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the-sidekick-club · 2 years
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Case of the pockets
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Epilogue  
Written by: @tratieisdabest​​★@heroes-villains-side-blog​​★@just-a-space-rabbit​​    
TW: Prison/containment cell mention
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Everyone was having… thoughts after the latest Sidekick Club meeting. 
Supervillain, who had already escaped from their containment cell (much to the hero agency's confusion) was just as smug as they were when they were being arrested. Back in their lair they were gloating to their employees, "I almost feel bad for everyone else. I'm always three steps ahead, if not more."
Villain was embarrassed and profusely denying to Villain Sidekick that they had any feelings for Hero.
Villain Sidekick was confused; if Villain wasn’t upset about a plan failing, were Hero Sidekick and Henchman really right? No, it couldn't be; even if it wasn’t their plan, Villain still could’ve been upset about Hero having a better advantage due to their new pockets… but still, they didn’t feel as sure as before. 
But the Heroes, oh those two, this new information garnered very different reactions from the two.
While Hero Sidekick was still smug (an “I told you so” text was sent more than once to Villain Sidekick, who had threatened to block Hero Sidekick if they kept annoying them. Hero Sidekick told them it was their revenge, and has yet to be unblocked by Vilain Sidekick). 
But Hero was… confused. Both with Villain, and maybe even themselves. 
That night, the two returned to their base, and Hero quickly retired to their room, just thinking over the new information; everything had happened so fast, and because of Henchman challenging Hero’s pockets, they hadn’t really had time to process everything until then. Hero knew their sidekick, and they knew that Hero Sidekick is often right about things. But this just didn't make sense. Or… did it?
“Villain… likes me?” They asked themself aloud in a soft voice, eyes closed. Hero slowly opened them up, gazing out their window in the direction the two heroes had returned from; in the direction of Henchman’s apartment; in the direction of Villain. “Well it doesn’t matter because I don’t like them. I mean, they’re my nemesis.” Hero moved to close the curtains of their window… but faltered. “But… they're nice, aren't they? They're so kind and silly with their sidekick, they make the funniest jokes, they have such a sweet smile…" They sighed, giving up on the curtains; they couldn’t bring themself to close them. 
Hoping for a distraction, Hero’s gaze began to wander around their room, till it landed on a flower vase. After a long moment of just staring at the beautiful white bouquet they had bought from their friend’s floral shop; white camellias and white carnations beautifully arranged in a vase, they stood up and slowly made their way toward it. They carefully inspected each one, looking for any imperfections. When Hero found none, they removed the bouquet, fingers trembling, and headed out the window to find Villain. 
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blog-of-frontiers · 8 days
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The thing about Wyll is that he Gets It. He knows the story. He knows the kind of man his father is and the kind of man he was supposed to be. He knew what Mizora was when he made the pact. He knew what it meant. And he was just a kid, and his city needed saving, so he did it, and he paid that price, and even knowing all of that he still tried to appeal to his father for understanding and forgiveness.
He sold his soul to do the right thing. And he was cast out. And he knew what character that should have made him.
He knows the story he's in, and every day he chooses who he wants to be instead.
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autocrats-in-love · 3 months
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Prompt (240)
“So, what are your symptoms?” The hero’s doctor asked.
“Heart palpitations, sweating, stomachaches. My body just goes berserk whenever I see them,” the hero said.
The doctor rolled their eyes. They were getting sick of heroes falling for their villains and blaming it on an illness.
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gingerly-writing · 1 year
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Prompt #3368
“Your boss has a crush on you,” the hero informed them, then added, more gently, “Your boss has always had a crush on you. We all knew that. We all thought you knew that.”
“But- no. Me? No. He’s a supervillain. I’m just a henchmen.”
“You’re his right hand and the love of his life. Go to him.” The hero smiled softly. “Make both of you happy.”
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Prompt #33
Rich Villain: I'll give up crime and even give you half of everything
Hero: Everything, everything?
Villain: Everything, everything. Just sign this to make it official
Hero: *looks over the form* Everything seems in order — wait... this is a marriage contract...
