#civilian

[avvail]

supervillain x their super oblivious civilian lover

original ask submitted by @save-the-villainous-cat for the ask game!

“Morning, baby,” the civilian yawns wearily as they plod into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes softly. The supervillain turns in a beat, smiles, and then focuses their attention back onto the pans over the stove.

“Good morning, my love,” they answer smoothly, not stopping from flipping over a pancake when they feel arms wrap around their waist and a forehead nuzzle into their back. “Have a good sleep?”

The civilian nods, sighing. “Yeah. I didn’t even feel you come back last night.”

That’s because the supervillain didn’t, but they wouldn’t tell them that, of course. Once the pancake is flipped, they turn and cup their cheeks, kissing their lips softly.

The civilian looks at them and smiles happily, and the supervillain almost wants to drop the breakfast and whisk them right back to bed.

“Another late night at the office?”

The supervillain chuckles, like that’s funny. It is, a little bit. Their lover was too naive for their own good, and the idea that they would be content with an office job was quite amusing.

“Unfortuantly,” they simply respond, and the civilian huffs, like they’re offended themselves.

“They can’t keep doing that, you know,” they pout, eyes fluttering slightly when the supervillain brushes some hair from their face. “Can’t you complain so I get to spend more time with you? You’re always so busy.”

They peel away, reluctantly, and the supervillain sees the playful pout on their lips, smiling to themselves.

“The overtime is criminal,” the supervillain smirks, and the civilian laughs, shuffling away.

“You’re funny.”

The supervillain turns back to the stove, checking on the pancakes. They have some bacon and egg on the go, simply because they feel the need to spoil their lover like there was no tomorrow. They were theirs, after all, all their obliviousness aside. They just didn’t know it.

The civilian hums softly to themselves as they set the table and pour some drinks, and the supervillain relaxes into the tune. It makes them work more efficiently, until they’re dishing up, and letting their eyes linger on their pretty lover easily.

“Wanna eat and watch TV?” The civilian asks, an eager glimmer in their eye. “Unless you have to rush...”

The supervillain was their own boss – it didn’t really matter to them, not when the civilian didn’t even notice their lackluster “office hours”. They kiss their head, herding them into the lounge.

“Go on, then,” they smile, handing them their plate and watching them get comfortable on the couch with a little smile. The supervillain joins them, and they attatch themselves to their side like glue, but the supervillain doesn’t mind. They eat their fill of bacon and an omelette, while their civilian shovels added pancakes into their mouth as well.

Sometime during a programme, the supervillain’s phone rings. The civilian’s head lifts in curiosity, and they answer it. It’s work related, but they don’t leave the room, letting their hand gently card through their lovers hair as a distraction. Not that they needed it.

“Uh huh, and that’ll be ready to use by tomorrow, will it?” They absentmindedly question, their annoyance piqued by the delay of their supplies. “Just don’t fuck up the encryption. It’s sensitive, one wrong move and it’ll be your head, do you understand?”

They end the call, and the civilian shifts, glancing at them with an amused smirk. “Encryptions? Sounds fancy.”

The supervillain laughs. Not because it was funny, but just because the civilian was absolutely clueless. They lean forward, kissing their head, a roaming hand landing on their thigh.

“You know what?” The supervillain drawls. “I think I’ll have today off.”

The civilian frowns softly. “That’s the fifth time in the past two weeks. This is why they’re keeping you late, you know.”

They shut them up with a kiss, and the civilian doesn’t complain. They never do – the supervillain could destroy the city, and their clueless little lover would be by their side every step of the way.

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[saltydumplings]

Hi, I’m not really sure how this works but I was wondering if you could write a lil short story/snippet of villain x reporter were villain find reporter following then after a big battle?

thank you in advance!! 💙

Oh my god I did it. I wrote a request for the first time in months, oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god--

Request #29

There was blood on their left shoulder. The villain huffed in annoyance, wiping at the stain with one hand and grimacing when it smudged.

That fight had been unnecessary.

The hero had instigated it - the villain giving them ample opportunity to stand down but their enemy was stubborn. Almost stupidly so. They took one look at the villain and decided that they couldn't possibly go one second longer without punching them in the face.

