heroes, villains, etc.

Prompts are tagged #assorted prompts, snippets are #assorted snippets, requests are #assorted requests. Feel free to ask to be tagged in snippets/updates in the replies or reblogs!

Snippets are posted on Tuesdays, prompts on Fridays.

Series:

Thursday (Civilian x Villain): parts I, II, III, IV

FxF Civilian x Villain: parts I, II

Bad Blood (Hero x Vampire): parts I, II

Unmasked (Hero x Villain): parts I, II

Promises (Hero x Villain): parts I, II

Weightless (Hero x Vigilante): parts I, II

Smoke and Bricks (Medic, Hero, Villain): parts I, II, III

Snippets (Hero x Villain):

Villain betrays Hero

Obsessive Villain

Paralyzed Hero*

Enemies with benefits

Happy Birthday

If I Can't Have You (Villain confronts powerless Hero)*

Angel on Fire (fire Villain overpowers ice Hero)*

The Altar (Hero summons dark lord Villain)*

Choke/Reveal

1-Year Anniversary

Cigarette

Snippets (Other):

Civilian x Supervillain*

Villain x Healer

*my favorites

Whumptober 2025 Masterlist

Hero stood at the edge of the forest, looking into the pitch-blackness as stars twinkled above them. The moon was hardly a sliver in the sky: a silver splinter that would soon be swallowed by the dark and made new.

A cool wind rustled through Hero’s hair. It gently tugged wisps away from the intricate braid they’d secured hours before, a ritual that grounded them before a hunt. They wove enough strands of silver rope into every section to burn the skin of all but the most powerful demonic creatures that touched it. 

Their hands rested at their sides over the weapons hanging from their belt. In a single moment, they could draw whichever stake or blade they needed. As soon as a monster dared approach, Hero could dispatch it within moments. It was why they never required a team to hunt with. Even beyond the fact of their skills, they enjoyed going alone. And the times just before the new moon were their favorite. 

“Lovely night, isn’t it?” A melodic voice said. Hero didn’t have to turn to recognize the tall, pale creature that stood just behind their back. They didn’t even need to look at their alabaster-carved face to know that Villain was grinning, their razor-sharp canines glinting in the starlight. 

“Perfect for a hunt,” Hero replied.

Villain’s ice-cold hand brushed over theirs, which opened reflexively like a blooming flower. “So single-minded. And you say I am the violent one.”

“You and all of your kind. But I don’t blame you for something you can’t help.”

“No. You only kill us for it.”

Hero smiled, leaning into Villain’s touch as they pulled in closer and casually swept Hero’s braid over their left shoulder, hand utterly unaffected by the shining silver.

They drew sharp nails over the side of the hunter’s neck, tracing twin lines across their skin. The touch sparked dangerous butterflies in Hero’s stomach: a dark desire that demanded something even sharper pierce their flesh. 

“I won’t apologize for ridding the world of the irredeemable.” That was Hero’s purpose. To hunt down demons, find them before they managed to get their teeth or claws in someone innocent. 

“I know it was you who killed three of my fledglings last cycle,” Villain whispered, lips suddenly only millimeters away from Hero’s ear. “They had but just turned. Were they irredeemable?”

“Better they die young than live forever as monsters.”

They breathed a light laugh. “I have lived many millennia and never met a being so monstrous as you.”

“I would destroy my own soul for a chance to save that of others,” Hero said with quiet conviction. “I would do it a thousand times.”

Villain’s other arm snaked around Hero’s middle, pressing them fully against the undead creature’s freezing body. Hero inhaled sharply, the tang of iron filling their nose. 

“When you have done that,” they said softly. “Come to me, and we shall measure how many miles our shadows stretch, how many hordes of wronged spirits follow our steps, how many lakes the blood on our hands can fill. Then we will know which among us is the least human.”

“At least I remain myself, remain in control of myself. I am not like you, for I have never tasted that blood.” 

“You will.” Villain pressed a kiss to Hero’s neck, fangs ghosting over their point where their pulse was beginning to beat out of control. “When I slit my wrist and hold it to your mouth until my blood pours, thick and sweet, down your throat, and you have no choice but to swallow. And then, little hunter, I will slide one of these pretty blades into your heart, and watch you die and be born anew.” 

A delicious bolt of fear spiked Hero’s nervous system, making them almost tipsy with adrenaline. “I would use a stake to put myself down as soon as I awoke.”

They could feel Villain’s smile against their skin. “A fine idea. But I am afraid it would fail, if, as your sire, I commanded that you never harm yourself.” 

Hero stiffened. There was an edge in the creature’s voice, a quality too sharp to be playful. They’d been meeting Villain before hunts for months, and it was always a chase, cat and mouse switching places. There was an easy banter between them that could only exist with a skilled hunter and a greater demon. But something was different. The curtain had been pulled back, exposing the scheme. The cat toying with the mouse before it strikes.