Inspired by Lego Movie 2
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shigaraki: *looking at hawks’ application* supposedly why should I even accept him into the league?
dabi: i mean... he know things
shigaraki: things, huh? isn’t it just like you think he’s hot or something?
dabi: NO!
shigaraki: ...sure
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alaraxia · 10 months
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of course you have white hair and trauma
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keikiri-kitten · 1 year
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a/n: rambling about shouto!
Shouto loves to stare at you, touch you and simply be with you. 
He’s sitting right beside you as you’re aimlessly engaging in conversation with his sister on the couch of the Todoroki family home. The sound of his own name oozes from the tip of your tongue and while you typically consider yourself a quick speaker, it runs slowly like molasses. Meeting you was merely an accident. He knows that falling for a victim he saved was against the rules but he couldn’t help but set that constraint ablaze when he made sure you were safe. He’s a hero now. Overstepping boundaries is sort of his thing. Consider it one of the most in touch plans he’s had in a while. Falling in love with you was like a manifestation. It was destined– luckily you happened to follow suit. He wonders how he was blessed with a gentle soul to love and accept him while setting aside the bells and whistles. The young pro shifts a bit in his seat and shoves his hands in between his thighs out of insecurity. You can feel his body leaning in with the heat that radiates off of him. His chin plants on your shoulder while he continues to hear you ramble about whatever he was involved in. His beating heart is pumping faster and his face is burning brighter than his quirk could ever. If he allows himself to get out of his head anytime soon, he would be able to realize that he’s losing his breath. Your back becomes a wall for him to rest; he’s obviously leaning on you for a reason. 
The curve of your body, the twitch in your hands and the tapping of your foot all caught his eye. Shouto knows you can get a bit nervous talking to the older sister. The second mother. There’s a comforting heat that presses right below your ear as he rests his cheek right on the back of your head. Lanky fingers on his left hand slipped from between the fullness of his thighs before they scooped around the plush of your waist. He takes a moment to dig his fingertips in your stomach in hopes to make it feel more real. There’s nothing he wants more than to comfort you like you have done for him. Never in his life would he have expected to be cuddling anyone in front of his family despite the odd looks from his brothers. There’s a doe eyed look from Natsuo and a “fucking sick,” from Touya. Shouto pays them no mind. You’ve become such a safe haven to hide away in, it didn’t matter where you both were. You’re his refuge– a place of solace.
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seafoam-icecream · 6 months
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“Nobody says no to me.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”
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moodyvoid · 1 year
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You lose your phone and ask Tomura if you can borrow his to call and find it. When you type in your name, it pops up in his contacts with a heart emoji next to it.
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puddleslimewrites · 1 year
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Haircut (Prompt #2)
Villain forced themself to keep still as Hero drew near. They took a lock of Villain's bangs between their fingers, a smile playing on their lips.
"You cut your hair," Hero hummed.
Villain avoided locking eyes with them. "I just...felt like trying something different."
Hero smirked, not buying the excuse for a second. "It suits you."
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patchworkorphan · 2 months
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Civilian x Crush kidnapped
TW: lady whump, lady whumpee, male whumpers, multiple whumpers, broken bones, kidnapping, kidnap whump, physical violence against a woman,
please be aware of the tags and don't engage if you don't like lady whump! Thank you :)
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It was pouring out, Civilian realised with a groan, resting her forehead against the office window. “Another late night, Civilian?”
Civilian turned her head to see her crush stopped in the middle of the cubicle, his sweater draped over the crook of his elbow. He was just in his tee shirt that showed his defined arms.
That was just unfair, Civilian thought. Why does he have to have a nice face and body?
“Yeah. I’m trying to finish the report on the increase of Villain activity.”
Crush hummed with a nod and a pretty smile. “It seems we’re always the last two to leave,” said Crush.
“Probably because we have no lives,” Civilian said with a small laugh. Oh god she just said that. Out loud. To her crush. When he was probably gonna think she was a weird, boring loser now. Great. Perfect. And it started to rain heavier. Perfect. As if on cue.
To her utter surprise Crush laughed in reply, and not a forced laugh, like a proper, real one. Civilian could listen to that laugh all day.