And, of course, the media would paint it as their fault. Because if the villain so much as breathed anywhere near the city centre then obviously their intentions were nothing short of nefarious. No, the villain didn't need to go grocery shopping at all: those bananas were clearly going to be the foundation for their next evil scheme - crucial some might say.

The villain groaned to themself as they walked down the alleyway, using their clean hand to pinch the bridge of their nose.

So much food had been wasted.

So much damage had been caused and for what?

If they were being honest, they weren't entirely sure if it was worth it anymore. If the cause that had led them to where they were still held out strong enough to reason days like this - destruction like this. Common destruction; everyday, needless, a mere swipe upon the hero's page but an ugly blot upon their own. The villain was supposed to be fighting for change but it seemed that everything they did only made the walls they were trying to tear down stronger. They were enabling the very thing they stood against and all the while they were hurting the people they were trying to save - trying to free from a society that never thought of them twice.

At this point, it was better to simply retire and let things return to the way they were. And, if in their misery they figured out a better way then perhaps they could try again...

The villain came to a sudden stop, wondering if they would truly give in right there and then, only to freeze at the sound of movement behind them. A short, scuffling noise - someone attempting to hide and not doing a very good job of it.

Surely the hero hadn't followed them?

The villain turned about, surveying the empty alley behind them, their gaze quickly honing in on a stack of crates. They waited patiently, silent, watching as their would-be stalker peered out from behind their cover and ducked down twice as fast - a small squeak of realisation echoing off the walls. Even if the villain hadn't seen them, they certainly would have heard that.

They let themself relax somewhat, rationalising that their pursuer was either a civilian or a moron. Perhaps even both...

"You realise that you're not exactly discreet, right?" they said.

There was a pause. A long one.

"I'm going to give you to the count of three," the villain pushed. "Either you come out, or I drag you out. One--"

"No, no! N-No need for dragging!"

The villain felt their brows raising as their stalker revealed themself, quickly springing out from their hiding spot like a startled rabbit. They had been right: civilian and a moron. Though, when it came to members of the press, the villain couldn't really expect much else.

"I-I, um," the reporter stumbled on their words as the villain approached them, hands clutching onto their notepad shakily. "I just had a, er - a f-few questions. I-If that's alright with you, of course..."

Perhaps stubborn was a better word. Tenacious.

The villain had seen the way these people practically hovered around the hero. Had even seen one or two get punched by the crime-fighter out of pure annoyance and yet, still, more persisted to harass them.

None had ever attempted to approach the villain before though. None had ever dared...until now.

They stopped just centimetres away from the other, amused by the way the reporter held their ground even when they were clearly scared out of their mind.

"You get three questions," the villain allowed. "But I won't promise any answers."

The reporter's eyes widened. "W-Wait, only three?" they asked.

"Two now," the villain answered.

A beat.

The reporter floundered, opening and closing their mouth multiple times before hurriedly flicking through their notepad. Clearly they'd had their questions planned out - pages upon pages of them - but now they were having to choose only two.

The villain quirked a brow as they watched, foot starting to tap upon the ground while the seconds ticked by.

"Okay, I- no, no, h-hold on."

The reporter flicked back through their notes again, the villain tolerating it all of about five more seconds before snatching the pad from their hands and holding it out of their reach - the reporter giving a startled squeak before looking up at them with horror.

"G-Give that back," they said.

The villain smirked. "No."

"B-But--"

"But what?"

"I..." the reporter flushed, fingers twitching at their sides. "Could you please just give it back?"

The villain's grin grew sharper. "No. And you have one question left - better choose wisely."

"Wait, but that wasn't- I didn't- i-it--!"

"One question~" the villain chimed.

The reporter settled back into silence. Their gaze flicked between their notepad and the villain that held it, something surprisingly similar to a glare lining their expression. Were they about to...?

They did.

The reporter jumped up and snatched the notepad right from the villain's fingers, darting back immediately and flicking through it with frantic urgency.

Cheeky little--

Where the hell did these people get their courage from?

The villain went to snatch it back but the reporter raised their hand, reading out from the final page in an incomprehensible rush:

"DoyouthinkthatHeroshouldbeheldaccountableforthedamagetheycausewhenfightingyouanddoyoubelievethatthisdamageisnecessarywhenthwartingyourplans?"

The villain stopped. Blinked. "What did you just say to me?"

