#hero x villain drabble

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Pitch Black - Mini snippet "What are you doing here?!" Villain demanded, crossing their arms and glaring at the sidekick standing on their front step. The sidekick, however, didn't reply, instead pushing past the villain with strength and almost *desperation* that shocked the criminal.

"What the hell-"

"I need your help- I need- I don't know- I just- I couldn't think of anyone else to go to and- I had to tell someone and-" The hero's sidekick was nearly hyperventilating, pushing out words between their deep breaths that were nothing short of a rambling mess. They were pacing back and forth in tight circles.

"Sidekick!" Villian said loudly, just to get the other's attention. Sidekick flinched, wrapping their arms around themselves like they were cold before slowly turning to face the villain. Only then did the criminal notice how wet the other's eyes looked.

The criminal gaped at them for a moment, completely unsure what to do. Was this a fight? It didn't seem like one. Storming in through their front door seemed a poor way to go about stealing something. Was this a trick? They weren't exactly known for having a "soft side,"... but the sidekick was genuinely shaking in front of them. It would be a stupid setup for a trick, coming here all alone unless they weren't-

The villain turned back to the still-open door behind them and glanced around.

"I'm here alone, I- I swear,"

The villain took a deep breath and slowly closed the their front door, locking it before turning back to the sidekick in front of them.

Now what? Nothing like this had ever happened to villain. They had half a mind to just throw them down in the dungeon and be done with it, but...

"Living room," the Villain ordered, pointing. The sidekick did as they were told, heading in the direction with the villain close behind them until they entered a cozy-looking living room.

"Sit."

They perched on one of the couches, arms still wrapped around themselves. They eyed the villain warily. Yet, it wasn't the *villain* they seemed wary of. If the villain was being honest, the other seemed wary of their own bloody shadow.

They appraised the other for a few more seconds before sighing, letting a bit of the tension in their shoulders ease.

"Now, want to tell me why exactly you're barging into my home, unarmed, all alone, at midnight?" they asked, tone less threatening then it had been prior.

Sidekick's shaking seemed to increase, and the arms around themselves tightened. "I- I'm sorry, I just- Hero- I-" Suddenly they were crying, breathing increasing again, "Oh god-" they buried their face in their hands

"Are they dead?" Villain assumed, crossing their arms and half-sitting on the arm of an adjacent couch. Why the hell would sidekick come to them if hero-

"What?" Sidekick snapped up to look at them, eyes wide, "No, no, they aren't-" Sidekick shook their head, wiping their tears in an attempt to regather themselves. Villain sat quietly.

After another deep breath, Sidekick turned to look at the villain again.

"Hero had gone home early, with a cold. I went to the afternoon meeting but- but after it was over I went- I went to check on them- see if- if they needed anything," They managed, taking another deep breath.

Villain watched their fingers tighten on their knees, turning white.

"I didn't want to wake them if they were sleeping- so I let myself in the front door with my key. I found them in the kitchen, super groggy and out of it. Getting themselves a glass of water. It wasn't.... It wasn't until they turned to look at me...." Their voice seemed to break, arms coming to wrap around themselves again.

"And.....?"

"Their eyes were black" they whispered, like they were afraid to even say the words out loud, "Pitch black,"

The weight of the situation finally seemed to dawn on the villain.

"I- they didn't seem to notice, thanking me for coming to check on them before turning to go back to bed,"

"Are you suggesting what I think you are....?" Villain asked cautiously.

The sidekick nodded, "I couldn't go to anyone at the agency, what if-" They swallowed, "What if they already know? What if there are more? What if they all are-" They couldn't bring themselves to finish the sentence. "I couldn't think of what else to do but come here..."

Villain was starting to understand. It would take a pretty extreme situation for anyone to see their house as the safest option, but well....

Finding out the hero was a demon was a pretty extreme situation.

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Spare Him

Hello :) Could you do something where the hero and villain were lovers but the villain betrayed the hero somehow and now it’s super angsty and the hero is begging so hard for the villain to not do whatever they’re going to do (maybe getting on their knees to beg too, who knows) and it’s just SUPER ANGSTY :)) Sorry for the long ask, thank you very much and I love your writing!

A/N: As promised, although I feel like I filled this request before, here it is! Thank you for the kind words :)

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"Why are you here?" Villain's tone was bored and cutting. Hero missed his tone before; soft, like a caress or a smooth fur blanket that Hero couldn't wait to curl into at the end of the day.

"Do they trust you?" Hero asked, and though she had just arrived, she thought she manipulated the situation so well. This was until Villain smiled, his lips splitting ever so slightly to reveal his sharp teeth. Hero never found them fitting until now as she stood below his pedestal.

There was unspoken conversation between the two of them, and Hero felt humiliated, even though Villain was the only person who understood. He had betrayed her and it hurt to say the very least.

Villain remained silent, and Hero knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted her to keep talking, to keep asking questions, and to keep digging her own hole further into the ground at the face of his Council. They were lined up on either side of the throne room, surrounding her as she stood in front of Villain.

She obliged Villain's unspoken request. Hero would embarrass herself if it meant stopping him and his traitorous doings. "What are you doing this for?" She didn't want to say too much, didn't want to say something she would regret. Did his council know who stood before them aside from their own king?

"Elaborate."

But Hero couldn't, and Villain knew that. He knew who she was and why she was here even if she wouldn't state it aloud. He was playing a game with her, but this was dire to her.

Her hands were shaking. "I would like to request a private audience with you." The guard behind her held back a laugh; she could tell by the hot air on the back of her neck. It made her all too aware of how close he was standing. His presence was less threatening, however, than Villain's.

"It sounds as though you trust yourself less than me. You can't speak your mind in front of my council?" He raised a brow and gestured to the grandiose of the room, how everyone was listening, waiting to see why she had shown up- this girl who was alone in front of a king, and too afraid to speak.

Villain tapped his fingers against the arm of his throne. He still bore that half-amused smile. It made Hero's stomach churn, and for a moment, she had to stop herself from crying. His smile widened as if he could see the halted tears in her waterline.

However, his smile fell away in another moment, when he rolled his eyes, seemingly tired of his own game. As Hero concentrated on Villain's eyes, she realized they were no longer focused on her, and instead focused behind her. The guard. "Take her away."

"Villain, wait!" Still, a hand remained on her shoulder. Villain held a hand up and nodded. The hand slid away, but in its place, a weight held her down.

Hero was afraid. She was alive, and as great as it was, she half-expected to be killed when she walked in. It was part of Villain's plan; she was certain given his betrayal. She squeezed her eyes shut thinking about it, gave herself a moment to regain her composure.

The plan was to make a bargain, but not believing she would make it this far, Hero had no bargaining chip- only a plea.

"You killed my brother"- her head twitched and she recoiled at her own memory. Villain. Sword. Brother. Blood...She couldn't finish her request.

"And what? You took it personally?" He tilted his head at her, remarking her as though she were a curiosity, not as someone who he had ever loved, cherished, or betrayed. Villain's lips came to a satisfied close as his council snickered and jeered at Hero from their seats.

"I came to ask you a favor." Her chest was hurting, swelling with the thought of her request. She felt herself swallowing as she heard her own breaths, too loud in her own head. Villain's fingers tapping against his throne didn't help. "I know you plan to kill my last brother. I am sure you have planned to kill me, as well. While I don't ask for you to spare me, I ask that you spare him."

She paused for the briefest moment. Hero couldn't take her eyes off of Villain's hand, its incessant tapping. It reminded her of two things.

It reminded her of humid nights when she and Villain knew the guards in her homeland wouldn't be on standby due to the mugginess outside. They would go off into the woods, find a clearing, and lay down, then peak at the stars through the foliage. Villain would wrap an arm through her own and drum against it with his fingers. They felt warm, always warm.

The tapping reminded her of another moment, one more sinister. Her brother was a good man; he was going to make an even greater king. He would take his armor off, beat it into a sheet, and lay it on the ground for anyone if there were a puddle. And if that weren't enough, he'd walk away and let the armor become a bridge so that no one faced the puddle again. Oftentimes, he didn't wear his armor, and Hero scolded him for it. There was no scolding him as Villain killed him. Hero could hear her own screams echoing back to her now.

Though these memories happened over a course of years, they flashed across her eyes in a moment. She begged Villain, "Please let my last brother live."

"Speak up."

Hero could only close her eyes and bite her tongue. What she wanted to do, what she wish she had to capability to do, was to scream at Villain. Curse him for the love he gave and the terror he committed after- during. Hero would have never imagined Villain would betray her, would kill her brother in a passing moment.

It was a duel. It was meant to be a duel. But Villain grabbed her brother's shoulder so ferociously, so intently as he pushed his sword.

'First blood?'

Hero had been happy that Villain and her brother got along. Hero could still hear her brother's sword bouncing off the ground as he bled into Villain's chest.

'How about first one to stumble?'

Her brother didn't enjoy fighting and would only swing his sword while training. Hero was shocked he agreed to duel Villain.

And Villain held her cheek afterwards, fingers coated in blood. He told her that he would be leaving now. A brisk murder and an even swifter absence.

"Hero."

A knot formed in her stomach as her attention was recaptured. Villain stood in front of her, and his hand was reaching towards her cheek. Her chest shook with sobs as his hand touched her skin, and it was soft.

"Don't," she said, and she spoke quietly so that no one else could hear, save Villain, and maybe the guard if he were still behind her.

"What would you do?"

Hero hadn't realized she pushed her cheek further into his hand until she was looking up to meet his gaze. Did his love always look like curiosity? Had she been mistaking him all along?

"For my brother?" she asked, and waited for his single nod. "Anything."

He hummed, and his closed lips lifted into a gentle smirk. His thumb ran across her cheek bone, and Hero clenched her jaw. "Your life for his. On your knees."

Her chest quaked again and she swallowed. Without thinking, she dropped. "How will I know you won't kill him?"

It was in the next moment that she knew the guard was still behind her because his sword came to rest on her shoulder. The edge of the blade touched her neck and Hero found herself turning away from it.

"Because you will be alive to stop me should I try."

Looking up, Hero found the same grin Villain wore before as he shoved his sword through her brother. "I want you to kneel there and beg me to marry you." His voice was loud enough for all to hear, and the Council even began shifting in their seats, leaning forward, straightening their spines for a better look.

"Marry you?"

His eyes darted up, and in the same moment they found Hero's again, she felt the blade sink in just a little further. "Villain, please..." ...don't make me do this.

"Continue."

She tried to adjust her shoulder, to make the blade fall, but the guard just pushed it further than before. It took everything not to push it away with a hand. If her arms left her side, she knew the guard wouldn't hesitate to harm her. So she clenched her fists instead. Her breathing was perhaps the least controlled aspect.

"You want to save your brother, don't you?"

"Villain." She couldn't do this. She couldn't-

"Three," he began, "two..."

The back of her head was pounding and her heart was throbbing, beating against her chest like it needed an out as much as she did. Chills spiraled up and down her arms and neck. She shuddered.

"One. Take her outside. I will be there shortly." Villain turned his back and began walking towards his throne once again.

Hero felt the sword cut into her neck as the guard slid it away. She winced and her back caved as she felt relief. Tears streamed down her face and for a minute she thought she was in the clear. Villain let her live.

But the realization hit as quickly as the relief. He would kill her in the public's eye to prove a point. The chills resurfaced, and as she was pulled from the ground onto her kicking feet, Hero screamed, "Villain, no! Please. Let me marry you. Let me be your queen and I will never look back at home or my brothers or anything that you have done. Please, Villain. Let me save my brother."

The room erupted in short snorts and satisfied chuckles. Villain hushed them with a hand before circling back to Hero. His steps were off-beat from the beating of her heart; it made Hero's head spin faster than the memories she relived just minutes ago. Had it only been minutes?

"Tomorrow. You become my queen, and your kingdom receives no word of it. You will not speak to them, and you will not speak of them. Let go of her." This last part was said to the guard, and so he did. Hero was once again a slump on the ground. Villain leaned down to her, and grabbed her arm before yanking her forward. She winced as his lips touched her ear, but she released a breath as he whispered, "There's something you need to know. Follow along."

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Part 2 here

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Prompt 4

Cw: Hero takes pain meds that are pills, and there's a very brief mention of blood. Also there is violence.

Also, quick note: I wrote this in mere minutes and I'm posting it after skimming over it briefly. I am very sleepy. I'll just edit anything that needs to be edited later on I guess. But not now. it's like raw meat.

It was the middle of an intense battle with the villain, and hero was getting beaten badly. The hero had just been kicked in the face by the villain yet again, when suddenly from behind they heard a familiar voice shouting out.

"Come on [hero] you've got this!" Their new sidekick beamed, pumping their fists in the air with excitement. Sidekick was definitely late, that was for certain. However their sudden appearance spooked the villain.

"Who's kid is that?!" The villain shouted, staring at the sidekick with wide eyes. Sidekick offered a warm smile in return. The villain gripped hero's shirt with both hands, digging into the fabric. Hero was grinning, and their nose had started to bleed.

