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fanatichistory · 9 months

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Civilian gulped as they looked around the room of their boss's office, taking in the two henchman on either side of them with Villain behind the desk.

"What do we have here?" Villain mused with a tilt of their head as one of the henchmen shut the office door behind Civilian, startling them.

"I-I was just coming to get Boss's portfolio…for-for the meeting tomorrow morning?" Civilian cleared their throat in hopes of steadying their voice. "What…um what are you doing here?"

Villain's face lit up as a wide smile spread across their face and Civilian gulped once again wondering if maybe that question put them in danger.

"Well, that's not important right now. What is important is that you've seen me and my henchmen here and I can't have that." The two henchmen raised their guns at Civilian but stood down when Villain raised a hand.

"If you're going to kill me… just do it already?" They hated the way their voice made it sound like a question instead of something a bit more braver. It wasn't the first time they had a gun on them or anything but it was still scary each time nonetheless.

"I know you…" Villain stated instead, shaking a pointed finger at Civilian as they stepped around the desk toward them. "Yes! You're Civilian! Hero's 'supposed to be secret' little helper hmm?"

They gripped Civilian's chin and forced them to look into their eyes. "You are that Civilian aren't you?"

"If I say yes…does that mean you're going to hurt me instead of jus-just killing me outright?" Civilian asked them with a shaky breath, side-eyeing the patiently waiting henchmen who still brandished their weapons as they waited for orders from Villain.

"No, it just means I'm going to-ah, let's just say…convince- you to join me…What do you think about that?" Villain released their chin and took a step back with a smirk.

"Why on earth would I work with you?"

The henchmen snickered in response as if they knew something that Civilian didn't while Villain's smirk broadened back into a smile they flashed enigmatically at them.

"Because I know that if Hero finds out about your past with Supervillain…" Villain took a step back closer, leaning in to whisper into Civilian's ear. "they wouldn't hesitate to hurt you to get to Supervillain."

Their heart sank. No one was supposed to know about that. Blinking rapidly, they tried to regain their composure but Villain kept on talking.

"Now that I think about it, what would Supervillain think of his darling Civilian helping Hero of all people when they swore to be out of the life? One might think you're back in the game…" Villain's eyes hardened to steel despite the smile still plastered on their face.

"I'm not, I swear I'm not! H-Hero found me, at home, and they said that I had to or they'd leak me location-"

Villain tutted and shook their head in mock disappointment. "What Hero should have done…is take you prisoner and have you on call, what with all your computer skills and capabilities… bit of a waste to let you roam free when there's much to do."

"And…what are you going to do?"

Again the henchmen snickered, one of them reaching out with a pair of zip ties after being given the signal from Villain.

"W-wait a minute…Supervillain-"

"Supervillain still thinks you're out of the game, remember? They're not coming to save you. And Hero? You were nothing more than a tool to them so it's safe to say they won't mind if I monopolize you."

With that the henchmen leapt forward, restraining Civilian and zip tying their hands behind their back and securing a clothed gag into place.

Villain motioned to leave and the henchmen began to drag Civilian away and out the office door only to be stopped by a figure in the hallway. Sighing, Villain flipped the hallway light switch on illuminating the space before turning to address the figure.

"Always so dramatic with your entrances, aren't you? Hero."

"That is my resource Villain. Not yours."

Civilian blinked slowly as they looked between the two, they realized they were nothing more than a tool for either one of them and they were sure a fight was about to go down over it.

With Supervillain it had been different. There was mutual understanding between the two, a partnership. Never once did Supervillain refer to them the way Hero was now, or look at them the Villain did in the office as they were sized up for their hacking and computer potential.

Civilian was used to being nothing more than a brain but it still hurt to be called a resource or seen as nothing more than a means to an end.

"No, Civilian is mine and if you two value you're miscreant little lives you will leave them with me and skidaddle."

They all turned to Supervillain phasing through the hallway wall to join in with a scowl on their face as if Hero and Villain were just misbehaving children fighting over a toy.

"Smph-vmph!" Supervillain is what Civilian had tried to say through the gag but they couldn't have been more happier to see their former employer.

They also didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried that Supervillain was here after all because that also meant that they had never really let them go in the first place and had probably watched them the entire time…including Civilian breaking their promise to stay out of the game.

"Before you two think any further... I can take the five of you out with a flick of my wrist. And yes, Villain, I included your little henchmen because if they don't release my Civilian right now they will get the beating of their lives." Supervillain stated matter-of-factly as they waited for Villain to comply.

"Of course, they're uh…all yours." Villain mumbled dejectedly, motioning the henchmen to cut the zip ties and remove the gag.

With a rough push at their back Civilian stumbled forward in the direction of Supervillain when they caught them up in their arms and pushed Civilian behind them.

"As you were." Supervillain gave a triumphant smirk as they phased back out through the wall with their Civilian, leaving Hero to stare down Villain and their two henchmen.