The reporter swallowed, taking in one steady breath before trying again more slowly. "Do you think that Hero should be held accountable for the damage they cause when fighting you, a-and do you believe that this damage is necessary when thwarting your plans?"

Of all the questions they could have asked, the villain had not expected it to be that. It stunned them: they were so used to people always taking the hero's side that they'd almost forgotten the rush of relief that came with being believed - that little thrill of confidence when you found out you weren't alone.

They paused, eyes wide as they studied the other in a new light. "No," they whispered.

"No?" the reporter questioned. They let themself relax a little - no longer cautious but rather curious.

"No," the villain clarified more strongly. "No: that damage is not necessary. And yes they should be held accountable for it - they shouldn't be allowed to use me as an escape goat for the destruction that they actively cause."

For a moment, the reporter's jaw went slack, fully engrossed in what they were saying. The second the villain stopped though they fumbled about their pockets, quickly fishing out a pen and clicking the lid off - taking a few scribbled notes before staring back up at the villain with shining eyes.

"Anything else?" they asked eagerly.

The villain flushed a little under the attention, and not in a bad way. The more they talked to the reporter the more likeable they became: the villain still thought they were stubborn - foolishly so - but they were beginning to recognise that it was more in a puppy-like way than anything truly annoying; the reporter was cute.

"They'll look for any excuse to attack me," they said, each word a small weight off their chest. "The papers will say that I was the one to initiate but I rarely am - that's just what the government wants you to believe. In fact, I'm sure Hero is instructed to be more reckless purposefully just to paint me in a worse light but that's never been my intention: never has been, never will be."

"I knew it!" the reporter said. Then they blushed when the villain raised a brow at them, ducking their head in a vague attempt to hide behind that tiny notebook of theirs. "I mean, I - I had some, er, speculations..."

The villain hummed. "Good speculations I'd hope."

The red of the reporter's cheeks darkened. "A-Any more comments you'd like to add?" they asked, changing the topic.

The villain had to resist the urge to sigh. Because yes; yes, they did. So many...but they didn't want to dump it all on the reporter at once and run the risk of losing the one person that they'd spoken openly to in years.

"What do you intend to do with this information?" they questioned back. "Do you plan to publish it?"

"W-Well, yes. If that's alright, o-of course." The reporter shuffled a little on their feet, suddenly shy. "Not in any of the major papers though - obviously. I mean, they would never let me... It's for a blog I write online. It's small but I-I like to think that it could grow to something bigger. Something that could, y-you know..."

"Change things?" the villain finished, watching as the reporter gave a small nod. "You want things to change?"

The reporter huffed. "Who doesn't?" they said.

The villain considered that a while. Considered it with a hesitation that they'd never had to deal with before. It was one thing to put themself at risk, it was a whole other thing entirely to then insert someone else into that same mess - to tangle them up in something that they could never get out of.

"How much?" the villain challenged. "How much do you want it?"

A pause.

The reporter swallowed, eyes glancing over the villain's frame in a studious way. "Why do I feel like you're giving me a massive, life-altering choice?"

"Because I am," the villain said simply.

"Oh."

The reporter fell silent again. Their gaze drifted away - focused back on the entrance of the alleyway that they'd followed the villain down before falling once more to stare at the notepad in their hands. They held it just a little tighter, lower lip caught between their teeth as they thought it through.

The villain waited patiently, a small excitement sparking within their chest when the reporter's attention drew back to them.

"More than anything," the other said, finally. "More than I can openly admit."

The other followed their direction without question. "O-Oh, right, yes I-- o-of course!"

The villain nodded. Smiled.

"Alright, then. So be it," they said. "You'll want to put that somewhere safe," they added as an afterthought, gesturing to the notepad in the reporter's hands.

They fumbled to put it away into a bag at their side, the villain watching them carefully as they did it.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?" they asked.

The reporter waved a hand dismissively whilst they struggled with the zip. "What, me? No, no, it - it's all work, work, work. I never really find the time for much else."

"So no one to expect you then?" the villain pursued. "No one you're meant to be seeing?"

"No, I--" The reporter paused, their eyebrows drawing down ever so slightly. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because..."

The villain took a step forward then, hands reaching out to catch onto their shoulders. They pulled the reporter closer, the civilian's face flushing at the sudden contact - the sudden strong contact.

