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jumpywhumpywriter · 2 months ago

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Very random and also from a lil bit ago, on the (probably past age…? Is there a word for “something talked about X amount of time ago”? Who knows) topic of humans doing dumb stuff like bull riding and Shadow finding it stupid, found a video that, I think, very much encapsulates human stupidity resilience:

https://youtube.com/shorts/35cSs7RQBtg?si=L5LtsTfPF7C6ozM6

(Don’t worry, there isn’t anything violent or gory or anything like that. Bull riding, but with a horse I think? And a fairy costume. You’ll see)

Also it’s just really funny. Sure, Falkry may have all sorts of cool natural gifts like wings and strength and powers, but they’ll never amount to the sheer determination and lack of self preservation and ingenuity humans will have for the idea of “fun” and I think that’s great! (Hope that doesn’t somehow sound derogatory to the Falkry. They’re great :D probably don’t understand human’s use of fun-time culture very well though lol)

https://youtube.com/shorts/M07SnTRRgL8?si=Zb3eXctu24KqvNYr

Here’s another one, pretty sure it’s edited (also warning for what is essentially human bowling with the bowling ball being a bull. There’s no blood/gore or trampling of anything like that, but just in case that’s a sensitive topic), but it’s just…ran out of words, but it sure is one hell of a thing!

Just wanted to drop that by because a) randomly found its way into my brain, and like a cool pebble, I wish to share it and b) it’s really funny (to me anyways. Also again, really hope none of them are, uh, triggering (????? Not sure if that’s the right word). Apologies in advance if it was)

ANYWAYS hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and are taking care of yourself and staying hydrated and all that jazz :]

-idk

ps might’ve sent an ask before, think it was about worldbuilding with specifically ocean stuff. Absolutely no pressure to answer, just a lil nudge in case either it got eaten in the inbox or accidentally forgot. Really hope it’s not being pushy or anything like that, just checking, gahhh overthinking why—

AHHHH THIS IS SO FUNNY!!

I actually have some videos to show you too, of the most OUTRAGEOUS things humans do for "sport" that Shadow finds ridiculous.

This one is a dangerous race that takes place where people run down a huge steep slope chasing a roll of cheese (yes, that's right, a literal roll of cheese), and whoever gets to the bottom and reaches the cheese first wins. There are often a lot of serious injuries like broken bones that occur.

And here is a game where you have to literally JUMP over a charging bull, and there's bonus points if you can do a flip too.

This one is even wilder. Reindeer racing, where you are wearing skis and being pulled by a reindeer that can run at speeds of 50mph.

Humans are CRAZY!! Like, who finds this stuff FUN?? So many people end up in the hospital because of sports like these.

As Shadow would say, "we have officially reached peak bonkers."

#thank you anon #anon ask #thanks anon!#anonymous

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jumpywhumpywriter · 2 months ago

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) Alternate Ending

Warnings: intense grieving, gravestone, extremely sad/emotional scene

This is an alternate ending for this series showing what would have happened to Hero if Villain DID die after the final battle with Supervillain. Hero visits her grave.

Either I'm a really emotional person overall, or I'm just that good of a writer that I keep almost crying writing this stuff 😭

Hero's heart hung heavy with grief as he stepped out of the car, trudging into the graveyard along a path he'd traveled a thousand times before.

Much time had passed since Villain's death, but it never got any easier to see the gravestone marking where she was buried. Because Supervillain had killed her. Villain had made it to Agency's medical wing barely alive after the battle, and though Medic had tried his best to save her... her wounds were fatal. And a part of Hero died right alongside her that day.

The clouds were thick and gray in the sky above as dry leaves crunched under his feet. It was the middle of Fall, and the trees all around were bare. It was hauntingly silent, and his breath was visible in front of him in the chilly air.

Hero was carrying a bag in one hand as he went on his way, but his steps faltered when he neared Villain's grave -- to find someone already standing in front of it. A man dressed in warm winter clothes.

Hero was the only one who consistently visited her. No one else should be here right now.

He warily approached the uninvited stranger, coming to a stop next to him -- and he immediately bristled when he looked closer at the other man, rage spiking through him.

"What are you doing here?" Hero snarled. "I recognize you. You were one of Supervillain's henchmen. Come to kick dirt upon your enemy's resting place?"

Henchmen glanced sideways at him, eyes hollow and sad. "I may have worked for Supervillain, but I worked with Villain too when she was an ally of his. And I deeply respected her -- so I'm sad to see her gone. Shouldn't I get the chance to grieve like you?"

A biting retort dried up on Hero's tongue, his shoulders sagging.

"I noticed you haven't been fighting criminals since she died," Henchmen continued absent-mindedly. "Are you no longer a part of Agency?"

"No," Hero replied. "I'm still with Agency, I just... haven't quite recovered enough from the loss to be in the right mindset for crime fighting. The other heroes have been handling things fine on their own in my absence."

"It's been four years. Isn't that enough time to have at least slightly moved on? For the grief to have lessened? For you to have let go of it?" Henchmen tilted his head to the side. "It is not my intention to sound cruel or mocking -- I'm asking a serious question born purely out of curiosity."

Hero's expression tightened with anguish, his gaze drifting to the gravestone with Villain's name on it. "Grief is all I have left of her, so yes, I do hold onto it."