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random-writing-thoughts · 1 year

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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."

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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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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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“Hey there Majesty!”

The royal snapped awake. “Oh. Um – ” They cleared their throat. “Hello.”

“They tell me that I’m your one-hundredth suitor,” the person said, striding into the brightly-lit drawing room. “So of course, I brought this. Can’t let a perfectly good milestone go to waste.” They held up a bottle of rosé.

“The hundredth?” The royal sat up. God, had there really been that many?

“I know right? I should get some sort of prize.” The suitor plucked two glasses off the drink cart and poured. “Or maybe you should. I can only imagine the number of get-to-know-you meetings you’ve had to sit through.”

“It’s been” – the royal nodded their thanks as the suitor handed them a glass – “it’s been no trouble. Speaking of, could you please introduce yourself?”

“The name’s [Suitor],” they said, settling onto the loveseat. “From one of the little counties on the edge of your borders. So in other words,” they smiled, “no one of consequence.” They took a sip of the rosé, and made a face. “Good lord. I hate wine. Why did I choose this?”

The royal’s various suitors had tried a number of different strategies, over the months. Kind favours, overwhelming flattery, carefully constructed business offers. This suitor seemed to be going for an air of casual friendliness. It wasn’t anything that dozens before them hadn’t already tried.

“Alright, [Suitor],” the royal said, already growing bored, “why do you think you would make a good spouse?”

The suitor met their eyes. “Oh. I don’t.”

The royal nearly spilled their drink. “Pardon me?”

“Well, maybe someday, for someone. That would be nice.” Their gaze seemed almost wistful for a moment, before their attention returned to the royal. “Don’t worry though. I’m not looking to marry you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To get my parents off my back, of course.” They examined the pastries laid out on the coffee table. “And to give you a little break from all the people trying to get in your pants. It’s a win-win.” They took a bite of a fruit tart, and their eyes went wide. “Oh wow. So that’s what they mean when they say ‘eat like a king’.”

The royal stared at them, shocked at the indignity. “It would be an honour for someone like you to marry someone like me.”

The suitor glanced back up, and grinned. “Aw, you’re going to make me blush. You’re not too bad yourself, sweetheart.”

The royal flushed. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

The suitor rested their chin in their hand. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re cute when you’re flustered?”

The royal stiffened, and the suitor laughed.

“I think it’s time you left,” the royal said.

“Finally.” The suitor rose, and stuffed more pastries in their pockets. They strolled to the door, holding up a hand in farewell. “It’s been a pleasure, Majesty. You can keep the wine.”

The door closed behind them, and the royal put their head in their hands.

One hundred people. One hundred people had tried to claim the royal’s heart.

So why . . .

The royal felt the heat rise up to their cheeks.

Why them?

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thermitetermite · 2 years

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Snippet #6

CW: Murder mention

"I may be cruel, conniving, and down right despicable but you have committed the most atrocious act I have ever laid eyes on."

"Dude, I just poured the milk before the cereal. You literally kill people on the daily."

"And yet I'm still more redeemable than you."

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a-dead-tea · 2 years

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Writing Prompt #114

"I... I see how you look at them. You're in love with them, aren't you?" Civilian says, barely holding back tears.

Hero looks at them, completely dumbfounded, "I- Civilian they are a criminal! I'm not staring at Villain because I like them, I'm looking at them because I'm trying to figure out the easiest way to arrest them!"

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pendarling · 11 months

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no rush obv but i really enjoyed dont lie! Would you mind doing a part 2?

🩷Thank you!🩷 I tried writing a little more, I don’t know where the story is supposed to go either lmao :)

Don’t Lie 2

<< Start < Part 1 • Part 3 > End >>

Cornering would be the correct term for situations like these.

Villain's plan was easy, and it came naturally too. Just a little over the course of a few days in preparation. Sometimes they had to commend themselves for their evil genius.

Their spouse was always doing something on their phone and one thing they’ve made clear at the start of their relationship was that privacy was a set boundary. Villain wouldn’t break that agreement but some things had to happen.

There was a good chance— and they weren’t saying that it was stupid to be dating Hero— but was it possible that their spouse could be Hero? The off-chance that Villain could’ve missed all the signs?

After all, what was that mask doing in their room at an awkward time? Villain has never once suspected their spouse was doing anything outside of their office job. They always arrived home on time too.

Well… a little late into the evening their spouse would be typing away on their phone, probably cheating.

Today they sat unknowing at the end of the table without a care.

"So, how was work?" Villain could just hear the gears working in their head to make their next response as beliveable as possible. On normal occassions, they wouldn't ask, but this was special.

Other than catching a potential cheater, Villain had collected their other villainous friends to hijack an event somewhere downtown.

It would be enough to get media attention. Including every hero possible.

At the same time, them and their partner could finally focus on rebuilding their relationship in a nice restaurant somewhere out of town. Away from the distraction.

