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Hey can you do literally anything with babey civilian / badass supervillain? Maybe a little bit of jealous hero who won't leave civilian alone?

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Hey Choco Anon! Sorry it took so long to reply to this, but yeah, I can give it a try! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

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The sight of Hero made Civilian walk a little faster. They were anxious to get to their destination without being intercepted by the crime-fighter. Despite the good things the press always said about them, there was something about Hero that sent shivers down Civilian’s spine.

Civilian just reached their bus stop when a gloved hand came to rest on their shoulder.

“Well, hello there, pretty,” Hero said, “what are you doing out alone so late?”

Civilian gulped, their body stiffening. They turned to face them.

“I’m just waiting for my bus,” Civilian said quietly.

“Speak up, doll,” Hero said sweetly, “I have a lot of abilities, but super hearing isn’t one of them.”

“Just waiting for the bus,” Civilian repeated a little louder.

“Hm,” Hero mused, “you don’t usually take a bus to get home, where are you off to?”

Civilian faltered, how did Hero know about their route home?

“I- I’m just-”

“Hope you’re not going near that criminal’s base,” Hero continued, “I’ve noticed Supervillain’s had their eye on you for a while, you need to be careful, doll.”

Civilian nodded stiffly.

“I am careful,” Civilian said, forcing a polite smile.

Hero tucked a strand of hair behind Civilian’s ear. Civilian fought back a shudder.

“I know,” Hero said, “but you’d do well to have someone looking out for you.”

The sound of a bus stopping made Civilian relax just a little. Finally, they were saved!

“Well, uh, this is my bus, so, um, bye-”

Civilian went to leave, but Hero grabbed their wrist.

“Where are you trying to go?” Hero asked, “I can take you there. Statistically, flying is the safest way to travel.”

“Oh, that’s okay-”

“I insist,” Hero said, pulling Civilian closer and starting to rise up.

Civilian’s stomach dropped.

“Hero!” a voice shouted.

Hero stopped a few feet in the air, turning to the source of the voice.

“Hands off,” Supervillain said, approaching them, “they’re not interested.”

“How would you know?” Hero asked, landing back on the ground, “have they told you that?”

“The look on their face says everything,” Supervillain said, charging two balls of dark energy, “let them go. Now.”

Hero chuckled, moving Civilian so that they were behind them.

“This’ll just be a second,” they said.

Hero summoned two fireballs and strutted toward Supervillain. Supervillain cast a glance at Civilian.

“Run,” they mouthed.

Before Hero could turn to see what Civilian would do, Supervillain clocked them hard in the jaw, dark energy spreading into their skin. Civilian didn’t stay to watch what would happen next; they bolted, turning a corner and running to who knew where.

…

Civilian hid in an alleyway, trying to catch their breath and slow their racing heart. A figure landed next to them. Civilian’s heart leapt into their throat, whipping around to face them.

“Supervillain,” they realized, breathing a sigh of relief.

Civilian collapsed against the alley wall. Supervillain approached them slowly.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Supervillain said, “they won’t bother you anymore. I made sure of it.”

“Thank you,” Civilian breathed, “thank you thank you thank you.”

“…Can I come closer?” Supervillain asked gently.

Civilian managed to nod. Supervillain closed the rest of the distance between them.

“Would you like me to take you home?” they asked.

Civilian shook their head.

“C-can I stay with you tonight? Please?”

“Of course, love. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?”

Civilian nodded again. Supervillain put their arms around them and lifted them into the air, flying back to their base.

“Next time you want to see me, don’t take the bus,” Supervillain said, “just call me and I’ll come get you.”

Civilian buried their face in Supervillain’s chest, muttering out a muffled reply.

…

Supervillain gently sat Civilian down on the large, plush couch in their living room. They crouched down to get a better look at their lover.

“Talk to me,” Supervillain said, “did they do anything to you?”

Civilian shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

“I think they were stalking me. I don’t feel safe anymore. They’re so… grabby and forceful.”

Something dark glinted in Supervillain’s eyes, but it faded before Civilian could see it.

“Like I said, they shouldn’t come near you again,” Supervillain said, “if they do, I swear I will finish what I started.”

“What did you do?” Civilian sniffled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Supervillain said with a small smile, “it’s nothing you need to lose sleep over.”

Supervillain sat down on the couch next to Civilian. Civilian cuddled up to them, sobbing quietly. Supervillain ran their hand up and down their lover’s shoulder, shushing them gently.

…

Hero’s mangled body was rushed to a local hospital, where it was determined that Supervillain had shattered their arms, legs, and jaw. It would be a while before they had an opportunity to bother Civilian again, and if they did… well, the funeral would be a spectacle for sure.

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[the-starlit-authoress]

Chance

Part Two

Villain coughed as they pulled themself out of the wreckage. The wreckage the heroes caused, but would surely be blamed on them in tomorrow's news. Their knees gave out immediately the first time they tried to stand, pain went shooting through their side.

Sitting on the ground, they surveyed the damage. There was a gruesome gash on their side, probably caused by the broken chunks of stone ceiling they had been buried under. Their ribs were probably fractured, if not broken.

Carefully, ever so carefully, they managed to stand up. With a hand clutching their side they started limping in the vague direction of their base, planning to get home, do the bare minimum required to treat their wounds and pass out.

