A Caretaker.

A Caretaker.

I don't like how this one turned out. Feel like the beginning and end don't really match. I might remake it with a completely different plot if I feel like it :(

Summary - After being defeated by Hero, Villain quickly fell unconscious. They found themselves in a random home, and slowly feel safe near the host.

TW - Swearing, injuries, neglection, going missing, assumed dead

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“I-.. I won.” Hero panted, barely standing up while they stared at Villain’s body on the floor. “I bested you. I won.” If Hero didn’t pay attention, it would look like Villain was dead. But Hero could see the faint movement of fingers and their ragged breathing. “The deal was if I won, you’d leave.”

“I fuckin’ heard you,” they said, their voice barely over a whisper. “I’m not dead yet, no need to scream.”

“I’m not screaming,” Hero pointed out, “And you’re practically dead. You can barely stand up.”

“Whatever,” Villain mumbled, trying to stand up. A pain shot through their back and they fell once again, their tears and blood mixing. The area around them was once a city full of light and life. Now it was just rubble and dust. “I’ll… leave when I can stand up–”

“No. Get up.” Hero limped over and grabbed them by their hair, yanking them up. Villain let out a blood-curdling scream as they screamed. Their pleas and begs went over deaf ears. “You said you’d leave. Now leave!” Hero screamed, their throat feeling sore. When Hero let go, Villain couldn’t do much but fall back to the ground. Loud noises were all around them, clouding their mind. Their vision started fading as it grew blurry, but indistinct chatter was barely heard. They made our frantic questions, probably a news reporter, sounds of a vehicle and moving parts, and the yells of victory and worry. Villain didn’t need to see to realize it was others from the Hero Agency.

Their blurry figures rushed towards Hero’s weak state, but no one came for Villain and their broken body.

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Gasping for air, Villain shot up, breathing heavily. They instantly regretted it, as their entire body felt like collapsing on the spot. They groaned with pain and fell back on the soft, comfortable surface.

Wait.

They shot back up again, disregarding the pain and observing their surroundings. The ash-gray walls and gloomy bed were unfamiliar. Their breathing grew more frantic as their eyes darted around, looking for something they could rely on. Questions flooded their brain. Where were they? Who took them here? Did Hero–

“Not the best idea to be moving, the bandages might come loose.”

Villain perked up and looked around, spotting a figure leaning on the doorframe. Villain tried to get up, but the figure rushed towards them. Out of reflex, Villain flinched and tried to back away and go to the opposite end of the bed. The person realized and calmed themselves.

“I… I know you don’t-... know me, exactly, but I don’t have any ill intentions, okay?” They spoke slowly, letting Villain digest all of it. “Uhm…” They seemed awkward. “Oh! I, uh, I bandaged you!” They spoke, suddenly energetic. “Your arms, your back, basically everything was wounded. Bad, actually. Wounded bad.” They seemed odd to Villain. The way they talked and spoke seemed nervous and broken. Villain found it cute.

Still, being awed at something was no reason to let your guard down.

“Uhm… wait, you bandaged me?” Villain spoke cautiously. “Did… did you do anything–”

“NONONONONO!” The stranger quickly spoke, a blush coating their cheeks. “I did nothing weird! I am so sorry it seemed like that!” They ranted, their arms moving around as they talked. Of course, it startled Villain, but they were getting used to it.

“So,” they started, “You can call me!-...” They trailed off, lost in thought. The silence was awkward as Villain anticipated their response. Frowning, the stranger just shrugged it off while trying to change the subject. “Well, that doesn’t really matter right now–”

“You kidnapped me.”

“Either that or you’d bleed out.”

“Doesn’t make a difference.” Villain’s eyes narrowed as they looked at the strange, nervous mess in front of them up and down. “Who are you?” The stranger’s face turned slightly red.

“Just-.. Call me Civilian?” They chuckled nervously. Villain sighed. It was obvious that wasn’t their real name, but that would have to do. They weren’t in a position to fight, anyway. “Well, you don’t look too hot.”

“I’m fine,” Villain shot, “I’ve had worse.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not bad.” Civilian started to reach out to touch Villain’s back, but Villain tensed up. Noticing, Civilian backed down. “I–I’m sorry, but I’ll need to–”

“I can bandage myself,” Villain snapped, seemingly distressed at the attempted contact.

Civilian seemed a bit disappointed but nodded. “Right, uhm… I’ll get some fresh bandages. A–Are you hungry? I can go get something, or-...” They gave a nervous smile, attempting conversation. When Villain didn’t reply, their face fell. They murmured sorry and strode out.

The moment the door clicked and closed, Villain let out a sigh. They felt crowded, weak, pathetic. They felt humiliated. What kind of idiot gets kidnapped by a person so easily?! They were lost in thought, negative thoughts swarming their head.

God, they felt useless.

