No Locked Doors - Part 1?

*For my sanity and because of my lack of braincells, Hero's pronouns are she/her and Villain's are he/him. Change as you like.*

She had locked the door when she left, Hero was sure of that. So, when the door handle turned without the key, her sense screamed at her to fight, to be ready.

She crept through the door, quietly tiptoeing into her home. She set her bag down on the ground, taking out her [weapon of choice.] She shut the door quietly with a click, cringing as the lock snapped shut. Whoever was here, it was better to be locked in with them than to let them escape. At least she hoped.

She bent her knees, lowering her center of gravity, praying it was enough to keep the creaky floorboards at bay. She stepped through her home, bracing herself against the wall separating her and her living room.

She listened closely; she'd check every room like this if she had to. She was tired, didn't want to deal with more fights. She just wanted to take a long, hot shower and wash away the day's grime. But she knew that rushing a possible home invasion would only add to that grime.

She waited, listen, keep her breath even and slow. She could hear her washing machine running in another room. She definitely didn't leave that running. She was days behind on laundry. Between saving the city and working her day job, there was hardly time to do little more than a load a day. She took one, deep breath and focused again. She could hear something soft. Someone breathing. They were shuddering breaths, like the person was stuck between being asleep and awake. Asleep. Someone was asleep in her home.

She took slow steps into her living room and curled up on her couch, clutching his arms close to his body, wearing tattered clothes and too many bandages was Villain.

Hero froze, staring. He was hurt.

Shit, Hero thought, unsure of how to act. She scanned his sleeping face. A shallow cut lined his jaw, which was covered in unshaved stubble, at least a couple of days worth. His eyebrows were scrunched, as if he was fighting for sleep. The state of her visitor was suddenly clear: he wasn't just hurt, he was beaten. Someone had taken him down hard, and now, sleeping on Hero's couch, he looked smaller than his six foot stature ever allowed. He looked scared, weak, and definitely not like the Villain that Hero knew.

She moved her eyes across the room. Sitting on her coffee table was her first aid kit, open and mostly empty, save for the scissors, needle, and some pain killers.

Hero sighed and relaxed. If Villain wanted a fight he would've started one. Right now, he was hurt, badly, and needed a place to go. Right now, his place wasn't safe, so he was here. And right now, Hero could take a shower without worrying about getting stabbed in the back.

She left a note for Villain just in case he woke up:

Yes, I know you're here. No, you don't have to leave. I'm just in the shower; I won't be long. I left a snack out if you're hungry.

Let's talk when I'm done.

- H.

Now, it was time for a shower.

It all feels the same

I loathe Heroine.

I loathed her ever since the first time I saw her. From the very first flashy, dumb grin she flashed at me.

I loathe the littered freckles on her cheeks and the red, long scar that went over her jawline. The dark circles under her eyes and her forever messy curly hair.

I loathe her stubbornness. How she shows up every day. How she manages to get up every time. How convinced she is that her actions truly matter. How she fights for each pathetic person, as if each and every soul was so precious to her.

I loathe the way she pretends. Pretends to be confident. Pretends to be in control. Even when she is hurt and anxious and so obviously tired. How she comforts every victim, when she can barely calm herself. How she smiles softly, even at me. As if I were that easy to fool.

I hate her for rescuing me.

She threw herself into the water. She pulled me up to the shore. She stayed until I sat steadily. Then she left. Not even giving a demand or a price or a reason.

I hate how she laughs at my jokes. As if we were friends. As if I actually make her smile.

I hate her most when it’s just the two of us. Hate how calm she gets. Hate how much she underestimates me. How calmer she gets.

And I was angry when I found her lying in the cold. Angry at her recklessness and bravery and passion, that forced her to never back down. Angry that I had to drag her out of there. That she used me for warmth. That she looked so comfortable.

I get angry when she doubts herself.

Because I know just how harder my life has been ever since she came to it. I know how kind she is in her greatest victories, I know how purposeful she is in her darkest hours, I know her better than everyone.

I was angry at her lover the moment I met her.

Angry at this feeble, laughable, fool who seemed to think she deserves Heroine. I got furious when she approached me. The idiot smiled and offered her hand.

I pushed it right away. I shoved her past me and wanted to walk away, to wait until she realizes just how useless she is to everyone. Wait until she leaves my and Heroine’s life.

But she dared to keep talking. Dared to say she understands me. Dared to say Heroine’s name.

I lashed out at her.

I yelled that she has no right to tell me about Heroine. That she’ll never know Heroine like I do. That she is just lonely and desperate enough for Heroine to pity. That she would never truly love her.

I was pulled to the ground, and saw Heroine above me.

I could barely recognize her face. There was so much loathe and hatred and anger in her stare. I never saw her like this, not when she fought the worst of villains, not in the most stressful situations and not when I was in danger.

She told me to stay away from her lover. That otherwise she will kill me. That she doesn’t want to see me ever again.