"I didn't make the kid, but it's definitely mine." The hero chuckled, causing the villain to jolt their head towards the hero. The villain studied the hero's face and then glanced back at the kid.

"Why is your kid here?! Why would you bring a kid to a rooftop fight?" The villain questioned, releasing their grip on the hero's shirt. The hero stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. They had a puzzled expression painted across their face.

"The kid was bored and I thought they could help out." Hero stated, as if it was an obvious answer. In a bit of a delayed reaction, sidekick quickly rushed to their caregiver's side and pulled out a small first aid kit.

"I'm very helpful." Sidekick nodded in agreement. The child pulled out a small box of pain medication and a water bottle. The villain was too shocked to do anything. The villain had never really given the personal lives of their enemies much thought before.

Sidekick handed hero a small pill and unscrewed the lid on the water bottle. The hero smiled lovingly at their kid, before quickly swallowing the pill. "Thank you, I appreciate you." Hero whispered with care. Their demeanor towards the child was a harsh contrast to how they were around the villain.

The villain didn't know how to respond to this. It was such an odd sight, perhaps this was some sort of weird dream? Well, whatever it was.. they weren't interested in upsetting this child. "Fine. You win. I don't want to beat you up in front of a kid." The villain grumbled, staring down at the hero. Their gaze was bitter.

Hero shot the villain a smug smile before getting up with the assistance of their sidekick.

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Tall cocky villain teasing short hero 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hi Anon! This sounds fun! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

“How’s the weather down there?”

Hero bristled and turned. Villain strode over to them, an entire six feet and three inches tall. Hero, meanwhile, glared up at them, only five feet and two inches tall. Much shorter than Villain, and right now, much more annoyed.

“What do you want?” Hero bit out.

Villain continued to advance until they and Hero were mere inches apart. They looked down at them with a smug grin on their face.

“I was just wondering, when you make your breakfast in the morning, do you have to get a stepladder to reach the counter, or do you just jump as high as you can and hope for the best?”

“What?”

Villain chuckled and rested their arm on Hero’s head.

“Also, are you sure you’re cut out for this whole hero thing? I heard the garden gnomes are accepting applications, and- gah!”

Hero had charged up ice crystals and punched Villain right in the gut.

“Heh, I guess you’ve got a short fuse, much like the rest of you,” Villain said with a wince.

Hero summoned more ice crystals into their hands.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t turn you into a popsicle,” Hero growled.

Villain grinned and formed two flames in their hands.

“So you can feed me to the other kids?” they asked innocently.

Hero lunged, hurling two ice beams at Villain. Villain released a flame in a wide arc to shield themselves, then aimed a fist toward Hero’s jaw. Hero countered the punch and sent icy throwing stars toward Villain. Villain was pinned to the rooftop wall. Before Hero could strike, Villain melted the ice with their power and jumped to the rooftop ledge.

“As fun as this has been,” Villain said, “Henchman has been raiding Museum, and I’m supposed to meet up with them. Until next time, Hero.”

Villain gracefully leapt off the rooftop ledge and down to a fire escape, creating a wall of flames behind them, leaving Hero to fume by themselves.

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Also, thank you to @thelocalnemesis and @larinzz and @onlywhump for giving me ideas on how Villain could tease Hero!

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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 18

A/N: Ngl I feel pretty accomplished rn😂 Very happy to be making progress on this series and to be on my dash more than I have been!

Warnings: past violence, past injuries, description of battle aftermath/destruction of a city, emotional turmoil/anxiety, rage, hopelessness, vengeance

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Mirth pushed herself harder than she’d ever pushed before. Her powers were beginning to fail her, a dangerous thing as she soared over the thick forest. The heavier her exhaustion became, the more her powers fritzed, making her both solid and visible again. It was worse than the falling sensation when you’re on the verge of sleep only to jerk yourself awake. Much, much worse than that. Every time her magic spazzed, Mirth dug deeper into her reserves to keep herself invisible and in her “ghost form”—the one where her molecules were like a gas, lighter than air and completely invisible.

She just needed to make it back to City. Once she did and she confirmed for herself that her deepest fears were just that—fears—then she could rest. But until then…

Mirth gritted her teeth, or would’ve if she was solid. All that really happened was the pull on her senses that indicated her molecules were shifting. She just needed to stay awake and focus long enough to see the city for herself.

The truth was, Mirth didn’t know if she could. She’d given the fight at the safehouse everything she’d had. Then the adrenaline crash took what was leftover. It was like she was nothing but a husk, an empty shell. And then the worry had set in. An anxious bubbling that boiled over. As soon as it did, Mirth knew she couldn’t ignore it.

She needed to know what was happening. And she couldn’t do that with those two squabbling all the time. Baron and Superhero were driving her up the wall—and it hadn’t even been a full day!

But hadn’t they fought side-by-side at the safehouse?

They had.

Mirth knew that was all that mattered in the end. Right now, it was only who stood with them—the Agency and the heroes—and who stood with Supervillain.

She couldn’t pretend to know who the mole was, nor did she care anymore. Mirth figured they’d expose themselves in the end. They couldn’t hide any longer. The damage had already begun and it was only so long before Supervillain carried out their plan. And when they did, the Agency would finally find their mole.

If Mirth’s fears were right, then they wouldn’t have to wait long at all. If she was wrong, well then, at least she could report what had happened at the Agency’s safehouse and raise the alarm of Supervillain’s coming.

Maybe she’d be able to buy them all enough time to scrape together a plan for their survival. Maybe they’d even have enough time to save the city.

That was the best she could hope for.

But Mirth’s hope didn’t last long.

As the trees faded and the forest she’d flew over opened up to show signs of civilization, Mirth was met with the acrid smell of smoke and burning rubber. The road beneath her was full of crashed cars and twisted metal. Bits of rubber and glass were strewn across the buckled asphalt. Thick black smoke curled in the air from destroyed engines and the still burning fires of previous destruction. Mirth paused. She drifted toward the ground for a closer look. Shock and disbelief numbed her heart.

This shouldn’t be.

Her powers failed before she reached the ground as realization turned to helplessness and grief. Mirth stumbled as she fell the last couple of feet and landed on her hands and knees. Already the weight of her body was too much. She couldn’t hide behind the weightless feeling of her invisibility any longer. Dread coiled in her gut. Her heart wrenched and caved in on itself. Thick, hot tears streamed down her face. Debris stung her palms and pressed into her torn knees.

If Major Highway looked like this, what did that mean for the city?

Mirth heaved a breath. Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, she picked her head up. She looked past the broken and mangled cars, past the chunks of buckled concrete, past the fallen trees and crumbled overpasses toward the city in the distance. She couldn’t see it, but she could see the smoke rising from where it should be. She could sense the desperation there through the haze in the air.

Her hands stung as she pushed herself up. Her joints creaked. Mirth’s body wanted to collapse, but her heart had hardened enough to keep her upright. The exhaustion clinging to her bones underwent a metamorphosis, and once it was through, Mirth’s blood boiled with a boundless energy she’d never known.

Vengeance.

Her blood craved it. Her heart burned with the desire to avenge her city. Her mind rationalized actions she’d never once considered.

She was tired of standing by as villains and criminals ran circles around the law. Mirth’s hands curled into fists.

Supervillain would be dead and buried by the time she was through. Mirth swore it with the stars as her witness. She would not fail all those she’d lost, all those who Supervillain had killed or tormented, and those left to grieve.

Mirth clenched her teeth. She would be the last thing Supervillain saw before they died. She’d make certain of it.

Meanwhile, back at Baron’s safe house…

Baron stared at the screen. The light burned his eyes, or rather the stunned tears that had gathered there. They’d meant to look into where Supervillain’s lair was, but instead, they’d traced their henchmen back to the city.

And the sight of it had stopped Baron's mind in its tracks. Not even Superhero breathed a word of impatience or direction to focus on the task at had. It was only the screen and the story it told of destruction and violence and merciless cruelty. Staring back at him and Superhero was nothing but rubble and gnarled buildings.

“That bastard,” Superhero hissed.

Baron’s mouth was too dry to respond. All he could do was stare at the destruction and wonder how Supervillain had managed to pull off such a scheme without raising any alarms.

It was utterly terrifying, and though he should be ashamed to admit it, Baron realized the sight of the destroyed city had left him with no will to fight. The sight had left him with only cowardice in his blood.

Supervillain had already won.

A/N 2: OH IT’S A CORRUPTION ARC🤯 WHO KNEW?!

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1. I smiled like an idiot when I saw this notification

2. The audible sound that blabbered from my mouth at "your passions are not a burden to be borne"

3. I love them I love them I love them

4. Villain's PROTECTIVENESS??? HELLO? YES PLS MORE PLS

They're so sweet 😭 This has been one of my very favorite series on all of Tumblr ever since I first found it and that's still the case.

Thank you for updating it!!! I can't wait to see more (she said, totally not begging or anything)

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Look Alike Part 5

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Sooo, are you going to show me what you do here?” 

Civilian stared up at Villain. Was he serious? But as he stood before her, rocking back and forth on his heels as he took in the room for what felt like the first time, that Civilian realized he was serious. 

“I uh…” 

Before she could come up with a response, Villain’s gaze caught on the mound of wet clay she’d abandoned on the pottery wheel, and his shoulders and his hopeful expression dropped as he took a step back. “I’m sorry- I interrupted…”

Suddenly the thought of being alone while she yet again attempted to throw the perfect pot sounded intolerably lonely. “It’s fine!” she blurted. “I was just going to practice for my ceramics class. I can just clean it up and show you around.” 

Villain shook his head. “It’s fine; you have work to do and I …” He hesitated, all of the suave confidence from early disappearing as he tucked his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath. “Maybe I could stay while you worked? See what you do?” 

Oh that was much worse than giving him a tour of the kilns. Civilian’s insides twisted at the thought of having an audience for what would mostly likely be an unsuccessful evening, if the last two weeks were anything to judge by. 

She should definitely say no. She’d never performed well under pressure. It always made her chest tighten and her hands tremble. 

Not the greatest conditions for delicate ceramic work. 

But the beautiful apology bouquet on the table reminded her why he’d come here, and all he’d done trying to make it up to her. Maybe she could just show him around a little and he’d forget about watching her work. 

So Civilian smiled. “That’s ok, I can work on it later. Let me show you around.” She held her breath until Villain smiled back. 

“If you’re sure.” 

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[suksatoru]

𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨.

synopsis; touya todoroki is boy who can't always communicate his love for you - but you're willing to wait for him, no matter how long it takes.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ my ocean eyed baby boy. touya x reader

You like to think of Touya Todoroki as your only love- the boy across the street who carried you on his back when it rained, the one who climbed through your window to show you new tricks he'd learned with his quirk- and the one who had a hell of a hard time admitting he was absolutely in love with you.

You've known Touya since before you could even walk. His baby photos prove this when you look back at the treasured albums, where a little red haired baby is wailing beside you with your gummy smile pointed towards the camera flash

Right now, you're sitting in Fuyumi's room while she paints your nails. This is one of the first times Touya's feelings seep through the cracks in the hardened barrier he'd created to specifically keep you out.

"You're going on a date?"

You huff sheepishly, turning to Fuyumi with a whine

"You told him?"

She winces with a laugh, looking between you and her older brother with a knowing grin. You look away from the dark haired boy standing in the doorway in embarrassment, missing the way the color from his face has drained entirely at your confirmation.

"I'm sorry! In all honesty, it really just slipped!" She confessed, nudging your shoulder with a reassuring smile as you finally turn to Touya, curling your unpainted hand into a fist and tucking it under your chin

"Besides, why do you care? Surprised someone wants to go out with me?" You tease, the smile on your face making Touya's blood boil as he grits his teeth together - unsure and unable to continue the conversation with you any longer as his short temper snaps.

"Yeah. Who in their right mind would want to go out with you anyways?" He seethes, the bite in his tone covering the jealousy thrumming through his blood as he turns on his heel - slamming Fuyumi's bedroom door with a snarl

Fuyumi's eyes harden as she yells after Touya, and she's about to get up to yell at him some more before you tug on her arm gently

Touya was... conflicted when it came to you. You knew he liked you- of course, he didn't know this. It was obvious, you could feel him staring at you just about all the time. He always discreetly fought to sit beside you during dinner and movie nights, then went on to complain how he's always stuck beside Fuyumi's little devil-friend. You'd stick your tongue out at him with a hearty laugh- never once missing the way his eyes would shine with amusement and a tenderness reserved only for you.

He was the boy who scared off anyone who bullied you when you were little, the one who wiped your tears and made you sit on his bed while he showed you how he created letters in the air with his flames- the blue fire would always curve and spin as he spelt your name in the air with a proud grin.

But Touya felt too much. Cried too much and worked too hard - he couldn't confess to you now, not yet. You'd wait as long as you'd have to for him, the boy so emotionally constipated it made you laugh.