"Ah. I understand," Henchmen grunted in acknowledgement. "But grief like that can really rip you up inside. Just make sure it doesn't destroy you entirely."

Hero barked out a humorless laugh, his tone dry and bitter with his next words. "It's already destroyed me. But I can't let go of it, not when it's the only reminder I have of Villain."

Henchmen's face softened with genuine sympathy. "It hurts to let go of the past, and the guilt over what you could have done to prevent the tragedy, but believe me... it hurts more to hold onto it forever than to accept the truth that things happened, and that no amount of feeling guilty will fix it."

"You speak as though you know from personal experience," Hero prodded.

The corners of Henchmen's mouth tightened, a flash of phantom pain darting through his features, there and gone again in a blink. "For me it was my brother," he said wistfully. "Mission gone wrong. Took a bullet to the chest saving my life because I didn't look behind me and see the extra gunman. I was too focused on fighting what was in front of me to notice." He closed his eyes, craning his head back to face the sky.

"My brother shoved me out of the way, and got shot. It all happened so fast I couldn't react. He died on the floor right in front of me, and so many months after that I was plagued by guilt. Couldn't even function on my own -- didn't want to leave my house or get out of bed in the mornings. Believing it was my fault for being too distracted to realize the danger I was in. I blamed myself for his death, because things would have been very different if I'd just checked my blind spots more frequently. And then my brother wouldn't have had to save me."

He scuffed his shoe on the ground. "So yes, I know a thing or two about grief and working through it. They say time heals all wounds, but... it doesn't. We just learn how to live with the pain. Adapt to it."

Hero nodded stiffly, and a long moment of silence passed between them, full of heavy understanding.

Then, unexpectedly, Henchmen patted Hero's shoulder, turning away from the grave. "I'll leave you alone now to grieve in peace. I didn't mean to intrude when I came here. But before I go, just... you won't forget Villain by finding peace for yourself. Remember that."

Hero gave him a grateful glance before Henchmen strolled away out of the graveyard, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket.

Once he was out of sight Hero shifted his attention back to the stone in front of him, his face twisting with pain. "I will always wonder what it would have been like, if you hadn't died. You didn't say goodbye, and a part of me believes that means you're coming back."

He flinched, crouching down and placing a hand atop the headstone, setting the bag he'd brought on the ground next to him.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you," he whispered. "Loving you changed my life... and losing you has done the same. The day you took your last breath was the day my world went dark."

Hero exhaled shakily. "I love you, Vil. Always and forever. And I miss you with every breath I breathe." He traced the letters of Villain's name with his fingers, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I hope you're happy, wherever you are. I hope you're no longer in pain. That you've found the peace and tranquility I know you were always searching for."

He bowed his head sadly, reaching into his bag and retrieving a large bouquet of flowers. He set it down before the grave in offering like he'd done every week since Villain's death, wiping more tears from his face as they finally spilled over.

He reached into the bag again, and this time brought out a silver engagement ring.

"I never got the chance to buy one of these and give it to you, Vil, but one day I had planned to. One day when I had made amends and earned your forgiveness. One day when the time was right, and when we were together again as lovers. When we were happy."

He sniffed, furiously wiping his eyes. "It was always going to be you, darling. In every single universe, in every lifetime. I can never love anyone else as much as I loved you." His voice cracked, coming out shaky and hoarse, as he tenderly buried the ring in front of the headstone. So that it would be with Villain forever.

He sat down in the grass, knees pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them -- and buried his face in his arms, letting the anguish wash over him and tear his defenses apart, leaving him sobbing wretchedly all alone in the silence of the graveyard. Sitting before the one person who had stolen his heart.

He could have sworn he felt a cold presence crouch beside him, felt Villain's gentle hand rest on his shoulder comfortingly as he cried. A ghost of her his only company in the misery.

He let himself believe it was real, let himself imagine her familiar voice in his head as she told him she loved him and missed him too.

I'm sorry I had to go, Villain's phantom voice whispered in his ear, sounding so vivid to him his chest ached painfully with longing.

Keep living for me, will you? I hate to see you hurting. You deserve closure.

I love you.

Hero lifted his tear-streaked face out of his arms, looking over his shoulder -- but nobody was there, and the cold presence left. Just like that, the moment was over.

He shuddered, uncurling himself to stand and pick up his bag. Even though his heart was in agony, he felt a new sense of peace wash over him, as if Villain were right there encouraging him to keep his head up.

He wiped his face once last time, staring lovingly down at the headstone. "Thank you for everything, Vil," he whispered into the silence. Then he turned to leave, his heart feeling just a little bit lighter than before.

And he imagined Villain standing behind him as he walked away, smiling softly, thinking 'that's my Hero'.

It was time for Hero to start living again.

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 40

Warnings: medwhump, broken leg in a cast, injured villain, a mildly intimate scene near the end (cuddling, kissing, heart-to-heart talk, things like that)

This is the last official chapter for this series!! It's finally finished! Wow! This series has officially reached 39,263 words long, which is CRAZY considering this story all started with someone's random writing request they sent to me!

Enjoy the happily ever after, everyone!

They were both crying by the end of it, in relief and love all the same. Two hearts broken, and mending, united by pain and passion. Two healing souls. Two lovers who had found each other again.

