero thought, unsure of how to act. She scanned his sleeping face. A shallow cut lined his jaw, which was covered in unshaved stubble, at least a couple of days worth. His eyebrows were scrunched, as if he was fighting for sleep. The state of her visitor was suddenly clear: he wasn't just hurt, he was beaten. Someone had taken him down hard, and now, sleeping on Hero's couch, he looked smaller than his six foot stature ever allowed. He looked scared, weak, and definitely not like the Villain that Hero knew.

She moved her eyes across the room. Sitting on her coffee table was her first aid kit, open and mostly empty, save for the scissors, needle, and some pain killers.

Hero sighed and relaxed. If Villain wanted a fight he would've started one. Right now, he was hurt, badly, and needed a place to go. Right now, his place wasn't safe, so he was here. And right now, Hero could take a shower without worrying about getting stabbed in the back.

She left a note for Villain just in case he woke up:

Yes, I know you're here. No, you don't have to leave. I'm just in the shower; I won't be long. I left a snack out if you're hungry.

Let's talk when I'm done.

- H.

Now, it was time for a shower.

Prompt 185

"I know you miss me," they spoke carefully, each word a double-edged sword. "But you can't keep calling me whenever you feel sad, okay? It's time for both of us to move on."

The hero nodded numbly, hand clenched tightly around the phone. "Yeah, I know. But please wait. Don't hang up. I... I messed up."

P2 Obedience Without Rules

Part 1 here

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“Why’d you do it?”

Hero was frightened at first, thinking the worse- that Villain was mad at her. And maybe he was, but not in the anger which Hero assumed. An anger which involved malice, hatred, and revenge.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. I should have let him finish instead of-”

“Let him finish?” Villain squinted over at Hero, who wouldn’t face him no matter how gentle his tone was. Hero seemed- “Are you afraid of me?”

In response, the chains attached to Hero’s wrists clashed and jangled. She said nothing. Swallowed. Stared at the floor. Pondered whether this silence was a better or worse response than…than anything else. Maybe silence would upset Villain further.

Why exactly would he be mad with her? Well, it could have been for several reasons.

The first, Hero eliminated: Villain cared for her.

The second, infinitely more likely: Hero messed up, didn’t allow him to pass out- to avoid the pain which Supervillain caused.

The third, perhaps close to the first: Villain was annoyed by her self-sacrifice, only for it not to work. The stupidity of the act, the thoughtlessness.

“Hero.” Villain’s voice was more demanding this time- a mistake on his behalf. “You are afraid, aren’t you?” Even after that…scene. Villain felt bad, he did- though perhaps he shouldn’t have. He was truly a villain. Caring about whether or not some philanthropist was afraid of him might as well have been considered a crime against his own moral codes. And yet… “We’re- uh- we’re in this together, alright?”

Was such a simple statement easy to say? Not at all.

But was it necessary? Absolutely.

Truthfully, Villain wasn’t sure he would have survived had Hero not stepped in. Yes, he was upset- because he did believe Hero deserved better than to go through…through that. That, which Villain didn’t like to think of, even if it was over for the time-being. The torture.

In any way, Villain appreciated Hero for the help, but…but, it made him angry. Not at her. He couldn’t be angry with Hero, not for something that was so natural to her, and not when it saved him from more torment than he could handle. He was angry with Supervillain, for breaking someone not worth breaking.

It wasn’t that Hero wasn’t a worthy opponent. It was that she didn’t- again- deserve to be an opponent at all. She was kind, self-sacrificing, giving, thoughtful- in a caring way, not so much in a strategic one. Opponents were created with negative connotations, with spite and hate. Hero didn’t deserve that.

“What did you mean earlier,” Villain asked, “about letting Supervillain finish? Finish what?”

“Finish learning,” Hero said, voice almost quiet enough to miss. “It’s easier to let him finish the process, to- for you to sleep, so that it doesn’t- um- doesn’t hurt anymore. But I stopped him too soon and now-”

Is she sniffling? Villain couldn’t see her face anymore. She’d dropped it, letting her hair fall over her eyes and cheeks.

“-he’ll have to do it again. He’ll finish next time, have to do it all over again. I’m sorry.”

Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong, Villain wanted to say, but by judging the rest of this situation, saying anything would make it worse. Hero would view every word as a lie, or read it as aggravation, and fall further into brokenness. Not to mention, if Villain told Hero not to apologize, then she’d likely apologize again, feel bad for it, and then it’d become a cycle which neither party knew how to deal with.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Hero. It’s okay.”

‘It’s okay.’ Well, wasn’t that the biggest lie of all? None of this was okay, but it was all Villain knew to say. All he could do in order to give Hero hope.

That’s what she deserves.

Hope.

So, maybe it was a good thing, to say they were okay, that they would make it out. Because it was the only thing the two had left.