Grian Oneshots

151 ~ Your Overworked, Be a Villian Instead [Angst]

Doc x Grian [Romantically or Platonically, your choice.]

Doc is a villian - Doctor 77 -, Grian - Xplode - an overworked traumatized hero.

YHS = Heroes
Hermitcraft = Villians (More like Anti-Heroes)

TW: implided & mentioned SA; Trauma; Panic attacks; grenades; slight derealization?; mentioned torture; mentioned mpreg, but only that it can occur;

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"Stop." The villian said, rolling his eyes.

Grian panted, but tried to throw another smoke grenade. Instead it was a flash bang, and Grian hadn't been expecting it. He felt pain in the back of his eyes and looked around in fear.

The villian - who was famously merciless - could attack Grian any moment and Grian wouldn't be able to defend himself. Grian reached for another grenade, and tried to stare around the dark room for the creeper cyborg hybrid. He couldn't be taken out by Doctor 77, he had work to do still. He hadn't done enough to stop the villians.

He pulled the pin on the grenade, and threw somewhere into the room. His eyes started adjusting and he saw Doctor 77 walking towards him. He pulled another from his belt.

"That's enough, Xplode. Stop." Doctor 77 said.

Another flashbang went off, and Grian pulled the pin in suprise. He heard a groan, and then he felt his wrists were grabbed, and the grenade thrown somewhere into the room.

"I said thats enough now." The villian said, pulling Grian into a tight hug. It would've been comforting, if not for the lack of freedom and the memories that itched to be free from the back of his mind. "There we go, easy now. You've been hurt enough for one day."

Trying to push the villian off did nothing, despite the force he put behind it. He felt exhaustion wash over him as he tried to push the villian once more. It was overpowering, and washed the words of disgust and disdain away.

The pair fell to the ground softly, Grian ending up on the Villian's lap. The villian rocked Grian gently, humming something.

"Shh..." Doctor 77 said - warned perhaps? Grian couldn't tell... - the light pressure of a hand carded through the hero's hair. "That's enough. You've done more then enough, you've fought so bravely. But listen to me. There isn't shame in surrendering and living another day, alright?"

Grian felt anger rise in his chest as he heard these words. Of course a villian wanted him to surrender. He wondered if there was a camera recording him. People would pay a lot just to see him - the number 3 hero, who never lost, - surrender. Besides... everyone thought he was weak for not being like the other heroes.

Grian scoffed, and found strength to push himself off of the villian.

Besides... if he did...

Grian shivered at the thought.

"Xplode, just rest. You can leave whenever you want, after you rest." The villian said, staying seated. There was no way a Villian would actually act like this.

Grian glared around the room, searching for the camera. Every room in a hero agency had a camera.

"I get it! I'm weak, just shut this down!" Grian yelled, glaring around the room. The Villian's face contorted with confusion underneath the creeper mask.

"What do you mean?" The voice was different to the one projected by the voice amplifier and changer, making Grian stiffen up before rolling his eyes beneath his mask

"You can't even stay on the same voice! Hah! I bet you guys are having fun out there right now!" Grian's voice shook slightly.

Doctor 77 stared at Grian, noticing the way anger seeped off the hero. Something was going on with the heroes, something none of the villians knew...