And it was beautiful.

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It took two more days for Villain's condition to stabilize enough for her to be discharged from the Agency's medical wing. But it happened. And that's how Villain found herself in a wheelchair being wheeled toward the front door by Hero to leave.

But Superhero was waiting there, and Villain bristled anxiously as Hero pushed her wheelchair up to him.

"I have some... things to say to you," Superhero started awkwardly.

"Are you giving me a medal of honor or something?" Villain snarked. To her surprise, Superhero merely chuckled instead of rising to her baiting.

"No. It's something else. You helped Hero defeat Supervillain, and that is a brave feat worthy of consideration. So as of now, Villain, all charges previously on your record have been dropped as thanks for your service. You will never have to worry about Agency coming after you ever again, so long as you stay out of future trouble."

Villain gawked at him in disbelief. "...You're serious?" She sputtered.

Superhero gave a dignified nod. "Yup. You're free to go where you please without Agency constantly breathing down your neck and keeping you under close surveillance, which would usually be the protocol for released criminals."

"Wow. What an upgrade," Villain snorted, smiling. "I appreciate the gesture.” She stuck out a hand toward him to shake his, eyes sparkling mischievously. “Friends?”

Superhero laughed, shaking his head. “Save the city a few more times first. Then we'll talk.”

“Pfft, I've had enough near-death experiences as is, so no thanks,” Villain teased. “Guess we'll just have to remain hostile allies.”

Superhero grinned in amusement, glancing at Hero. “I can see why you feel in love with her,” he teased lightly. “Though choosing a villain as a partner would be questionable in my book, you seem to have chosen well enough.”

Hero’s face flushed red with embarrassment, and he hurriedly wheeled Villain out the door and to the car waiting outside, helping her get in before folding up the wheelchair and tucking it in the back.

Villain watched out the window as they drove to Hero's house – the place she'd be staying while she finished healing for the foreseeable future. The cast on her broken leg felt bulky and awkward, and she looked forward to the day when she could have it cut off.

Hero pulled into the driveway, getting the wheelchair back out and helping Villain into it before carefully pushing her inside the house.

The first thing Villain noticed was how bright the interior was -- all the boards on the windows had been taken down, letting in plenty of sunlight, and the front door's handle and lock had been fixed. And she realized right away that the mahogany table was gone -- the one she'd bled all over and permanently stained the night Hero had found her on the street.

"You really remodeled the place when I was out, didn’t you?" She remarked.

"Yeah... I didn't want you to feel trapped here anymore," Hero replied sheepishly. "I'm hoping you'll stick around willingly this time, though, now that we've both admitted we still care about each other."

"And if I don't want to stick around?" Villain challenged.

"Then you're free to run away again," Hero said quietly. "I won't stop you this time. I kept you grounded here before because you were in no shape whatsoever to be out in the city alone as injured as you were -- and I knew your stubbornness would get you killed. You wanted to escape to spite me, but you would have very likely died if you'd succeeded in getting out of this house. But this time, circumstances are different. Aside from the broken leg and some other wounds, you're relatively intact. You can handle yourself if you run away this time."

"...I didn’t realize that was your reason for trapping me here when you found me," Villain said quietly. A pang of guilt pricked her gut at the realization.

She couldn’t see Hero behind her wheelchair, but she could sense his shrug.

"You wouldn't have believed me if I told you before because you didn't trust me, but I was looking out for you the whole time from the day I found you, even though I knew you hated me. I only wanted to help you heal."

"I'm sorry," Villain rasped.

"For what?"

"For not seeing that. I was so angry at you for keeping me caged that it blinded me to your intentions. I wanted to see the worst in you, so I did. I didn't even consider that you were doing it for my own good."

"You were bitter and hurt, and I can't blame you for that. I betrayed you and broke your trust -- I would've had a hard time seeing past the rage too, if our roles had been swapped. You have nothing to apologize for -- you had every right to distrust me."

Hero wheeled Villain into the bedroom, flicking on the lights. He scooped her out of the wheelchair and carried her in his strong arms, delicately laying her down on the bed.

"Are you comfortable enough?" He asked, draping a blanket over her.

Villain stifled a yawn. It had been a loooong day, and she was looking forward to resting and recovering. The cast was itchy on her leg, but it was a minor discomfort to tolerate. "Yes... this is good. Thanks."

Hero shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "Okay. I'll be on the couch, but holler if you need me." He turned to exit.

"Wait," Villain rasped softly, and he froze in his tracks.

"Yeah?"

"We can... We can share the bed tonight, if... you're okay with it." Villain coughed quietly, wincing. "I'll need help with the next dose of painkillers anyway."

It was an excuse and they both knew it, but Hero was kind enough not to point it out. He nodded knowingly, taking off his shirt and climbing onto the bed, laying down beside her and taking the utmost care not to jostle her injuries as he tugged one half of the blanket over himself to share it with her.

It was one of things she'd always admired about him the most -- his superstrength was enough to crush a person's skull in, and yet, he was so self-aware of his own power. Carefully restrained around her. Hero was someone with the capacity to do great harm, who chose to be gentle.

He kept a respectful distance between them, clearly unsure of where the boundary was -- but Villain lightly reached for him in wordless invitation, and he scooted close enough to hold her tenderly in his arms, his body relaxing against hers, the tension melting away.