And that's when they heard it.

Crying. A baby crying. It sounded close. Too close.

It only took a minute or two of looking around to find the source of the sound. It was a struggle to lift the debris given the state they were in, but Villain managed. It was in fact a baby, and probably the only reason it had survived was because who Villain assumed to be its mother had used herself to shield it. They frowned at the sight. Another causality caused by heroes' disregard for civilians. This too, would probably be blamed on them.

Villain wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't take the child in somewhere, they'd be arrested on the spot. And they couldn't leave it here either, who knows when someone would come back to clean up the mess. It wouldn't survive here on its own.

They really only had one option.

"Uh, hey there, little buddy." the Villain said awkwardly as they tried to scoop the wailing baby up into their injured arms. "could you maybe, uh, stop crying? Please? It's a long walk back to my house and I'd rather not draw attention..."

Unsurprisingly, the baby did not comply.

They frowned but didn't know what else to do. What they did know was if they stood here much longer their legs were gonna give out again. So they began the slow, and painful, trek home.

Eventually, the baby did stop crying. Perhaps it just exhausted itself. Whatever the reason, Villain was grateful. By the time they made it home the baby had fallen asleep. They laid it down on the sofa and dragged themself to the bathroom to deal with the gash in their side, the rest could wait until they rested.

When they came back, the baby was awake and crying again. They gathered it into their arms and sunk into the couch. "....Sorry about your mom little guy. The heroes are pretty reckless."

They could feel themself getting closer to passing out. "You're lucky I found you, though it was purely by chance....Chance, huh? That seems like a pretty good name for you."

Their eyelids slipped closed as they fell asleep with the baby in their arms and mumbled. "Welcome to the dark side, Chance."

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[creadigol]

Hello all! I am back after a hiatus due to work. I hope y’all like this, apologies that it’s a bit shorter than the rest.

Prompt #6

They should have known it was too easy.

Spy clutched the gash in their side as they stumbled through the hallways of the expensive staterooms. They hoped to stem the tide of blood at least until they made it back to their room over on the other side of the street where they could treat it, but time did not seem to be on their side this night.

Come to think of it, nothing had been on Spy’s side tonight.

The case was supposed to be easy. It was a simple observation and report. Tail the two bit Congressman for the four day voyage, dig up some dirt on the guy, and bring it back to the Hero to keep in his pocket for a rainy day. It was a simple process they had done a thousand times before for various parties.

How had this one gone so wrong?

A stab of pain shot up their abdomen when their hand slipped from the wall. Damn that hurt! With each passing moment the ability to stay upright seemed less and less like a natural function and more like a lifesaving crusade.

“Need a little help?” A singsong voice floated over them.

Spy felt their already shock-covered skin spring into new goosebumps.

They knew that voice.

A hand gripped the back of their neck in what would have appeared to be a friendly gesture, if not for the pressure behind it.

Spy did their best not to whimper.

“Why don’t we go back to my room and the two of us can discuss how you ended up…a little worse for wear.”

Spy could only hope that the past, but albeit, gone friendship they had held with Villain would spare their life tonight.

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CW: multiple mentions of child death/murder and intent of child murder (not descriptive but main focus), implied/mentioned adult murder x2 (not descriptive), needle mention, dehumanizing language and conversations, HEAVY ANGST with happy (bittersweet?) ending.

“It isn’t right.” Scientist spat out, venom dripping from the words. “That thing came out wrong.”

Supervillain gently pulled Scientist away from her work table. Each time she had failed her attempt she seemed to get more and more angry with herself. It broke his heart to hear. The mistakes weren’t her fault, Scientist was brilliant and her work was brilliant.

“I just- I want him back Supervillain…I want our baby back…” Her voice wavered.

He cupped the back of her head as she pushed her face into his shoulder. “We’ll have him back darling, we just need to try again. If anyone can do this right, it’s you.”

Scientist twisted his cardigan in her fists as she clearly struggled not to cry. It had been almost a year now without any significant progress in bringing Child back but Supervillain had absolutely no doubt in his wife.

This was the woman who had somehow cured what would have been the terminal illness to take him out, the woman who took control of a hero’s powers through the use of their own body like a puppet, the one who Supervillain knew with full certainty could take the world down without true opposition. There was a reason he had fallen so deeply and irreversibly in love with her.

His heart wrenched as a broken, muffled sob shook her frame. “I can’t stand that thing walking around looking like him. It’s mocking me, Supervillain! I can’t stand it! It’s going around with his face as if it deserves to take his place. It’s mocking my failure!”

“Hush love, hush now.” Supervillain scooped her up and carried her from the lab. 

The walk to their room was a long one as the lab was on the other side of the manor and they passed several henchmen on their way. Each one of them quickly averted their eyes, either from respect or from fear. They all knew what Supervillain would do to them if they even just thought of using Scientist’s vulnerability to an advantage. Even still, it was a relief to finally reach the carved oak doors.

Scientist was coaxed into her pajamas before Supervillain tucked her into their bed. It was only noon but she had been up the whole night trying to find what had gone wrong with that thing and she needed the sleep.

He laid a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry darling. That imposter will be gone by the time you wake; I’ll take care of it.”

---

“Six.”