"Come on Fuyumi, I'm fine! He's said worse, you know." You reply, and your best friend seems baffled by your insistent defense for her older brother who seemingly had no fucking manners.

"Y/n, you are an angel - so I'll curse him out after you've left for your little date with Keigo."

"Not a date!" You sing-song, and she smiles softly before unscrewing the nail polish bottle once again, beginning to coat your second hand in the deep blue shade you'd picked out as her eyes narrow in concentration.

If only Fuyumi knew her older brother had gone to his room and fallen face first onto his bed with a defeated groan- knowing he was in no position to tell you not to go on that date. He'd figure out who you were going out with soon enough and give them a piece of his mind, but for now - he can only watch it all unfold miserably from afar.

The second time Touya lets his feelings seep through the cracks in the hardened barrier he'd specifically created to keep you out is during an occasion he's not too proud of.

The Todoroki household was lavish in ways hard to imagine when it came to money. This is the first time the powers gone out - when the back up generators failed and the shutters fluttered from the pouring rain outside.

Your fear was unexpected. Touya didn't understand why you're so afraid - it's just a little darker then it was before with the lights out, a little louder with the storm raging outside. So when you're clinging to his shirt with bleary eyes, he can only smirk down at you pitifully.

"Scared? I don't think I've ever met someone with a fear as stupid as rain before."

He didn't seem afraid at all - not when the house felt like it was shaking from each crack of thunder, and not when it seemed like the rain would flood the entire street. That is why you had sought him out in the dark - calling out his name like a prayer as he mocked and teased you, blowing out the candles lit throughout the dark house and cackling when your frightened cries reached his ears.

In all honestly, he never intended to make you cry. He was just messing around. But he was being too rough, too mean as he blew out the little light you had and leaving you in the darkness to fend for yourself. When he hears a small, pitiful sob leaves your lips - he's lighting every single candle he can see in an instant with his flames.

The blue fire cackles to life and illuminates the tears rolling down your cheeks, and that's what he realizes how badly he'd messed up.

He leads you to the living room with a careful hand placed on the small of your back, avoiding your gaze as the guilt he feels seizes his chest - something like an anchor, sinking deeper and deeper as he gently kisses the tears on your cheeks, the dimly lit room hid the burning blush on his cheeks as he mumbles an apology

And the third time Touya lets his feelings seep through the cracks in the hardened barrier he'd specifically created to keep you out is when the dam finally breaks, when the flood breaks flow freely and drowns you.

✦　. 　 ˚　 . ✦ 　˚　　 . ★⋆. 　

The Todoroki family and yours have been close from the very beginning, so it is no surprise that you're all invited to the heroes annual ball this year - everyone was brimming with barely contained excitement for the upcoming event.

Every one of Fuyumi's siblings are crammed with you in the backseat of Endeavor's limo - of course Touya is sitting right beside you, huffing and groaning as he leans the entirety of his weight onto you. The complaints and chatter of you, Touya, and Natsuo is all Fuyumi can hear from the front seat.

"If you step on my dress - "

"You're crushing me!"

"Push over you hog!"

Shoto seemed to be the only one sitting peacefully, looking up at everyone yelling with a curiosus stare. Eventually, you all tumble out of the car the moment you arrive at the venue - laughter bubbling out of everyone and the atmosphere nice and airy. Your eyes eventually wander to Touya as you wait for everyone to get out of the limo.

He looked so handsome. His dark hair - the one he'd so rebelliously dyed - was combed back with gel, a tie wrapped neatly around his neck as he stood tall and proud in all of his glory, wearing a devastatingly handsome suit.

You were biting your fist when you saw him walk out of the changing rooms for the first time while you all were dress shopping for the ball.

And he looked even better now.

You all enter and greet the other heroes, following suit behind Endeavor and Rei along with your own parents before everyone slowly disperses, moving around as people find each other amongst the crowd of partygoers.

You feel a quick tap on your shoulder, and turn around to find Keigo Takami grinning widely at you as he presses a kiss onto your knuckles as a greeting

"Didn't think I'd get to see you in such a beautiful dress - blue really is your color, huh?" The blonde muses, his hand moving forward as he gently runs a teasing finger down the bodice of your gown

"And you look awfully handsome in this suit - tell me, was this red tie made specifically to match these?"

Your fingers touch his soft feathers earnestly, and Keigo's smirk tells you all you need to know.

Touya sits beside his father, the metal fork in his hand melting between his fingers from pure rage as he watches you stand so close to Keigo Takami and speak at a distance which prohibited him from hearing a single thing, meaning he could only hopelessly watch you laugh and smile as Keigo cracked joke after joke.

Touya's walking outside to clear his mind after a while with his head hung, unsure of what he was feeling once again. It was an annoying sensation, one that crawled up his spine and seemed like torture from within

You notice Touya walking onto the balcony and bid your friend Keigo farewell before slowly walking across the ballroom to reach him.

Touya's staring out at the city beneath him- a faraway look in his eyes. He seems so deep in thought, you almost don't wont to disturb him. But he sees you before you can walk away, and you send him a smile before slowing slipping the balcony door shut, moving to stand beside him as he lets out a sigh

"Just can't leave me alone, can you?" He huffs out annoyed, but you can see there's something else bothering him. You know him better than any one else.

"I guess not. What're you doing out here anyways, huh?" You muse, watching him run his palm across his jaw in annoyance, turning to you with a glare as his cerulean gaze narrows

"I came here for some fresh air - by the way, you and Keigo are absolutely disgusting. Don't you remember that time he vomited all over you after getting sick from flying too high? Damned bird - you're both gross." He snaps, irritation and an underlying bite lacing every word he spit out as you snort

"Sure, sure. Why are you acting like you haven't thrown up on me before?" You ask with a raised brow, grinning when Touya can barely even sputter out a remark, his cheeks ablaze as he looks away with a grimace, remembering the one time his motion sickness made him vomit all over the girl of his dreams. He didn't look you in the eye for an entire week after that incident.

"Touya... is something wrong?" You finally question, and the poor boy wants to bang his head against the railing of the balcony until he couldn't think anymore when he hears the softness in your voice

"No."

It's obvious he's lying, and you sigh knowingly as he looks away from you once again

"Do you wanna talk about it? You know I'll listen."

He's silent once again - and you lean against the cold railing, watching him quietly as he finally cracks under your gaze with a groan, dragging his hand down his face before speaking

"You look... pretty."

As unexpected as it was, his compliment wasn't unwelcome at all. He knows this by the way your eyes light up, and something in his heart hurts at the sight of you smiling so brightly at him.

"And you look handsome as ever!" You pipe up, placing a single foot in front of you as you slowly step towards him

His eyes narrow in suspicion from the mischievous gleam in your eyes- but widen the instant your hand comes around and tugs him forward by his tie.

"Did you match with me on purpose?"

He glances down at his tie with faux confusion before his eyes slowly move to your dress - identical to the blue shade around his neck.

Yes. Yes he did match his tie with your dress on purpose.

"I mean, you knew what color dress I was getting since we all went shopping together. And it's not like you're matching with anyone else, Tou-"

Touya's lips press against yours with an eagerness that is palpable- his large palms move forward to cup your cheeks as he molds the entirety of his body against yours in a desperate attempt to feel every inch of you against him in that moment-

Finally.

He twists you around so your back was arched against the balcony as he pressed his mouth over yours- pulling back to pepper small kisses all over your lips before his mouth envelops yours once again - he's breathing hard when he pulls away, pupils dilated and eyes wide as you both just stare at each other.

He seems too out of breath to form a coherent sentence, so you take the chance to speak instead

"Didn't know you were so desperate for me Todoro-"

He cuts you off with his lips once again, and this time - he gently pinched your hip as a warning while you laugh into the kiss.

[suiana]

yandere hero x gn reader x yandere villain

"I love you."

"More than this country?"

"...I'm sorry."

You had expected this. Really. I mean, it would only be right for one person to die if it meant the lives of everyone else! Thus it would only make sense for a hero to sacrifice that one person, even if it was his lover. He couldn't be selfish, no. He had to place priority on everyone else. After all, that was the way of the hero.

Besides, there was a saying that a hero would sacrifice you for the rest of the world. You should've known better.

Yet you couldn't help but wish he would forget about his title of a hero just for a second.

You know how much being a hero was to him, you really do! Why else would you patiently wait for him to come home everyday to patch up his wounds? Why would you encourage him whenever he felt like a shitty hero? Why would you do what you did if you didn't understand? You loved him wholeheartedly, even if he didn't reciprocate it much.

However, it felt like you had made a mistake by choosing him as your lover. You should've left him when you had the chance. Caring more about the lives of civilians, he had stood you up on multiple occasions just for the sake of justice. You get it, you do! He's a hero, he's meant to help others. You can't be selfish and get mad at him when he's doing his job and not wasting time on a date with you! You tried to be accomodating. Tried to be understanding.

But he was still your lover.

He should've at least tried to make an effort. Not everything was meant to be about saving others when your relationship was on the verge of breaking. Yet you had never once gotten mad at him for his lack of attention and love, for you loved him with all your heart.

You tried to be delusional, that he would at least treasure you enough to not give you away to anyone else. If he didn't spend much time with you, so what? At least he wouldn't give you away! I mean, he did say that he would never allow anyone else to have you. He would at least honour that promise, right?

Wrong. He gave you up only after a minute of pondering. Oh... Your poor heart. Your poor, poor heart... You couldn't fathom what he had did, not in the slightest. Maybe it was a mistake? A slip of his tongue? You looked at him for comfort only to realise that he had meant what he had said. His guilty and crestfallen look was more than enough to tell you he had truly meant it. That he meant to gave you away.

You were absolutely heartbroken, devastated at the revelation. Clawing at his chest, screaming at him to take back his words, yet to no avail as he avoided your gaze. You felt more than betrayed by him.

You tried to understand his thoughts, his point of view. It was a rational decision. The world known villain had just threatened to blow up the country if he didn't hand his lover over. It was the right decision. But you just wished he had done anything to fight against the villain's demand. He was a hero after all and you were a civilian! He was supposed to protect you!

So why did he give you up so easily?

That, you could not understand. So all you could do was beg for him to reconsider. To hear him tell you that it was just a joke and that he would beat up the villain. Just like what he used to do. But nothing came from him. Only the quiet silence of someone who had already made up their mind.

"Well I guess I'll be taking you now darling~"

The villain suddenly chimed in as he tried to pull you away from the hero. His cold fingers gently tracing your bare shoulders sent shivers up your spine. You shook your head, still clinging onto your beloved hero's shirt as you wept and screamed at him to do something.

But nothing came.

"Please-?! Don't give me away! Don't you love me?!"

"I do... I really do love you."

"Then why are you giving me away so easily?! Is... Is this country more important than me?!"

No response.

You wept harder as you hit his chest, screaming at him to try and protect you against the villain who was amused at the sight before him. He retracted his cold hands from your shoulders, instead putting them in his pants pockets as he hummed softly.

"I'm sorry."

Your breath hitched as your lover softly pried your hands off his shirt. His shaky hands gently holding yours as his lower lip trembled. You could only stare in shock and hurt as he slowly handed you over, looking up at the villain in shame.

You wanted to laugh, you really did. But all you could muster was soft weeping as the villain gently cradled you in his embrace. You wanted to push him away, to curse at him and run back to the arms of your lover. But was it all worth it? The hero had already showed no intention of resisting the villain's demand.

You stared up at the villain with teary eyes, flinching at his touch as he stroked your face tenderly. Yet you couldn't help but lean into his oddly comforting touch that soothed you.

"What a shitty lover he is. Hah! Don't worry baby, I'll never do something like that to you~"

He cooed, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. This... You had never seen such a look from the hero. Even when he claimed to love you, that you were the only person in his heart.

Your heart skipped a beat, face turning slightly red as the villain them scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

This was nice... It made you feel wanted, feel loved. Something that the hero you loved could never give you. Maybe you should just give in already. At least you knew he would never give you up.

For there was a saying that a villain would sacrifice the world for you.

part 2

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Imagine you’re a super villain. Through rigorous investigation you finally found out the secret civilian identity of your superhero arch nemesis. The one who constantly foiled your plans. You sneak into his house and wait for him to sleep.  Once he was out like a light and snoring soundly you loom over him and savor your victory for just a moment. So peaceful. So vulnerable.  You move your arm to strike him but he suddenly grabs it, at first you think he was luring you close to counterattack, but you soon realize he was just moving in his sleep. You try to struggle, but his forte is super strength and you are utterly immobilized. After several hours of being tightly held close you finally succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep in his arms. When he wakes up and sees you in his arms he is surprised but overjoyed, he rips that mask off your face and kisses you deeply after admiring what you look like without it on. He always knew the tension between the two of you was love, and finding you here in his arms confirmed everything. You clearly wanted him as much as he wanted you, you had probably been acting out as a villain this whole time just to get his attention. But your super villain past didn’t matter now, what mattered was that you were with him in his house and you were never going to leave. 