Hero nuzzled her neck with his nose, inhaling deeply. "I'm so glad you're alive right now," he murmured. "It almost feels too good to be real. I had dreams about this, when you were still in a coma. Where you got better, and I could finally relax and not worry that your vitals would crash at any second – but then I'd wake up and you were still unconscious in a hospital bed. But in another universe in my head, I got to save you. I saved you from this suffering."

Villain's chest twisted with sympathy. She placed a hand on his warm chest, tracing the large scar that ran across it with her fingers like she used to. "Does this feel like a dream?"

Hero hesitated. "I don't believe it is, this time. I dare hope the worst of the nightmare is finally over."

Villain rested her forehead on his chest. "I'm real, Hero," she whispered. "At the end of the fight, I did tell you you would be okay, didn't I? And right now, you're okay. You're okay."

She felt Hero subtly flinch against her at the memory.

"I suppose you did," he agreed quietly, "but I hear your last breath every time there's silence. I could barely sleep at night after the fight -- and part of me is still scared to. Because what if it ruins the illusion? What if I'm actually not okay, and I'm really just broken and miserable inside and pretending I've got it all together when I don't?"

"Then I'll be here to help you through it," Villain whispered, cupping his jaw in a hand. "Because that's what lovers do, is it not? They're there for each other, through good and bad."

"But--"

"Shhh. Let it go, darling. We'll work through it together. You're not alone anymore, and neither am I."

Hero's watery eyes met hers. "You know, for an ex-criminal, you've got a heart of gold."

Villain smirked. "Or silver. I've still got a bit of evil in me that makes me not quite worth gold yet.”

Hero snorted a laugh, hugging her tighter. "You're one of a kind, Vil. I'm so glad to have you back."

"Yup. I'm limited edition," she agreed teasingly. "There is only one of me out of everyone in the entire world. One might even say I'm critically endangered."

"And there you go, ruining the romantic moment like usual."

"Tis' my specialty, darling."

Hero reached up with a hand and traced his fingers around the initials carved into Villain's shoulder, the evidence of Supervillain's mark now turned into a permanent scar. "And to think it all started with this. In a twisted way, Supervillain drew us together in his effort to tear us apart. Fate works in strange ways."

"Indeed it does." Villain snuggled close to his warmth, sighing heavily and looking up at him affectionately.

"I love you," she murmured drowsily.

"I love you too," Hero whispered back, tenderly kissing her forehead.

They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, and both of them looked forward to spending more nights just like this one.

Peaceful. Calm. And full of love.

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 39

Warnings: medwhump, villain in a coma, loads of emotional tension and heartbreak, some kissing involved

So he waited, sitting and sleeping right next to her medical bed day and night. Waiting for the moment she might open her eyes and look at him again.

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Villain had died. She was certain.

...But she'd also been certain she'd died when Supervillain had left her bleeding out on the road as a gift for Hero to find. And she'd been wrong that time. What if she was wrong again?

Because the dead can't have conscious thoughts... and yet Villain could think. She could be confused like she was right now. Not know what was happening around her and be worried by it.

Darkness floated around her mind... silent, heavy, and suffocating… a cold weightlessness that filled her head, encapsulated her entire being. She couldn't move. Everywhere was blocked by an invisible wall. She was trapped somewhere, somewhere small and dark...

And slowly, her awareness trickled back, a slow awakening from a long, dreamless sleep. Her mind was reeling, dazed and disoriented, but her surroundings were feeling more and more real with every second.

The first thing she became aware of was the distinct lack of pain she was in -- her whole body was pleasantly numb, limbs feeling unnaturally heavy. Then a faint beeping that matched her heartbeat to perfection.

Memories floated hazily in her mind... a chaotic jumble of images flashing by too fast to grasp onto. Her head throbbed from the overload of information, and she struggled to make sense of it all.

Then she remembered the pain, the cold, the fear. The feeling of Supervillain's dagger as it slid into her side.

I... I should be dead. Why am I not dead?

Her mind, grasping for purchase in the endless black abyss, seized upon a new, powerful memory, and reality came crashing back all at once. She remembered staring up into Hero's lovely tear-streaked face as he held her close, remembered trying to comfort him even through her own pain, before all the lights went out. But everything after that was just... darkness. Silence. Nothingness. Until now. Because now, miraculously, she could feel again -- and she knew she wasn't dreaming.

She took several deep, slow breaths to steady herself and gather her bearings before focusing her effort on opening her eyes to get a look at her surroundings.

The first thing she saw was a white ceiling. And then Hero's face appeared over her, his expression shocked and surprised and devastatingly relieved all at once, a look so open and vulnerable it made her chest ache.

He stared at her, and Villain stared back, eyes wide, locked in sacred silence. Like both of them were coming to terms with the new reality.

Then, Hero's eyes grew watery, and without a word he leaned down and kissed her, awkwardly throwing his arms around her on the medical bed in an intense hug, the fiercest one Villain had ever received.

It took a second for Villain to react, to feel the realness of Hero's lips on her, but after that she melted into him and kissed him back with equal desperation, lifting a weak hand up to comb shaky fingers through his soft hair, like she needed even more proof that he was here with her.