Supervillain paused. It was rare that his captain of security said anything. He preferred to be monosyllabic or simply silent most of the time. “Excuse me?”

“This is the sixth child you will kill.” Captain was still standing at attention by the clone’s door but he watched Supervillain out of the corner of his eye. “You’ve made six of them since you lost Child. Scientist was crying again; you’re going to kill him too.”

It wasn’t a question.

Supervillain pulled his hand from the nob. “Your point, Captain?”

“How many of these poor children need to die before you two realize there isn’t any getting Child back? How many more before Scientist is too broken to keep trying? Before you finally stop adding to that grave pit in the garden?”

Rage ballooned in his chest, threatening to break his ribs. “Scientist is brilliant, if any one can bring him back-”

“No one can bring him back.”

“Captain-”

“Sir, no one can bring Child back, not even Scientist. This isn’t healthy for you two or fair on the children you bring into short existence before ripping them back out of it.”

“They aren’t children!” Supervillain roared. “They’re just clones, mockeries of my son, failed resurrections!”

Captain finally moved to fully face him. The disgust on his face was jarring to Supervillain, startling and unfamiliar. “Even with all your power you aren’t a god Supervillain and neither is Scientist. You can’t bring people back from the dead. Child is gone. He’s never, never going to come back to you.”

Supervillain’s rage flipped around wildly with the soul crushing grief that had taken over far too much of his life. “He’s not-!”

“He. Is. GONE. You’ve thrown away five perfectly good children that you might have grown to love and now you set another one up for slaughter like a pig. That’s all you two are doing; making pigs for slaughter. What has Clone ever done wrong by you besides deciding he didn’t like something that Child did? He isn’t your son, none of them will be, not because he isn’t Child, but because you decided so the second he was made.”

Silence blanketed the hall. The tension could have been cut with a knife. Distantly the ticking of a clock counted seconds away. Finally;

“You have gotten far too comfortable with speaking to me in such a disrespectful way, Captain. We aren’t your friends, we are your superiors, and I expect you to treat us as such. Never question our work again, just follow your orders.”

Captain’s features hardened. “Of course Sir. I’ll go clean the bathrooms as punishment and I’ll be sure not to let myself care for you two again.”

Supervillain growled as Captain strode off with a sneer. His white knuckled fists crackled with energy. Captain didn’t understand, he didn’t grasp the devastation that came with losing Child, nor the pain of having the clones turn out so different from him.

He thrust the door open. The clone was seated with its back to the door, cross legged on the side of the bed. It was smaller than the rest, maybe younger? Scientist had taken it out of the growth tube sooner than the others.

“How did he die?” Clone asked without turning around.

“What?” Supervillain growled.

“Child,” Clone mumbled slightly. “How did he die? No one will tell me, and I’m going to die too either way, I figured asking you personally before it happened wouldn’t hurt…”

Wouldn’t hurt? Thinking about that day always hurt. His teeth nearly cracked from how tightly his jaw clenched. “What makes you think you deserve to know?”

Clone twisted a little scrap of cloth in his hands. He seemed less scared of his imminent death than the others had been. How odd. “Nothing, I guess. I was just curious really, everyone looks…I don’t know, kind of sick when they think about it. I guess I just wanted to know what would make everyone feel so bad. No one seems to feel that bad about me dying I don’t think. It must have been really bad then.”

Supervillain’s eyes stung. “It wasn’t just how he died, it was the fact that he’s not here.”

“Why isn’t anyone sad about that with me then?” 

It was clearly just an innocent question, a child clone trying to understand, but it made fury lick against Supervillain’s ribs. This stupid thing really thought it mattered as much as Child had? “Why would anyone be sad at your death? You’ve only been alive three days, no one knows you, no one loves you. We love Child; that’s why we aren’t sad about you.”

“Oh.”

A long stretch of nothing happened where Supervillain only watched the little clone. He noted that Clone worried at the cloth in much the same way Scientist worried at her sleeves when she was having trouble with an experiment. His eyes creased the way Supervillain’s did when he overworked.

Odd…none of the others had shown similarities. Or maybe they had and he’d been too blind to notice it?

A wobbly, thick-with-tears voice broke the trance Supervillain had fallen into. “If I had been alive as long as Child, would anyone be sad at me dying then?”

‘Would anyone love me then?’

The insinuated question lingered in the air. Supervillain clenched his jaw tighter. Why was his throat suddenly thick with a pesky lump, why did tears track down his cheeks, why was he hesitating at such a stupid question?!

Dragging air into his rattling lungs burned like drowning. 

He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t do it.

Supervillain turned heel and threw himself out into the hallway. Several henchmen flinched as the door slammed shut. He couldn’t choke out the order not to clean up, there was nothing to clean up after all, and as he rushed to get to his bedroom he heard the clone’s door creak open and poorly muffled exclamations of shock.

---

Telling Scientist was less frightening than he thought it would be. She had been angry at first, furious about having to see a false Child running around any longer. He ended up sleeping in a spare room that night and the next. Eventually though she had sought Supervillain out.

He had been in the study failing to read when Scientist found him. “I don’t know why I thought killing them wouldn’t affect you…they look just like him…”

He set the book down and gestured her into his lap. “I promise I didn’t want to hurt you by not-”

“Oh Hon, I know you didn’t.” Scientist curled in close. Her warmth was a much welcome comfort. “I couldn’t kill them myself because they looked like him, of course so many of them would be detrimental to you. I’m so sorry Supervillain. It was selfish of me to ask you to dispose of them so I wouldn’t have to.”