As if sensing Hero’s thoughts, Villain chuckled, a low, dark rumble. “Yes, you finally understand. This is no idle dance you can decide to perform or ignore each cycle. When I want something, I take it. When I tire of the game, when I want all of you, I will make you mine.”

Hero swallowed, near panic, but somehow a deep foreboding they felt kept disappearing. “I’ve killed monsters like you before-”

“Oh, darling, you have never met someone like me.” Villain rested their free hand at the base of Hero’s throat, tapping a fingertip against their voice box. “If you could sense what I am, it would make you scream, beg, cry. That would be lovely, yes, but instead, I choose to dull your fear receptors. I bury the signal that warns you how dangerous I truly am. Just so I can have you while your heart is still beating.”

“You can’t have me,” Hero whispered. “You won’t. I won’t let you turn me into a monster.”

“No…” Villain hooked a finger under their chin, turning their head to the side so their faces nearly touching. Hero’s eyes went wide, then, as if under a spell, fluttered closed. One fang just barely brushed Hero’s bottom lip as Villain murmured their response. “No, you do not need a sire for that, my dear hunter. You do not need me at all.”

part I - part II

“Medic!” Hero cried. The name echoed off of the empty buildings around them. Medic’s crumpled form was utterly, terribly still. Through the haze, Hero couldn’t even be sure they were breathing. “Medic,” they said again, quiet, desperate. “Please be alive. Please be okay.” 

An awful silence filled the air as Hero stared at Medic’s body, a tear running freely down their cheek. It felt like razor-sharp talons were squeezing their heart, as if it could burst at any moment. Hero couldn’t even tap their earpiece to let the team know. How long until camp realizes Medic had been gone for far too long? Would they come looking? What if they couldn’t get them to a hospital? What if they couldn’t fix it? What if they were already gone?

“Oh, my.” From the alley across the street came a soft, familiar voice. “What have we here?” 

Hero saw red, anxiety transforming instantly to rage. “Show yourself, I dare you-”

“At ease, nemesis, I beg. You’re not in a position to be making demands anyhow.” A figure emerged from the shadows dressed all in black, a matching smoke mask covering their mouth and nose. “Why, you couldn’t even protect your own favorite teammate.” They crouched down, fingers reaching for Medic’s throat.

“Villain, I swear, if you touch them, I will murder you-”

“Hush. I’m checking for a pulse, you dunce.” A tense few seconds passed. Hero leaned forward slightly, as if they could hear Medic’s heartbeat from there. 

They couldn’t help themself. “Are they alive? Are they going to be okay?”

Villain glanced their way with a sly smile. “They’re alive.” 

Relief broke over Hero like a sunrise, and they closed their eyes with the weight of it. Medic was alive. Alive. Thank the stars. Now they just needed to find a way to get Medic help, and everything would be fine. 

They opened their eyes to catch Villain mid-motion, lifting Medic into their arms with superhuman grace. At this angle, Hero could see the blood dripping from a dark wound near their hairline. They seemed utterly still at first, but after a moment Hero could see that their chest was shallowly rising and falling. Hero was so focused on their wellbeing that it took them half a minute to notice how Villain was looking down at the healer. They wore a strange, hungry smile, like a predator who had lured its prey into a perfect trap. 

Nervously, Hero wetted their dry lips. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Villain glanced at them and raised a sly brow. “Well, we don’t want the poor darling to die of smoke inhalation, do we?”

Beads of sweat were starting to run into Hero’s eyes. “No, where are you taking them, a hospital…?”

Villain laughed, a cold, spine-chilling sound. “Why, Hero, I haven’t known you to be so uncreative. No, I had something much more exciting in mind than a simple hospital.” 

Panic flared in Hero’s brain, sending a sharp wave of adrenaline through their exhausted body. “No. Please, no, don’t take them, Villain, you can’t do this, please-”

“Your reaction tells me this is an even better idea than I thought,” they said, amused. “Don’t worry, I certainly won’t harm them. They’re far too valuable for that. For their power and to you, of course.”

“You don’t have to hold them hostage to get to me,” Hero pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you want if you let them go, Villain, I swear. Medic has patients that need them, people will die without them!”

Villain rolled their eyes. “Such dramatics. I don’t need anything from you except to keep holding up that building until I leave. And I’m sure the agency hospital staff can manage. You worry too much, nemesis.” 