They were panting when they broke apart, and Hero rested his forehead on Villain's shoulder -- and suddenly started sobbing. Out of gratitude and relief this time, instead of anguish and grief. The moment felt too good to be true. All the guilt-ridden tension he'd been holding onto bled out of him in a flood. Because Villain was alive – and to him, that meant everything would be okay.

“...H-Hero?” Villain whispered hoarsely, her voice scratchy and rough from disuse. Thanks to the obvious painkillers it didn't hurt to speak – it was mildly uncomfortable at most. “How… we're… what happened…? Supervillain…?”

“You killed him,” Hero choked out, “but he killed you too. You bled out in my arms, and – and–”

He couldn't get the rest out, the breath sawing in and out of his lungs. But he cleared his throat and tried again.

“You died, Vil,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I thought you weren't coming back.”

Villain offered him a wobbly smirk. “You know me – I'm hard to get rid of. My good karma points keep me alive.”

Hero snorted a startled laugh. “You? A notoriously evil villain? Your name and ‘good karma’ have no business being in the same sentence. You've screwed too many people over in your life.”

Villain chuckled quietly. “I did help you stop Supervillain, though,” she pointed out. “I think the karma earned from that noble feat alone overrides my past crimes.”

Hero pulled back to look at her, biting his lip nervously. “Did you… mean what you said, at… at the end?” He stumbled over the words. “That…”

“I love you too,” Villain echoed faintly. She remembered.

Hero was watching her closely, his expression openly hopeful yet prepared for rejection, and Villain felt the weight of her next decision weighing heavily on her conscience.

She could take it back. Should take it back. Hero had betrayed her once – he could do it again. But…

Villain let out a shaky breath, and drew in another, making her choice.

“I do,” she whispered. “I love you too. I meant it. I can tell you've… changed. I'm not yet sure how much you have, but… I want us to try again. If you'll allow it.”

“Yes. I would like that. I'd like it very much.” Hero's eyes watered, and he leaned over to hug her again, but Villain put a weak hand on his chest, stopping him.

Her eyes hardened. “I want to give you a second chance. I really do. But if I'm going to let you into my life again… you can't go behind my back. Because if you betray me a second time–”

“--I won't,” Hero answered instantaneously, and she could tell he meant it. “I swear I will always, always be loyal to you, above all else, for the rest of our lives. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Villain's eyes softened, and her guard cracked and crumbled into dust, Hero stealing her heart all over again. She let herself be vulnerable again for the first time in the three years she'd been on the run, risked opening herself up to being hurt again – with the hope that things would be different this time around. Because she loved Hero, fiercely. And the walls she'd built to keep the world out had kept her from him for far too long.

Her expression tightened with emotion, and she took her hand away from Hero's chest to run it through his hair again, pulling him close and kissing him passionately.

They were both crying by the end of it, in relief and love all the same. Two hearts broken, and mending, united by pain and passion. Two healing souls. Two lovers who had found each other again.

And it was beautiful.

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 38

Warnings: medwhump, villain in a coma, loads of emotional tension and heartbreak

Hero let out a shaky breath of relief when he noticed the heart monitor's strength had increased slightly. Healer had miraculously bought Villain time she desperately needed to recover.

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Over the next few days, Hero dared to let himself hope. Dared to hope that Villain might wake up. After Healer had lightened the load of her injuries, she'd started slowly getting better. Her body was finally healing. She was still comatose, but... it was progress. And that's all Hero cared about.

He stayed in the chair next to the medical bed whenever he was able, guilt eating him alive inside. He had so much he still wanted to say to Villain. So many conflicting emotions to express. But as another agonizingly long week passed, Villain remained unconscious, the machines breathing for her the whole time. Medic had checked her brain activity to see if there was anything even firing, and there was. Electrical activity was minimal, but it meant Villain was still in there somewhere. She just wasn't waking up. Alive, but unresponsive, despite her improving physical health.

On the ninth day after Healer's life-saving visit to Villain, Medic informed Hero she should come to her senses any day now. But day thirteen came and went, and Villain showed no signs of alertness. And Hero's hope finally began to shrivel up and die in despair.

He didn't give up on her. But he was beginning to lose faith that he'd ever get her back.

Part of him wondered if he was just prolonging his own suffering by not letting Villain go. Because it hurt to see her like this -- Hero's heart broke every time he walked into her room to be greeted by silence, no longer by the hiss of the ventilator once Medic removed it. Villain was healed enough to breathe on her own.

It was emotionally exhausting, and many times Hero found himself holding Villain's hand and just breaking down crying alone with her in the medical room, because it was the only thing he could do. He was powerless to do anything to help -- to improve her chances of survival.

He desperately wanted to hear Villain's voice again -- to hear her snap at him, make one of her classic witty jokes, jab at him with biting sarcasm, anything.

So he waited, sitting and sleeping right next to her medical bed day and night. Waiting for the moment she might open her eyes and look at him again.

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 37

Warnings: Villain in a coma, healing whump, side effects of healing, lots of emotional whump, cuts & gash injuries

Healer walked over to the side of Villain's bed, his dull eyes glossing over her weak appearance as Superhero gently tugged off the heated blanket that had been keeping her warm. And finally, the first flicker of emotion sparked in his gaze -- sadness. No pity, or sympathy, just... sadness.

