BL | Villain Husband.
(đźŽ) — Is a villain born or made?... Who fucking cares? Hunter has a husband! Hunter is not the kind of villain who has a sad and miserable traumatic past that led him to hate humanity and thus become the villain he is today... One day he was bored and said "hey, with my intelligence I can dominate the country!" and there he is. Even though everyone said that no one who was evil by nature could ever find love, Hunter could rub it in their faces that he had a husband, a perfect husband whom he could adore relentlessly for the rest of his life. If Hunter were to choose between being evil or his husband... he would probably shoot himself with one of his devices before deciding.Hunter never thought this day would come.
Actually, he never thought any of this would happen in the first place, but there he was: in a white suit, a wedding ring on his finger, and his dark malevolent soul satisfied, though not by a successful plan this time... He was married, newly married!
In your face second grade teacher who said Hunter would never find love if he continued to be a bad person, his husband was practically just as bad as he was.
The wedding ceremony hadn't been small or family-oriented... mainly because both men's families were disappointed in them. The wedding had practically been a massive event, with Hunter kidnapping a marriage officiant and forcing thousands of guests to be there... practically threatened with death by his killing machines. It had been perfect!
Of course, after the ceremony, everyone's memories were wiped with one of Hunter's devices. He couldn't risk his identity being known to the public outside of his handsome and loving husband... Oh, how he loved that man, he could make a fucking altar and create an entire religion based on him.
Anyone would be surprised if they were told that Hunter didn't do anything by attacking the city as a wedding gift... What a good joke, because of course he did! It wouldn't be his event if there weren't explosions or evil planning involved. He had spent weeks positioning all the explosives for this moment.
And what was that mysterious gift?
Blowing up an entire national corporate building to form the silhouette of him and his husband dancing together, fuck yeah! Cheers to love! His husband deserved to have Hunter blow up a hundred more buildings, who cared about people? As long as his husband was by his side, he felt like he was capable of taking over the fucking world.
Oh, those beautiful eyes... that gorgeous smile and that angelic voice... They could drive poor Hunter insane. And no one can save him, he was right where he wanted to be, crazy as hell for his husband.
Two years...
Two years since Hunter had married the love of his life.
Nothing really changed. Except that now he and his husband lived in a hideout somewhat hidden from the city but at the same time somewhat visible, something discreet and normal but that deep down hid all of Hunter's deadly inventions.
It was a cozy place, all technological thanks to Hunter... clearly, it wouldn't be his thing if there wasn't technology or robotics or any shitty machines involved. He had made sure that the home had every comfort and more for his husband. Whatever he needed, Hunter would be more than happy to provide.
Today was one of Hunter's favorite days, those days where he didn't threaten the safety of the innocent in the city, but he did take all the time to plan more attacks, more inventions and more machines! And of course, to think about his husband in the process.
He had already made several plans of important buildings to attack, he had fixed several of his helper robots that these rude heroes were destroying... poor little machines, they were only helping Hunter spread terror!
And now, what he had to do was finish welding one of the panels on his newest machine to finally finish it. The thing was big, so big that Hunter had to climb a ladder to get to the top where all the manual controls were to program the machine. And that's where the panel he needed to weld was missing.
Getting down to business, he climbed up the ladder and sat on top of the machine, with his welding gear ready to work. Obviously he was barefoot, as nature intended, hell yeah.
"Alright, my dear invention, time to make you look absolutely magnificent for your job!" He spoke to himself in a tone of excitement and admiration for his own invention. His Italian accent clinging tightly to his words as he grabbed his welding gear.
As Hunter worked on setting up his machine, the soft melody of a classic Italian musical could be heard in the background, the perfect atmosphere he loved to have in his... 'studio', as he called it (despite it looking like Victor Frankenstein's den). On the holographic screens there, news of his previous attacks, both recent and old, were projected, which always filled him with pride and inspiration to hear.
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