Another flare of anger surged through Hero. “You’re a supervillain, of course I’m fucking worried about you kidnapping my best friend-”

“Language, Hero,” Villain chided. “I’m flattered you think me so high a threat. But I assure you, your best friend will be perfectly fine. Now, I think your other friends will be showing up soon to relieve you, so I think we’ll be on our way.” “Wait!” Hero shouted, but Villain had already turned away. Both them and Medic disappeared into the shadows, leaving Hero alone, trapped, tears and sweat marking slow trails over their soot-covered skin as the building over them continued to burn into the night. 

“I love you.” On the other side of the bed, Villain was turned toward them. They were wearing their own face instead of Hero’s for the night after it had switched back at sundown. 

“No, you don’t,” Hero said with a sigh. “You’re not even a real person. You aren’t capable of loving anyone.”

“Of course I am. That’s all I do, Hero. It’s what I’m made for. That’s the problem with things like me. I love you so much I want to… want to eat you up, to devour everything you have. I want to bite into your whole life and rip it apart. I want it so bad it hurts. I need it like you need air to breathe.”

Hero was silent for a moment, staring up at their bedroom ceiling. “You know how birds have the instinct to migrate?”

“Yeah.” 

“Well, it’s stronger than an instinct, really. It’s a pain they feel when it’s time to leave. And the only thing that makes it stop is to move their wings and fly away.”

“I’m like a bird,” Villain murmured. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Not really. I just… I can’t help it. It’s what I am.” 

“Does it feel good?”

“What?”

Hero closed their eyes, hating that they could feel Villain’s focus on them like a searing burn. “When you hurt me.”

A beat passed, and then: “Yes.”

“But you don’t regret it.” “I can’t,” Villain said, and their voice was so small and pitiful that Hero wanted to tear it out of their throat. “I’m sorry, Hero, I wish I could tell you something else.”

“You can’t lie to me. You can steal my face, my life, ruin my relationships, you can cut me, stab me, strangle me, but you can’t lie. What a great freaking deal for me.”

“I can’t harm you without harming myself, you know that.” Every time Villain had ever physically hurt Hero, the same wound had appeared on Villain like a perfect mirror image. It didn’t even matter if Villain was wearing Hero’s face at the moment. 

“And I bet you wish you didn’t have that problem, huh?” Hero asked sharply. “Wouldn’t it be so much nicer if you could just kill me and be done with this whole mess? You know you can’t get rid of me, Villain. I won’t make it that easy for you.”

“It’s not supposed to be easy. That’s the point. I’m better at being you than you are, and you know it. It itches at you like a scab, and someday you’re going to rip it off, and you won’t have any choice but to give it to me.” 

There was an edge to Villain’s words, a dark rigidity that took Hero aback. They turned onto their left side and met their doppelgänger’s gleaming, too-big eyes. 

“You’ll burn it all down and pick up the pieces,” they said slowly. “Take my place. And then what? If I can’t die without bringing you with me, what happens to me then?”

“Oh, you can die,” they said, a tiny, almost wistful smile on their inhuman face. “Once I take your place, I take everything. I won’t be your doppelgänger anymore. You’ll lose your face. It’ll be mine, all mine, and I won’t be able to change anymore. There won’t be anything left for you. Most people kill themselves soon after. It’s not easy, having no face. It might be even harder than having two.” 

Despite the comforter over them, a violent shiver ran down Hero’s spine, like their nerves had turned to ice. “I’ll… lose my face?”

Villain nodded. “Poof! Gone.” They grinned. “It’s a little funny, I think. No face. I’ve never gotten to see one before. Remind me to take a picture of you when it happens.”

Hero sat up abruptly, suddenly cold. They pulled the blanket tight up to their shoulders. Villain’s gaze tingled on the side of their face. “It won’t happen.”

“You’ll kill me, then?” Villain said, amused. “You? Even when I stabbed you, I didn’t see that kind of anger in you. You’re soft, Hero. Too soft to murder a part of yourself.” 

They looked back, eyes hard. “I’ll do what I have to.”

Villain smirked, holding out an inviting hand. “You’re cute when you’re trying to be serious. Come here.” 

“Screw you,” Hero muttered, but they let themself be pulled in anyway. 

part I

Hero could feel their bones straining against the unbearable weight of the building on their back. It was a testament to their superhumanity that only a few had broken. As usual, they had been the first on scene of the disaster, flying in as soon as the fire was reported.

The first priority was evacuation, of course, but it had only been a few minutes before it was clear the structural integrity of the complex was failing fast. So Hero had planted themself at the base of the tower like Atlas and tried their best to hold up the sky for as long as they could. 

Which was… an hour? Two? It was too dark to know how much time had passed. To focus on keeping what was basically a burning-hot skyscraper upright, Hero hadn’t paid much attention to everything going on around them. Their earpiece had literally burned out a long time ago, so the only updates they got were shouted at them by passing members of Medic’s team. They’d only seen a few flashes of Medic themself; shouting orders, rushing patients out, hands glowing with healing light.