Healer took his hands out of his pocket, and Hero realized that he'd been wearing gloves -- which he promptly took off and delicately set on the chair Hero usually sat in.

"How much do you want healed?" Healer asked quietly.

"As much as you can physically manage," Superhero replied.

Healer lifted his hands, reaching over to grab Villain's pale arm -- but hesitated. "I do this, and you'll ensure my mother's treatment?"

"Just like we agreed on," Superhero confirmed.

Hero shot him a confused glance. Was he blackmailing the kid into this? And what did the teen mean by 'treatment'? Couldn't he just heal whatever was ailing his mother on his own?

Superhero caught his eye. "His mother has an aggressive form of cancer," he explained. "They are extremely poor financially, and can't afford to get her top-level medical care. What she needs is a very specialized type of lifesaving surgery to remove a cancerous mass. Healer hasn't been able to fix her on his own -- he can treat the symptoms with his superpower, but he can't remove abnormal growths from inside the body."

He grimaced. "I made a deal that if he helps heal Villain, I'll ensure his mother gets that surgery. Medic is more than skilled enough for the job."

Hero couldn't help but feel that it was wrong to use Healer's gifts in such a way. To leverage his desperation against him. If he wasn't under stress, would he still have agreed to help Villain of his own free will?

Just accept the miracle, he snapped angrily at himself. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Villain's going to get better. It's worth it.

He watched as Healer placed his hands on Villain's arm, squeezing his eyes shut.

Nothing happened at first. But then, Healer started flinching and twitching, and Hero watched with wide eyes as tears and gashes started appearing on his visible skin, his arms sliced with red lines -- which were disappearing from Villain's arms.

Oh. So that's what his gift meant. Hero hadn't fully grasped it until now -- the steep price that Healer's ability cost. Trading his own health to heal the wounds of someone else.

Healer bowed his head, sweat beading on his face, and his expression twisted with pain. He was trembling violently, but didn't let go of Villain's arm.

Hero couldn't believe it, but a bit of color returned to Villain's ashen face. It was working.

But then, Healer groaned, swaying unsteadily on his feet. He suddenly sucked in a gasp of air, letting go of Villain and falling backwards with a sharp cry.

Superhero caught him before he could hit the ground, gently lowering him to sit in the chair.

"S-Sorry," Healer rasped hoarsely, his voice coming out strained with pain. "That's all I think I can physically handle... right now..."

"Thank you," Superhero replied, "I appreciate you doing what you could." He looped an arm around the teen's waist to help him stand and walk out of the room, but Healer let out a choked scream, recoiling. Superhero quickly jerked his hands away, startled.

"Sorry," Healer panted, hissing through gritted teeth and clutching at his side with a hand. "Hurts... in a lot of places... I can walk myself out..." He struggled to get up, but on the third try he made it out of the chair, wobbly on his legs as he limped toward the door.

Superhero stuck close to him, ready to catch him if he collapsed again, and leaving Hero in the room alone with Villain.

Hero let out a shaky breath of relief when he noticed the heart monitor's strength had increased slightly. Healer had miraculously bought Villain time she desperately needed to recover.

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I stumbled across this meme on Pinterest and IMMEDIATELY my first thought was my chapter from "Traitors & Lovers" where it looks like Villain dies (the specific chapter is linked here)

I broke so many of my readers' hearts with that one, and I feel like this meme perfectly relates to how I picture them reacting if my story was an actual paper-copy book 😂

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 36

Warnings: descriptions of death, intense emotional whump, medwhump, ventilator & IV lines, person on life support, heartbreak & grief

I want you back. It's you -- it's always going to be you I choose. I never should have betrayed your trust -- those three years you ran off and went missing were the worst of my life. I wondered how many times the same thing could break my heart, once I found you again and discovered how much you hated me. I realized that the answer was 'as long as you love it'. And I never stopped loving you... so I keep breaking instead.

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Hero rarely left Villain's side as the days passed, only departing long enough to take quick showers or do basic things to keep himself healthy like eating a meal to not starve. Aside from the bare minimum care for himself he stayed loyally in the chair at Villain's bedside at day and slept in it at night, worry and grief constantly plaguing him.

He stayed with her through every examination by Medic, through every follow-up surgery operation that tried to further repair the damage Supervillain had dealt. He stayed as Villain's condition steadily deteriorated, stayed as she got worse and weaker. Stayed as death crept closer at the two-week mark. Stayed when Medic said it might be best to turn off the machines and let her go.

No matter what happened, he stayed. As if to prove he'd changed, prove he wouldn't abandon Villain a second time. Prove he loved her.

"I miss you," he whispered every day. And every day, the weakening beeping of the heart monitor was his only answer.

Villain wasn't waking up. She was only getting worse. But Hero refused to pull the plug -- he hoped some miracle could happen.

And after two weeks, the unbelievable miracle happened.

Superhero had pulled Hero out of Villain's room for a discussion. He said he'd been searching for other people with superpowers that might be able to help save Villain, and he'd found one. A rare healer who could heal wounds by taking them onto himself. Absorbing the damage and making it his own.

Obviously, the healer wouldn't be able to fully heal Villain, because that would mean taking her place on the deathbed. But if he healed her even a little, it could be enough to swing the odds and lighten the load enough for Villain's body to heal the rest of the way on its own.