Child used to sit with them in the library, snuggled right beside Supervillain as Scientist curled in his lap, the pair of them listening as he read whatever book Child had picked out. A lump formed in his throat again. God did he miss those moments. His chest ached. He hated that ache and how familiar it had gotten. 

“I…I can do it again. I think I just need more time to brace myself. I’ll get rid of him Darling, I just need some time.”

“Okay dear.”

---

A week later Supervillain was back at the clone’s room preparing himself for what had to come. Only he wasn’t in the bed like last time. Clone was curled up in the egg shaped wicker chair on the balcony. He was so small that Supervillain had almost missed him. “I’m sorry…”

Supervillain furrowed his brows. “You’re sorry?”

“For upsetting you…the guards told me asking about Child made you hurt. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed together. Supervillain wasn’t exactly being courteous to this child, why was he apologizing? “Are you gonna do it now?”

“Pardon?” Supervillain startled. Right; kill him, Clone was asking if he was going to kill him yet. “Oh. Yes, I am.”

Clone nodded before twisting around into a more cozy spot, pulling a pillow up to his chest to cuddle. He rubbed his face on the fabric a bit before going still. “Okay, I’m ready.”

No tears...no fighting...no begging?

This wasn’t right.

“Aren’t you scared?” Supervillain found the words leaving his mouth without permission.

“Yeah…I’m really scared…but seeing me hurts you and your wife. One of the guards told me that. He said seeing the others did too so you got rid of them so she wouldn’t hurt anymore. I don’t want to make anyone hurt…”

“...getting rid of you won’t make it hurt less.”

Clone blinked up at him with watery doe eyes. “It won’t? But you don’t know me.”

‘You don’t love me.’

“No, it won’t.” Supervillain let his legs give out and landed in the second egg chair with the soft thump. “It’s not having you here, it’s having him gone.”

“Then why are you sad when you see me?”

“You look like him. You’re meant to, of course, but you aren’t him and that…” Supervillain chuckled without humor. He ran his hand through his tangled hair that he realized he’d forgotten to brush. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“I don’t know. A little, perhaps.”

Clone thought for a moment. “Then…I can listen until you want to get rid of me…if it’ll help.”

Supervillain pulled his hand down his face. What was he doing? He hadn’t let the others talk but here he was, sitting down with Clone as if he were...

“Did you really want to know how he died?”

That’s where it started, telling Clone how Child had begged to join the heroes. How they had made a deal with the agency to never cause further harm as long as Child could apprentice with the best hero in the city.

How that hero had betrayed the trust that Scientist and Supervillain, that Child, had placed in them.

How the agency had covered it up as an accident to save face.

The funeral, Scientist’s desperate attempts to bring Child back, the toll of taking the lives of children who looked like Child just so Scientist would hurt less.

Once he started talking about it, Supervillain couldn’t stop. He choked on his words at times, bit back tears unsuccessfully, but for the first time in a year the grief ebbed if only just a fraction.

When it was finally all out Supervillain looked over to Clone, who was shivering. It was pitch black out. How long had he been talking?

Supervillain wasn’t sure why but he grabbed the throw blanket on the edge of the bed and tucked the child in with it. He knelt down so he could be face to face with him. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have this hanging over you...”

“Supervillain?”

He whipped around to see his wife by the door. Horror washed over her features. “Scientist-”

“You haven’t killed it, have you?”

“I-”

“You said you were going to get rid of it now, not talk to it as if it were him.”

“Please listen-”

“You lied to me, Supervillain! You said it would be gone by dinner but it’s nearly midnight and you’re coddling it!” She threw herself about and stormed out the door.

Supervillain launched to his feet. “Wait! Scientist please-” The door slammed behind him as he bolted towards the shrinking figure of his wife. “Scientist!”

Henchmen and guards leapt out of his way as he tried to catch up with her before it was too late. He didn’t care about the shouts of surprise, or the hushed questions that trailed behind, he only cared about stopping his wife from taking a child clone’s life.

He didn’t catch up to her until she was in her lab. “Scientist, listen-”

“No! I won’t have that thing in my home anymore! I want Child not some clone.” She spat vitriol with the words.

Something hot and bitter built up in his chest, an emotional bile leaving a horrid tang at the back of his mouth. “They’re ALL clones! Even if we had Child back in a new body it would just. Be. A clone!”

Scientist whipped around. There was a syringe fulled with a liquid he didn’t know clenched in her fist. “I can get him back; I have to get him back!” There was a crazy light in her eyes that Supervillain had never seen before. “I have to get him back, it’s my fault- I have to...I HAVE TO GET HIM BACK!”

“Scientist!” Captain’s voice cut through their argument. She looked to him. “Put the needle down.”

Tears streamed her reddened cheeks, nose scrunched with frustration and rage. Her knuckles turned white around the syringe. For a terrifying moment Supervillain feared he would need to overpower her to get her to stop.

Then her face fell. Relief flooded him as her arm went limp and the needle clattered on the floor.

“I can’t…I can’t do it, can I?” 

Captain shook his head. “No.”