Now it was much quieter. Nearly everyone in the area had been evacuated, and there were fewer and fewer people coming in and out of the block. Hero’s eyes burned with the smoke that hung thick in the air, and it was getting more and more difficult to breathe.

Fifteen minutes ago, their ankle had suddenly snapped. The pain made them stumble, and a horrible groan had sounded from the building’s damaged suspension. Somehow, miraculously, they hadn’t fallen, and managed to stay upright through the agony, gritting their teeth so hard they thought they felt one crack. 

They didn’t think they could speak, so they just hoped someone had noticed, someone would tell Medic. Medic would come for them. Hero closed their eyes and tried to concentrate on taking deep breaths. 

“Hero, can you hear me?” There was a light pressure on their sternum, a familiar tingling sensation beginning that slowly spread through their body. “Hero, you need to stay awake. Focus on me. You can do this.”

Hero’s eyes opened, and their vision slowly blinked back into function. A haze swirled over a street thick with debris, some of which still burned. Occasionally, a window broke and shards of glass came raining down, or a piece of brick fell from six stories up and shattered on the concrete below. 

In front of them, in a charred, ripped, red-stained white uniform and smoke mask, was an angel. Their skin was streaked with ash and their hair had come loose from its usual bun. Both of their hands were covered with dried blood and pressed to Hero’s chest. A soft white glow emanated from that spot, reflecting in their eyes like the light of the sun. 

“Medic,” Hero croaked, voice hoarse and scratchy. “You came.”

“Of course I came, silly,” Medic said. “You’re my number one patient.”

“You’re the best… you always fix me.” Despite the pain, Hero’s mouth formed a half-smile. 

Medic chuckled. “You don’t exactly make it easy for me.”

“Not my fault. This job-”

“I know, I know. Hold still, okay? Your bones are about to reset.”

Hero opened their mouth to say something about how they clearly weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. But all that came out was a low moan as their fractures melded together with a click, sending a harsh shiver over them. Their vision went blurry again for a moment, darkness threatening to take over.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Medic’s voice grounded them, brought them back. Hero had always though they had the most soothing voice Hero had ever head. “Stay with me now. It’s over. You’re going to be just fine.”

“I hate it when you do that,” Hero mumbled. But Medic was right. Hero felt a thousand times better. The agony had melted away, leaving them feeling somehow lighter, like the pressure boring them into the concrete could be manageable.

“Me too,” Medic admitted. “When we first started at the agency, I didn’t think it was possible for you to break a bone.”

“We’ve learned a lot since then.”

“That’s an understatement.”

Hero let out a little laugh, and Medic smiled. They removed their hands from Hero’s chest, and the glow stopped. 

“It shouldn’t be much longer. The arsonist hasn’t been identified, but there are only a few people still in the block.”

Hero snorted. “We don’t need to identify the arsonist.”

“Villain hasn’t been seen in the area,” Medic amended with an eye roll. “So no reason to think there’s further danger.” 

“Well, good.” A part of Hero wished Villain was so they could punch the crap out of them as revenge for this terrible night. 

They took their earpiece out and wiped it on their hem of their shirt before fitting it carefully into Hero’s ear. “I’m giving you my earpiece so they can let you know when to drop it. Obviously you can’t tap it to call them, but it should be fine.” They took off their smoke mask next. 

“Hey, don’t-” Hero started to protest. 

“Shut up. I’m the doctor here, and I don’t want you to wreck your lungs. Honestly, I can’t believe no one gave you one of these before. I’ll get another at camp.” They placed it around Hero’s head, making sure it was secured correctly. 

“Fine. Thank you, I guess.” They had to admit it immediately improved their breathing. 

“No more broken bones? All good?”

“All good,” Hero confirmed.

“Then I’ll see you back at headquarters when this is all over.” Medic shot them a final smile before turning around. 

They’d only made it a few meters before a piece of rubble fell from several stories up and struck them on the temple, sending them to the ground in a single sickening blow.

part III

The night air was choked with smoke as Medic rushed back to base camp yet again. They ran alongside a stretcher two members of their team carried, careful not to trip over debris, keeping their hand firmly set on their latest patient’s chest. Power pulsed through their glowing fingers and into the patient’s skin. It flooded the burned body with a soft white light, stitching their internal and external wounds back together in only minutes. 

Medic tapped their earpiece. “Come in, camp. Group B patient incoming. Repeat, Group B to monitor.”

The operator’s voice crackled on the other side. “Heard. Medic, we need you in Group A as soon as you’re in. We have four in bad condition and more on the way.”

“Any casualties yet?” “Not if you can help it, boss.”

Medic let out a shaky laugh. “Guess I’d better hurry.”

“I’m just saying not to let any bricks fall on you on the way over.”

