female reader + violent men trauma × simon riley who's too in love to be angry
Simon wasn't one to submit to anyone, but you knew that you were the only exception. He was aware that you struggled with fear over authority figures or men in general who looked massive like him. Simon had big shoulders, hands, thighs, and biceps; he had all the built muscles from his military training, and you couldn't deny that, even though it made him attractive, it also showed how he could easily overpower you.
After you became a couple, the initial fear you felt when meeting him disappeared because you learned that he would never dare to hurt you in any way. If he did, this would have caused him unbearable guilt and pain. You knew this, that is why you took special care of him. But, of course, Simon was not as soft with other people. Or with anyone else at all. In the eyes of everyone else, he was a huge body mass of raw violence and bad temper. When he was on base, the recruits he trained were always on edge around him, knowing that at any point he could lose it if anyone dared make a mistake or pretend to be working. That was the worst sin of all: faking productivity in front of a man who had the eyes of an eagle. He knew what they were all up to, and he didn’t let it slide.
Soon enough his authoritative, raspy voice would be heard with all its strength indoors. Everyone jumped in their seats as soon as that common, "Keep moving lads, you've got a hundred more laps to do thanks to your friend here!" hit them, though it was not intended for them. But that was at his job. At home, Simon was different.
He would get home and immediately remove his mask, boots, and gear. As soon as he stepped into that threshold and saw you lying on the sofa, he would get closer, lie on top of you, and nuzzle his face in your neck.
"Hey, luvie."
You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Was it good today?"
Simon grunted.
"Neva' a good day training recruits."
"Oh, baby... I'm sorry," you said, as you caressed his hair.
He wouldn't admit it but he loved when you called him nicknames.
"Nothing to be sorry for, luv." Simon sighed when your nails scratched his scalp.
You realized that he didn't understand you were saying sorry for something else entirely different. The truth was he got home and you didn't have anything ready for him because you fell asleep earlier. You always prepared his meals because he would never cook for himself. Simon always said that his cooking was shit, and yours was amazing, which was true based on the one and only burnt meal he cooked for you earlier in your dating days. You knew that if it weren't for you, he would skip his meals as he used to do when you weren't around. But that is not something you could allow anymore.
Taking his face in your hands, you made him look up at you.
Simon frowned, moody. "What?" His accent sounded thicker than ever when he whispered.
"I don't have food ready for us. I fell asleep watching TV, and it started raining, so you know how I get sleepy when it's rainy outside..." Si didn’t let you finish.
"Doesn't matta,'" he said, putting his face back into your neck.
"But..."
"It's alright, luvie. Let's just order some food."
You felt your cheeks blush at his calm attitude. You loved that about Simon, he would yell, and reprimand anyone outside of your home, but you? You were not one of the people on his list. He could never raise his voice at you, never mistreat you. How? You were a sweet little thing that deserved nothing more than thoughtful and gentle care.
"You never get mad at me. You should sometimes, you know? I also make mistakes," you said, completely overcome by guilt.
"No, you don't," he argued, voice muffled against your neck. His hands traveled upward to your waist, where he squeezed you lovingly. "And even if you did something, I wouldn't get mad. It's not good for you."
Your heart squeezed at his words. Simon was so aware of your fear of men and violence that he knew better than to be the cause of your distress. He would rather cut his throat first than ever shout at you in an angry fit and watch you flinch, as he had seen happen in the past with strangers in the street. Even though the shouting was not directed at you, he had seen your shoulders hunch like you wanted to hide inside of yourself and disappear.
No, he would never make you feel that way. You were too precious for him, too soft.
"If I ever shout at you, shoot me with the gun hidden in the cabinet."
"I wouldn't."
Simon snorted as he changed positions and lied on his back, putting you on top of him and wrapping you in his arms.
"I'll do it myself, then."
You punched him in the shoulder at his stubbornness.
"Stop that nonsense. There will be no shooting at anyone."
Si grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips to kiss every nuckle. His eyes connected with yours in a way that made your heart skip.
"Anybody hurts you, and I'll take care of it. That includes me. But no worries, luvie. I wouldn't let such a pretty girl like you go away."