The way Supervillain’s heart fractured hurt so much worse than he could ever describe, swearing he could almost hear it. He didn’t want to admit it out loud but Scientist needed to know the truth. “Child is gone and we…we can’t bring him back…” He tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. “...and I can’t take having another son dead…”

Scientist looked at her hands with horror.  “...we went too far…Supervillain we-...we killed our children…” She broke down, collapsing into Supervillain with a devastated cry. “We’re no better than Hero!”

“No, we’re worse...” He dug his fingers into the back of her lab coat. “And it’s about time we made that clear.”

Supervillain handed Scientist off to Captain with a pointed look. Captain nodded. “I’ll make sure she’s well.”

“Clone too, he was-”

“Already in bed, sir. I had the others care for him as soon as you left the room.”

“Good. I don’t know when I’ll return.”

“Understood.”

---

The streets were quiet, the people locked away in their homes as if they could sense Supervillain’s rage flooding the city. He followed the route he knew Hero took for patrols.

Soon he was rewarded with a figure crouched at the edge of a roof. She was stocky and short, her hair tied up in a thick ponytail.

“Nope, it’s quiet here. ETA for base is about an hour. I want to check the low income districts one more time.” Supervillain padded up behind Hero silently. “Alright, I’ll check in in thirty. Hero out!”

“Hero out, indeed.”

She flipped around with a yelp. Her expression only became more frightened as she took in his towering form. A smirk pulled his lips. “It’s been quite some time. A year, right?”

Hero swallowed before trying to control her expression. “Since the funeral. You and Scientist...are doing well I assume? You haven’t kept in contact with the agency.”

“Why would we speak with the people who didn’t punish our son’s murderer?”

“The coroner declared it as an accident, Supervillain.” Her pointed glare only cased the burning rage to flair.

He sneered at her. “But it wasn’t, was it?”

Hero’s fear morphed to rage. She balled her fists as she stepped closer to him. He had to keep from throwing her as her face pushed right into his. “I deserved better than a villain kid as my sidekick. I’m the greatest hero in this city! He should have been put with Astra or Blackout; someone who’s just as much of a joke for a hero as your kid was.”

Supervillain held up a small remote. “Child idolized you. He used to say he wanted to be just like you when he grew up.” He hit the button on the remote. Hero flinched and grabbed at her ear where her communicator was. “I’m glad he never got the chance.”

“What was that? What are you-”

“EMP. Scientist designed this one. I don’t want you calling for help before I’m done.”

Her face paled again, bravado leaving in an instant. “You won’t, you can’t! The agreement-”

“Means nothing if Child is not here. We agreed to stop so long as he was training under you; he is no longer training.” His fingertips lit up with energy. He lifted them close to her face and the green reflected in Hero’s widening eyes. Supervillain considered his next move with a devilish grin. “I’ve been holding in quite a lot of pain this last year.”

“Supervillain-”

“I think it’s time I let some of it out, wouldn’t you? It’s so much more healthy to the grieving process.”

“Don’t be hasty!” Hero’s voice broke. Satisfaction rushed him as she scrambled to add back the distance she’d closed.

His laugh echoed in the empty streets. Deranged, heartbroken, lethal. Supervillain had missed the utter terror in her eyes. This was who he was at his core; a weapon that reveled in the destruction it caused. A predator killing just to see the blood painting the streets and bodies left in it’s wake.

For Child he would deny that part of himself; for his son he would sacrifice everything but his wife. Power, money, satiating the blood lust, he would give it all away for his son.

But Child was gone. Child was dead.

“Eleven months of stewing is hasty to you? How odd, it only took one for you to kill my son.” His tone was hard. It was clear he wouldn’t back down.

Hero tried to step back again but only found air. Supervillain closed the distance. Energy crackled from his hands all the way up to his shoulders. He felt a deep gratification as Hero decided to scramble from the building and run.

The hunt was on.

---

Supervillain loved when the agency begged. One of the lower heroes was cowering by the door, clearly wanting to be elsewhere.

“Supervillain, I’ve been sent to request-”

“Another peace meeting, I know. I’m afraid we no longer have interest in such agreements.” He ran his hands through Scientist’s hair. It was a shame the request had come during family time. Clone Kid was asleep in Scientist’s lap, she was leaned on his side, the book he’d been reading abandoned on a side table.

Blackout swallowed thickly. “Please, it’s been months. The agency is willing to do anything.”

He raised his brows. “Are they? Absolutely anything?”

“...yes.”

“Fine. We’ll pace ourselves.”

“They want you to stop-”

“That is not a possibility anymore.” Blackout looked like he swallowed a rock. “We will pace ourselves if they denounce Hero and reveal what they did to Child.”

At this Blackout bristled. “What does it matter what Hero did to them? They’re dead and you have a new Child! Why would you need-”

Energy crackled up Supervillain’s hand, ruining the arm of the couch and waking Kid. Scientist shifted so he could stand. Rage boiled in every cell. “New Child? New? Child?! Kid is not Child, he never was and he never will be. Child is gone because of your Hero and it’s a dishonor of his memory to hide it!”

“A dishonor like cloning him and pretending it never happened? Using his DNA as a plaything to create a little fake so you can play house again?” Blackout’s rage disappeared instantly as the words registered. “No, wait I didn’t mean-”

Supervillain lunged. His hand wrapped Blackout’s throat as he slammed the hero against the wall. “Don’t you dare pretend to know why we made Kid, you insolent moron!”