[watercolorfreckles]

Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, all the power-dampeners suddenly fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I understand if you don’t want to!!❤️

Hello! This has been sittin in my inbox for many months during my huge writing rut, sorry about that! I know you also gave this prompt to @the-modern-typewriter and she's been making an incredible series with it on patreon! I changed some things around because I don't want to in any way attempt some sad copy of her interpretation, but I was still inspired by the prompt itself, so I've taken some fairly big liberties to avoid any significant similarities! Hope that's okay! Also, please manage your expectations, I do not compare to the magic that is TMT's writing 😆

TW: Brief depictions of body horror. Violence.

The power blew out in sections. The lights dissolved sector by sector with a sickening whine and click–one by one–in approach.

The commotion ripped Eloise from the fictional world she was lost in, aged page corners still pinched beneath her thumb. Her spirited storytelling abruptly died behind her teeth.

Somewhere in the distance, one person shouted. Two.

Her gaze flicked behind them to the door isolating herself and the bound supervillain from the other sectors of the Maximum Security Prison for Powered Individuals or, as everyone called it, The Max. Seeing nothing but black beyond the bullet-proof glass, her attention snapped forward again to the supervillain imprisoned across from her. 

Was this the start of some elaborate escape plan on his part? Why did it have to happen on a day that she was stuck fulfilling her community service hours instead of being something she could safely gawk at in the newspaper from a distance in a few days? Her stomach did a nauseated flip. 

“What are you doing?” she blurted, voice quivering only a little. Her fingers tightened around her book.

The villain made a show of looking pointedly at his restraints. Wrists strung taut and chained to either wall, he shrugged an innocent shoulder at her as if to say “clearly, nothing.” He was perched on the edge of his bed like a bird, tilting his head with a matching sort of probing curiosity. 

For all the chaos outside of the room, Artisan had not a hair out of place. He appeared perfectly unconcerned, though as thoroughly trapped as ever: ankles shackled, arms stretched uselessly apart from each other. The power-dampening collar wrapped around his neck still blipped a faint red light, indicating it was active. 

The prisoners were rioting. Surely they couldn’t get too far? Containing the most dangerous of powered individuals was, after all, the express purpose of the facility…

The lights above them flickered, dipping the room in and out of inky darkness before settling into a dimly lit haze. Eloise’s breath stalled. The imposing dark felt like a threat, as if the lights could keep the monsters at bay. It only made a little sense, in the way that a child feels safe from the monsters under their bed as long as their nightlight is plugged in.

Except that these monsters were real. The most dangerous in the country. And she was currently feet away from the monster that made even other monsters run.

He hadn’t seemed so bad in the time that she’d known him. Quiet, impassive, yet twisting her gut with pity any time she eyed his barbaric restraints. The least she could do–while crossing off her hours–was to read the supervillain a story every few days. She couldn’t change his fate. Couldn’t make him more comfortable. What she could do was rattle off, sheepishly, about fictional worlds and impactful characters in literature and the way that a well-crafted story could transport you somewhere better.

A crash, gunshots, a scream. Tension racketed through Eloise’s shoulders. More shouts chased thundering footsteps.

Things were going very, very, wrong. And she was very much out of her depth.

Eloise jolted as something struck the door, her special-edition copy of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein falling to the ground and skidding away.

Finally, the lights cut out. With it, every noticeable piece of tech died. All of the energy felt sucked out of the room as if vacuumed. The camera’s blinking light disappeared. Alarms that should have been wailing cut silent. Speakers, keypads, and security systems, all dead. The secondary generator hadn’t sprung to life yet. That meant that this was more than a simple power outage. This was a calculated revolt.

 Eloise’s mind raced through a list of everything else that must have been failing. Coms. Sedative gas. Shock collars. Layers and layers of security locks…

Power dampeners.

Panic clamped vice-like and suffocating around her throat. Artisan’s collar was no longer blinking. 

She froze in the eerie silence of the cell, afraid of shattering the fragile calm. Her heart thumped, rabid, against her ribs.

Chains rattled and clinked to the floor.

Eloise bolted blindly for the door, smacking her palm against the DNA scanner while frantically swiping her “Volunteer Staff” badge through the card reader. When neither miraculously came to life, she resorted to banging on the door.

“Let me out, let me out! Guard!”

The door could only be opened by one person inside the cell and one outside simultaneously unlocking the security checkpoints. Even if the power were on, if the guard on the other side was gone…

The emergency floodlights kicked on, bathing the building in startling fluorescence. Eloise flinched, briefly stunned.

Hands grabbed her firmly from behind, yanking her backward.

Eloise yelped. “No, please–!”

The spot that she had been standing in exploded, steel door and concrete chunks collapsing into the room in a barrage of shrapnel. Something–no, someone–landed, bones crunching, at her feet. The guard who had last been standing on the opposite side of the door lay motionless. His blood puddled the floor, staining the soles of her Converse sneakers.

A horrified sound choked in Eloise’s throat.

Another supervillain strode in, eyes alight with hatred and something more–power. His lip curled, waving a mocking hand–engulfed in green energy–at the guard’s corpse. “God. I’ve wanted to do that for far too long. That one always got on my nerves.”

Artisan looked unimpressed. “You’re making a mess in my cell.”

Eloise’s breath caught. Hearing the supervillain’s voice was jarring. Artisan rarely spoke. Not that any of the other staff had ever actually attempted conversation with him… But even in news clips and YouTube videos, he carried himself with the kind of self-assured quiet of someone who had absolutely nothing to prove. His lethal efficiency did more for his reputation than any words could.

The other man was a villain named William Frenzy, a telekinetic with a gleeful taste for violence.

Faced with Artisan’s startling calm, Frenzy… paused. Faltering on a tight rope he had moments before been strolling across. 

“Yes, well. It won’t have to be your cell much longer, will it? They can’t stop all of us.” He smirked at the dead body on the floor. “Some of them can’t even stop one of us.”

Eloise shrank back toward the corner nearest the door, agonizingly slow, willing the ugly shadows from the artificial lighting to swallow her up while the supers focused on each other. She was the kind of person that people tended not to notice; a background character in the perimeter of a story that the protagonist would meet once and never spare a thought again. She wished, then, that invisibility really was her superpower.

Artisan said nothing, his steely gaze fixed upon Frenzy.

Frenzy floundered beneath the scrutiny. The smugness buffered on his face. Finally, he huffed, crossing his arms. “I made you a nice and easy door out. You’re welcome.” He flicked a hand toward the gaping hole in the wall.

Eloise inched further toward it.

Artisan tutted, and while it wasn’t aimed at her, it shot a cold thrill up her spine. She froze, briefly, before continuing her tantalizing escape. She listened to Artisan speak again. 

“I did not need anything from you. I’ll be getting out regardless. You on the other hand…” 

Eloise stared as Frenzy’s skin shrank taut against his bones, the frame of him creaking and groaning like an old tree in the wind. The air choked out of him, fingers grabbing at his jaw as it stretched open too wide. The corners of his lips tore, slitting his mouth into a gaping maw.

The faintest of smiles graced Artisan's lips as he continued, soft as ever. “Say sorry.”

Eloise didn’t wait to see the carnage through, slipping out into the hall and running.

The other sectors were washed in the same sterile glow as Artisan’s cell was, blue-tinged and horrible, like the lights in a dentist's office. She kept to the edge of things as best she could, clinging to the walls and dark corners.

There was brawling in every sector—guards with weapons drawn mowed to the ground by the creatures they had wardened for so long. A villain fell as shots rang out. Another grabbed the guard from behind, cracking his skull against their knee. 

The smell of blood stung Eloise’s nostrils. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe.

She turned to flee down another hall, but two fighting inmates crashed into the doorway in front of her.

Eloise squealed, jerking backward into the belly of the room's chaos.

Don't notice me, don't notice me, don't notice me.

Everyone was so occupied by their chosen prey, maybe she could fade into the background. Maybe she could–

Her heel caught on something and she tumbled, gracelessly, to the floor. It took her several moments to register the lake of blood seeping warm and sticky into her clothing. 

Terror blurred her brain in a white flash bang.

Disappear, disappear, disappear…

“Mm. What do we have here?”

Eloise couldn’t bring herself to lift her head. She clamped her eyes shut, another child’s illusion of protection. 

The villain opposite her chuckled. He ripped her volunteer badge off of its clip against her chest. Her eyes snapped open again. She recognized him as a ringleader among superpowered thieves. They called him Volt.

“Volunteer, eh? A pretty thing like you should know better than to willingly set foot in a prison full of men with nothing left to lose. It’s been a long sentence, darling. I could make excellent use of your volunteer services. Get up.”

Numbly, ears full of static, Eloise shook her head.

Volt frowned, electricity jumping to life in his palms. “No?” He reached for her, hand nearing her throat.

“Keep your hands to yourself or I will remove them.” 

Artisan’s voice was calm. His eyes were not.

The room quieted.

Spatters of red decorated Artisan’s prison uniform. A few drops dotted his face and he brushed them away with his knuckles, smearing the crimson across his cheek. Almost lazily, he popped his neck and stretched his shoulders, no doubt sore from the strain his restraints kept him in.

The villain across from Eloise paused, sparks still dancing across his fingertips. He regarded Artisan with the same wary caution as Frenzy had.

Before he'd been… Before Artisan had…

Eloise swallowed back the nausea climbing her throat.

Finally, Volt’s hand lowered. “She's yours?”

“She's hers. Step away.”

The man hesitated a moment too long. Artisan didn't offer a second warning. 

As if puppeted, the man's fingers raised to gauge at his own eyes. He screamed, the faint evidence of Artisan’s power shimmering over him. He clawed, next, at the skin on his face, peeling it back like wet wallpaper. 

As promised, his wrists crunched and bent, wrenching all on their own at impossible angles.

Eloise covered her ears, unable to bear the screaming. She felt sick.

“Stop,” she whispered finally. “Please.”

It did. The man collapsed into a sobbing, bloodied heap.

When Eloise managed to look at Artisan, she startled to find his attention fixed on her.

They stared at each other for a stretch of silence that itched. She imagined being forced to choke on her own lungs, or her skull constricting in on itself until it squashed her brain into pulp. For being so bold as to run, he might snap her legs and reaffix them the wrong direction, or splinter her bones to poke, grotesque, out of her skin. They always did say that his victims were his personal works of art, bodies twisted into shells of monsters.

He crooked a finger, beckoning her.

The edges of her vision swooped fuzzy and vertiginous. She rose onto wobbly knees and pushed herself to her feet. When she swayed, Artisan caught her elbow, slipping an arm around her waist to lead her forward.

He did not look back at the others, with complete confidence that no one would challenge him.

No one did.

Eloise was barely aware of taking one step after another. When they arrived back in the villain’s cell, the bodies of Frenzy and the dead guard, thankfully, were gone, though the floor was streaked with the drag lines of their blood.

She wrenched her gaze away.

Artisan’s hand moved further down her arm to her wrist, gesturing that she sit on his bed. When she shifted to do so, his grip tightened, tugging her to a stop. She frozen and tried to read his face. 

His dark brows were furrowed, suspicious eyes flicking from hers down to her hand.

He pulled down her sleeve and held her wrist up between them, revealing the power-blocking cuff clamped around it. His head cocked. He waited.

Eloise swallowed. “I’m not a super. I mean- not a super-super. Just a…..no one.”

“A no-one who volunteers at The Max? With a power-dampener?”

“They’re terms of my probation,” she blurted. “A thousand hours of community service here and a power-inhibitor for a year. I think they put me here to threaten me with where I could end up if I continue on like… Um…”

“Me.”

“A villain,” she clarified, as if that was better. 

Her gaze flitted from the fingers wrapped around her wrist and up to the villain’s face again. The harsh lighting haloed him, dimly silhouetting his face. He looked haunting. He looked lovely. A beautiful house, old and creaking, wrapped in ghosts like a bride’s veil and left to rot. 

“What did you do?”

“I…” Eloise felt very small. “I lied about being powered on my documents. So that they wouldn’t put me on the registry. When they found me out, I tried to run away.”

Artisan’s scrutiny burned her cheeks. He let go of her wrist.

“...What can you do?”

“Nothing special,” she said, cradling her wrist–wholly uninjured as it was–in her other hand. “It doesn’t even work most of the time. My power is sort of…blending in. Going unnoticed. When it’s working, I could stand in a the White House and people’s attention would glide over me as if I belonged there. Not quite invisible, but… It just tricks your brain into not thinking twice.”

Artisan’s eyes narrowed.

Eloise flinched back a step, stumbling back over her fallen book onto the bed. She stared at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Some of the tension eased from her shoulders, but she still waited for the catch. “Why aren’t you out there with the rest of them? Trying to escape?”