And you knew he meant it by the way his hands gripped your hips with enough strength that you couldn't move, but enough softness that it wouldn't bruise. You also knew there wasn't any other way that you wanted this to be, you were perfect for each other, and both of you knew it.
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this is my first time ever writing fanfiction (or attempting it), english isn't my first language and I just have an immense crush on ghost, so I hope you enjoy!
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Could you do some scenes with Jason and toddler batsib reader?
I love this! Now I finally have an excuse to include Fatson Todd into my fics lol
Pairing: Big Bro! Jason Todd x gn! batsib reader (Platonic obviously)
ᯓ★ When Jason decides to stumble back to the manor for some supplies and finds a very tired, but very happy Bruce with yet another child he's adopted, he's not surprised. I mean, at this point how many does he have? 50? 100? Whatever, he can ignore it
ᯓ★ Except this time it's a toddler, which is new for the whole family. Either way, he's not interested in getting attached to anyone again, so he decides to crash here for now and hope to avoid batsib!
ᯓ★ What if you're scared of him? A lot of people are, and why would a toddler be any different...except there's nothing about his presence that seems to bother you. If anything, you seem excited to see him
ᯓ★ One day, you toddle in while he's reading his favorite, Pride and Prejudice on the couch, hoping to ignore any family drama. Suddenly, you're tugging at the pages and corners. Jason wants to be angry, but you're a tiny kid! It's not like you know any better, even when you try to tug at the white in his hair
ᯓ★ So he tries a new strategy, reading it aloud instead and finds it works. You're listening with wide eyes, hanging on every word of old English societal problems. "Huh, you have more taste than this whole family," he mumbles, thinking he still doesn't care
ᯓ★ Nope! Definitely not attached, even when he stays an extra week and Bruce finds him reading to you more, sitting next to him in the library. All he's doing is ensuring you grow up to have good literary skill, and it has nothing to do with how you say, "'Ason! J...'ason!" when he walks into the room
ᯓ★ Okay, yeah, he's definitely feeling like an overprotective older brother now for sure. Last week he thought someone broke into the manor and he had you in one arm, weapon ready in the other to protect at any costs.
ᯓ★ "What is that thing?" he asks Dick one day, finding you holding a round plush the oddly resembles a very round Red Hood. Dick smirks, "Baby bat here loves the thing! Reminds them of you. We call it Fatson Todd!"
ᯓ★ Jason is nearly ready to murder him on the spot, but doesn't want to scare you and simply picks you up, going on about his older brother's bird-brain as he takes you back to the library. Despite his distaste to the weird round version of him, he can't help but soften at the idea he made you feel safe when all he knew how to do was scare others
ᯓ★ Jason, who now has more reason than ever to protect the streets. To make a change, and to make sure nothing bad can ever happen to you like it did to him. The world would be better, and he would be sure of it
A/n: Today I'm bringing a cute scenario for our anger issues boy haganezuka❤️ I would cooked mitarashi dango for him all day if he want🤭
I hope you like☺️
Tw: A bit suggestively if you squint
"There, here are your onigiris." You handed the plate to the young Slayer
"Thank you, Mrs. Y/n." Tanjiro thanked you with a smile before starting to eat
"Are you feeling better?" You sat down on the bed next to his
"Yes, I don't feel as much pain as before and I already have more energy."
"Have you been taking your medicine?"
"Always."
"I'm glad to hear, the important thing is that you're feeling better." You sighed and he looked at you as he took another bite of onigiri
"And what about you, Mrs Y/n? You look tired, don't you think you should take a moment to rest?" He noticed but you shook your head, composing yourself
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
But he was right, you were already missing a good night's sleep. Working at the Wisteria house wasn't exactly an easy task. You had to check on the health of the sick, prepare and distribute food, wash clothes, hang them out, fold them. Sometimes you had to leave tasks halfway through when Shinobu needed your help. And it was tiring. But you liked what you did and so sometimes you didn't even realize you were tired, until someone told you that you needed to take a break.
"These onigiris are very good." The boy commented and you smiled
"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you liked them."
"Kanamori-san hasn't arrived yet?" He asked and you tilted your head to the side, frowning
"He was supposed to come here today?"
"Yes, it's just that I broke my sword and he, along with Haganezuka-san, were supposed to come to visit me." He explained and you changed your expression, widening your eyes in surprise
Hotaru Haganezuka, how you missed him...