Blackout clawed at his hand desperately. “I’m sorry!”

“Hmm.” Supervillain tightened his hold. “Hero was right; you are a joke. Not even a little fight.” Energy surged through his hands and the body hit the floor. “Captain?”

“Yes sir?”

“Have that delivered to the agency. Maybe they’ll get the message this time.”

“With pleasure.”

He turned back to his family. Kid was rubbing sleep from his eyes with a yawn as Scientist stretched out her legs. A softer smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. “We still have time before I need to go to my meeting, would you two like to walk with me?”

Master-list

#My writing #hero and villain #scientist x supervillain #corrupt hero #corrupt agency #child death #murder #the very last bit got lost and I frankly do not have the energy to re-write it #it just had a description of the memorial they made to the lost clones #I'm sorry this is late but I lost two of my pets and I needed time to grieve #uh hang on this needs a title #uh #a dozen for a dime

[mylittlewumperland]

When the villain gets captured by the hero, but then the villain realizes that the hero is like actually crazy-

Villain: -

" you're gonna do what now!? "

" wait! Sto-- " ( muffled noises )

" W-we can talk about this- l-like civilized people r-right?.. "

" WAIT I DIDN'T MEAN IT! "

" you're insane. "

( lots of defiant little murderous glares )

( sobs ) - " you're no HERO! "

" once I get outta here- we'll see who the people really love- "

( bloody noses )

( bloody lips )

" This isn't you!! "

" NO! "

( the classic. " I'ma kill you when I get outta here ".

Hero: -

" no one's coming for you. "

" how pathetic "

" can't even defend yourself. "

" a villain doesn't deserve freedom "

( little snarky comments )

( touchy feely )

" oh villain " - ( holds their chin up ) - " I'm just getting started "

" no need to struggle "

" where's that FIRE in your eyes, the MURDEROUS intent?! "

" I'm gonna put you through the hell you once despised. "

( the mocking laughs )

( the hero misleading the people )

( hero gaslighting villain's family )

" well of course- I'm just-- testing your limits- "

#whump community #whumpblr #Whump #whump writing #whump prompts #Whumper #hero x supervillain #hero x villain #Corrupt hero #whump tropes #whump scenario #whump prompt #whumpee

[puddleslimewrites]

Deal (Prompt #1)

"You cause problems, I stop you, and we split the pay."

Villain regarded the hero with a notable amount of surprise. "That doesn't sound very heroic now, does it?"

Hero glowered at them. "Is it a deal or not?"

"You make an interesting offer." Villain hummed, contemplative, though they already knew their answer. "I'll think about it."

#puddleslimewrites #corrupt hero #heroes and villains #writing #writing prompts #hero x villain #hero x villain prompt #hero and villain prompt #hero and villain #hero x villain community

[a-dead-tea]

Writing Prompt #111

“It’s unusual to see someone so young having so much power. I must say, I am impressed with how quickly you've risen to the top.” 

“I have no time for your unnecessary flattery. Get to the point,” Supervillain states simply. 

“Right. My apologies. I’ve come to you today because, if given the opportunity, I’d like to work together.”

“And why would I be inclined to accept this offer, Superhero?” 

#a dead tea #superheroes #writing #writing prompts #story prompt #prompt #heroes and villains #hero and villain #villains and heroes #villain and hero #villain #superhero #superheores #hero x supervillain #supervillain #corrupt hero #superhero x supervillain #supervillain x superhero #hero x villain #villain x hero #writing snippet

[snowshowerwriting]

Writing Prompt #12

Hero threw their head back, cackling. "Oh dear Villain, don't you see? Kleos doesn't come to poor filthy creatures such as you." Hero turned back, to the television, a cruel grin resting on their lips. "One week. One fucking week, and they think you've run away. They'll forget about you in a month. And the rebellion you've been going on about since day one?" They turned their undivided attention to the weeping Villain. "Whatever seeds of doubt you've planted will have withered away. Every colleague of yours won't give a fuck about you being gone. Filling up that space matters more. Don't you see what I've been telling you all this time?" They took heavy steps towards the villain. "No one will remember you."

#AYO?? COOL NEW WORD!! #writing prompt #villain x hero #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #angst #whump prompts #hero whumper #villain whumpee #corrupt hero #CW gaslighting #I've had this prompt stuck in my head for a while now #teacher was talking about Kleos #back in like #november #and I was like #also #Kleos means fame or glory attained for your legacy #and if it wasn't obvious #Villain was sorta the good guy #and hero is corrupt official #ok ima stop over explaining bye

[dragonfander101]

TW: mentions of torture, mentions of abuse(?), abuse of power, brief mention of death.

Under appreciated trope

Evil “heroes”

Everyone thinks they’re so amazing cause they save people

And they do. They do save people

But……

They’re still terrible people

Maybe what they think they’re doing is good

For example hurting the “villains” horribly after capturing them just because they’re “evil”. At least in the “hero’s” eyes.

Beating villain’s almost to death in battle

Hurting criminals extremely even for pretty minor offenses

Keeping “villains” prisoner and torturing them everyday under the guise of “reforming them”.