“You don’t have to expose us like that, Civilian,” said Crush with a small shake of his head. He cleared his throat and then turned his body more towards Civilian. “Since we’re both workaholics and have no lives, how would you like to grab a drink with me?”
“Now?” Civilian asked, eyes going wide.
She looked like shit, and probably smelled like ink.
“Yeah. Now. Why not? I mean… like only if you want to…”
“Yeah, no. Now works,” said Civilian with a smile and Crush’s shoulders relaxed. Civilian quickly shut down her computer and started to gather her things before putting her jacket on and grabbing her crossbody bag before walking to Crush. He gestured towards the lifts and Civilian smiled and walked with him.
When they got into the lift, Crush pressed the ground floor button and the pair of them leaned against the back wall in silence.
Then they both tried to fill the silence at the same time.
“So what do—”
“This report you’re—”
Then they laughed and both said: “you go first.”
Civilian laughed again as a blush climbed Crush’s neck and coloured his cheeks pink. “I was asking,” Civilian continued. “What keeps you in so late every night?”
“Oh,” said Crush, then opened his mouth and a hesitant hum fell from his lips. His eyes almost nervous at Civilian’s question. “Okay, look. You can’t say it to anyone—”
“My lips are sealed,” said Civilian innocently, miming locking her mouth shut.
Crush smiled and leaned in closer to Civilian his voice dropping to a whisper, “you know the new guy? He covers politics…”
“Oh yeah. I’ve seen him around,” said Civilian, eyes bright as she looked at Crush.
“Yeah. He is such a shit writer,” said Crush and Civilian let out a startled laugh. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny. I’m in late every night trying to fix it up and make it presentable.”
“No rest for the wicked,” said Civilian with a grin. Crush laughed.
“No,” he agreed. “We must be very wicked.”
“Extremely,” said Civilian, then as the doors open, she looked straight ahead as she added, “I’m going to tell him what you said.”
“Ah no. You can’t do that! I’m supposed to be an unbiased editor.”
“Still,” Civilian teased. Crush grabbed Civilian’s arm, stopping her from going out into the cold wet night. Civilian looked at his hand then up at Crush as he pulled an umbrella from his bag. He stepped out first into the little roofed area and opened the umbrella, holding it high enough for them both to fit under.
Civilian said, “you’re so prepared.”
Crush shook his head. “I just listen to the weather after the news.”
“Then what surprise is left in life, Crush?”
Crush brought her to his local bar just down the road, The Public Domain. Crush told her that a lot of lawyers around the area come drink here too. Civilian smiled politely. Crush always had a good network of people that he trusted for his sources. It always seemed like a secret, and now that he was bringing Civilian here, it felt… well, like he was willing to share it with her.
The bar was buzzing with chatter and life. The smell of carpet dust and stale beer greeted their senses the moment they stepped into it. Crush held the door open with his foot, shaking the excess rain off the umbrella before closing it. He smiled slightly when he caught Civilian’s eye and nodded towards the bar. Civilian got the hint and walked up to it with him. The bar was quaint and bustling with patrons, chatting animatedly, laughter occasionally punctuating the conversations leaving a nice rhythmic lull to the pub.
The barman grinned when he saw Crush. “Another late night, Crush?”
Crush’s hand went to the nape of his neck and rubbed it bashfully, it endeared Civilian to him even more if that was possible.
“Yeah, you got me.”
“The usual?” the barman asked, and Crush smiled and said, “yes. A Guinness please and—” Crush said, looking back at Civilian. He leaned into the barman and held up two fingers. “Actually, two please.”
“Two Guinnesses,” said Crush again, and took out his wallet as did Civilian. Crush pushed her hand back and said: “put that away, I’m getting it. We’re here on my invitation.”
“Fine. I get the next round,” said Civilian.
Crush cocked an eyebrow at her. “So confident we’ll have another.”
“I’m just ensuring you know what you’re in for,” said Civilian with a wink. She thanked Crush for the drink, and they went to a small booth in the back. The conversation flowed easy, easier than Civilian flirting with him in the printer room. Or at the office offering to get Crush a coffee from the canteen because she was going anyway. It was better, more intimate.