You still remembered the letters he had sent you two days ago, saying how much he missed you and would like to see you. He also wrote about all the swords he forged and about the love he had for each one of them, and for you too.
You used to giggle when you read them, deep down he even had a hint of cuteness and kindness that was mostly hidden by his hot head that was like a hard shell. However, the day he met you, that hard shell softened, although he was still reluctant and didn't want to admit his feelings openly to anyone. He could be quite shy and you saw that when you confronted him the first time.
His face burned with embarrassment beneath the mask and his hands trembled. He was grateful he was wearing his mask, thus hiding his embarrassed face from you. However, you slowly removed it and he looked at you and you at him, staying like that for a short moment until you smiled at him, after finding a cute and handsome face behind that mask. He looked away, but you held his face and kissed his cheek, making him shiver.
Poor swordsmith, he wasn't used to so much affection.
He never thought he would find someone who would give him that care, since everyone said he had a rough personality and that no one would like him. It seems that life proved him wrong. He felt welcomed and loved, a feeling he wanted to experience again, and that was when he started wanting to leave the village more often to visit the Wisteria house secretly to see you or sometimes just to take a peek without you noticing. He only felt at ease when he saw with his own eyes that you were fine and out of danger. He always showed his love through actions; he rarely used words, since he was very shy.
The two of you always made the most of every moment you had together, since sometimes it was hard to have quality time because of your both responsibilities. Even so, you wrote letters to each other so you could communicate. Yes, he kept all the letters you sent, keeping them hidden from anyone.
You were happy to know that he was coming to visit you once again. Well, actually it was to stab Tanjiro with his sharp knives for breaking his sword again, but yes, he was also happy to know that he was going to see his beloved.
"Miss Y/n?" He called out to you, seeing that you seemed distant. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yes, yes! It is." You nodded."I just need to go take care of some things now. Take care of yourself and make sure you're okay." You patted the boy's head and he nodded
"Yes, you can rest assured."
You then left and went to the kitchen to prepare more food for the patients who were still under care.
~~~
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR DAMN SWORD DURING MISSIONS?!!!"Haganezuka screamed as he grabbing Tanjiro's neck and shaking his body
"Haganezuka-san...my injuries."The boy groaned in pain
"Screw your injuries, what mattered was my sword and you broke it." He scolded, his voice carrying anger at the event
"Haganezuka, calm down, you'll kill him if you keep grabbing his neck like that."
Kanamori stepped between the two to separate the blacksmith from the Slayer
"I'll kill you, you hear?" Haganezuka pointed at the boy who flinched
"Haganezuka, that's enough! Besides, we came here to give him the new sword."
"For what? So he can break it again?!"
Kanamori sighed and picked up the new, sheathed sword, handing it to Tanjiro.
"Here you go, your new sword. Haganezuka forged it even though he was angry at you for breaking the old one."
"I'm really sorry, I ended up getting careless during the battle but thank you for making a new one. I'll be more careful this time." Tanjiro scratched the back of his neck with a smile but Haganezuka crossed his arms
"You're nothing but a liar, always saying the same thing only to end up breaking it again." He muttered. "Anyway, stay there. I have something to do." He said before walking towards the door, leaving Kanamori and Tanjiro intrigued.
"Where are you going?" The other swordsmith asked
"None of your business." Haganezuka left and slammed the door
"What the hell is wrong with him?"
"Haganezuka-san seemed strange." Tanjiro frowned in confusion
~~~
You were in the kitchen, distracted while preparing mitarashi dango. Something that reminded you of Haganezuka since he was only in a good mood when he ate it. You had been busy for a while making the balls and putting them on the thin wood sticks and repeating the process. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind, making you jump and scream.
"What the--" You looked back and saw the masked man you knew well and sighed in relief. "Damn! Haganezuka, you caught me now." You put your hand to your chest with a giggle
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, and glad to see you too." You smiled, composing yourself
"Is that what I see?" He pointed to the plates with dango and you looked at the plates and then at him, nodding
"Yes, your favorite. I was preparing it for the slayers who are here due to injuries from missions and training."