#villain #hero #corrupt hero #abuse of authority #abuse of power #tw torture #tw death #villains #heroes and villains #heroes #text post

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Oh btw making random hero OCS

So far a fish aesthetic, lighting one a plant alien one. I'll send pics after I'm done

Also a corrupt hero too bc-

-gunshots-

ooo yes. 😈

#melodythebunny #ocs #hero ocs #corrupt hero #answered ask

[kaninn]

夕刻 -yuukoku-

Link(病みリン) from my Corrupted Link AU!

In the AU, sometimes he will get completely possessed and controlled by the malice, and wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. This piece is to show this type of moment. He’s there, but the world is completely silent and lifeless. Sunset time also has significant meaning. In Japanese Mythology, it’s the time when the two worlds meet, the living and the dead.

artist: @kaninn

#art #illustration #art by op #fanart #link #zelda #botw #legend of zelda breath of the wild #loz #legend of zelda #corrupted link AU #corrupted link #病みリン #totk #ゼルダの伝説 #hero of the wild #loz tears of the kingdom #loz breath of the wild #artist on tumblr #botw totk #kaninn #Youtube

[inamindfarfaraway]

I love how Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse said “Anyone can be Spider-Man”. I love how it inspired everyone to imagine their own Spider-People, saving the day in their own universes, with all kinds of cool, interesting personalities and aesthetics and mutations and life stories and relationships. We all put pieces of our soul into these homemade heroes. We had fun. We found community. And then Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse said, “Wow, great job! You’ve really taken our message to heart. Well, get ready for even more of everything you liked from the first movie and a new message to complement the first. Anyone can be Spider-Man… and anyone can be pulled into a cult.”

So now we all have to contemplate whether our lovingly crafted heroes would ever be on Team Mandatory Trauma Because Martyr Complex or not and why.

#i for one made a second spider-person (diving belle) right after watching atsv #who IS on team mandatory trauma for reasons that make sense given her moral code and its context #her world has eldritch horror elements that give some of her enemies a sharper edge #and she has had to use lethal force #in a ‘stays true to her strict morality based around compassion nonetheless’ way like wonder woman #she’s used to tough utilitarian decisions #she’s learned that no hero can save everyone from intensely traumatic brushes with mind-breaking corruptive power #so when miguel gave his big speech she was ‘yeah okay. i get it. sometimes shit just happens’ #it was actually very enjoyable going through the character creation process #from the starting point of ‘WOULD chase miles and restrain him by force’ #and then working toward ‘otherwise a genuinely good person and superhero who could be the star of her own series’ #atsv #spider man across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider-verse #smatsv #sm: atsv #spiderverse #spidersona

[creadigol]

Villain thought about turning around nearly a hundred times as they approached the door. 

Honestly, what were they thinking? It’s not like civilian would want to see them…Especially not after that last fight. 

Villain shuddered as they remembered civilian’s face, their camera slowly lowering from their trained eye as they took in the scene of villain standing, bloody knuckles held high, over hero. 

But that wasn’t the whole story! Villain needed civilian to know the whole story! 

Only one person in this entire fucking city took the truth as they saw it. Only one person ever photographed everyone, hero and villain alike, with blatant, unbiased, unaffected action. 

Villain would make the world burn before they let the one last person worth a damn believe what they saw was the truth. 

No. Civilian would know the reality of the situation even if villain had to scream it through the apartment door all night. 

Civilian was the best photographer in the city…hell, in villain’s opinion civilian was the best photographer in the world…they could always see past the covering lie of a situation and photograph the truth.

But then…why hadn’t they photographed the truth? Why hadn’t they photographed anything in the past two weeks? 

Villain raised their fist to the painted red apartment door. 

Now it was their turn to find the truth. 

What happened to their photographer? 

#writers #writing promt #character creation #creative writing #heros and villains #villains and heroes #writing community #protagonist x antagonist #Photographer #creadigol #protective villain #protection #protective #Corrupt Hero #Truth #civilian x villain #Civilian #Potentiial #potential danger #original writing #original character

[gbee-writes]

"I don't love you." Hero said.

Villain nodded a little, as much as they could with their head crushed into the pavement. The boot keeping them down was covered in grime and the rain had caused puddles so it trailed down their face and made their skin crawl.

"Yeah, thats pretty clear."

A hum came from above. "I don't like the thought of arresting you though."

"I'm pretty against that idea as well, believe it or not." Villain deadpanned.

They hissed as Hero's boot pushed down harder as Hero leaned forwards to get a better view of her captive.

A moment of silence lapsed as they watched each other, Villain with all the fury of a feral dog and Hero with a strange impassiveness. Finally Hero glanced up to the street as if she would find anyone else there.

"Do you know why I don't want to arrest you? It's not love, no. It's need."

"Hey this is going in a direction I don't like-"

"Not lust you imbecile! I'd rather a cactus than you." Hero spat at them. "I need you. You're the only villain in this stupid town: without you I'm obsolete. Ever since my transfer I've been agonizing over this."

Villain's breath hitched. This was an opening, the Hero had practically just given them a free pass. If they played their cards right...They smirked.

"Shame that. You going to drag me to the station now?"

"Someone could take your place but in a town this small?" Hero continued as if Villain wasn't there.

"Not likely. Anyway: the station?"