"Hmm, why?" Their spouse looked at them confused. "It's just the usual at the office. Did something happen with you?"

It seemed like their partner was smarter than they thought. They already turned the question onto their own personal life, then again they could really just be curious.

Alright, we can play games.

Villain exhaled long, they had to keep their cool just a bit longer. Revenge was best served cold, afterall.

Settle, heart.

God, they couldn't stand their eyes. Their warm, sweet, delicate eyes… it was hard to not look away.

They stared down at the plate in front of them, another painful smile coming across their face. "Nothing, just… thought we should go on a date on Friday"

"Really? Well, then I'll make sure to clear my schedule."

Good.

If they could make it then it would confirm that their spouse was in fact a true civilian. But that would couldn’t clear them of cheating with Hero or anyone else.

If they couldn’t make it, then that would be enough to prove Villain’s partner was Hero. Either way, it was abhorrent to know they would keep such a huge secret from them.

Then again, weren’t they also being secretive with their (hopefully civilian) partner?

It didn’t matter. They would see through all of this. Whatever it took to save their relationship.

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depressedgaywriting · 1 year

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CW: abduction, crying, injuries, threats

Hero shoved Civilian into the car, slamming the door behind them. Sidekick started the car and they sped away, swerving along the winding roads away from Supervillain's estate. Civilian whimpered, curling up on the backseat, trying to keep far away from Hero.

"We're here to rescue you. You don't need to be scared." Hero said. "We need you to tell us everything you know about Supervillain."

They closed their eyes. They had always been afraid of this, even if they pretended they weren't. Someone kidnapping them to try and get to Supervillain. "I'm not telling you anything." they said. They might cry easily, but Civilian was stubborn.

"You have to. It's for the greater good. We need to know to be able to save you."

"I'm not telling you anything." they repeated.

Hero took them by the shoulders and shook them roughly. "Tell us!"

The car swerved suddenly, sending Civilian toppling off the seat and hitting the one in front. They sat up on the floor, blood in their hair.

"You have to!" Hero said, harshly tugging them back onto the seat. "We're rescuing you!"

"You're hurting me!" Civilian said, tears pricking at their eyes.

#NOT A PROMPT #had this one rotting in my drafts for a while #bit of a short one :)#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #my writing #angst #fantasy #not a prompt #civilian x villain #villain x civilian #hero x civilian #civilian x hero #supervillain x civilian #civilian x supervillain #abduction #slayyy

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whump-blog · 1 year

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Okay here comes the request. Hope this isn’t too specific :)

Caretaker finds their friend Whumpee drunk out of their mind. They don’t know what happened but nevertheless they bring Whumpee home and take care of them. Whumpee, being rather incoherent, accidentally confesses something (maybe their treatment with whumper, maybe a love confession of what they think is unrequited love, maybe something else…)

Sorry it took me so long to answer this, but there wasn't enough creative juice in me, haha. I know it's not exactly what you asked for, but I still hope you like what I wrote :)

Thank you @whumpinthepot for helping me with this and doing a proof reading.

CW: drunk whumpee, abuse, alcohol abuse, protective caretaker, wounded character

“What are ya' doing Hero?” asked Civilian blinking slowly, trying to get used to the light in the flat while Hero dabbed his face with a wet cloth.

“What am I doing? I'm trying to wipe all the scratches off your face, you- idiot!”

“Wh- what scratcheees?”

“The ones you got when you decided to start a fight with that guy from the bar.”

“Ooh yeees! Well- he deserved it. He shouldn't have taken my drink.” Civilian swayed, and Hero had to grab his shoulder to keep him still.

The night among friends had been going smoothly with drinks and laughter, until Hero lost sight of a drunk Civilian for a few minutes and things got out of control. Resulting in Hero having to drag him out and take him home.

“That wasn't your drink!" Hero started, but he knew it was a lost cause, "ahh- never mind, can you take off your shirt? I want to see that you don't have any more cuts under it.”

“Heh, are you trying to flirt with me?” Civilian teased, trying with trembling hands to remove his torn clothes.

Despite the evening's outcome, the friends were enjoying their time together, but when Hero saw under Civilian's shirt, his face turned pale and the room fell silent.

The multiple scars covering Civilian's chest showed just how negligent Hero had been as a friend. How was it possible? Hero wondered. How was it possible that someone had been hurting his friend and he hadn't noticed?

“Who- who did this to you? When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?!” Hero bombarded Civilian with questions, while guilt and worry overwhelmed him.

“Wait- m’ head…” -Civilian pressed his eyes closed- “don't talk so- so loud," he said as if what Hero had just found out was not a big deal.

“Tell me, and I swear I will see to it that you get justice.”

“Wha- what ar-e you talking about?”

“Don't play dumb. Where did all those scars come from? Civilian, someone's been hurting you and that's- that's not right...”