"I'm planning to enact my first official kidnapping," the villain said, "and I want everything to go as smoothly as possible."

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[thechaoticweirdo]

This crap isn't fair.

I am so tired of the villain x hero trope. There's so much of it.

I need a damn fanfic where you're just a normal civilian who somehow caught the attention of a damn supervillain. I need that same supervillain to just propose to make a death ray together. AND I NEED US TO SAY YES. BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK WOULDN'T WANT TO BUILD A DEATH RAY???? I DON'T CARE IF I NEED TO DRESS UP ALL PRETTY OR EVEN DRESS LIKE A GOOFY GOOBER I JUST NEED TO BE NORMAL TURNED VILLAIN BECAUSE A VILLAIN

LIKES US.

Anyways, thank you for coming.

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[epiclamer]

“I wish we could start over.” Civilian mumbled through tears, trying to earn themselves one more look from their hero ex-lover, but Villain saw right through them.

Protectively, they wrapped an arm around the crime-stopper’s deflated shoulders, before they retorted.

“You don’t deserve a second chance.”

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[automeris-io-moth]

Trust like broken glass

“You know I’m not gonna hurt you. I just need that vial,” Villain said, voice low, threatening.  

Civilian stayed quiet, trembling on their spot. Tears of fear, tears of anger made their vision blurry, wiping them away with more force than they intended, fists ready to throw a punch if it came to be. 

“You don’t know what you have in your hands, Hero shouldn’t have given that to you,” the other kept trying to reason, voice forced to remain calm, to remain as lulling as possible, as one speaking to a stray cat under the rain, yet failing miserable with breaths of desperation seeping in their tone.

Villain was right, they did not know what Hero had entrusted them with, but they knew that whatever made their lover break their six months old lie to them, had to be something important, something that, surely, one in business such as those should not have in their power. 

“Civ, please,” their voice grew desperate. “I’m not mad, I’m not gonna hurt you, but a wrong move might make that thing do it. This is not anger, this is worry.” 

Their steps in those boots Civilian liked so much got distressingly closer as they spoke. Civilian had to move. 

Crawling, they moved to the other side of the desk, opening their way to the kitchen. From the kitchen to the back door. From the backdoor to the car, the lights were still on, the door was wide open, the keys had to be still inside. 

“I’m not playing anymore Civilian! Get out from wherever you are or I’m gonna drag you out and leave you in the basement, I swear.” Villain called, ordered, exasperated “You don’t understand what Hero has gotten you in, the danger in which they placed you. They know I won’t hurt you, that’s what they gave you the vial, they don’t care about you, they must hate you for placing that shit upon you.” 

Civilian could hear the spit, could hear the hatred in their voice. 

Civilian crawled owly to the nearest kitchen counter as Villain looked behind the dinner table. 

And their foot hit the floor. 

Villain looked their way, no longer careful they leaped to reach their lover. 

Civilian pushed themselves back behind the counter. 

“Give me that, now! If something happens to it, if you…” 

Civilian smashed against the floor.

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[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3496

"Oh come on, you only got that story because your sister is a supervillain!"

"I got that story from my own hard-won contacts, thank you very much. Also, my sister is a low level government worker, not a supervillain."

"You mean...you don't know?"

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[radicaldadood]

Here me out.

Hero works at Starbucks in their civilian mode to stalks Villain that works in a bookstore across the street when they ain't doing villainy.

Without Hero's knowledge Villain already know Hero's true identity and their mission but they kept on playing dump and act like they arent being stalked. Villain would be nice to Hero and often orders their coffee there and Hero would look at them all sus for no reason while doing their order.

(Bro they just want their coffee chill-)

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[telogreika]

アクリル (Acrylic)

#nanimonothing_ #USSR #Mongolian People's Republic #Civilian #didn't realize until I translated the caption that this wasn't digital #it's a full size painting

[raiha-storm65557]

Prompt #33

"Hello Hero" Villain purred into the phone. "You're really a slippery one, aren't you? So eager-"

"Who is this?" an unknown voice coming from the phone interrupted. Their tone so soft and gentle that it made Villain ashamed about his almost threatening one.

"It's me, V-villain." the criminal stammered out. After a slight pause on both ends, they regained their composure "I'm guessing that this isn't who I'm trying to reach?" they asked a bit sheepishly.