Her eyes shifted down and there was a hungry light in them that sent shivers down Villains spine.

Hero's breath was shallow. Panic maybe?

"I need them to like me Villain. If you're gone they have no reason to keep doing that. I'll be a waste of their tax dollars. They'll...they'll turn on me Villain."

A sickening, burning glee was building. Hero was displaying her weakness in full! And in her desperation she wasn't thinking about getting re-transferred if Villain was arrested. It was better than they had even hoped.

Villain snorted. "Yeah, I guess they will. They've got low standards though. Everyone was overjoyed when you took down only one of three schemes this last month. I bet you’ll get a parade for arresting me. You know, before they realise they don't want you anymore."

Just as Villain had wanted, a spark of fear showed in Hero's face. They snorted again before looking away. "I can't let them do that."

"What, a parade?"

"Stop wanting me." Hero grit her teeth.

Villain shrugged a little. "I mean, you'd have to let me go to stop that."

"I can't do that either." She sounded absolutely appalled. "I can't, I took an oath to protect."

"Can't protect if there's nothing to protect from." Villain mused.

They let the conversation lapse, letting the words marinate in Hero's head. Letting their hooks sink deep.

Several emotions flickered on Hero's face. Her loose posture had gone stiff and her body had a subtle tremble.

The fear really ate her and Villain could tell. Whatever caused such a desperate want for approval had to have been traumatic. Villain found joy at that. If it was deeply rooted enough they could have the hero tight in their grasp for quite a long time.

A surprised gasp slipped from Villain's lips as Hero's boot lifted.

She stepped back so Villain could stand. Unease plastered her features. "I need you."

Villain gave her one of their best honeypot smiles. "I'm willing to make a deal that benefits both of us, if you're willing to let me crack some eggs for this omlet."

Hero hesitantly met their eyes. "I- but-" Hesitation, fear, shame. "...okay...okay, let's make a deal."

"Yes!" Villain clapped their hands with a small chuckle. "They'll love you your whole life, I'll make sure of it."

#my writing #writeblr #single scene #villain #hero #hero and villain #corrupt hero #manipulation #I Need You #<- title #spat this out between customers at work #no edit we perish like men

[satoshy12]

Ex-Pariah Wonder

Ex-lovers Wonder Woman and Pariah Dark Crack pairing Young Pariah Dark looked like a older Danny as Phantom. (think of Gojo, TYBW Toshiro(adult)) Wonder Woman was Pariah Dark's ex-girlfriend, as he was younger 1,000 years ago, and a pretty nice hero. But that changed after he took the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage, and well, that did go insane and started to change. From his old silver-haired look to Giant with green hair and Tyrant (think of the Ice King Adventure Time for what the Crown did to Pariah), And then centuries were gone, and she didn't think much of her ex other than that he was imprisoned last she heard. But now a cult is trying to summon him, who was still insane, to her world. + So imagine Diana as the cult trying to summon not her ex but has failed badly. As the small boy who looked like the child version of Pariah came out, with the silver hair, green eyes, and his smile, he had the ring of rage on his finger!! Was this Pariah`s child? He would never give away the ring or something similar. But then she saw him turn into a black-haired and blue-eyed boy that looked similiar to her. Did he, while crazy, create the boy? I mean they talked about children and had the clay. But first, take away the ring; she saw what it did to Pariah firsthand. + Danny had been on the run since he stole the ring from Vlad. And I was now in this new place; it was pretty cool to see other heroes. He would find a good place to throw this ring, like the Observants and Clockwork wanted from him. How hard will it be to find a black hole when you have alien heroes here that can help him find one? Vlad would never find it!

#danny phantom #dc #dcau #dc comics #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dp + dc #dp #Ring of Rage #Justice League #vlad master #wonder woman #pariah dark #Pariah Dark x Diana #once a Hero Pariah dark #corrupted by Crown and Ring #ex-hero #Clockwork #Observants #Toshiro or Gojo look for hero Pariah Dark #Ice King like insanity for Pariah Dark #crack pairing #crack #crackship #Pariah Wonder

[the-starlit-authoress]

Villain clutched their undoubtedly broken ribs and stared up at Superhero from their position on the ground. Their glare would be more effective were it not so pained.

Superhero stared back idly, as if dealing with a minor annoyance. "Any last words before I rid this world of your pathetic existence?"

"I thought heroes didn't kill people."

"Yes, well. Not officially." Superhero delivered a hard kick to Villain's jaw, knocking them down. "But accidents happen."

Villain spit out the fresh blood in their mouth and tried to stop their head from spinning. "Does the agency know their trophy hero is a murderer?"

Superhero smiled. "Oh, darling. Who do you think handles the coverup?"

So what, were all heroes like this then? Were they morals just an act? Hero wouldn't do this. Their Hero wouldn't. But their Hero wasn't here to save them.

As if reading their mind, Superhero spoke again. "Shame Hero isn't here to see this. I'm sure they'd love to come and give their little speach about being better than our enemies, but they got a little...caught up at the headquarters."

"Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with that?"

Superhero flashed their public smile. The one they gave to the press and city officials. Villain knew their real smile was much darker. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing #hero and villain prompts #hero and villain #writing prompt #superhero #corrupt superhero #corrupt agency #hero agency #hero x villain #villain x hero