The conversation got back to work on her third round of drinks and Crush’s smile was far better looking and almost irresistible. Civilian realised halfway through a story Crush was telling her of work that she could just reach over the table and crush her lips to his and all would be well.
His lips stopped moving, then turned up into a grin. “Civilian?”
“Yeah?”
“I was wondering when you got into current affairs?” Crush asked, his husky laugh making an appearance. Civilian blushed at being caught staring.
“Oh,” said Civilian, trying to think back to when she got interested in current events. “I mean… with all the Hero/ villain stories going around, and our paper not really being Pro or Anti Heroes I just wanted to start reporting the facts. As it happened, so people can witness the unbiased information, the before and after, and make up her own minds about it.”
“And?” Crush asked and Civilian let out a small laugh, lifting her hands in a shrug.
“And… Alice liked the idea and told me to handle the Hero–Villain side of things. It got a lot of positive feedback from our readers too.”
Crush leaned in, resting his elbows on the table. “But why were you interested in it to begin with?”
“I was reading about Hero and how good it is that we have them to help us and stop the Villains running around our city. Praising them to the brim, it was bordering on sycophantic…” Civilian trailed off, taking a sip of her Guinness. Crush smiled and reached over the table, wiping some of the foam off of Civilian’s upper lip with her thumb.
It was as if the world had frozen in that moment between them. Civilian’s heart stopped beating for a fleeting second that stretched into eternity. Crush retracted his hand and licked the foam from his thumb with a secretive smile.
Civilian’s face burned redder than cherries, her cheeks heating up. From all the drinking, Civilian told herself, not anything else. Not how hot Crush was, not at all… they barely noticed.
“And you didn’t like that?” Crush asked with his perfect knowing smile. He knew exactly what caused the blush covering Civilian’s face scarlet and continued on the conversation while they were distracted. As if he didn’t do anything at all.  
Oh no Civilian loved that, she wanted to get more foam on her lip just so he could wipe it off again.
What were they talking about again? Oh god, she was making it so obvious. Think Civilian! Oh yes, Heroes and Villains, oh god, she was making it so obvious. Play it cool, Civilian.  
SPEAK CIVILIAN! A voice screamed at her from the back of her mind, and she blushed again.
“No,” said Civilian, turning the clammy glass around in her hands. She continued thoughtfully, “I don’t like when things get shoved down my throat before I know what shit they’re shovelling. Turns out the Hero agency had donated a very generous sum to the publication and that’s why there was a sudden exposé on how good Heroes were.”
Crush sat back when Civilian stopped talking, a small hidden thing twinkling behind his smile. “What?” Civilian asked, cocking her brow.
“Nothing,” Crush said with his handsome smile.
“No what? What’s that smile for?”
“I just didn’t realise you were so passionate about Heroes and villains from reading your pieces. It’s… you’re very surprising, Civilian.”
Civilian bowed her head and Crush laughed, getting to his feet. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
Civilian nodded, following Crush out of the booth then out the door to the pub. It had stopped raining. A sheen of water covering the streets the only remnant that it had ever rained. So, when water splashed on the pair of them from a passing car, they could do nothing but laugh.
That laugh got cut off as into a scream as something suddenly slammed into Crush. Civilian whirled a scream of horror in her throat. “Crush!”
Civilian was running after him, deeper into a side street, shoes splashing the puddles up her feet. At the bottom of the alley Civilian saw Crush engaged in a struggle with someone. Civilian pulled pepper spray from her bag and ran up on the pair.
Crush’s eyes found Civilian and widened as he yelled: “Civilian! No— ngh, run! Go!”
“Civilian, hmm?” Civilian turned on her heel, pepper spray aimed and ready at the newcomer, but her wrist was caught in the attacker’s hand, and he twisted it roughly. Civilian cried out, as her attacker twisted her wrist further and plucked the pepper spray from her hand with ease. Her only defence. “How lovely to make your acquaintance.”
Civilian’s eyes went hard, and she balled her hand into a fist. She found her centre in her feet, bending her knees slightly. Then twisted her whole body with the slap that she threw straight for the attacker’s cheek.