In the silence after Hero spoke, all that could be heard was the gentle breeze ruffling the curtains. Civilian was quite drowsy from all the alcohol, and looked as if he would pass out before answering Hero's questions. Until he finally managed to put his words together to give a halfway coherent answer.

“I- well, all these here," Civilian pointed to his scars, "you don't have to wo-worry Hero, they we-were my fau-lt.”

“Civilian..." pity could be heard in his voice, "I don't know who told you that, but it's not true. None of this can be your fault.”

“Yes, yes it was. I- I got involved with the- the wrong-g people. If I had never met Supervillain… things wouldn't have gone this far.”

Civilian seemed lost in thought. But Hero now had more questions than answers. Suddenly, nothing seemed to make sense.

“So, was it Supervillain who hurt you like this?”

Hero was trying to remain calm, but a storm was raging inside him. What could Supervillain want with Civilian? No matter the reason, as soon as he got his hands on that son of a bitch, he would make him regret ever having scratched a kind and gentle person like Civilian.

“Well, yes- in part…”

“In part? What do you mean? Has someone else been hurting you?”

“Ah well…yes… hm- erm, I,” Civilian hesitated looking at Hero in the eyes, “I told you it was my fault… if only I had been better… I brought this on myself."

“Civilian, you have to tell me the truth, you can't go on like this." Hero pressed.

As the conversation went on, Civilian looked more and more stressed until a few tears managed to escape from his eyes. “I- I just, I don't want to tell you.”

“Why?”

“You're going to get mad at me.”

“Civilian, that's not true, we are friends.”

“You won't want to be my friend anymore.”

“Everything is going to be okay. Just tell me. I can't see you hurt like this”

Hero took Civilian's hand into his own in a gesture that was intended to reassure his friend. But, which in fact ended up breaking Civilian, who began to sob inconsolably.

“I'm sorry, Hero, I'm sorry... It- It was you-”

If the night hadn't been strange enough, that last sentence had knocked him off his feet. That was not possible. For a long moment, Hero stood frozen without saying a word, without moving a muscle, just listening to his friend sobbing in the background. Until finally it all clicked. The answer had been so obvious. Only, he had been too blind to see it.

“Villain?” the question leapt from his mind and escaped his lips.

At the mention of that name, the sobbing turned to heavy weeping, and that was more than proof enough. Hero hesitated for a moment, but ended up sitting on the sofa next to- his friend? Perhaps the years of friendship had been a lie, all a great manipulation. It was the first thing that crossed Hero's mind. If it wasn't for the alcohol, Civili- Villain would never have revealed his identity. But the good times he had spent with his friend had felt real, Hero couldn't remember Villain ever taking advantage of Hero's ignorance of his identity and trying to get information out of him as Civilian. Besides, the scars on Villain's body were very real. Those could not be faked. Now that he thought about it, on occasions when Hero had fought with Villain, he had inflicted wounds to defeat him that he could now see reflected in some of the many scars on Villain's body. But he was definitely not the cause of all of them.

With that in mind, Hero moved his arms slowly until he wrapped Villain in a gentle hug. At the unexpected physical contact, his friend flinched, but when the surprise passed, he just rested his head on Hero's shoulder and cried there for a long time. By the time Villain had calmed down, the night breeze had stopped.

“So- you don't hate me?" was the first thing Villain asked, "can we still be friends?"

“Of course I don't hate you. Whatever happened doesn't change anything, you have been my friend for many years and always will be.” Hero shook his head. “I- I just don't understand why Supervillain would do something like this to you, you're his ally.”

If Hero wanted answers, it would be better to get them now. Once the alcohol had cleared out of Villain's system, he would probably return to his charmingly stoic and cocky self. But... was it really the right thing to do to take advantage of the situation? Villain would never have confessed to something like this in his right mind. But before Hero could further question the morality of his actions, Villain voiced one last thought.

“H- he do- doesn't like useless- people. Losing to you…” he sighed, “I will always be a failure to him…”

After that statement, a last tear rolled down Villain's cheek as he fell asleep in Hero's embrace.

Hopefully the next morning he won't be able to remember anything, Hero thought as he laid Villain on the couch to finish treating his wounds. Some of which he had apparently caused himself.

He would definitely pay Supervillain a friendly visit tomorrow.

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cassidysinferno · 3 months

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Prompt #11

“ and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "i love you." ”

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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Wrong place, wrong time

Their throat was closing under the tight grasp of their own hands around it, choking themselves as they tried to even their breath out, as they tried to feel it leave their lungs and failed.

Hands were over theirs, sharp nails, deep scars running along the finger, grabbing and scratching in a frantic, brash attempt to take their own away from their throat. They meant danger, they had to get away from them, was all Civilian could think.

“I can’t get them to calm down,” complained Villain, shaking their head to get their wet hair away from their forehead, watching in annoyance as the Hero stood from their laid back position on the velvet chair in the middle of the room “they’re going to seriously injure themselves.”