“Copy. Alright, camp is in sight, I’m hanging up.”

They tapped again, and the device buzzed off. Now they could hear all the shouting and groaning and screaming of the triage center. Their team ran around dozens of prone bodies in three different groups. Some lay on makeshift beds, while others had no choice but to lie on the concrete. In this old, mostly unpopulated part of the city, there were no parks, no hotels, and most importantly, no hospitals. So Medic and their team had been forced to set up triage in a square just a few blocks away from the collapsing apartment complex. 

Meanwhile, Hero had spent the last three hours literally holding up the entire complex by themself with their enhanced strength and durability. Medic hadn’t managed to check on them, and it made them nervous to leave them there. They’d been working together for years now, and while Hero was incredible, they weren’t all-powerful. Something in their body would eventually have to give way to the force of the building. 

After they were sure their patient had no more life-threatening injuries, Medic broke from their team to go to Group A. Only the very worst cases were brought there, and it had far too many people for Medic’s liking. 

Someone pointed them to the four new patients, and Medic immediately got to work, determining the two in the most critical states and using both hands to heal them at the same time. In thirty seconds, they switched to the other two, and continued cycling until they were sure none of the four would be dying anytime soon. 

They were about to move on to another patient when their earpiece crackled to life. 

“Medic, come in, Medic.” This time the operator’s voice sounded frazzled, near-frantic.

“Here.”

“Hero’s ankle is broken, and their spine might be starting to fracture. They need you now.” 

“Shit,” they breathed. “Tell them I’m on my way.” They tapped their ear and began to sprint towards the burning building. 

part II

CW: smoking, cursing

Hero placed the filter of the cigarette in their mouth and brought a lighter to the tip. The small flame cast a soft glow over their face in the dimming twilight, the purple sky’s reflection rippling in the calm port waters before them. Once the tip began to smolder, they flicked the lighter closed and returned it to their pocket. Hero inhaled deeply, closing their eyes to savor the warmth that instantly flooded their chest. 

“For God’s sake, put that thing out,” Villain muttered, appearing at their side out of nowhere. “Fucking cancer stick.” 

Hero removed the cigarette with two fingers and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the chilly air between them. “I appreciate your concern.” 

“That shit’s going to be in my lungs too, you know. I’m not trying to get it with you.” 

“Not a bad nemesis bonding idea.” 

That had Villain let out a tiny scoff. “Let’s shelve it for next time.”  

“What’s this time, then?”

“There’s a new hit out,” they said bluntly. The words hit the air like hail, strange and cold and hard. “Just heard this morning.” 

Hero groaned, resting their forearms on the railing. The cigarette burned slowly between their fingers, releasing a thin but steady stream of gray. “Jesus, Vil, what a delivery. What’d I do this time?”

Villain was silent for a long moment. When they spoke, it was quiet, with a hesitant edge, as if they were afraid of how their nemesis would react. “It’s not on you.”

Hero turned to face them, eyes wide, but Villain’s head was down, gaze fixed on the grimy planks that made up the boardwalk. “Don’t tell me-”

“Guess Supervillain didn’t like my stunt at the centennial parade. I should’ve known it would put a target on my back.” 

“Fuck,” they breathed. “Vil, you have to get out of the city. It’s almost sunset, the gangs-”

“I can’t leave,” Villain bit out, their words clipped and harsh, “because you told Superhero that you would kill me yourself if I tried to escape the agency.” 

“I would obviously never do that, idiot, so go-”

“You think they wouldn’t find out? 

“Who gives a shit?” Hero exclaimed. “This is your life we’re talking about! Go! Now!”

Villain shrugged. “Running won’t save me anyway. Just thought I’d let you know. Less fucked up, maybe, this way. I don’t know.”

“No, Vil, this is not what you’re doing,” Hero said, aghast. “It can’t be. You’re not just going to lie down and get killed, I won’t let that happen. I have contacts, I can get you to a safe house-”

“You’ve done enough, Hero, really. I don’t want you to spend your life hovering over me.”

“I look after you because I want to, you’re my nemesis, that means something! You mean something to me!” Hero took Villain’s hand, squeezing it tight. “Look at me, Vil. Tell me you’ll save yourself.”

There was a long pause. Villain glanced up, their face horribly blank, eyes darker than Hero had ever seen them. “Give me the cigarette.”

Without thinking, Hero lifted it between them. Villain snatched it up, putting it to their lips and inhaling hard. A wordless shout raised in Hero’s throat, but Villain was already pulling away, breathing out a cloud of smoke, letting it rise over their head like the shadow of death. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Hero cried after them, their voice cracking. “It doesn’t have to end like this!”

Villain stopped, their back still turned. They dropped the cigarette, ground it beneath their heel. “Yes, it does. It was always going to.” 