The attacker simply caught that wrist too, smiling down at her with a grin that exposed too many teeth. Civilian yanked her wrists down, trying to break free of his grip, but her attacker yanked her forward suddenly and Civilian stumbled, her balance thrown off. Her attacker spun her, so her back was to the attacker’s front, her arm twisted behind her back and pinned there. Then there was a gentle hand on her throat, holding her head up, and when Civilian tried to struggle the attacker lifted her captured arm higher and Civilian cried out.
“Crush. You might want to stop,” said the man holding Civilian. The scuffle came to a pause, Crush’s head lifting to see Civilian and whoever was holding her. His eyes narrowing at the person behind Civilian, but he stopped fighting, nonetheless. Then he got a punch to the face for good measure from his attacker.
“I think…” the man behind Civilian said, “we’re all going to go for a drive, hmm?”
“No,” said Civilian. They were in a public place. Her best weapon was her lungs. So, Civilian opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs for “Help! Help! Somebody help us! Police! Ple-”
The coolness of a blade biting into her neck cut her off. “Keep screaming, they’re so pretty… but I would hate for my knife to slip…”
“Okay. Right Hand,” Crush said, glancing between Civilian and Right hand behind Civilian. “I’ll go with you, just… just let Civilian go.”
A rumbling chuckle from behind Civilian sent a shiver ran down her spine. “Oh no, no, no, Crush. Civilian’s coming along to make sure you behave.”
Civilian’s blood went cold as she looked at Crush’s resolve shattering right in front of her eyes. She wanted to fight. She wanted Crush to fight. To try. To struggle to punch to do something…
“Henchmen take Crush, don’t worry. He won’t put up a fight,” Civilian was pushed forward, and she resisted. Her hand was twisted further up her back, and she winced as she was forced a stepped forward.
“Keep walking or I’ll break your arm, Civilian,” Right Hand said into Civilian’s ear. Civilian obeyed because what else could she do?
At the end of the alley there was a black car parked where they had come in. Which meant these guys had been following them… for how long? Right hand kept pushing Civilian forward and when they got to the car, he pushed Civilian into the backseat then slammed the door shut. They did the same to Crush on the other side and Civilian’s panicked eyes went to Crush who just whispered: “everything will be all right.”
“Why do I get the feeling you know these people?” Civilian whispered back. Her hand went to the door trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. Child locked, no doubt. Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck is going on? Crush opened her mouth to reply when the two front doors opened and their attackers, Henchman and Right hand, got into the front of the car.
Henchman was in the driver’s seat and took off, while Right Hand turned in his seat and smiled at Civilian. She couldn’t really tell his features from here. It was too dark. Did he have blue eyes? Or brown? And his hair… she’d need to remember something concrete to tell the police when she get free.
If they get free.
“Sorry to interrupt your date, Civilian.”
“Go fuck yourself, Right Hand,” Civilian said in reply. Right hand just laughed and stared forward again.
“You got a keeper there, Crush. You tell her who you are? Or does the little reporter want to figure it out all by themselves?”
Civilian looked out her window, but it was all blacked out. She couldn’t even see her own reflection. Of course. Of fucking course.
Crush spoke next. “Right Hand, let Civilian go, okay? I’ll come willingly.”
“You’re coming willingly now, Crush.”
“For now,” Crush threatened, his voice taking on a completely different tone than Civilian was ever used to. Ever knew Crush was capable of.
“Put your claws back in,” said Right Hand dismissive. “We’re almost there now anyways. Besides… you wouldn’t risk putting poor Civilian in danger by trying to stop the car and be a hero now, would you?”
Civilian glanced at Crush from the corner of her eye, her heart hammering in her chest but he wouldn’t look at her. Civilian put her hand out, resting it on the middle seat. Crush put his hand in theirs, lacing his fingers through hers and squeezing gently.
When the car stopped Henchman and Right Hand got out of the car. Civilian’s door opened first, and she was grabbed by the arm and pulled out. She looked into the face of Right Hand, who was still smiling down at her. She mustered up her best glare in return. Right Hand just pushed her in front of him again and told her to walk.