With a sigh, the Hero approached the scene slowly, kneeling down beside Villain over the white carpet then stained by small specks of blood dripping from Civilian’s nails.

“None of that, Civ, you’re really worrying Villain and me here.”

Gently, as they needed little of their force to subdue a mere citizen, Hero pried Civilian’s hands from their neck, holding both within one single hand, firm, assured of their own strength.

Such couldn’t possibly be the safer option either.

Civilian needed to leave.

At their first kick, their leg was stopped by the other hand of the Hero, when they flared the second hand to hit their chest, it was stopped by Villain’s.

“You need to calm down for us, sweetheart,” Hero kept trying to coax, “we won’t hurt you, you hear, either of us, we know it wasn’t your fault. Wrong place, wrong time, you’re in no trouble, it’s okay, you’re fine.”

Through gentle words, and worried looks, the vague assurance of no harm, their mind allowed them to ease if just enough to stop their crying, to stop the hurting and tearing of their skin.

Civilian sniffled, and cleaned their face.

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

“I know you won’t, pretty thing.”

“I want to go home.”

Villain swallowed, furrowed brows and eyes dancing between Hero and the trembling victim of their carelessness.

They had no reputation to uphold, but Hero…

“You know we can’t let you do that,” Hero answered, a voice Villain considered proper only to speak to a scared street cat one wanted to grab “but we’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.”

Hero stood, turning to face Villain, still kneeling in front of Civilian.

“Take them to the car, we’ll take them to my place.”

“But Hero.”

“You wanted to keep them? I won’t stop you, I just think my place will be far more comfortable for them.”

Villain shook their head and sighed, glancing one last pitying look at Civilian before grabbing them by behind their knees.

“Behave,” they whispered, “you’re gonna be fine.”

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Civilian found them being way too close for enemies to be

(I posted this yesterday night but idk what happened, the format looked weird, so I deleted that post).

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ajwild220 · 9 months

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Abord the Captain's ship

(Hero x Civilian-Civilian x Sea Captain)

Summary: A captured and chained civilian finds the pirate ship she is held on overturned by a battle with a sailing vessel. When a sailor mistakes her for a pirate herself, she is drug before the captain for him to decide her fate. She can barely keep her thoughts straight, will she be thrown overboard? Will she be given a fair trial? And oh my word why is the Captain handsome...

Rating: PG

Warnings: Captivity, chained, death (non-MC), battle, blood? Signs of the pirates mistreating civilian.

(I don't know what I'm supposed to put! It honestly isn't too graphic or scary)

The noise above deck was almost deafening, boots stomping on wood, swords clashing violently as shouts reverberated through to the inner bowels of the ship. A full-on war had been waged. Civilian shrunk further into the back of her small cell in the brig. This did not bode well. She swallowed, eyes darting up at the wood-planked ceiling separating her from her enemies’ attackers.

She had been in the brig of these filthy pirates for a week now, a cook stolen from the last ship they had looted. When she refused to aid them, the captain had planned to sell her off at their next port. She could remember the slap she had received for her defiance as she was dragged down away from the light of day and thrown mercilessly into a dirty cell to nurse her bruises.

Her breathing began to quicken as a particularly loud thump sounded right above her. She needed to get out. The short chain pinning her wrist to the side of the ship rattled as Civilian once again tried to pry herself loose. It was useless. She had already tried so many times before.

After she had escaped the first time, the pirates hadn’t spared any precautionary measures.

Civilian slid down the wall making herself small in her corner, perhaps she would be overlooked until the fight was over. However, a tinge of dread settled in the pit of her stomach, with her luck she would be forgotten completely to rot or drowned if whoever was currently battling the pirates decided to sink the ship. With great effort civilian forced the dark thoughts from her mind. Perhaps she would be rescued and released from this misery.

Just then, a great commotion sounded all around her. Her jailor ran down the steps from above deck, beard flying around him, his normally glinting evil eyes alight with fear. He passed in front of her cell, reaching for his sword, which had gotten stuck in his belt, violently trying to rip it from the leather. He never got the opportunity to draw it, however, as another figure rushed down from above. A young sailor clad not in pirate garb but in uniform appeared before her captor and as quick as a flash, the jailer’s body hit the floor lifeless right before her cell.

Civilian stifled a surprised and horrified gasp, her hand reaching to cover her mouth, which was agape at the scene that had just played out before her very eyes. Before she could comprehend what had happened, the sailor was gone, back above deck and into the fray.

A buzz entered Civilian's mind, something between terror and happiness, as she gazed at the man lying still before her when a glint caught her eye. From within the fallen jailor’s pocket, a tiny hint of silver peaked out, shimmering brighter than any diamond. The keys.

Making sure the coast was clear, Civilian began to crawl slowly toward the dead man. As she came up to the cold metal bars, her shackle jerked her back, pulling one arm back and away from freedom. A groan of frustration emanated from her lips as she stretched in vain, her fingertips just short of her goal. Civilian wanted to scream; she was so close.