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“Wait!” Villain grabbed Hero’s hand as they started to walk away Hero stopped, but didn’t turn, a final moment of grace. “Don’t go, Hero, I-I can’t let you go. Please, I’d do anything for you, I’d kill for you, I’d die for you-”

“Stop!” Hero barely dodged as a knife flew right past their head, swiftly rolling to the side and coming up running. They deflected a second one with their own dagger as they tried to reach cover. The assault just wasn’t stopping, their nemesis sending blade after blade towards them with deadly aim. They knew they couldn’t stay on the defensive forever. “Please, Villain, I don’t want to hurt you!”

Hero knelt in front of the throne, hands balled tightly in their lap. Blood ran in slow rivulets down the side of their face, leaking from a deep cut on their hairline that had left them shaky and lightheaded. It didn’t help that the heel of their ruler’s palm was pressing hard into the wound, forcing their head even further into prostration. 

“Hero.” Supervillain said the name lightly, but they still flinched at the sound.

“Y-yes, my lord?” They managed to say past the rasp in their bruised throat.

The fingertips that had been resting on top of their head suddenly dug into their scalp like claws, sending five sharp bursts of pain radiating through their skull. Hero bit back a cry, tears forming at the corners of their eyes. “Do not fail me again,” the ruler ordered.

“I won’t, m-my lord,” Hero gasped. “I swear it.” 

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“I can’t believe it’s been a year,” Hero said, looking out at the skyline as the first rays of the sun began to shine out, coloring the clouds in waves of pastel. 

“I can’t believe you dragged me onto the roof at five in the morning,” Villain grumbled in response. They yawned performatively for the dozenth time, snuggling deep into the blanket the two of them were sharing. 

Hero rolled their eyes, patting their nemesis’ leg in mock consolation. “I’m sorry that I subjected you to my dastardly plan of… starting our anniversary with a gorgeous view of our beloved city.” 

“I mean, it’s downright villainous. You’re really taking a page out of my book with this one.”

“Exactly. I even read your diary.”

Villain’s form went rigid as they turned to look at Hero, horrified. “You-what? I hid—oh. You’re kidding.” They slumped back to their original position as Hero laughed.

“You’re so gullible,” Hero chided. “It’s like you’re actually a big softie and not a cool criminal mastermind or something.” 

At this, Villain let out a loud hmph, but remained cuddled against nemesis’ shoulder, their fingers intertwined with Hero’s. Hero sighed softly, watching as shades of yellow, orange, and pink slowly dyed the sky, driving back the dark blue of the night. A few stars still twinkled overhead, creating faint constellations that Hero had seen hundreds of times across years of patrols and missions. Not so long ago, it would have been ridiculous to imagine that they’d be here now, comfortably sitting above an apartment they shared with their greatest enemy. 

“Do you remember when we first met?” Hero asked. 

Villain snorted. “How could I not? We just about put each other in the hospital. I swear my rib still aches from those horrible boots you had.”

“I really miss those boots,” they said wistfully. “You would always listen to me if I had them on.” 

“Yeah, because they had spikes and you put knives in them once-”

“Yes, okay, that’s not the point. Do you remember how I told you I-”

“Would never understand me, or like me, or think of me as anything but a disease to stamp out and eradicate for good?” Villain finished. “Yeah, I do.”

Hero winced. “Well, it sounds bad when you say it like that.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve definitely said a lot worse over the years.” 

“Anyway. I just wanted to tell you that I don’t think that way anymore.”

Villain raised their eyebrows. “Oh, really? And here I thought you just moved in with me was because rent is expensive.”

“I mean, that was a factor.” Hero grinned down at them. “But it’s also because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

“I appreciate the clarification. For the record, I think you’re pretty okay too.”

Hero chuckled, the light sound earning an uncharacteristically sentimental smile from Villain. “Thanks, babe.”

“Anytime—except five o’clock,” Villain told them. “This is a one-time thing.”

“Fine, fine. Maybe next year can be a sunset.”

“Or an island vacation,” they suggested.”

“...sure.” 

“Hey, I’ve got the funds.”

“All legally procured, I assume.”

“Of course.” 

“Good.”

They lapsed into silence for a while, both staring out at the rising sun. The yellow-orange circle grew larger and larger, making the clouds glow and the sky beam with daylight. It didn’t feel like a beginning—Hero and Villain had already started. It was a continuation, an acknowledgement of how far they’d come and a reminder of everything hard and different and strange and wonderful that was to come. 

“This is nice,” Villain murmured. “I like it.”

“I’m glad.”

“I do love you, you know. As in, I am in love with you. Like I said a year ago. In case you forgot.” 

“I know,” Hero said, their smile gentle, their eyes reflecting the gleam of an all-encompassing star. “Happy anniversary.”