The villain considered her for a long moment. He sat down beside her, and the hard cot creaked beneath his weight. “Mm. That’s just it. No one inside the prison could have blown the power-dampeners. They require someone with powers to turn them off or on, and the security is impenetrable. My team has tried. Besides, if this was a simple power outage, the inhibitors would still be on. But they’re not. This was premeditated–and no one imprisoned here could have done it. No one on the outside could have done it. So. Process of elimination. Who’s left?”

That was the most Eloise had ever heard Artisan speak, and she could only sit and listen intently–As he had when she’d read him stories. Her brain whirred in a jumbled jigsaw of puzzle pieces. 

“It… It could only be an inside job.” She wet her lips. “The heroes- The higher-ups- They want the prisoners to break out so that they can kill them. A clean massacre. Justified under the law. The world’s most dangerous criminals could never be allowed to escape…”

Artisan smiled and it swirled something in her insides. “A convenient way to get rid of all of the pesky criminals clogging up the system. I’d bet anything that there are 50 snipers surrounding the building, waiting to slaughter anyone who steps foot outside.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Artisan agreed, his smile easing into something softer; something with less feral teeth.

“Thank you for helping me,” Eloise whispered. “What do we do now?”

Artisan hummed. He bent down and swept up her book, dropping it into her lap. He laid back against his pillow and crossed his arms behind his head. The bloodspots on his skin and clothes glittered in the lowlight. 

“Keep reading. I want to know how it ends.”

Part 2

[chaotic-orphan]

Concussed villain gets kidnapped?

Villain showed up on Hero’s doorstep, heaving in breaths as they slammed their fist on the door. Their arm was ridiculously heavy, and it took everything in them to throw it mercilessly against the wooden door. The effects were meagre knocks that Villain prayed Hero would hear.

If Hero was even home.

What if they were working tonight? Fuck, why didn’t Villain think of that? Their head was pounding so they rested their forehead against the cool wood, letting out a shaky, shallow breath, trying not to anger the fire in their ribs. Blood continued to trickle from their hairline down over their eyes and dripping onto their cheeks.

That wasn’t good.

They heard footsteps behind the door and Villain almost broke down there and then, relief flooding them like a tsunami of feeling, washing away everything that was keeping Villain upright. Tears poured down their cheeks at the thought of safety, hero looking after them… their hero. They could tell them about Superhero’s plans.

They could tell them… Villain put a hand against the door and pushed themselves backwards. They would’ve fallen if not for the arm that snaked around their waist. Villain blinked dumbly and glanced down. Arm around—?

Before they cry out or scream in warning a hand clamped over their mouth and Villain was ripped away from the door and into the shadows. Villain thrashed, struggling in their attacker’s grip, all their screams and cries muffled to nothing but silent pleas.

The door opened and Villain’s struggles renewed but Hero wouldn’t be able to see them from here. Hero wouldn’t know they were even there!

“Hello?” Hero asked into the darkness and Villain whimpered against the hands holding them in an iron cage. Villain threw their body forward, back, trying to dislodge their attackers arms but they didn’t budge even a little.

“If you want Hero to continue to draw breath, Villain, you’ll come quietly.”

Villain froze at the voice. That was… Superhero… the reason why Villain was in this state in the first place. Villain’s struggles renewed as Hero stepped out of their house. If they could even sense something was amiss so close to them then they would investigate. Hero would have to investigate, right? And Hero was in danger too!

Villain had to warn them, they had to!

“Hello?” Hero asked, a note of agitation creeping into their voice.

I’m here! Villain wanted to scream. Hero please! I’m right here.

A pinch in their neck and Villain’s fruitless struggles seized, their blood running cold. They flinched as cold liquid was pushed into their neck. No… no, no, no, no. “That’s it, Villain,” Superhero whispered. “Don’t fight it.”

The hazy world blurred even more and Villain fell back against Superhero’s chest, the fight leaving them almost instantly. What did Superhero drug them with?

Their eyelids shut and Villain forced them back open, with a gargantuan effort. The last thing they saw was Hero frown and close the door before their entire world faded to black in the arms of their enemy.

[creweemmaeec11]

Dark Horse Painted White Part 3

Pt 1 Pt 2

Hero couldn't help the feeling of guilt clawing at their throat. They were at such a loss! They'd tried so hard to be nice to civilian this morning, but it was as if the nicer they were, the more Civilian seemed to hate them! They didn't understand what they'd done so wrong!

Despite their loss of appetite, hero ate their omelette to avoid being rude, before doing the dishes like they'd promised. They wiped down the table, and even spotted a broom behind the fridge they used to sweep.

When their civilian host still wasn't back yet. Hero awkwardly lay back down on the couch, not daring to touch anything else they might get in trouble for. It was very rare they ever got the opportunity to sleep in like this, nevermind have free time. What should they do? It's not like they had time for any hobbies. What did normal people do with time off?

Hero continued staring at the ceiling. They'd checked their phone a half dozen times. No new assignments or instructions from their boss. They hadn't even gotten any paperwork passed off to them yet. They received nothing but radio silence, all their time meant to be dedicated to protecting the Civilian.

Finally, after what felt like hours of staring at the wall, hero heard the door at the end of the hall open and the clacking of claws approach. Immediately, they sat up to attention.

Civilian rounded the corner, holding a notebook and a pen but their eyes stayed trained on their phone as they typed with their other hand.

"Here," they said, tossing the two items onto the coffee table, "make a list of stuff you want picked up at the grocery store,"

"Wait, what?"

"Food, hero," civilian deadpanned, "unless you plan on eating all of mine while your here?"

"N-no, of course not! But-"

"Then get to writing," they quipped, before turning and heading to the kitchen.

Despite their confusion, hero did as they were told, writing down a list of things they could think of that didn't take much preparation.

Civilian came back a few minutes later, looking at the hero expectantly.

They stood up off the couch, handing the notepad back to their host, "Please let me pay, for all of my stuff at least-"

"Do you have cash?" Civilian asked as they started typing on their phone yet again.

"Only $20, but I can send you the rest-"

"The twenty is fine," they replied. They weren't giving the hero any sort of link to their accounts. Civilian's eyes finally left their phone screen to begin reading the list. Something in their face seemed to shift as they read the items.

"Is something wrong?" Hero asked nervously.

"We just have a much simmilar palette then I would have expected," they replied, tone a mix of begrudging and in awe.

Hero wanted to ask why, but they bit their tongue, "are we going to go pick this stuff up?"

"No, I'm having a... uhm, *friend* pick it up for me," Civilian replied, snapping a photo of the notepad before dropping it back down on the table.

"So, what are we going to do today then?" Hero questioned.

"Nothing," the other replied, tucking their phone back into their pocket.

"Nothing? What do you mean nothing?"

"As in we aren't doing anything..." Civilian explained in confusion, "I canceled my plans,"

"But..." hero hesitated,"what should I do then?"

The civilian bit back the comment of telling the hero they should leave, if not for it being a waste of breath, then for how genuinely confused the hero sounded, "Uhm... I don't know? Whatever you want? You didn't bring anything with you to keep you occupied?"

Hero looked a bit perplexed, "uhm... no? Should I have?"

"Well... I would have thought so... never mind. It doesn't matter. I'm sure you can find something on TV at least,"

"Oh, yeah okay, sure,"

"Queen," Civilian whistled, "remote,"

Hero watched in wonder as the large white dog ran to grab the remote, bringing it over to the Civilian.

"Good girl," they praised, taking the item from the dogs mouth, "Tell me your favourite channels and I'll find their numbers for you,"

There was a beat of silence. The lack of answer caused the Civilian to glance over at the hero with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"I... I don't know.... I'm not familiar with any of the different channels. I haven't watched anything other then the news in years,"

Civilian's face simply shifted into even more confusion, "uhm.. okay... well you can get youtube on this TV too. Do you watch anything on that?"

"Uhm, no... I don't think so," hero shifted awkwardly, "Maybe you could reccomend something?"

"Uh..." Civilian stuttered, suddenly strangely flattered hero would trust their judgment and taste to make a suggestion.

They cleared their throat. Nothing coming from a hero was any sort of compliment.

There was no way they were going to be sharing their actual preferences with hero!

"Yeah, sure I guess," Civilian shrugged. They'd share shows they thought were okay, but not their favorites. "But what do you even do in your spare time?" They asked as they navigated through the channels on the TV.

"Uh, well," they chuckled dryly, scratching the back of their head, "I don't exactly have a lot of spare time. Evil never rests as they say, and that usually means neither do I,"

Civilian internally rolled their eyes. What a drama queen. There was no way hero wasn't exaggerating. Because sure, this city did have it's fair share of criminals, but there was no way a major crime took place nearly every day. Three times a week, max.

"Plus, if the city holds any big public events, I always need to be there in case a villain decides to show up. That mixed with all the press conferences, fan meet and greets, training, street watch, you know... and any time I have leftover gets used up by finishing all the paperwork the other officers don't get done," the hero gave a forced laugh again, "in fact, I think this morning was the first time I've gotten to sleep-in in..." they blinked, "I can't even remember..."

The hero glanced up, realizing they'd been rambling and were about to apologize but the look on the Civilian's face made them stop.

Civilian was looking at them with an incredulous, shocked expression.

"Of course it's all worth it!" Hero sputtered.

"Sounds like you need to put your foot down" Civilian scoffed, turning back to the tv. So what if they'd been wrong about hero's daily life? Just because they didn't live like royalty? If anything, heros probably deserved to be working so hard, for all the problems they caused, it served them right not to have any free time! If they wanted to throw their life away for some meaningless agency, what did villain care?!

"Maybe you're right, but.... I'm a bit of a people pleaser" hero chuckled again.

Civilian side-eyed them, "you don't say," they scoffed, before carelessly tossing the remote next to the hero on the couch, "Give this channel a try for now. If you don't like it, just change the channel till you find something,"

"W-wait!" Hero sputtered, quickly jumping to their feet.

Civilian's feet regrettably stuttered to a stop. They turned their head, glancing over their shoulder at their unwanted guest.

"What?" They snapped, failing to hide the annoyance in their tone.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room?"

"But... I'm supposed to keep an eye on you? I can't really do that if you're in the other end of the house with the door closed..."

Civilian grumbled. That had been the entire point.

"Fine, I'll work in the kitchen," they amended, before heading to their room to gather a few things.

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The house had been quiet for the next few hours, the only sound being the soft murmur of the wTV in the other room, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Hero immediately jumped to their feet.

"Please, let me get it!" Hero asked quickly, coming up behind the Civilian who was about to open the door, "just in case,"

Civilian rolled their eyes, scoffing under their breath, but they didn't argue, stepping aside to let the hero grab the handle.

The door opened to reveal no one, only multiple grocery bags on the front step. The hero poked their head out further, looking around, but they couldn't see anyone.

"Uh..."

The Civilian didn't say anything, instead pushing past them to begin bringing the bags inside. Quickly, the hero scurried to help.

"Was that your friend?"

"No, my groceries just teleported onto my doorstep," Civilian replied sarcastically as they began taking things out and putting them onto the counter.

The hero chuckled humorously, "No, I mean, where did they go? Why did they run off so quickly?"

"Maybe supervillain got them,"

"What?!"

Civilian gave them an incredulous and unimpressed look, "they were *busy* hero," they explained, rolling their eyes.

"Oh, right," Hero replied, clearing their throat awkwardly, "Well, it sure was nice of them to pick up everything for you,"

*that's what they get paid for* civilian thought to themselves.

Once everything was put away, they let out a sigh.

"I need to take Nova and Queen out for a walk. Be ready to go in half an hour," Civilian stated matter-of-factly before disappearing down the hall and into their room.

[amethystpath-writes]

P2 Spare Him

Part 1 here

HIII HOW R U? SORRY, IT'S JUST YOUR NEWEST WRITING THE "Spare him" ONE WAS JUST SO LOVELY (Actually, all of your writings are ✨amazing✨) AND MY CURIOSITY IS PEAKED- PLEASE MAKE A PT 2?? (If you don't want to that's okay!)

Hope you're doing well, Thank you and have a great day <333

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omg hi! so i just read your snippet “spare him” and it’s sooo good! i was wondering if you could continue it?

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(A/N): Thank you both!! You guys are too sweet <3 Buckle in, this is a long one :)

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Hero was silent as Villain led her down various corridors of his palace. He had left his audience of council members without a word, and cued his guard to follow along with his free hand. Now, Hero just wondered where they were going. She expected Villain would keep her locked up with the petty thieves and criminals, but they were going up stairs, not down.

She focused on Villain's fingers as they walked, and it wasn't until now that she noticed his knuckles were pink instead of white. He loosened his grip. When? Hero wasn't sure, but this sight was more familiar than the calloused king in the throne room. This touch, this lead, was welcoming, but she couldn't become accustomed to it again. It would be too foolish.

"You may leave us," Villain stated as the three of them approached a door on the right side of a long hall. There were four more doors past the one they stood at, and two behind, while the left side of the hall held the same seven doors.