Another thump from above decks deepened her resolve and without another moment to think, she pulled her chain taunt laying down on her side. Stretching out her leg she poked her toe along the fabric of his pocket and, with some work, managed to drag the keys within reach. Shaking hands made short work of the shackle, which dropped to the floor with a heavy and resounding clunk. She was free.

Civilian flexed her fingers as the key ring merrily jingled with each key she tried in the lock. Wiggling each one with growing confidence as one finally turned in the lock. The heavy cell door swung open with a rusty click, and Civilian risked a step out from her small prison.

This is where she faltered, fingers still gripping the heavy iron door. Even though the fighting from the deck was growing quieter by the minute, it would most definitely not be wise to make a sudden appearance. As she was frozen, pondering her options, a noise tore her from her thoughts, the noise of heavy boots descending the ladder.

Civilian didn’t move, in fact they barely breathed as a rather portly sailor with a stubbled chin and crooked nose practically stomped down the ladder with a fighting gleam upon his sweaty face. He brandished his sword taking note first of the dead man on the floor, then a rather perplexed looking Civilian. Before she could get a word out to explain his sword raised to her a wild grin on his face.

“Prepare to die pirate scum!” His voice was gravelly, and he spoke from his throat.

Civilian instantly paled, “I am no pirate!”

He sneered “That’s what they all say the first time they see trouble.”

Civilian did not know what to do, he blocked the exit. Perhaps bravery, or perhaps it was just pure desperation fueled her as she leaped to the dead man beside her recklessly trying to pull his saber.

In her efforts, she felt a sharp nick in the arm and causing her to let out a loud yelp as she fell back. The sailor’s saber had clipped her bicep. Thankfully either due to her swiftness or the sailor's lack of proper aim, it was nothing more than a deep scratch, yet adrenaline began to surge throughout her causing her breathing to grow quick and her heart to thump rapidly in her chest.

“Please listen to me! I am not a pirate!” She had to throw herself out of the way of his next attack ramming into the wall.

He turned from where he had stumbled, eyes wild.

“You shall die like the lying dog that you are!” he growled, closing in with each step, boxing her in with his sword and body. Civilian couldn’t run, couldn’t move as she felt the cool steel rest against her throat. Her pulse ran wild as her eyes squeezed shut, preparing for the end.

“Wait!”

The end never came.

Instead, the keeper of the saving voice burst into view, pushing away his comrade’s sword and gripping onto his arm.

“Simmons! What are you doing? Take the lady before the captain, he will decide her fate.” The man stood between the two eyes staring accusingly at the man named Simmons.

Simmons wrenched his arm from the newcomer's grip, a deathly fire in his eyes.

“She is a pirate like the rest of them. She should die like one.”

Civilian stifled a whimper as the sword once again found a place on her throat. It was removed instantly as the new sailor once again gripped his comrade’s arm.

“Stand down now or I will tell the captain personally you disobeyed his orders.”

“Gah, his orders were to eradicate the pirate vermin from this ship!”

His rank spittle spewed as he spoke, hatred for every pirate etched in his features. The new sailor spared a glance at Civilian.

“You know as well as I, that killing unarmed maids is not what he meant!”

Civilian’s scared eyes had been darting between the two, hoping whoever this newcomer was, he could keep her from being pinned to the wall by the man Simmons saber. It seemed the goodwill offered by this man was, however, having little effect on the erratic sailor as his eyes continued to bore into Civilian's very soul.

His companion seemed to notice this and added more softly “God help you if the captain hears you have shed blood like this.”

Simmons’s glare seemed to falter at these words causing him to blink out of his bloodthirsty trance as his sword dropped from its place at Civilian's throat.

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Civilian blinked rapidly in the sunlight, completely unaccustomed to the warm glow. It took a moment for her to finally readjust to the light as she was continuously pulled across the familiar deck, rough seaworn hands firmly on each arm. Simmons on one side, the other man on the other. Her hands were bound firmly behind her with a bit of rope leaving her quite helpless.

Sailors were everywhere shouting, cleaning up any remnants of the battle that had ensued. They were swarming the deck, coming up from below, already in the rigging. Bright blue tunic-like uniforms with silver trim, while others wore simple white sailor’s clothes. It was so much to take in it made her head throb.

This new crew was strong, stronger than any she had ever seen to take down a pirate vessel so easily, so efficiently. After all, this was the second change of ships she had seen in the last week.

As she was pushed past a group of sailors moving weapons; she could feel their stares heavy on the back of her neck and sense the anger on their faces. It made her feel sick. Her captors were practically dragging her unwilling form forward step by step as a shout rang out.

“Hartley!”

Civilian could feel the man who had intervened for her turn sharply on her arm at what seemed to be his name. Almost causing her to trip as her captors abruptly stopped as a man of tall stature and jet-black hair strode into sight.

“Who is this?” his voice was deep and commanding. Surely he was an officer.