"And for me? Didn't you remember me?" He crossed his arms and you could see a jealous pout under his mask and smiled
"Of course, my dear." You picked up a plate where you had put his and he removed his mask, revealing the beautiful face underneath that you loved to see. "Here for you!"
He placed the mask aside and received the plate, starting to eat the dangos you had made. He immediately felt his heart soften at the sweetness of the treat you had made. And you could see it in his eyes that seemed to shine now.
"Are they good?" You asked
"Delicious." He said, licking his fingers dirty with the sweet soy sauce
You were happy to see that he had liked it. Besides, he was picky when it comes to mitarashi dango and not everyone knew how to prepare it the way he liked. When he finished, he put the plate aside and you approached him with a napkin, cleaning the corner of his mouth that looked dirty and he looked at you.
"You had some sauce here." You put the napkin in the trash and smiled at him. "I think I deserve a reward for the treat, don't you think?" You suggested and he looked you up and down
He looked back and to the sides to see if you two were alone and when he was sure, he pressed you against the kitchen counter and kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, finally having the kiss you had been longing for weeks.
How good it was to see and have him again. He could say the same but he preferred to use his actions to show his lovefor you once again.
It was a breathless kiss, just like he always did. You moved your hands to hold his shoulders, leaning your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath after the kiss, but he didn't give you much time, claiming your lips again.
"Haganezuka..." You grinned against his lips.
"I missed you." He confessed and you felt your knees weaken
Haganezuka confessing what he felt? That was something unusual... At least when there were other people around. He had an easier time doing it when you two were alone in a corner where no one could bother you.
But it turns out that you were at a place where Aoi or the girls could come in at any moment and as much as you wanted to hold back, the sweet taste of his lips were letting you get carried away by his making out.
He picked you up and sat you on the counter and lowered his lips to your neck while you held onto his long strands of hair.
"Baby, someone might come in." You warned but he seemed too oblivious to your voice now
His hands slid down your thighs, pushing your skirt up and sliding them under to reach your panties, but you held onto his hands, making him look at you.
"We can't do this here, and you know that too, right?" You said and he sighed, taking his hands away from you with a with a downcast look
You got off the counter and raised your arms to reach his face, since he was taller. You turned his face to you and looked him in the eyes. He melted every time you looked at him with those beautiful doe eyes.
"I'm not denying you, okay? It's just the place. If you want, you can meet me tonight. I'll leave at midnight and go home." You suggested and he thought about it for a moment before nodding slightly
"Okay... midnight, right? Sure."
"But be careful when you come here because of the demo---" You were about to finish your sentence when he gave you a kiss that silenced you
You were trying but he was only making things more difficult. He was very stubborn. His strong hands pulled your waist against him while one of your hands went to his face.
"I need to do this... I need to... have you."He whispered between the kiss and you gasped against his lips
You were trying to hold yourself back but it was his damn touch, that voracity that was destroying you and your self-control.
"You made me miss you and now I can't forge a sword properly because my mind is too busy thinking about you." He said as his hands tightened on your waist and probably leaving marks under the fabric of your uniform. "Fuck, you have an effect on me."
You couldn't tell if it was the longing or the dango but he was too talkative. Maybe it was both of them or maybe it was just you. After meeting you, he realized that life is not just about forging swords, there is something much more than that.
You held onto the collar of his kimono, delighting in his lips once more.
"Oh, so you were---" Kanamori said, entering the kitchen and, seconds later, realizing what was in front of him
The two of you quickly stopped and looked at him, just as surprised as he was.
"Here." The swordsmith muttered the rest of the sentence
"What are you looking at, idiot? Are you going to stand there for the rest of the day?" Haganezuka grumbled
"I was just looking for you to go back, but it seems you were very busy."Kanamori scratched the back of his neck and you looked away, feeling your face flush with embarrassment
"I'm sorry, Kanamori-san. It was my fault." You muttered
"No, it's fine. I'm just surprised. Are you two dating?" He pointed and Haganezuka narrowed his eyes at him
"Mind your own business."
"Yes, we are." You confessed and he glanced at you
"Well, I'm glad about that since I didn't think Haganezuka had someone."
"What if I have? Is there a problem with that?"
"Not really, do whatever you want."
Haganezuka gave you one last look and you understood what he meant by the gesture. He was leaving but he would be back as he had agreed before.