"Your Majesty-"

"You may leave." Not a request, a demand. This tone would never be usual to Hero. It would never be the tone she expected to hear. His tone hurt, a quill against the drum of her ear, sharp and stinging and sudden. It made her stomach turn.

The guard didn't attempt to argue further. Hero wanted to ask, Would you have hurt him if he didn't leave? Would you have killed him for disobeying? Alas, she remained silent.

Anger would have better suit her situation. Screaming and demanding, beating Villain's chest with her fists. She wished to have her childlike rage back, when her brothers would mix mud into her perfumes or ripping her teabag when she wasn't looking so she would get a mouthful of herbs upon her next drink. Oh, they made her furious.

More than nothing else, she wanted this fury. Instead, she had become tame over the years, questioning her emotions before responding to them. Sometimes, she pondered so long that she couldn't even react in the face of her brother's murder. Sometimes, that was today.

She strode through the now-open door, not even noticing that Villain had entirely released her, walking in alone and leaving her alone in the hall. He didn't demand she follow, just waited with his back against a bedframe that stretched to the ceiling.

Walking into the room further, she noticed an abundance of decorations: tapestries on the walls, rugs beneath the bed and desk, and wooden knickknacks...knickknacks. Those were from Hero; she gave them to him during his last visit, before...

"You kept them."

Looking to Villain, he only nodded. In the throne room, amusement lit Villain's eyes. Now, Hero couldn't see his eyes at all. He wouldn't look at her, much less meet her curious gaze. "He asked me to," he finally said, ignoring her remark about his knickknacks altogether.

"What?"

"Close the door."

Hero obliged, shutting it with a soft thunk. She stood by the door, still, feeling safer by it than being any closer to Villain than need be. He was going to have me executed.

"Your brother. It was the only way to stall your father."

"Villain, what are you talking about?" Whatever it was, could she even trust what he said? Her palms were sweating with anticipation of what he would say next.

"I didn't believe him at first- i didn't want to, but he had these letters, and they had your faither's stamp." Villain's back left the bedpost as he began pacing about the room. His demeanor was panicked, and Hero felt her emotions arising without the time to process them. Tears welled in her eyes, and in her confusion, she wasn't sure why.

"Villain, stop. Stop, I don't know what you're saying." Hero reached behind her to touch the door, to feel anything solid.

"Do you remember my father falling ill." Hero shook her head, despite her recollections. Villain's father had fallen ill upon their last visit to Hero's kingdom. The king came down with fevers and hallucinations. He spoke of his heart beating as quickly as horses' hooves running into battle. He fell into a sleep one day, and though Hero expected a sweat to break across his forehead, one never did. Her own father grimaced and cold it a case of bad weather. It had been dreary and cold, after all.

"My father was poisoned. It wasn't the rain, Hero."

"Did you see it happen?"

"No, but your brother-"

Horror clutched Hero's heart. "Is that why you killed him. You thought he killed your father?" Hero didn't doubt that his father may have been killed, but by her older brother? "You are despicable and you..." She was already pushing the door open, ready to leave, to dart down any hall she had to in order to leave. Learning her brother was killed for nothing almost felt as though he was being killed again.

"Hero, listen to me." His body was in front of her in a flash and his arm held the door. "It was your father, and your brother knew it."

"Nothing you are saying is making any sense. My father would never kill the king of another country without good reason. We were betrothed, Villain." Betrothed since Hero was born; they're kingdoms were always meant to become allies. It wouldn't make since for her father to kill Villain's. There was already an alliance.

"I know, I know. The pieces are scattered. Your brother's words were lost on me, too, but come here. I have the letters from your father."

Hero was reluctant to leave the door she stood by. She didn't trust Villain well enough to leave her one and only escape behind. But then...where would she escape to? Villain had always been faster than her when growing up, and that was as children playing games, not kings chasing runaway prisoners.

Villain seemed to pick up on her hesitancy because he volunteered, "I can bring them to you?" He was already at his desk, clutching papers between trembling hands. His gaze was soft, and Hero found her own gaze meeting the knickknacks on his desk again. Was it possible he was the same boy now that Hero gave those to then?

She nodded.

Villain's jaw clenched as he turned his head to the side with closed eyes. His expression spoke of pain. Hero watched the lump in his throat bob before he gently shook his head, opened his eyes, and began to walk over.

Her palms were hot as she clenched her fists and her shoulders ached with the tenseness strung between them. A knot formed in her throat, as large as Villain's adam's apple. She thought she was going to choke on it as Villain's arm brushed her own. He was leaning in, holding the papers out in front of either of them.

"I'm going to share these with you, but you can't speak about it outside of this room." He paused before gently asking, "Do you understand?"

Again, Hero nodded voicelessly. She felt as though she was in a dream, a sick dream which haunted her, gripped her throat, and wouldn't let her go. Was this real? Was any of this real?

"Your brother found these, trying to play a harmless prank on your father- stuff feathers in his boots; you know how he was."

And so Hero did. She almost felt a smile tug at her lips. She could imagine the scene:

Everyone would be in their chambers, bathing, and dressing for the night. Hero would be on her balcony, looking at the moon, stars, and clouds. Her sweet and mischievous brother would poke his head out of his own door and warn her to stay inside.

‘What did you do now?’ she would ask him.

He would smile and say, ‘Stop worrying, won’t you?’

‘Father is going to have enough of you one of these days.’ Did he? Was Villain telling the truth? It wouldn't explain why villain was the one that killed her brother, but maybe there trily was more to the story than a senseless betrayal.

"-council is fitting for my style of ruling. You are blunt, unlike my own family and council.”

"Wait, wait I wasn't listening." Without thinking, she took the papers from Villain's hands, brushing her fingers against his own. She read and read until, “One of my lords has a garden for the Assassin’s Keep. My wife has always found the flowers unknowingly pretty; it would not be difficult to harvest some…But the lord’s garden is poison.” This last sentence was Hero’s own. “He has been keeping poison in his chambers so acclimate her to their beauty. She would have never thought differently of them.”

“Keep reading,” Villain encouraged.

“I don’t-” Hero couldn’t read any more. Where would it lead? If she kept reading and learned her father really did want to kill Hero family off- “I left my brother, Villain. I have to go back for him.”

Hero turned on a heel, papers clutched tightly in her fist. As her hand reached the door, Villain’s hand stopped her.

“I can’t let you go back.”

“Villain-”

“I will send someone to search for your brother, but it’s not safe for you to return.”

“But he has no one to-”

“For all we know, your father has already started a search party, and what do you think they will do when they find you?”

Well, Hero hadn’t considered that. If her father did want her dead, whatever soldier was in charge of finding her wouldn’t bring her home; they would kill her on the spot, say they found her dead in the woods- much like her own father possibly blaming the king’s death on the weather. It reminded her…She circled back to Villain’s desk with the papers still in hand. Hero thought now, if Villain truly was the nefarious one in all this, well, she was alive now, wasn’t she? Maybe there was some truth behind his words.

“What does your father have to do with this?” she mumbled as she skimmed. “Here.” Hero wasn’t sure why she was pointing it out as if Villain didn’t already know. In any case, she began to read aloud again. “The king is soft- focused too heavily on friendliness than actually protecting his people…Who is this even addressed to?” In her frenzy, Hero didn’t even think to look until now.

Gods, where was her mind? She was once a child full of reactions, then a young lady with a reserved mind, then a daughter- now sister- in mourning, then a prisoner kneeling beneath a sword, and now a woman so desperate for the truth that she couldn’t think straight to retrieve it.

She skimmed the words as she flipped back to the beginning. Surely, the papers were out of order by now. Hero certainly wasn’t keeping track.

“Villain, you killed him.” She slammed the papers down. Hero couldn’t let herself forget this no matter who was involved. Villain still killed her brother. None of these letters could explain that.

Villain drew a breath at this time. “How about I leave you here tonight? You can look at your father’s letters without me breathing down your neck.”

Hero looked up. “Will you be back?”

“Before morning.” Villain nodded to the vastness of the room. “It’s not appropriate to emerge from a room that is not his.”

This was Villain’s room. It made sense; he had a nice desk, rugs, wall decor, a large bed, the knick-knacks Hero gifted him, amongst many other things. It looked much like Hero’s room back at home. But, “Why have the king’s chambers in the middle of the hall?”

“My council said it’s an unpredictable location. Among their own hall, I’ll never be expected.” His lips drew tight and his nose wrinkled as his brows pinched. “Personally, I think it puts me more at risk. After all, a council is not made up of soldiers.”

“Why would your own council put you in that position?”

He shrugged. “Keep reading. I will see you before sunrise. Best you lock the door when you leave.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“Recently, it’s easier for me to sleep with my eyes open. Rummage as you will. My room was always meant to be yours anyway.”

Betrothed. Villain and Hero were always meant to marry. It was meant to unite their kingdoms. If it was already agreed upon, and Hero and Villain were even in agreement, why would her father throw it all away?

She looked to the papers on the desk, sprawled out where she had thrown them. “The key?”

“Look around what you’re familiar with.”

Thoughtlessly, she lifted two of the three knick-knacks. Under one was a small key.

“I’ll slide a clover under the door when I’m ready to come in. Don’t open the door for anyone else.” He turned his back to her, and left with a final, “Sleep well, Hero,” in his wake.

[ghostcore3]

some random headcanons of tomura that i thought of

just like ochaco, he sleeps either with gloves on or bandages on his pinky fingers

i’ve seen many people say tomura would listen metal or heavy metal but i really think he’d prefer game OST’s over anything>>>

blasts bury the light at 3am

he’d call kurogiri at 3am just to tell him about his plans to kill all might

apparently he’s awake all day, having anxiety attack cuz he drank monster on an empty stomach

i think he’s the type of guy to meticulously plan everything only to have it ruined by bad luck

he’d occasionally pick on his flaky skin/lips

he has a habit of collecting figures, only to leave on at the shelve without looking at it again

if you’re close to tomura, he’d invite you to eat something tasty and then tell you that he destroyed one of your items

tomura is not the type to use bar soap but rather dispenser soap…that’s if you’re lucky enough he used one

he doesn’t use his quirk much and he’s used to only using 4 fingers

very competitive and mean when he plays against you in a PvP game

too mean he’s not giving you an ounce of hope to win

you got upset and he decided to switch to simulation games instead (he doesn’t admit this but he plays animal crossing to relax)

say goodbye to your personal space, this man knows no boundaries

he’s not shy, he’s just like a cat that doesn’t know how to express its feelings to you

*gets jumpscared in a horror game* “fuck all might, fuck endeavor, fuck hawks, fuck—“

your man is the type to pick his food off the floor :(

shigaraki is the type of guy to buy you the most luxurious & beautiful black nightgown while he stays on his creeper boxers

tomura doesn’t like to shower on his own, he likes the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair 🚿🛀

(NSFW below this point:)

expect him to talkshit about all might mid-sex

i really think his hatred for all might surpasses his sex drive

prefers receiving and will be mean about it, he just likes making a mess of you

degradation & slight breeding kink

your boobs are his favorite pillows

he likes fucking you with the skirt on—

missionary & doggy 👑

call him sweet names during sex and he’ll melt under your arms

doesn’t like shower sex but a blowjob will do

i think he would be into somnophilia, only if you’re fine with it

[leahrintarou]

✩₊˚.⋆ LOST & FOUND - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: y/n is lowkey on her death bed but has plot armor, dabi being his usual "uncaring" self, she/her pronouns, not anatomy specified, tinyyy bit of angst, "fluff", and yeah! lolzies

Word Count: 4.7k

Author's Note: hey guys! this was written a little bit before kinktober started but i decided to finish it up and post it now lol.

y/n's world had changed the moment she was captured. once a member of the league of villains, she now found herself imprisoned by the corrupted heroes who tortured her daily, trying to extract information on her allies. she endured three long, agonizing months of pain and suffering, but she refused to speak a word.

dabi had been relentless in his pursuit, growing more furious by the day. the league had tried multiple times to infiltrate the heroes' hideout, but each attempt had been thwarted. the heroes were prepared, and they were merciless. but dabi's patience wore thin. the constant failure stirred an unfamiliar feeling in him—a festering worry he struggled to ignore. he convinced himself it was nothing more than the desire to reclaim his teammate. nothing more, he told himself.

but then one day, the league found the location of y/n’s prison. the moment they had it, dabi stormed in without a second thought. blue flames burst forth from his fingertips, devouring anything in their path as he moved through the halls of the hideout, leaving nothing but charred destruction in his wake.

finally, he found her, barely conscious and bound in a small, cold cell. her eyes fluttered weakly open when she sensed his presence.

“still alive, huh?” dabi’s voice was rough, his words cutting. “can’t believe it. you look like death warmed over.”

y/n blinked up at him, too weak to retort. but he noticed the spark in her gaze hadn’t quite faded. he knelt down beside her, his expression hard, hiding the turbulence roiling in his chest. he used one hand to break her chains, though his grip was almost harsh.