“A pirate” Simmons grinned toothily.

“We are unsure of that!” Hartley interjected “We are taking her to the captain.”

The tall man before them nodded solemnly as civilians squirmed in the sailors’ grip. Whoever the captain was, she was not sure she wanted to see him. The officer eyed her before nodding to her the men at her arms.

“Take her.”

They didn’t need another word as she was dragged all the way to the edge of the ship.

Everywhere sailors were carrying supplies, weapons, rope, and the like. It was chaotic as some swung on ropes and others walked across several boards connecting the ships at the sides. It was to one of these boards that civilian was pushed to where she had a sickening view of the beautiful yet steep drop and the lapping blue water below. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes and mouth, but she couldn’t move it with her hands securely behind her. What little she could make out was the ship across was beautiful and well-trimmed. Crimson and blue flags flapped in the wind. It was larger than the barnacley vessel she was currently on and twice as well scrubbed.

Her arms being released sent a shock to her brain as she turned to her sailors. Simmons had begun to lean down as if to heft her on his shoulders like a bag of meal. She stepped back instantly.

“Don’t touch me! I-” She once again gazed at the dizzying drop. “I’ll walk.” She insisted unsteadily. Simmons offered a toothy grin sweeping his arm in the direction of the board.

“Be my guest.”

Shakily she placed a foot on the board, muscles tense as she tested her weight on it. How she wished for her arms to balance. Looking back at Simmons’ frightening expression and she turned instantly, raising her chin. Civilian would do this alone.

And she did... until Simmons stepped out behind her.

The sudden shift of the board was too much for her to compensate for, and the world turned dangerously on its side as she felt her footing leave the board and slip easily into the air below.

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The cold water was a shock as Civilian’s head went under. Her muscles tightened and her hands fought to be free, but the ropes were too tight. Civilian kicked with all their might, even kicking off their shoes in an effort to rise to back to the surface. Yet it didn’t work. The fabric of her clothes and the inactivity of her arms drug her down. A scream tried to surface yet she smartly held her mouth shut. The more she kicked the more her lungs begged for air, pretty soon she would be forced to take a breath whether or not she had come to the surface.

As Civilian had reached a point of absolute panic, she felt the weight of strong arms around her. They pulled and Civilians head finally broke the surface of the waves. She coughed trying to take in as much salty air as she could.

The rest was a blur as Civilian was heaved aboard the great ship and thrown to the deck, coughing and spluttering. Forced to her knees, her forehead rested against the wood in front of her as she tried to breathe properly again, gulping in deep breaths of blessed air.

Slowly and surely, she began to become aware again. She could feel the sting of her arm where Simmons's blade had scratched her, throbbing from the salt. The ropes that held her hands made her skin smart horribly where it was bound too tightly, but at the moment, that was one of the least of her worries. The lovely sea breeze was bitterly cold now that her clothes were doused with salt water and clung to her body. She could hear the crew as well, some soft whispering, others louder. It seemed the whole ship had drawn its attention to her sopping-wet existence.

Nerves ate at her stomach as she became aware of her vulnerable position, and she gulped down the desire to cry. As if summoned the sounds of boots hitting the deck as if someone had jumped down from a height resounded through the crowd. The crew went almost completely silent.

“What is all this?” A commanding voice challenged.

Civilian closed her eyes, hiding behind the curtain of her dripping hair, praying her fears were incorrect.

“A prisoner, Captain.” A man called.

Civilian mentally cursed her luck.

A slight pause.

“A very wet prisoner.” Several chuckled at the captain's statement and Civilian tensed as she could feel the vibrations of his footsteps tread around her.

Simmons's throaty growl was heard, “She’s a filthy pirate, captain. We were bringing her to you, but she jumped.”

Through the terror, Civilians' blood boiled at the outrageous lie.

“Is that how you speak to a lady after you drop her in the water?”

The captain’s voice was displeased, he must have seen the whole thing and it sent a shiver down Civilian's spine. She didn’t dare look up.

“Sir, beggin’ your pardon, she did it on purpose!”

“Jumped in the water on purpose, arms bound behind her?”

The crew gave a light chuckle at the absurdity. At least Civilian didn’t look the type to do such a thing on purpose.

“I uh, well,” Simmons tried to hobble together his excuses. “Captain, I certainly didn’t do it on purpose. Of any rate she’s a pirate!”

“And that pardons your incompetency?” The captains words resonated cold. The crew grew silent as his voice rang out once more, “I shall deal with you later. But in the meantime-“ Civilian once again could hear his boots as they came into her view and stopped right before her. Civilian swallowed mouth gone dry as she felt eyes burning into her entire body.

The captain spoke, the anger now absent as he looked down on the kneeling captive.

“Hartley. Tell me what happened and why she is bound.”

The nervous voice of Hartley spoke out and Civilian could picture him ringing his hands.