She only stopped when my eyes started to water. I couldn't tell anymore what expression she wore, but I saw her leaving. Panic rose through me, and I called her name. Begging her to stay.

She looked back at me, and for the last time, I saw her clearly. There was no malice nor pity in her eyes. Only disgust.

I loathed myself ever since.

Prompt #144

"Villain?" Civilian asked villain softly, twirling the ends of her hair in her fingers, her doe eyes casting up at villain.

Villain didn't respond, not turning to say anything to civilian or even casting her a simple glance. Civilian took his silence as an answer, knowing that villain never talked unless it was something important.

"Why did you become a villain?" Civilian questioned.

Once again, she received nothing but empty silence. She knew that villain and her weren't close, yet she longed to hear something from him. She couldn't hold back the raging feelings that churned restlessly inside of her as she stared at villain's unmoving back, waiting for a response.

Civilian let out a apologetic sigh. "Sorry–"

"I used to be a hero. " Villain cut in. Civilian instantly stopped herself from saying anything, her lips parting with anticipation as she waited for villain to continue.

"6 years ago I was a hero. " Villain continued, not turning around to look at civilian as if he was too embarrassed by the backstory. "But then I lost everything that I had: my family, my friends. . .my home. All because I had to save a group of people and everyone expected me to give up everything I have for other people. "

Civilian sucked in a sharp, painful breath.

"That day I realized something. " Villain spoke, his once rough voice now far and distant as if he was reliving memories that scarred him. "A hero sacrifices their loved ones for humanity. But a villain will sacrifice humanity for their loved ones. "

When villain finally stopped talking, civilian spoke in a gentle voice.

"Is that why you saved my life that day?"

But once again, her question was answered with nothing but painful silence.

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bigbadivy

3 years ago

I dont really...have the emojis so I'll just list em...post nightmare cuddles, a warm hug, fluffy blanket, and bedtime story....villain caretaker and whumpee hero...sorry if I used the whump term wrong just first time trying to use it lmao

Warnings: referring to a person as a "creature" but that is all

"You know what? I am done with this. C'mere." Villain suddenly grabbed the shaking hero and pulled them closer to their chest.

"What are you-"

"Shh," the Villain soothed and wrapped their arms tighter around the hero. They murmured soft words without any real meaning, but Hero relished in the comfort. The warmth and the care that Villain gave them- it made their heart flutter and their heart pump warm blood throughout their veins.

Until reality struck. They were with the villain. A creature of pure evil and menace, just waiting to take the perfect opportunity to twist this newfound trust and hurt them.

So Hero jerked away, but Villain hands were linked together. They blocked any hope or chance of escape with merciless living shackles.

Villain, who was slightly taller than Hero, rested their chin against the other's head. Hero dug their nose into Villain's neck instinctively. Comfort felt good, especially after...

Hero shuddered, remembering their previous vision of the city being destroyed... it was horrific.

Hero suddenly felt themselves drop and in an instant they were coated with a thick faux fur blanket with Villain tucked in next to them.

"Okay... what is this?" Villain said. Just as quickly as they laid Hero and themself in bed, they reached over and revealed a book.

"A book?" Hero guessed somewhat sarcastically. But it came out squeaky and quiet, choked and heavy.

"The BFG by Roald Dahl," Villain sighed as they settled back down next to Hero. The hero cuddled right next to their enemy, not caring anymore that they could kill them in a heartbeat.

Villain flipped the book open to right where Hero dog-eared it and began to read, "The great yellow wasteland lay dim and milky in the moonlight as the Big Friendly Giant went galloping across it. Sophie, still wearing only her nightie, was reclining comfortably in a crevice of the BFG's right ear-"

Villain swooped an arm around Hero's shoulder and brought them closer before continuing with the paragraph, "She was actually in the outer rim of the ear, near the top, where the edge of the ear folds over, and this folding-over bit made sort of a roof over her and gave her wonderful protection against the rushing wind. What is more-"

Villain was cut off by Hero resting their own arm across Villain's muscular chest. Villain smiled to themself and resumed reading.

After a while, Hero's head gently became more heavy in weight as they fell alseep soothed by the villain's deep rambling. The villain set the book on the nightstand and curled up next to them.

Hero tensed up, but melted right back into the embrace. Villain watched over them for a while, studying the delicate features of their face. The slightly crooked nose and the prominent jawline that shifted ever so slightly. The thick, bushy eyebrows that were so relaxed and the long lashes that brushed lightly under their eye to complet the placid expression on their face. Villain grinned and rested their own head against the pillow, falling alseep to the slow breathing of their enemy.

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bigbadivy

2 months ago

Naama Levi is back home

Prompt 185

"I know you miss me," they spoke carefully, each word a double-edged sword. "But you can't keep calling me whenever you feel sad, okay? It's time for both of us to move on."

The hero nodded numbly, hand clenched tightly around the phone. "Yeah, I know. But please wait. Don't hang up. I... I messed up."

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bigbadivy

4 years ago