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Villain crept through the hideout, silently moving through room after room in the pitch-black. It was bigger than they’d expected—enormous, to be entirely accurate. And there were way more newspaper clippings and conspiracy boards than they thought Hero would have. The crimefighter wasn’t really a person who was interested in meticulous research and detective work. At least, Villain hadn’t really taken the big lug to be the type.

“I didn’t know Hero was this smart,” they remarked to themself as they studied some scribbled notes that had surprisingly accurate theories on Villain’s own tactics and weapons.

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Villain leaned back against the brick, nonchalantly checking their watch. Above them, the moon was full and bright, lighting the secluded city block in a blue glow. They looked to their right, casually humming, content, just waiting for a familiar silhouette to appear. 

“Villain,” a voice said to their left.

“Hero,” Villain responded, smiling before they turned. 

As they looked, Hero was already closing in, reaching for Villain’s chin.

Villain caught their wrist before they could, causing an immediate frown. “Wait.”

“I did not come here to talk,” Hero warned. Villain knew they were barely allowing themself to be held back.

“Wait,” they repeated anyway. “Let me at least look at you first.”

Hero exhaled, annoyed, but used their free hand to remove their hood and undo the clip keeping their cloak together. It fell to their feet, revealing neat, perfectly tailored clothes that heavily clashed with Villain’s rugged streetwear.

The shadows had disappeared from their face, allowing moonlight to illuminate their elegant features. Next, they shook out their hair, letting it settle over their shoulders in glossy waves that Villain had always longed to run their fingers through. Finally, Hero returned to them with a glower, brows arched in silent reproach.

Villain spent a long moment drinking in the sight before them. Their gaze was so hot that Hero couldn’t help but let it warm them, feeling a rare flutter in their chest. Almost unconsciously, they lowered their arm, and Villain let go of their wrist, instead resting one hand lightly on Hero’s waist and slowly raising the other towards-

“Be very careful,” Hero whispered, “what you do next.”

“It’s all right,” Villain murmured back. “Have some faith in me, Hero. I know you.”

“You do not touch me above the waist. You do not touch my face. If you cannot follow my rules-”

“I will do anything you want me to, as long as you get to be mine in these moments,” Villain told them gently. “But if you let me in—if you admit you want more than a secret midnight kiss—then I will be all yours.”

Hero’s mouth was an unforgiving line, their eyes dark and hard as they removed Villain’s hand from their body. “I am not the one,” they said, quietly but with a harsh edge. “I will never be the one. I can never love you. Do not give me your heart, Villain. I will break it.”

“And I’ll let you, if you’d just show me yours, I don’t care what happens after-”

“I. Do not. Have one,” Hero snapped. “Do not go starry-eyed on me. Do not expect anything more than what you see. All I am is a shell with a pretty face who happens to enjoy using you for the night. I could walk away right now and never think about you again.” 

“So why don’t you?” There was a new coolness to Villain’s tone, a challenge that Hero didn’t like one bit. “Leave, then.”

Hero set their jaw, pushing their emotions far, far down, getting rid of any possibility that they could care about what was happening. They looked Villain as they did it, as if to prove to themself that everything they had said was true. “Fine. I hope—I hope you find someone better to love.”

At this, something in Villain’s eyes seemed to break. Hero turned away, but Villain caught their shaking hand, feeling so warm and real, calling their name like they were something impossible to live without: “Hero.”

“Villain,” they responded, so softly it was almost inaudible. 

Villain’s hand found Hero’s chin, and Hero grasped the front of their shirt like a lifeline, pulling them forward until their lips met and Hero’s eyes closed. The kiss felt desperate, as if they were fighting for their soul, trying to keep afloat as Villain’s body on theirs threatened to pull them under.

They tried to control their breathing, to stop the ripple of heat that was spreading over their skin, to stay in reality, but it was impossible when Villain’s fingers were suddenly buried in their hair, somehow drawing them closer, deeper, until all they heard was Villain’s heartbeat, all they smelled was Villain’s too-familiar scent, all they tasted was Villain’s mouth, their tongue, their smile, and all they felt was Villain,

Villain,

Villain. 

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“You shouldn’t be here,” Hero hissed in a low voice, backing up and quickly checking for others in the dim corridor as Villain approached. 

“What, you don’t want to see me?” They teased, casually placing their hands on the wall on either side of Hero’s head. 

“Shut up, I’m serious. This is-”

“The very polite, incredibly tedious, law-abiding, anti-crime gala, I know.” Villain shook their head in mock disgust. “I know you usually do the rescuing, but I thought I could step in this time and save you from the boredom.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “Yes, it’s for crimefighters, so there’s several dozen of them in that ballroom down the hall, and one of them could come out and see us any minute.”