“pathetic. you let them do this to you?” his voice was sharp, but the look in his eyes was almost soft.

“they…tried…” she mumbled, her lips dry and cracked, “but i didn’t…tell them anything.”

dabi huffed. “yeah, no kidding. would’ve burned this place down even if you had.”

as he scooped her into his arms, his touch was surprisingly gentle. she shivered, the warmth from his skin a comfort she hadn’t felt in months. his words stayed rough, his tone cold, but the way he held her told a different story.

“don’t get used to this,” he muttered, eyes trained forward as they escaped the hideout. “i didn’t come here to save you. just didn’t want to deal with all the whining if i let you die.”

y/n gasped as dabi carried her, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the coldness of her own skin. she tried to focus on his face, but the world around her faded in and out, blurring into an indistinguishable haze. every jolt of movement sent a sharp pain coursing through her, a reminder of the abuse she had endured. she winced, feeling her strength waning.

“put me down,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but he kept moving, determined.

“shut up,” he replied curtly, his grip tightening slightly, as if he feared losing her.

another wave of pain shot through her, more intense than the last. her breath caught, and suddenly, she felt herself slipping. “touya…” she managed to say, her voice trembling. “i think i’m dying here.”

without warning, he stopped, the harshness in his demeanor cracking just for a moment. he lowered her gently to the ground, his eyes scanning her body with fierce intensity. she could see the worry flickering behind his cool facade, the flames that danced in his gaze reflecting a sense of urgency.

“where?” he demanded, a harsh edge to his voice as he knelt beside her. “where does it hurt?”

“everywhere,” she admitted, but a teasing smile crossed her lips despite the pain. “call me corny, but you should’ve seen the other guys. they looked worse than me.”

dabi narrowed his eyes, irritation flashing across his face at her joking manner. “this isn’t a joke, y/n.”

“you really think I’d let a bunch of wannabe heroes take me out that easily?” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. “they were no match for me. clearly, they didn’t get the memo that I’m not just some damsel in distress.”

“if you’re so tough, why are you lying on the ground?” he shot back, a sneer creeping into his voice. “you look like you’ve been run over by a train.”

“ow, harsh much?” she retorted, but the teasing tone was wavering. “can’t blame a girl for trying to make light of the situation.”

“you think this is funny?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “you look like shit, and if you keep acting like this, you’ll actually die.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, but another wave of pain shot through her, making her grimace. “but honestly, I’m tired, and I’m starting to think this might be a bit much for me.”

“good,” he grunted, his expression hardening again. “maybe this will teach you not to underestimate your enemies next time.”

“you’re a real gem, you know that?” she said, rolling her eyes even as tears threatened to spill. “if I survive this, I’m definitely getting you a trophy for ‘worst rescue ever.’”

“you’re lucky I’m even here,” he said coldly, his gaze flicking over her injuries. “you should be thanking me instead of cracking jokes.”

“thank you, touya,” she said, her voice softening for a moment. “seriously.”

he huffed, looking away, but she could see the tension in his shoulders. “just don’t make me regret saving you, okay?”

“no promises,” she replied with a weak grin, but the teasing edge in her voice was fading. “you know I’m too stubborn for that.”

“you’re a damn fool, y/n,” he muttered, the frustration evident in his voice as he wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “you think you’re invincible, but look where that’s gotten you. this isn’t a game.”

“i know that,” she said, the teasing tone gone as she felt the gravity of her situation. “but I’m not ready to die here. I still have too many things to do.”

“you better pull yourself together then,” he snapped, his voice harsh but the underlying concern evident. “because I’m not carrying a corpse out of here.”

“no need to get dramatic, touya,” she replied, trying to muster the strength for a smile. “I’m not dead yet.”

“you’re damn lucky I don’t just leave you here,” he grumbled, but the way he looked at her was a mix of annoyance and something softer. “now, let’s get moving before they come back.”

he scooped her up again, his grip firm yet careful. together, they would face whatever awaited them outside. and even in the chaos around them, y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that, despite his harsh words, there was something deeper in his concern—something that gave her strength even as her body protested.

“don’t drop me, or I swear I’ll haunt you,” she said, her voice light despite the pain.

“like I’d ever let you go,” he replied, though his tone remained sharp. “now shut up and focus. we’re getting out of this hellhole.”

as he carried her away from the ashes of their enemies, y/n held onto the resolve within her, refusing to let despair take hold. and while dabi kept his distance, his harsh demeanor hiding the concern beneath, she knew that as long as they were together, they would fight to survive.

----

the familiar sights and sounds of the league’s hideout enveloped y/n like a comforting blanket, but that sense of safety was overshadowed by the pain that coursed through her body. dabi carried her through the entrance, his presence a steady anchor amid the chaos of their return.

“get the hell out of my way.” he spoke as they passed several members who rushed to meet them, concern etched on their faces. “she’s injured, and you all need to back off. she doesn’t need a dozen people hovering over her right now.”

“dabi!” twice called from the other side of the room, his expression darkening at the sight of y/n’s condition. “what happened?”

“later,” dabi snapped, brushing past him and heading down the hall toward his room. “just make sure they don’t crowd her. she’s had enough of that shit already.”

y/n barely registered the exchange as her head lolled against dabi’s shoulder. her strength was fading fast, and the pain was creeping back in, clawing at her insides. the world blurred again as he opened the door to his room, setting her down gently on his bed.

“stay put,” he said tersely, stepping back. “I’ll be right back. I need to talk to shigaraki.”

as the door clicked shut, y/n felt a wave of despair wash over her. the warmth of the room felt suffocating, and all the bravado she had tried to maintain crumbled. she pulled her knees to her chest, a shaky breath escaping her as she allowed the tears to spill over.

“damn it,” she whispered, her voice breaking. she buried her face against her knees, the memories of her time with the heroes crashing over her like a tidal wave. the pain, the torture, the isolation—it all hit her at once, leaving her gasping for air.

she clenched her fists, hating how vulnerable she felt. the sobs bubbled up, and she let them come, tears soaking into her knees as she tried to muffle the sounds. she cursed herself under her breath, her nails digging into her palms. “just keep it together.” she muttered repeatedly.

after a few agonizing moments, the door swung open again, and dabi stepped inside. his expression shifted from irritation to confusion at the sight of her in such a state.

“what the hell is up with you?” he demanded, his voice harsh. “you’re back home, and you’re crying? what’s wrong now?”

y/n quickly wiped her tears away, trying to compose herself as best she could. “oh, you know me,” she said, attempting to keep her tone light despite the tremor in her voice. “just enjoying a little spa day here.”

dabi’s brows furrowed, and he stepped closer, concern leaking through his aggression. “this isn’t a joke, y/n. you look like you’re about to pass out. get it together.”

“easy for you to say,” she shot back, her snark returning as she wiped her cheeks dry, though more tears slipped past her efforts. “some of us don’t have fire powers to keep us warm and cozy.”

“seriously, what’s the point of acting like this?” he asked, exasperation lacing his tone. “if you’re hurt, just say it instead of pretending you’re fine.”

“i’m fine,” she insisted, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her. “just a little sore, that’s all.”

“y/n, you’re not fooling anyone,” he growled, frustration bubbling under the surface. “if you’re feeling like this, you need to tell me. it’s not going to help if you just sit here and cry like a baby.”

“what do you want me to say?” she snapped, tears streaming down her cheeks again despite her efforts. “that they broke me? that they got under my skin? well, they did! and it hurt like hell! but you don’t get it, do you?”

dabi flinched at her words, but he quickly masked it with a scowl. “no, I don’t get it, because I don’t go around feeling sorry for myself. I’m not going to let you wallow in your own misery. we’ve got enough problems without you adding to them.”

“thanks for the pep talk, touya,” she shot back, a bitter smile crossing her face even as she choked on her emotions. “you really know how to lift a girl’s spirits.”

“you want to be tough, fine. but don’t think I won’t notice when you’re falling apart,” he replied, his tone sharp but lacking malice. “if you’re in pain, just admit it. we’ll figure it out together.”

“don’t count on me getting soft just because I’m hurt,” she said defiantly, though she could feel the tears still falling, an irritating reminder of her vulnerability. “I’m still me.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” he said dismissively, but there was an undertone of concern in his voice. “but don’t think for a second I won’t drag you back from the edge if I have to.”

y/n took a shaky breath, wiping her eyes one last time. “you really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”

“shut up,” he grumbled, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “you’re an idiot. just remember that.”

with that, the tension in the room shifted slightly, but yn knew she still had a long way to go. she would heal, but she’d do it in her own way. with dabi at her side, even if he acted like a jerk sometimes, she felt a little less alone. together, they would figure this out, one step at a time.

the room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by y/n’s occasional sniffles as she fought to regain her composure. the tension in the air was thick, a mix of unspoken words and emotions swirling between them. dabi stood a few feet away, his expression conflicted as he watched her struggle.

“you’re really gonna keep crying, huh?” he finally broke the silence, his tone somewhere between annoyance and concern. he wasn’t used to this—seeing someone so vulnerable and broken, especially someone like y/n who had always been a source of defiance and strength.

y/n shrugged, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “what can I say? it’s a real downer to be tortured by wannabe heroes. I’m just processing.”

“yeah, well, you can process without the waterworks,” he muttered, but he took a step closer. something inside him stirred—a mix of protectiveness and frustration that he couldn’t quite shake off.

“easier said than done,” she replied, her voice shaky. “this is new territory for me.”

dabi rolled his eyes, but he found himself moving closer, drawn by an impulse he didn’t fully understand. he stood beside her, casting a long shadow over the bed. “you look like you could use something other than a pity party,” he said, his tone gruff but softer than before.

“what do you suggest? a party for one?” she replied, trying to muster a smirk. “at least I can invite you to the festivities.”

“real funny,” he said, his voice laced with sarcasm, but he settled beside her on the bed. the moment their shoulders brushed, a warmth spread through him, grounding the storm of emotions swirling inside.

“what are you doing?” y/n asked, surprise evident in her voice.

“shut up and stop crying,” he ordered, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “it’s annoying.”

“so, your solution is to sit here and be annoyed with me?” she shot back, but there was a hint of gratitude in her voice.

“just be quiet for a second,” he replied, his voice low. “you look like you need a break from all the bullshit.”

y/n paused, feeling the weight of his presence beside her. the warmth radiating from him was oddly comforting. she took a shaky breath, attempting to gather herself. “you’re surprisingly good at this, touya,” she said quietly.

“don’t get used to it,” he replied, but his expression softened slightly. without thinking, he reached over and placed a hand on her back, applying just enough pressure to ground her in the moment. it was a gesture that felt intimate, yet he kept his gaze trained away, focused on the wall.

“this is weird,” y/n murmured, feeling the heat of his hand seep through her shirt. “you actually care, huh?”

“don’t push it,” he replied, but there was no bite in his tone. “just… don’t fall apart on me, alright? I didn’t come all this way to babysit you.”

“fine, fine. I’ll try to keep my emotions in check,” she promised, though the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

“good,” he said, letting out a frustrated sigh. “because if you keep this up, I’m going to start worrying, and that’s not something I want to deal with.”

the room fell silent again, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from y/n as she struggled to regain her composure. the warmth of dabi’s hand on her back was a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. she leaned into it slightly, finding comfort in his presence, even if it was begrudgingly given.

“you really are the worst,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter. “but I guess I’ll take what I can get.”

“just remember that when you’re back to being a smartass,” he replied, pulling his hand away as he straightened up. “I can’t have you getting soft on me, or I’ll have to do something drastic.”

“like what?” she challenged, a hint of her old fire returning. “give me a pep talk about how I should fight harder next time?”

“exactly,” he smirked, a glimmer of amusement shining through the hardened exterior he maintained. “or maybe I’ll just throw you back to those heroes and let them finish what they started.”

“now that’s just mean,” y/n said, a smile breaking through her tears. “you’re supposed to be my rescuer, not my tormentor.”

“like I said, don’t get used to it,” he shot back, though his tone held a playful edge. “but don’t think I’m letting you off easy just because you’ve had a rough patch.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied, her heart lighter as they settled into an uneasy camaraderie. even with the pain still throbbing in her body, the warmth of their banter eased the ache in her soul.

“just… get some rest,” he added, standing up and moving toward the door. “I’ll be back. try not to cry more than necessary.”

“no promises, touya,” she teased, watching him with a fondness that surprised her.

as the door clicked shut behind him, y/n let out a small breath, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within her. maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought, even in the depths of despair.

the night stretched on, silence enveloping the hideout as the rest of the league settled into their routines. hours passed since dabi had left y/n in his room, and he found himself thinking about her more than he cared to admit. when he finally returned, he opened the door quietly, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness.

he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her sleeping form curled up on his bed. her face was peaceful, the pain temporarily eased by the escape of sleep. a hint of softness crept into his expression, but he quickly masked it with annoyance. he didn’t have time for this sentimental crap.