Civilian did just that, trying to take in everything around her. Figure out where they were but all she saw was a garage made of cinder bricks and concrete floors. Then a door opened to them, and Right Hand pushed her through. It just led to a larger room. A man stood at the opposite wall, his back to them as they entered. Right Hand’s grip tightened on Civilian’s arm when he felt Civilian almost stop.
“The prodigal son returns,” said Right Hand to the man ahead of them. Civilian looked over their shoulder, trying to find Crush, but a hand squeezed her cheeks and dragged their gaze to face forward again.
Crush spoke and Civilian’s head flooded with relief. He was still here. Civilian wasn’t alone. They were fine. He was fine.
“I’m not saying shit until you let Civilian go,” said Crush to the room. Then a grunt of pain and Civilian shot forward to help and was yanked back by her hair with a yelp.
The man finally turned to face the group and Civilian’s breath caught in her throat. That was Supervillain. That man was the Supervillain. Civilian and Crush were taken here to see Supervillain?! But then that means the person holding Civilian was… Right hand… Supervillain’s right hand. Civilian felt all the blood drain from her face as a small laugh sounded above her. Civilian took an involuntary step back, but just hit Right Hand’s chest.
“Oh, not so brave now, are we?” Right hand asked and Civilian couldn’t find it in herself to reply.
Supervillain approached them. Fine shoes clacking off concrete, echoing. Civilian didn’t dare breathe as Supervillain came closer and closer to her. Supervillain was taller than Civilian. Taller. Broader. Crueller. Instead of going to Crush he walked right up to Civilian and Right hand pushed her forward, letting go of her hair and arm.
Civilian felt very cold and exposed like this. She nearly missed Right Hand’s brutal hold on her. Supervillain looked down at her without a hint of an expression on his face. He looked almost alien. Cold.
Supervillain took Civilian’s hand in his and pulled it up as if to inspect it. Civilian let him. She hated herself for it, but Supervillain killed people, this wasn’t a time to be brave.
“You’ve been gone too long, Crush,” said Supervillain simply. His voice sent shivers down Civilian’s spine. Then Civilian was screaming, white hot pain burst behind her eyes as a resounding crack tore through her hand. Her legs went to jelly, and she wanted to be sick, but she just put her other hand out for support against the only other solid thing there: which happened to be Supervillain.
“LET HER GO! She has nothing to do with this!” Crush yelled. Distantly Civilian was aware of the scuffle behind her. That Crush was probably trying to get to her, but it didn’t matter because that wouldn’t stop the pain in her wrist from burning.
“Are you going to keep making demands, Crush? Because there are 206 bones in Civilian’s body, and I can break as many as you need to remind you of who has the power here.”
Civilian was shivering at the threat. Or the pain. She didn’t know.
“Please…” Crush again. “Please let them go.”
“No,” said Supervillain, and Civilian wanted to throw up. She wasn’t sober enough to deal with this shit. A hand on her chin tilted her head up to look Villain in the eye. “Just a hairline fracture, my dear. Nothing to worry about. Right hand?”
Civilian felt Right hand’s hand on her shoulder again and she nearly sagged against him. “If Crush decides to make any more demands break something else of her.”
“I won’t,” Crush said quickly, the words rushed out panicky and desperate. Then cleared his throat and said again: “I won’t, sir.”
“Good,” said Supervillain, eyes going between the two of his captives. “Let’s begin again then, shall we?”
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serickswrites · 2 months
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So Good
Warnings: explosion, crush injury, blood, unclear character status
Sidekick looked on in horror as the charges went off in the building, bringing it down in a fiery explosion. With Villain still inside.
Supervillain had lured Villain and Sidekick there. Had lured the two of them there to try and convince Villain to abandon their cause and fight against Supervillain and all they stood for. But Villain hadn't budged.
And so Supervillain had only one option. They set the charges they rigged up earlier in the nearest apartment building to blow in ten minutes. Supervillain knew that Villain could not bear to let any innocent civilians be harmed. Knew that and made sure that Villain would be caught between two terrible options: chase and fight them, thereby condemning hundreds of innocent civilians to death, or let Supervillain go and try and save as many civilians as they could.