“And if that happens, I have an excellent idea for how we could… blend in,” they said with a pointed glance at Hero’s lips.

Hero flushed, looking away as Villain’s eyes glinted in victory. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Surely it’s because of my endless charm and devilish good looks?” 

“You think you’re so incredible,” they said, ignoring the way their heart rate increased as Villain leaned even closer. 

“Oh, I know I am, darling.” Hero could hear the grin in their voice. 

“I can’t wait for the day that someone finally puts you in your place.”

“You’re welcome to try anytime,” Villain told them slyly. “You know I adore it when you boss me around.”

Hero chanced a moment of eye contact again and immediately broke it at the sight of Villain’s dark, intense gaze. “Christ. Don’t look at me like that.” 

Villain tilted their head innocently. “Like what?” 

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?”

“Like you want to eat me, or something.”

Villain chuckled, and the sound sent shivers down Hero’s spine. “Yes, very good, dear. But I want to do so much more than that. I want to devour you.”

“You say things like that-” Hero began, but faltered when Villain’s hand came to hover over their cheek, fingernails tracing lightly over their skin. 

“You don’t think I mean it.” They finished the thought for them. “I see. I thought I had been obvious enough, but…” with a gentle touch, they shifted Hero’s face back up, letting them see the sharp, sincere desire in Villain’s expression. “I want you, Hero. I have since we met. It’s because you’re gorgeous, and funny, and smart, and the way you light up when you want to kill me really just—what is it, darling?”

Hero had gone still, a fire burning in the pit of their stomach, their eyes almost ablaze with its brightness. “Take me out of here.”

Villain raised an eyebrow, taken aback. “What?”

“Take me out of here, before I lose my composure,” they warned.

“But I do want to see that-”

“Villain.”

“Won’t you at least say you like me too?”

“Now.”

Villain let out a laugh of surprised delight, taking Hero’s hand and leading them down the hall as fast as they could. “God, I love it when you do that.” 

“Villain?” Hero called, cautiously entering the familiar alleyway. “I need to talk to you.”

Only silence greeted them, the city still at this time of night. The only light came from a flickering street lamp a few meters away. Tears sprung to Hero’s eyes unbidden, a thousand emotions battling in their mind.

“Please,” they said, voice breaking. 

Suddenly, a hand around their neck forced them sideways, their head striking the wall with a thud. Hero cried out, momentarily blinded by the shock of the impact. The pressure on their throat was just intense enough to be painful, sharp fingernails digging into their skin.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now,” Villain snarled into their ear. 

“I-I’m sorry,” Hero gasped. “Please, I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know-“

“Of course you knew, how could you not? You’ve spent nearly your whole life with them.” Villain’s voice was full of disgust. “Besides, it was obvious when I interrupted your little party that you were happy to serve them.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Hero pleaded, their voice getting higher as Villain’s grip tightened. “I only just found out, S-Superhero almost killed me, I had to-to pretend when you-“

“Supervillain, you mean.”

“Y-yes, God, I can’t-“

“How could you possibly not have seen it?” Villain demanded. “The greatest threat to the city and its most illustrious savior, the same person all along. There had to have been signs.”

“They raised me to be a hero, Vil!” They could feel their nemesis tense at the nickname, still refusing to face Hero. “They were the only parent I ever knew, of course I was b-blind to it. I opened the door, and there…” They swallowed hard, a tear running down to their jaw. “There was Supervillain, taking off the m-mask, and they had that knife…”

“I have scars from that knife,” Villain said distantly, as if their mind was far away.

“So do I.” Hero waited for Villain to respond, but they were as silent as the night, their hand still locked around Hero’s throat. “Look at me, Vil. Please.”

Slowly, Villain’s head tilted back, their face mostly covered in shadow. It took a moment for their eyes to find Hero’s, slightly wild and utterly lost. Instinctively, they reached up and wiped away the tear track from their nemesis’ cheek. 

“You really didn’t know?” They whispered.

“i didn’t know.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t… there’s nowhere for me to go.”

“You can come with me.” Villain’s voice was growing more certain. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Okay,” Hero said, a little breathlessly. “Okay, yes, I’ll go with you. Just-please, my-“

“Oh, God.” Villain released their grip, quickly stepping back. Hero took in a deep breath, massaging their tender neck. “Hero, I’m so sorry-“

They were cut off as Hero threw themself into Villain, burying their face in their nemesis’ chest like they would with a lover. It only took a second for Villain to wrap their arms around Hero in a tight hug, holding them as they sobbed. 

“It’s okay,” they murmured into Hero’s hair. “I swear, it’s all going to be okay. I’m sorry, Hero. I’m so sorry.”

“Y-you don’t want to do this,” Hero said shakily, backing up until their back hit the wall.