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After Civilian gave the bandages, nothing too much happened. They barely made small talk, but Civilian acted more like a caretaker than a kidnapper. Which, of course, was good in Villain’s scenario. Civilian was sitting near Villain on the bed, reading a book and tending to any of Villain’s needs and requests. The silence was deafening, and Villain felt weird sitting on the bed while eating the chocolate chip cookie Civilian baked. They wanted to say something, like a thank you for helping, or an apology for being a bother.

…

UGH! Villains weren’t supposed to feel soft. Emotion is weakness. Emotion is vulnerability. It’s everything they were taught not to do, not to have.

So why did being near Civilian make them feel safe?

“Uh, Villain?”

Villain snapped out of their trance and turned to Civilian. “Yeah?”

“You’re just staring at a wall.”

Oh.

“Sorry,” Villain mumbled. “Just lost in thought.”

Civilian giggled at them, and Villain froze. It wasn’t a mocking laughter like most would do. It was more teasing than anything. “No need to apologize. I was just concerned.” Civilian let out another small laugh. “Do you need anything else? Maybe another cookie? Or, you’d want something more–”

“Can you turn on the TV?” Villain asked. They stared at Civilian.

“Well… this room doesn’t have a TV–”

“Can you watch TV and tell me about it? Or do you have a phone instead?” Villain was curious about what was going on outside. Sure, there were windows, but they didn’t see much other than birds and buildings. Civilian seemed reluctant to let Villain hear about what was going on, making Villain feel anxious. “What… What’s wrong? Is there something I shouldn’t–”

“I’ll go get my phone.” Civilian quickly shut the book and set it on the nightstand. They shot up and walked out again, leaving Villain in the dark.

When Civilian arrived again, they sat down and held their phone out to Villain. They took it cautiously and looked. A video was pulled up, and they pressed play. It was a woman holding a microphone in front of a camera. And next to her?

Hero.

“This just in! After the recent disappearance, and supposed death, of Villain, the [ Hero Agency ]’s been grateful a giant threat was removed from the premises of the city. They were kind enough to let Hero,  who defeated Villain, speak with us.” She spoke enthusiastically, holding the microphone towards Hero’s mouth.

“Hi!” Hero said, sounding nervous. “Uhm…” They trailed off, not knowing what to say. The interviewer chuckled and spoke again.

“Mind telling us about your experience with Villain?” She started. Despite being uncomfortable, Hero still responded.

“Well, they were a damn good Villain. Always got up, fought with ‘passion’ and ferociousness, and…” They thought for a moment. “They were really creative.”

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“They always had different ideas than the rest,” Hero started, feeling awkward while discussing the person they thought was dead. “And a different personality than most. Usually, villains would be either cold and stoic or flirty and teasing. Villain was cautious of others. They’d try to think outside the box, figuring out traps and plans. But the day when-... when we were fighting, I think I caught them off guard.” Villain might’ve hallucinated, but if they knew any better, it seemed like Hero felt sorry.

“Now, what an incredible story to share! Mind telling us how you defeated Villain? Any specific tactics you used?”

“Sorry, m’lady, but that’s classified. You can understand, right?”

If she was disappointed, she hid it well under her plastic smile. “It’s aye-okay! Anything else you’d like to say to your new fans?” Smiling, Hero looked at the camera and waved.

“Bye! See you all later!” The camera closed and the video ended, leaving Villain confused, angry, and annoyed.

“What… they all think I’m dead?”

“Missing at least.” Civilian tried to speak calmly. “I didn’t know whether to tell you or not. I thought you might’ve tried to leave, and with your injuries still healing… I didn’t know what to do.”

Villain didn’t know how to feel. They were angry and annoyed Hero tried to act sympathetic and seem upset about their death. Hero would pull by their hair, and leave scars, yet now they’re pretending to be disappointed for some love and attention? They were upset Civilian didn’t show them this earlier. It would’ve cleared up so many thoughts stuck in their head, questions they thought would’ve been unanswered.

“I know you must be confused. I’ll give you a minute if you want–”

“Stay.” Villain quickly clasped their hand around Civilian’s. “Don’t leave me.”

Civilian was shocked at the sudden contact but gave a gentle smile. They held Villain’s hand as they sat in the chair again, a peaceful silence embracing them.

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You guys have no idea how much I hate this rn. Again, might recreate it with a different plot. I was originally gonna make Civilian a supervillain in disguise, but it didn't feel right after writing it. I hate this :(

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Refuge.

Summary - Hero and Supervillain got into a huge fight that injured Hero fatally. No one would help them, so they only knew one other place to go to seek refuge; Villain. Angst

Part 1 | Flashback

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Familiar.

Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why. Angst

Part 1

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A Caretaker.

Summary - After being defeated by Hero, Villain quickly fell unconscious. They found themselves in a random home, and slowly feel safe near the host.

Part 1

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Playing With Their Food.

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

Part 1

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

TW - Swearing, manipulation, kidnapping

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

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

“I’m not Hero.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t follow.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to break you.”

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

prompt #75

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

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