Hero had been on board with the idea as soon as Superhero mentioned 'a chance'.

And the next day, the healer arrived.

He did not look like Hero would have imagined. He was a thin, scrawny teenager, couldn't be more than seventeen, who Superhero introduced as 'Healer'. He looked like a normal lower-class person picked up off the streets, wearing ripped jeans and a simple shirt-sleeve shirt.

But his eyes didn't look like they belonged to a teenager. They looked... hollow. Almost like there wasn't a real person somewhere in the body they belonged to. They were dull, impassive, and weary, the kind of weary usually seen in seniors alone.

Hero found it unsettling, and he wondered if Superhero had grabbed the wrong person. But he wasn't about to object, if there was a slight chance this teenager could save Villain. He wouldn't jeopardize that by asking too many questions. And they were already moving anyway, walking down the hall toward the medical wing.

He trailed after Superhero and the teen, who kept his hands stuffed in his pockets and walked stiffly with each step like he was ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

But he didn't look scared. So why did it look like he wanted to run?

Hero didn't have long to wonder before the three of them were filing into Villain's room. He could never get used to seeing her hooked up to so many machines. The guilt always slammed into him at the sight.

"This is the one you mentioned?" The healer spoke for the first time, his voice eerily flat and devoid of all emotion.

"Yes," Superhero affirmed. "She's the one who needs your gifts."

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 35

Warnings: descriptions of what dying feels like, intense emotional whump, medwhump, ventilator & IV lines, person on life support, heartbreak & grief

Hero couldn't form coherent words, but he nodded, letting Superhero wrap his arms around him and take off, flying him to Agency.

The sobs had mostly stopped by the time they'd arrived, but the pain was still there, sharp as a blade that sliced into his heart. He was in absolute shock and disbelief as Superhero helped him limp off to an isolated room to await help, leaving him alone in his misery.

Hero gripped his hair in his hands, breathing shakily through clenched teeth and rocking back and forth in his chair in a futile effort to soothe himself.

The whole situation felt surreal. He'd known Villain for so long, and they'd been through so much together. And now she was... gone, just like that. Because Supervillain had known the deepest way to hurt him was to go for the part of his heart Villain held. Curse him.

Hero's head snapped up when the door to the room opened, and Medic stepped inside, hair messy. He looked tired. Exhausted, actually.

The surgeon gave Hero a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I've got some news," he started slowly. "Villain's still alive, as of now. Barely hanging in there, but alive. I got her semi-stabilized. She's critical, so I don't want you to get your hopes up, but there is a chance she'll make it."

"How big of a chance?" Hero asked.

Medic averted his eyes, and that was answer enough.

"I want to see her."

"You can't yet."

"Why the hell not?!" Hero demanded.

Medic narrowed his eyes at him. "The other doctors are finishing getting the machines set up for Villain, and you are injured and need to be fixed up first anyway so you're not bleeding everywhere."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Medic, please. If she's going to die I want to see her one last time."

"No. Let me help you first and we'll go from there. I'm not budging on that."

Hero growled low in his throat in frustration, but hastily shed his fighting suit to expose his wounds and let Medic check them.

"Fortunately the bullets didn't hit anything vital," Medic announced after a brief examination. "All three are through-and- through, so there's no bullets stuck in your flesh. Makes my job easier." He pulled out a suture kit from a drawer, instructing Hero to lie down on the examination table to be stitched up.

Hero twitched and squirmed restlessly throughout the whole thing, desperate to get done and go see Villain's condition.

"Can you sit still for ten minutes?" Medic snapped, readjusting his position once more. "Do I have to call in reinforcements to hold you down? You're not making this go any faster."

Hero scowled, biting back a snarky retort -- it wouldn't help his situation. He forced himself to settle down, though he itched to get up and run right out the door.

"Done," Medic finally announced, snipping off the last bit of surgical thread.

Hero was on his feet in an instant. "Where's Villain?"

"I'll take you to her, but... you should be warned, it might hurt to see her in the shape she's in."

"Don't care," Hero snapped. "I have to see her. Please?"

The corner of Medic's mouth twitched, but he didn't comment, wordlessly leading Hero out of the room and off toward where Villain was being kept, stopping in front of a plain white door.

"I'll give you two some time alone," he said quietly.

Hero's heart dropped to the soles of his feet when he stepped in and laid eyes on her -- Villain. She was limp on the medical bed, a clear tube running through her open mouth and down her throat, attached to a machine that pumped timed breaths into her lungs. Several other machines were next to her bed performing other bodily functions -- and they were the only things standing between her and death.

A mess of tubes were connected to her arms and neck, some filled with clear liquid and others cycling blood through her, and Hero counted at least six different bags on the IV stand.

Villain's broken leg was in a cast, and every other injury was wrapped in gauze and bandages. Her face was pale, so terribly pale. She looked so weak and fragile like this, like the slightest touch might kill her.

Hero stood and watched for several minutes, listening to the pneumatic hiss of the ventilator breathing for her, before he shook himself out of the shock enough to approach the side of Villain's bed. Guilt ripped him apart inside as he looked down at her, devastation yawning like a deep, bottomless pit of sorrow and despair that threatened to swallow him whole.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you," he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him. "Why did you have to agree to fight Supervillain with me? I know now that you knew exactly how the story was going to end, but still, you gave it a try. Why couldn't you have just let me face him alone like I wanted to?" His voice cracked with emotion.