He grabbed your hand and gave it a discreet squeeze before leaving with the other swordsmith. You smiled and adjusted your skirt and hair before returning to work.
The two men were now heading back to the village. Kanamori looked at his friend, unable to contain his comment after what he had seen before.
"So after all, you always have an affair with a beautiful young woman from the Wisteria house. For someone who wouldn't give in to anyone..." Kanamori laughed and Haganezuka pulled his collar
"Not a single word about this, you hear me?"
"Okay, I'll keep this just between us."Kanamori raised his hands in resignation and the other released him
Haganezuka continued on his way, but now in a better mood, knowing that he would soon be coming to meet you.
🐰 William Afton Trying to Make You Forgive Him - Drabble
【 pro/com/dark ship & fic DNI】+ Notes: Apply any Afton version you can imagine. Oh God, I have so many drafts (unfinished) about this purple man and I'm so confused about which one to post first. aughhh
Credit art: waackery
You’ve been ignoring him for days. Whatever he did (or didn’t do), you made it very clear you weren’t in the mood to talk. William, at first, tried to brush it off with his usual arrogance— "Oh, so we're givin' the silent treatment now? Cute."—but now? It’s driving him insane.
So here you are, lying on your bed, scrolling through whatever you can just to avoid thinking about him. And then—
There’s a faint shuffling noise.
You ignore it.
Then… a soft, almost suspiciously playful voice pipes up from the other side of your bed.
“…Hey, bun. You still mad?”
You freeze. That wasn’t William’s usual voice. It was… higher-pitched. Unnaturally chipper. And then, very slowly—
A pair of big, floppy yellow ears peek over the edge of your bed. Followed by—
Springbonnie. Or, well— a stuffed plush version. Held up directly in front of William’s face.
His hands carefully wiggle the plush like a damn puppet.
"Ah, love, don’t be mad! Y'know Willy didn’t mean it—he’s just got a big ol’ dumb brain!"
You stare.
William is literally hiding behind a Springbonnie plush, slowly inching closer, his fingers gripping its little arms like a ridiculous sock puppet.
If you don’t react, he escalates.
The plush suddenly moves to pat your arm.
"C'mon, sugar—won’tcha smile for me? Just a li’l one?"
And then, because he’s an absolute menace—he starts bouncing the plush closer.
Boop. Right against your forehead.
"Boop! Boop! Forgive Willy, pretty please?"
You break.
The smallest, tiniest laugh escapes you, and immediately—the plush drops. William pounces on that reaction like a starved man.
"A-ha! There it is—knew you couldn’t stay mad forever, love."
And before you can deny it, he’s already climbing onto the bed beside you, smug as hell.
"Y'know, if you ignored me any longer, I was this close to pullin’ out the full Springlock suit. You wouldn't stand a chance, sweetheart."
Warning(s): Mentions of sex, that's all SpongeBob cheesy smile it's just fluff and aftercare
Okay I know I haven't posted anything in like a hot minute and I have requests collecting dust, life has been kicking my ass. So enjoy this cute post while I still plan on my return.
You let out a heavy exhale as the steam around you billows with the sudden influx of cool air into your face and body. Goosebumps appear everywhere as your sore body is pressed against the chest of your boyfriend, closing your eyes as your body shudders. The warmth radiating from his bare skin was more than welcome to your already overheating body.
Kaoru worked you out tonight. Real good. So good to the fact that you're limping when you walk, so good that your body is aching, so good that your legs feel like jelly. He even made sure to stretch them out afterwards in the bath. And it feels fantastic.
But right now, you're pressed against his big body as you lie your head on Kaoru's chest. The bath water feels nice, almost therapeutic, and the steam and steam pressure are soothing on your still-healing muscles. You let out a soft moan when you felt a finger gently tracing patterns onto your back before you slowly relax into him. Your mind wanders off for a few minutes.
After a couple of minutes of bliss, he speaks up, “Do you want a massage?” His voice rumbles through your body, making you shiver a little. You nod. Sure, the bath was relaxing but that didn't mean you weren't going to enjoy some more. You hum in response, closing your eyes again.