"Yes..." the voice confirmed "I don't know this Hero person nor you. I'm sorry." they apologised much to Villains surprise.

"Oh no I'm the one that should be apologising!" they quickly said "Really, I am so sorry to disturb your evening!"

"Oh, it's alright, it happens all the time." they said in such a kind-hearted tone, it made the Villain want to hear more...

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[rivalriotrenegade]

writing prompt #1

Super villain loses control of himself and his powers and his henchmen risk their lives to protect his civilian s/o from him.

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[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1192

CW: kidnapping.

"How do you feel, darling? The rope loose enough for you?" The villain sauntered over to their hostage, giving them a little smirk.

Civilian pulled at their restraints, testing their strength. "Eh, it's alright." They cocked an eyebrow at the criminal. "Why am I here, anyway?"

Villain looked confused. "Because you're dating Hero?"

"I'm doing what now?"

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[avvail]

prompt #68

The assassin’s blade ghosts along the skin of the civilian, whispering a deadly threat along the collumn of their neck. The civilian trembles pathetically, their glossy eyes staring up at them in a silent please.

“I like you,” the assassin hums, and almost smiles at the way their breath hitches as the tip of the blade lightly taps against their exposed throat. “I think I’m going to keep you.”

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[saltydumplings]

Prompt #26

"Thanks for saving me," the civilian said, clutching the hero's shoulders as the other flew them out of the villain's lair. The night air was cold so they huddled closer, taking a deep breath to calm themself as the city grew smaller below them.

The hero smiled. "Who said I'm saving you?"

A beat.

The civilian stuttered, thinking they'd misheard. "Wh-What?"

"No one but villain will know I took you from them," the hero continued. "As far as my agency is concerned I'm patrolling the other side of the city."

This was a joke...right? The civilian tried to pull away slightly but there wasn't anywhere they could go - not at this height.

When the hero's grip on them tightened, they flinched. "But I - I don't understand," the civilian said.

If they still had any doubts, the way the hero's grin widened diminished them.

"You're free game," they elaborated. "At the end of the day it's Villain's word against mine, and I think I'd believe the city's most trusted crime-stopper over that maniac, wouldn't you?"

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[lycantrin]

🛡️🧹”YOU KNOW I HAVE TO CLEAN THIS BLOOD LATER, RIGHT?!”🌂🛡️

Commission for @lilythedragon05 of their OC Pluto as the janitor/civilian class in my TF2 MLP AU! I got full creative reign coming up with his design and I love how he turned out! :3c

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[random-writing-thoughts]

Thought #203

Warnings: talking of injuries, blood, kidnapping

Sidekick paced around their living room. They held their phone up to their ear.

"Pick up. Pick up." They mumbled.

"Hello you've reached the county hospital. We found this phone next to one of our patients. Do you know this person?" A soft voice asked.

Sidekick sighed. "I do. This phone belongs to Hero. Are they OK?"

"Yes they are doing fine. We are going to need to keep them here until their injuries are fully healed. I'm sure you understand."

Sidekick sighed. "I do. Please let me know if anything changes."

------

Villain smiled and twirled their gun. "We will."

They smiled at Hero who was struggling against Henchman's grip. Henchman had their hand clamped firmly over their mouth and a strong arm wrapped around their body pinning their arms against their side.

Hero had blood dripping down their arm and face. They glared angrily at Villain. Villain smiled and hung up the phone.

"Your friend is very sweet." Villain spun the gun and bent down to Hero's level.

Hero pushed against Henchman and let out a string of swear words. Which came out as a soft mumble.

Villain laughed. "You're cute when you struggle." They poked at the cut on Hero's head. Hero winced.

"Oof that looks bad. Guess we'll need to get you all patched up." They chuckled and looked at Hero's wide eyes.

"Luckily we have a doctor that can do so."

Hero sighed.

"Unluckily for you," Villain's smile grew. "We have to take you somewhere no one can find you."

Villain straightened up and motioned to Henchman. Henchman uncovered Hero's mouth.

"And that means," Villain waved a hand at Henchman.

Henchman covered Hero's mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in chloroform.

"You don't get to see where it is either."

Villain laughed as Hero's vision went dark.

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The Camp Follower by Anthonie Constantijn Govaerts

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