Villain had only one choice.
Sidekick's was sweating within minutes as they and Villain made countless trips in and out of the building, rescuing those that couldn't get out in time. "Just one more floor," Villain said breathlessly. "Just one more floor."
"There's no time. It's going to blow any moment now. We're sure to have gotten everyone out. I called up the stairs before I brought the last of the floor below. No one answered. No one is there, Villain. " Sidekick was already nervous that they cut it this close.
Villain gave Sidekick a sidelong glance. "I have to be sure. Stay here. I'll be quick. Promise."
"Villain, wait!" But Sidekick was talking to air. Villain had taken off, faster than Sidekick had ever seen them move before. Sidekick couldn't breathe through their anxiety as the seconds ticked by. It was close. Too close.
Sidekick breathed a sigh of relief as they saw a figure in the doorway running. Villain had cleared the floor. "Took you--" the words died on Sidekick's tongue as their mouth went dry.
It was not Villain running out of the building. A civilian ran quickly, stumbling slightly. "Where's Villain?" Sidekick demanded as they grabbed the civilian by the shoulders.
The civilian stepped back. "They wanted to check....check the rest of the floor," the civilian panted. "They flew me down most of the way, but went back. I think there's no one there. I don't know. I'm the last one. I know I am. I don't know where they are."
Sidekick turned back to the building, a sinking feeling in their gut. Villain had to be ok. Villain would be ok. "Call for disaster relief. Get help here. Now!"
But as the building exploded, Sidekick feared the worst. The civilians scattered, their terror palpable. "NOOOOO!" They roared as they surged forward. Sidekick couldn't leave Villain in there. Couldn't leave them behind.
"Villain! Villain! Say something! Anything!" Sidekick shouted as they waded through the rubble, looking for any sign of Villain. "VILLAIN!"
They used their power to put out every fire they came across. There were little fires everywhere, but no sign of Villain. Villain had to be ok. "VILLAIN!" They shouted once again. Now that the roar of the fires had died down, perhaps they would hear Villain.
Sidekick strained to hear. There was a slight scratching sound coming from below them to the left. "Hold on, Villain! I'm here! I've got you." Sidekick began shifting rubble aside.
It took Sidekick a while to clear the rubble enough before they could see Villain's face. Villain was bleeding along their hairline and blood dripped from the corner of their lips. Their breathing was labored, but they were breathing. "Villain! Hold on, I've got you. Hold on." Sidekick let relief flood them as they realized Villain was alive.
"'s'kay S-S-S-Siiiiiidekickkkkk," Villain said, finally getting enough air to speak.
"Where are you hurt? Can you feel your fingers and toes? How many fingers am I holding up?" The words tumbled hastily from Sidekick's mouth.
"I-I-I fffffeelllll th-th-them-em-em. H-H-Hurts. C-C-Can'ttttt breathe-the-the-the." They closed their eyes against the pain.
Sidekick cleared enough rubble around Villain's head, neck, and shoulders that they could cradle Villain's head. "Shhhh, I'm here. I've got you. Help is on the way." They stroked Villain's cheek as they spoke.
It was the only thing Sidekick could say. They knew, and Villain had to know, that Villain's injuries were catastrophic. If help didn't arrive soon to help Sidekick pull Villain from the rubble, Sidekick wasn't sure that the medics in their medbay would be able to save Villain.
But they had to save Villain. Villain had to be ok. They needed Villain to be ok.
"Did....did....did ev'ryonnnne g'outtttt?" Villain asked weakly. They coughed, blood spewing from their lips as they coughed.
Sidekick nodded, but realized Villain couldn't see them. "Yeah. You got them all out. You did good, Villain. You," Sidekick fought not to sob, "you did so good."
Villain sighed with relief. "G-G-Good." They closed their eyes again. "'m c-c-c-coldddd, Si'ki." Their labored breathing began to slow.