Your eyes shot open when he pushed you to the side as he stood up, exiting the bath as you watched Kaoru dry himself off with a fluffy towel. Your heart fluttered at the sight. The man could be sexy when he wanted to be, it was undeniable. You were shocked to see him suddenly leave the bathroom leaving you behind in the bathtub. You blinked, wondering if you were dreaming. Did he seriously leave you to bathe yourself after coddling you for only a few minutes? You huffed.
Kaoru came back a couple of minutes later with two thick, white fluffy towels. With one arm, he lifted you carefully steadying you as he dried you oozily before wrapping you tightly in the towels. It wasn't long until you were wrapped in his arms once again as Kaoru lifted you to carry you to your shared bedroom.
You couldn't help but ask about the bathroom. He simply told you that his men would handle cleaning it up.
He rested you down on the bed before getting comfortable in front of you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he pulled you closer, pressing gentle kisses on your lips. He whispered sweet nothings to you before finally pulling away with an unreadable expression plastered across his handsome features. Kaoru unwrapped the towel to now expose yourself in front of him once more, your skin glistening under the candlelight.
Now, but all means Kaoru is no expert when it comes to giving massages. He knows how to give a shoulder rub and he knows basic massage techniques. But the way his fingertips run along your sensitive spots makes you gasp and arch your back involuntarily, letting in a sharp exhale. You bite your lower lip, feeling heat spread across your chest and lower abdomen. Oh gods, you're melting. His fingers are rough and calloused, probably due to years of working hard on his fighting technique. It seems natural as he massages every single spot he can reach, leaving you breathless, weak, and helpless as he moves lower and around your body.
What felt like an eternity, but was really less than ten minutes, passed before Kaoru pulled away from your skin, his eyes trained firmly on yours while he spoke softly to you. “We’re done, my love."
He helped you into your pajamas and dried off your hair, combing it out with gentle brushes before helping you settle in next to him. His large hand gently held you to keep you close, nipping gentle kisses on his cheek and lips. You sighed in contentment, snuggling closer to his side with a smile.
Hanayama Kaoru may not be a man of words. However, he always had his own kind of language. One that only you, the person he loves most in this world, could decipher. A language that said so much more than simple words could ever convey. And right now, he simply wants to spend the rest of the night holding his dear girlfriend to him. Because he wants her by his side, always. Just like she wants him by hers. Forever.
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Hero with a cloning ability + Villain who snatches one of their copies
It’s surprisingly easy. Hero uses their ability a lot, so they can’t keep track of every clone. As Villain flees the scene, they notice one of the copies who strayed too far from the original.
What else could they do except grab them on their way out? It’s like a souvenir.
Clone!Hero wasn’t perfectly human. They were much weaker than the original, and they weren’t as smart. In fact, the clone didn’t seem to have much autonomy. They kind of just puttered around the lair and awaited their creator to give them an instruction.
Since Hero wasn’t around, Villain took it upon themself to deal with the clone.
The question was, what exactly do they do with them?
Good End (Fluff): Villain keeps them as a companion.
Clone!Hero may not have Hero’s strength, smarts or will, but they keep their original’s kindness. They help clean the lair, sew ripped clothes, cook dinner, etc.
Villain was a little startled to say the least, but they felt oddly warm inside.
Henchman also seemed fond of them, so it was quickly decided to add the clone to the team.
Clone was sweet, and as much as Villain hated to admit it, they were rubbing off on them.
The clone becomes a valued and beloved member of the team.
Neutral End: Villain keeps them as a “pet”.
Villain has always had a strange fixation with Hero, and that was obvious the more Villain spent with the clone.
They do not hurt Clone!Hero, but their behavior towards them is strange. Villain stares at them like they want to dissect them and learn how they tick. They’re touchy too, grabbing the clone’s face and turning them this way and that.
On some days, Villain will try to push a bit farther. They hesitantly bring their lips to the clone’s. Of course, the clone leans into it like the fool they were.
Villain will not be returning them to the original owner.
Bad End (Whump): Villain keeps them as a prisoner.
Villain was sure that the clone must know something that could be helpful, and they were determined to find out what it was.
It took a while for them to figure out that the clone was truly just a shell of the real Hero, but even then, Villain didn’t free them.
No, they could still make use of them. After all, they are still Hero in a way. Villain uses them as a means to vent their frustration.
Their obsession with Hero, their jealousy, their love, their hate…