"I told you I didn't want to put you in danger again. But you're so stubborn." He pulled up a chair next to the bed, gently taking Villain's cold hand in his own and tenderly rubbing a thumb over the back of it.

"I love you, Vil, I love you so much and it hurts and--" Hero's voice choked off, and he let out a dry laugh. "That's what love is, though, isn't it? Love is pain. It hurts. It's the cost of loving something -- knowing that one day, that something could be gone, and leave agony in its wake. And yet we choose to love anyway, because it's worth it."

His face twisted with grief. "If you ever wake up, I swear to be here for you for the rest of our lives. I will never betray you again, and I will love you with every fiber of my being and make sure you never feel lost and alone ever again. I love you fiercely, Villain, and... if you give me a second chance, I will not ruin it. I promise." He pressed his forehead to Villain's hand and sobbed quietly, the sluggish beeping of the heart monitor and the hiss of the ventilator the only other sounds aside from his own crying.

Please wake up, his thoughts cried with him. You said I'd be okay without you... but I'm not. I'm scared, and alone, and you're the only one that ever makes it feel better.

He’d never felt more broken than in this moment, not knowing if Villain would live through the night. That he could lose the one person he loved most.

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Traitors & Lovers (Hero & Villain) part 34

Warnings: traumatic character death scene, bleeding out/descriptions of what dying feels like, intense emotional whump, someone being covered in another person's blood, grief/rage outburst, repeated cardiac arrest, medwhump

Superhero waved her off. "No... I just need... to breathe," he gasped out. "Go see... if Medic... needs extra hands... to help him..."

Assistant nodded her acknowledgement and scurried off.

Once Superhero caught his breath he stood up and made his way to the medical wing to check on how things were going. And it was a terrible sight. He looked through the giant glass window into the treatment room and saw Villain sprawled out on the surgical table, Medic elbow-deep in blood trying to staunch the bleeding in her side and stitch it up as fast as he could while seven other nurses rushed around him hooking Villain up to machines and several IVs for blood transfusion.

"We lost her!" One nurse announced, and Superhero winced at the flatline screaming of the heart monitor.

"Stand back!" Another doctor barked, stepping forward with paddles to try shocking Villain back to life.

Medic paused in his work, taking his hands away long enough for the shock to be delivered.

Villain's pulse came back, but it was all over the place, the beat erratic and uneven as Medic resumed stitching her up with skilled hands.

Several blood transfusions were being given at once, and yet, she flatlined again. And again.

It was a rhythm of chaos in the surgery room -- Villain would die, Medic would pull away long enough for her to be shocked back to life again, then continue working to save her, and the vicious cycle would restart.

Superhero watched Villain die over and over again. He couldn't pry his eyes away, until he suddenly remembered: Hero. He'd been hurt too -- not as bad a Villain, but he still needed medical attention.

He watched Villain flatline one more time before turning away and shaking his head in disappointment. No one could survive this. He knew at heart that not even Medic could fix it, though he was grateful for the surgeon's efforts.

Breaking the news to Hero would be hard, but right now his biggest priority was bringing the crimefighter in for treatment now that Villain was in Medic's skilled hands. So he left Agency and took to the sky again, heading back to the town square to retrieve Hero.

He found him sitting on the lip of the water fountain when he landed, staring down at his bloody hands like he didn't know what to do with them. Supervillain's lifeless body was sprawled in the dirt a few feet away from him with a blade stitching out of his throat.

"Villain do that?" Superhero asked, jerking his chin at the body.

He was met with silence.

"Hero," he growled, firmer this time.

Finally, Hero lifted his head to look at him, tears trailing down his bruised face. "Is she going to make it?" He whispered hoarsely.

Superhero's eyes softened with sympathy, and he took a seat next to Hero on the fountain, rubbing his back comfortingly.

"She was alive when I reached Agency," he answered, choosing his words carefully. He couldn't lie, but he didn't want to be the one to tell Hero how slim the chances of his former lover surviving were.

"And now?" Hero asked, stripping away any chance of him dodging the topic.

Superhero sighed sadly, giving Hero's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's... not looking great," he admitted. "She's coding nearly every minute, and Medic is doing his best to save her, but... you should probably prepare for the worst. The chances are high that Villain will not make it to tomorrow. I'm sorry.”

Hero stared at him for a long second, like his mind was taking a moment to process and accept his words. Then he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching wail, burying his face in his hands and breaking down sobbing.

"NO!" He screamed in anguish through the tears. "I loved her. I loved her so much, and I barely got the chance to show it. WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO DIE?! Why didn't death pick me??"

He got to his feet, whirled around, and slammed a fist into the fountain in blind rage mixed with grief, chucks of cement flying under the impact. "WHYYYYYY???"

He screamed himself hoarse, demolishing the fountain, and Superhero let him burn it off, waiting until he was tired out and crying wretchedly to approach again.

"I know you're hurting, Hero," he said softly, "but I need to take you back to Agency to get your wounds treated now. We can deal with the rest later... okay?"

Hero couldn't form coherent words, but he nodded, letting Superhero wrap his arms around him and take off, flying him to Agency.

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