“tch,” he muttered under his breath, walking over to the bed. he slid in beside her, the warmth of the covers wrapping around him. almost instinctively, she shuffled, sensing his presence even in her sleep.

“what are you doing?” she mumbled, her voice thick with drowsiness as she blinked up at him. “this is my room, you know?”

“it’s my fucking bed, dumbass,” dabi shot back, trying to keep his voice steady despite the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

“oh shit… my bad,” she replied, realization washing over her. y/n attempted to sit up, but a sharp jolt of pain shot through her body, making her gasp. she winced, her hands instinctively pressing against her side.

“the fuck are you doing, y/n?” dabi snapped, concern bleeding through his irritation as he watched her struggle.

“just… trying to get back to my room,” she replied, gritting her teeth against the pain. “I’m fine, really.”

“you’re clearly not fine,” he growled, sitting up and placing a firm hand on her shoulder, gently but insistently pushing her back down. “you need to rest. are you trying to kill yourself?”

“it’s not that bad,” she insisted, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. she could feel the pain intensifying, a reminder of the hell she’d endured.

dabi narrowed his eyes at her stubbornness. “let me see,” he demanded, shifting closer. he placed a hand on her side, applying gentle pressure. the moment he pressed down, y/n let out a wince, the pain flaring anew.

“wtf was that for, touya?!” she exclaimed, irritation flashing in her eyes as she shot him a glare, even though it was obvious she was still hurting.

“get it through your head. you’re not invincible,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration. he could see the pain etched on her features, and it made something twist in his gut.

“thanks for the reminder, but I didn’t need you to be a jackass about it,” she retorted, her voice sharp despite the way her breath hitched from the lingering pain. she winced again as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“you think this is easy for me?” dabi shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “just sit still, okay? it’ll help.”

with a reluctant nod, she settled back against the pillows, but he could see the way her body was tense, how she was fighting against the pain. he felt a surge of annoyance at himself for not being able to do more. “look,” he started, his voice softer now, “I’m just trying to help. you really need to rest.”

she met his gaze, the stubborn fire still in her eyes but dimmed by fatigue. “fine,” she murmured, allowing her head to lean back against the wall as she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the discomfort.

dabi’s irritation faded as he watched her. she was strong, but even the toughest needed support. without thinking, he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. she tensed slightly at first, but then relaxed into him, seeking the warmth he offered.

“there. it’s not a big deal,” he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, but the hint of protectiveness seeped through.

“you’re such a softy, touya,” y/n teased, though her voice was weaker, softer now. “I can’t believe you’re actually cuddling with me.”

“shut up,” he replied, his tone defensive. “this is just practical. it’s warmer, and you need to stop shivering.”

“practical, huh?” she echoed, snuggling a bit closer to him. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t push her away. he found himself relishing the quiet moment, the way her breathing began to slow as she relaxed against him. it felt oddly comforting, and he couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through him.

the silence wrapped around them like a thick blanket, filled only by the soft sounds of y/n's breathing. she nestled closer into dabi’s side, the heat radiating from him providing comfort against the chill of her lingering pain. he shifted slightly, instinctively tightening his hold around her shoulders.

after a few moments, y/n broke the quiet. “did you miss me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. she turned her head slightly to gauge his reaction, a teasing smile dancing on her lips, despite the weight of the question.

dabi’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and something softer. “you think I have time to miss anyone?” he replied, his tone gruff, but there was an underlying warmth there that didn’t go unnoticed.

“come on, it’s a simple question,” she pressed, trying to suppress a smile. “you could just say yes, you know.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, a hint of exasperation in his eyes. “fine. maybe I missed you a little,” he admitted, his voice begrudgingly honest. “not that I’d tell anyone else.”

“oh really?” she said, feigning surprise. “a little? I’d say I was gone for quite a while. you should have been lonely without me.”

“lonely? hardly,” he scoffed, though she could see the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. but yeah, it was… quieter.”

y/n smiled at that, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. “I guess I was kind of fun to have around,” she teased lightly.

“you were more annoying than fun,” he shot back, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “always getting in the way. but I guess it’s better than having nothing to deal with.”

“so, you missed my annoying self then?” she prodded, enjoying this back-and-forth.

“shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to his words. “just don’t go getting yourself captured again. I don’t want to deal with the consequences.”

as the night deepened, the soft glow from the single lamp in the corner of the room cast a warm light over y/n and dabi. she could hear the faint sounds of the league moving about outside, but in this moment, it felt like they were the only two in existence. she relaxed further into his side, feeling a strange sense of safety she hadn’t felt in months.

“you know,” she began, her voice trailing off as she considered her words, “being away from all of you… it was different. I didn’t think I’d miss it, but I did.”

“what, the chaos?” dabi replied, arching an eyebrow. “you’re telling me you missed all the arguing, the plans going wrong, and the constant danger?”

“maybe not the danger,” she admitted, a small laugh escaping her lips. “but yeah, I missed the thrill. I missed you guys.” she paused, glancing up at him. “I even missed your terrible sense of humor.”

“my humor is perfect,” he shot back, a smirk creeping onto his face. “you just don’t understand true comedy.”

“right, keep telling yourself that,” she teased, then grew serious for a moment. “but really, I just… I missed being part of something. even if it is a little chaotic.”

dabi’s expression softened slightly, and he nodded. “I get it. being alone sucks. but you’re not alone anymore. we’re all messed up in our own ways, but we look out for each other. that’s what makes this whole thing work.”

“yeah, I know,” she said softly, her heart swelling at his words. “and I’m grateful for that. I never thought I’d find a place where I truly belonged, especially here.”

“well, don’t go getting all mushy on me now,” he replied, trying to mask the warmth flooding his chest with a chuckle. “I’d hate to ruin my tough-guy reputation.”

“too late for that,” she said with a smirk. “you’ve already cuddled with me, remember? tough guy or not, you’ve got a soft spot.”

“shut up,” he muttered, but he couldn’t suppress the slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. “just don’t get too comfortable with the whole cuddling thing.”

“too late,” y/n said, a playful glint in her eyes. “I think I might just make this a regular occurrence.”

dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. instead, he leaned back against the pillows, pulling her with him. “whatever. just don’t expect me to go easy on you when you’re back to being a pain in the ass.”

they lay there in silence, the warmth between them easing the tension and exhaustion that had been building for so long. y/n shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to dabi’s neck, her lips lingering just a moment before she pulled back. she felt his muscles tense, and she looked up, half-expecting him to scold her.

"y/n," he murmured, voice firm but with an edge of something softer. she looked up at him, searching his eyes, caught off guard by the intensity there. before she could say anything, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow, almost hesitant, then deepened, as if he was trying to say everything he couldn't put into words.

her hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back, feeling the tension drain from her body. she melted into him, their breaths mingling, the world fading until it was just the two of them. the kiss was a silent promise, a reminder of all they'd been through and the unspoken connection that tethered them together.

finally, they broke apart, foreheads resting against each other, and y/n whispered, "goodnight, touya."

"night, idiot."

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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 17

A/N: Idk about y’all but I had to binge read this to remember where I left off, and this is usually the part when I say “I’m coming back!” but…in all honesty, I’m not sure how consistently I’ll be around. There’s been A LOT going on this year and I’m once again making some life changes and refocusing on things I enjoy doing (ie: this), so…basically hi and thanks for sticking around!

Warnings: References to past violence, death/murder, assault. Betrayal, emotional trauma and distress, weapons, reference to future violence, death/murder, and assault. Basically, there was and there will be more violence😅

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“All right, so where should we start?” Superhero asked.

Baron turned the question over in his mind. His eyes roved over the armory he’d built in the cabin’s basement. The light of the lantern wasn’t nearly enough to see the whole space. It wasn’t even enough to see more than a few feet in front of them, but Baron knew what he had. “Personally, I think we should start with the GeoSat and see if we can locate Supervillain’s base and blow it to smithereens, but there isn’t a lot of data to go on and I doubt the bastard has one single base of operations. And that would be too dependent on them actually being there. So I guess…we need to grab one of everything? I’ve got a rocket launcher around here somewhere.”

Superhero sighed. Their voice was tight with exasperation. “Do you honestly believe Supervillain can be stopped with a rocket launcher?”

“I desperately wish that was the case,” Baron snapped. “Obviously we don’t know what to use because we don’t know what’s happening. We’re completely cut-off from everyone and if we come out of hiding, we’re dead. Supervillain won’t let us escape alive next time.”

“You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question, a fact that only made Baron’s blood boil.

“And you aren’t?”

“Terrified, actually,” Superhero shrugged. The admission nearly knocked Baron to the ground. “But we can’t let that get the better of us. We need to keep our heads and sort this out so we can stop Supervillain. For all we know, they’re planning something bigger and getting rid of us was only the start of their plan. We have to try and send word to the Agency again. They should’ve come at our SOS signal.”

Baron clenched his jaw.

It was a miracle they’d made it out of the court’s safehouse alive. The invasion had turned into a blood bath. In spite of the horror and panic, Baron couldn’t help but focus on Mirth’s use of her powers. How she’d become an apparition, only to reappear long enough to grab an unsuspecting henchman and disappear again. She’d tossed them around like ragdolls. It was the first time Baron had felt a tremor of fear at the mere sight of her.

Mirth was a force to be reckoned with.

It was amazing—and terrifying.

And it was clear to him that her actions had already begun to haunt her.

“You said you had a GeoSat?” Superhero’s question broke through Baron’s analysis of the earlier battle.

“Yeah, why?”

“Is it always watching?”

Baron scoffed. “Of course. What good would it be if I couldn’t recall historical data?”

“Pull up the footage from safehouse. I want to trace the henchman back as far as we can.”

“Easy enough,” Baron smirked, already moving toward the satellite’s command module. “Well, easy so long as there isn’t any interference. Supervillain would need someone almost as good as me to jam the satellite though.”

“Yeah,” Superhero said. “I’ve heard GeoSats are top-end. How’d you get one, anyway? Steal it from someone? Hack into an enemy government’s?”

Baron laughed almost maniacally. “I invented it.”

Superhero sputtered.

“Honestly, your shock hurts me. You do realize I’m an engineer, right?” Baron side-eyed the superhero beside him. Did everyone forget that he wasn’t all shock and awe, that he was more than his electrokinesis?

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be, given how many of your inventions have been taken into evidence.”

“Ah, so there’s hope of retrieving them,” Baron sighed wistfully. He hoped the Agency had taken good care of them. The amount of money he’d had to steal to buy the materials alone was a hassle. Not to mention the actual act of sourcing the materials. It often brought him into contact with worse individuals than himself.

Individuals like Supervillain.

Baron clenched his jaw. Was it possible that Supervillain had planted a bug in any of the materials Baron had bought from him? Could Supervillain had had access to his lab this entire time, unbeknownst to him?

*

Exhaustion clung to every fiber of Mirth’s being. Her bones ached. Her muscles strained with each and every moment. Even her eyes stung from the day’s overexertion.

But it wasn’t over.

No matter how badly Mirth wanted to collapse, she knew she couldn’t. Supervillain had made their move. They’d targeted the safehouse, and if Mirth had to bet, she’d guess that wasn’t the only thing they’d done tonight.

Supervillain had been building an empire right under their noses. They’d managed to either plant or coerce someone inside the agency to spy for them. And—if she was right—Supervillain had also created or found a source within the city’s court. They wouldn’t have gone through all of that trouble to eliminate three people. Least of all her and Baron. Superhero, maybe, but to attack them all the way out in the safehouse?

She shook her head.

It just didn’t add up. Superhero had essentially been exiled. They wouldn’t be able to patrol or take on many missions for three years. Essentially, Superhero was no longer a piece on the board.

But didn’t that make it the perfect time for Supervillain to act on whatever their plans were?

Mirth sighed. So long as they were holed up in Baron’s safehouse, they were isolated from the world with absolutely no idea what was happening. All they would be able to do, would be to let their thoughts spiral until they believed the worst possible scenarios had become reality. And Mirth couldn’t stand that. She needed to know what was happening. She couldn’t hide any longer.

They needed to take the fight to Supervillain.

Mirth didn’t allow herself to wait a single breath for the fear she’d talk herself out of it. There was no time to practice temperance. They’d almost died today. Supervillain was ready to make their move, whatever that was.

The Agency needed to be warned before it was too late. That is, if it wasn’t already.

As the weight of her limbs faded, Mirth wondered why no one had come to their aid. Superhero had called, hadn’t they? If she was in her solid form, Mirth knew her stomach would’ve twisted at the thought. But as it was, her molecules could do nothing but ripple as she slipped under the bedroom door and floated down the hallway like a ghost. Wholly invisible and equally unnoticed, she slipped from the cabin without a word or sign to let Baron and Superhero know of her plans. Not that she saw them as she left. She didn’t let herself wonder where they’d gone. She couldn’t.

She’d hopefully be back before they even knew she was gone. And when she returned, Mirth hoped it was with answers and a clearer plan than the simple idea that they must stop Supervillain at all costs.

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