Sidekick tapped Villain's cheek. "None of that, Villain. Help is almost here. Keep awake. Keep awake. You have to stay awake. You have to see all the civilians you saved. You did so good, Villain. You have to see what you did." Tears flowed freely down Sidekick's cheek, dripping onto Villain's upturned face.
But Villain did not reply.
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Prompt (245)
The villain stared at the hero.
“Did you just say I’m hot?”
The hero squeaked, cheeks burning. “Like, objectively. Don’t think too deep into it.”
But it was too late. The villain was already smiling.
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gingerly-writing · 2 years
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Prompt #3167
“So, date any supermodels lately? I saw you walked the catwalk in Milan. Pretty girls fawning all over you.”
The hero paused their attempts to wriggle out of the ropes tying them to the chair. “Mmm, no. Not really my type.”
“Oh, you have a type?” the villain teased. “Dangerous information to share there, hero. I could have a honeypot ready by next week.”
“Ah, somehow I doubt it. My tastes are somewhat...singular.”
“Only one person good enough for you, hmm? Let me guess. A young Brad Pitt lookalike. Oh, no, wait, that gorgeous blonde from the morning news? I could kidnap her for you if you like, set up a dashingly heroic first meeting.”
“Nah,” the hero said dryly. “Not even close. You’re never going to guess right, I guarantee it.”
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How to kiss someone on Villaintine's Day!
Featuring Villain and Hero! (based on that one joke)
Villain: How to kiss someone
Villain: Grab their waist
Villain: Slip your hand into their pocket
Villain: Steal their wallet
Villain: Don't even kiss them
Villain: Just run
Hero: Villain, NO.
Villain: What? Is that not how you kiss? 
Villain: Aww, guess I'm out of practice
Villain: Hero, will you help me practice my kissing? 😇
Villain: Is there another way?
Villain: Why don't you show me, Hero? 😇
Villain: Or don’t you know how to kiss?
“You know what? Sure.” Hero was so done with Villain's shenanigans. They just wanted a nap and this seemed like a good enough way to shut them up for good. 
“Wha—” 
Before Villain could say another word, Hero had cupped their face in their hands. Looking over their shoulder, they called out to the sidekicks, “Take notes 'cause I’ll only do this once.” Villain was getting redder by the second, but Hero didn't seem to notice, or they didn't care.  
“I-I—”
Hero completely ignored Villain’s stuttering, they were just struggling to stay awake right now. “So. You put your hands on their cheeks, gently.” They loosened their grip. “A good way to know is to imagine you're rubbing their tears with your thumbs. Well, ideally there won’t be any tears but the soft touch is still appreciated." Hero gently wiped away imaginary tears from Villain’s face, unaware that Villain had stopped breathing.
“Now, hm,” Hero got on their tiptoes, “Hm, sorry, Villain. Guess you're a bit too tall for me.” They turned to the sidekicks. “Hey, Villain Sidekick, can you come here? I think your height would do better.” Villain Sidekick didn’t even get a chance to blush before Villain abruptly dropped to their knees. Hero turned around. “Huh. Guess that’ll do. Thanks, V.”
They leaned down nonchalantly, all while Villain’s heart was pounding. Their face felt so hot, and they just knew that Hero could feel it with their hands still calmly holding their face.
“So, you’ve got your hands gently holding their face. You wipe their tears or just caress their face, again, gently. Then, watch. Villain, you too,” Hero kissed Villain’s forehead ever so softly. “This is how you kiss”, then their left cheek, “and this is how you kiss,” before bringing their lips ever so close to Villain’s own, “and... let me tell you a secret,” they whispered, their mouth curving into a smile, lips hovering right over Villain's. “I... I... I don’t know how to kiss either,” they said with a smirk, following it with a quick peck on Villain’s right cheek before immediately dropping their hands.
Oh, the look on Villain's face... thankfully, the sidekicks had their phone cameras on and were excellent note takers.
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This is so silly, I don't even know
Scheduled this on 21st August 2022 for 14th Feb 2023 while talking to @world-of-fire-and-flight about it here
Me using romance tropes I don't like to make the (non) romance trope I do like -- which is no romance! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! 😈
Villain is Spiderman in this lol:
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