“Well sir, Simmons found her in the brig and was about to kill her for being a pirate. I came upon him and said that we should bring her here for a trial. After all she doesn't look like any pirate I’ve ever seen. So, we did, she seemed like a real slippery thing so we tied her so we could bring her to you.”

The captain must have nodded as Civilian heard no response. “Piracy is a very serious charge.”

Civilian gulped and bit her lip wishing she could melt through the deck and back into the water forever. The captain’s boots took another step forward and civilian’s body tensed in the rope binding in anticipation for what was to come. However what happened was nothing like she expected.

“Miss, would you tell me your side of the story?”

The captain crouched before Civilian elbows on his knees and hands loosely in front of him ducking his head ever so slightly trying catch her eyes.

“Miss?”

Civilian’s eyes however remained firmly fixed on the well-scrubbed boards of the deck, and the ever-growing puddle that came from her wet form. She could feel his warm presence before her, so insanely calm, he was completely in control. Surely if he wanted, he could call Simmons in an instant to throw her back overboard for crimes she did not commit. This thought only aided her shivering, and against her will a single salty tear slipped down her nose joining the water from her sopping curls as it fell and onto the already dark wood.

When she didn’t reply, he tried a different approach.

“Tell me this, are you a pirate?”

Civilian shook her head urgently: no.

She could hear him whisper to himself “I thought as much.”

His voice returned to its normal volume as he queried. “Can you tell me how you came to be abord a notorious pirate ship?”

Civilians mouth opened and closed trying to formulate the words when he interrupted her thoughts.

“You can look at me, I don’t bite. I promise.” He once again ducked his head slightly and dropped to kneeling on one knee. “Please?”

His tone took her off guard. He had been gentle before, a nicer voice than she had heard in months. However, the tone he used as if for a wounded dog or frightened child. To hear such gentleness from someone with such power gave her the courage to lift her head even slightly. Slowly Civilian raised her head, cautiously coming out from her wet curtain of curls to see the man in front of her.

What met her eyes made her pause in wonder. To that moment all she had seen was well kept brown leather boots and a dark brown pair of breeches. When she lifted her eyes, everything seemed in order with a captain of his standing, a well-tailored patterned red vest over a pristine cotton shirt. Well, it would have been pristine if it wasn’t partially wet with salt water and small splashes of blood from the battle. A leather belt was secured around his waist holding his saber which stuck out far behind him, as well as an oiled overcoat and tricorn. What astonished her was not any of this but rather his face.

He could not have been more than several years older than civilian. His face was a deep tan with well arched eyebrows, dirty blond hair sticking out from beneath his tricorn and full lips forming a small smile at her compliance. What told her his age however was not his youthful face but rather his eyes. Dark and warm like the leather of his boots, a deep welcoming brown that showed strength and intelligence, after just a moment of seeing them she understood why the crew entrusted their service to him. For the first time since being thrown to the deck a spark of hope fluttered in Civilians chest. She just might make it out of this mess alive.

“Excellent.” He smiled softly as she looked at him. “Would you mind telling me why you are here?”

She swallowed “My ship was captured a week ago.” Civilian could feel the crew lean in listening to her unsteady words. “I was taken aboard.”

“What about the others?” his head cocked, and you could tell he already had guessed.

“No others. Just me.” Civilians head drooped in remembrance trying not to think about the event which had plagued her dreams for the last week.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” His voice was genuine yet not surprised. “I beg your pardon, but out of the whole crew why would they choose you?”

Civilian took a breath once again looking up, her arms aching horribly from her position, but she pushed through. “I’m a cook. A-And-“she paused wondering just what she should include “the brute who grabbed me seemed to fancy me. He advocated to the captain that I could aid them in the galley.” Civilian stole a glance at the young man before her she was met with an expression of understanding.

“She aided the pirates!” A man yelled from the crowd of sailors.

The captain’s head snapped upwards, his face and tone stern as he shouted.

“Silence! Let the lady speak!”

The deck obeyed instantly, and Civilian couldn’t help but tremble with wide wondering eyes at the one before her who could command a ship so young.

“I-I didn’t aid them! I refused. They threw me in the brig where-where” she turned slightly cursing her sore body searching for Simmons. “Where Simmons found me. I have the cuff marks on my wrist to prove it.” She stuttered, voice begging to be believed. Eyes daring to dart to the sailors in sight and back to the captain trying to keep herself from growing frantic. “Believe me I would have rather died with my own before becoming one of them!”

There was a pause as he searched her face for a brief moment, “I believe you.” He finally pronounced, as his eyes flicked over her, noticing the slight panic as her eyes swept over the crew.

His voice lowered so only she could hear “Breathe; they are under me. On my ship we strive for justice.” His tone was serious yet once again calming and soft. “None of them will so much as touch you.”

Somehow his voice cut through Civilian’s fear, and she nodded body relaxing slightly. She believed him.

“One last thing” The captain raised his voice so the crew could hear “what was your ships name?”

She glanced around at all the faces peering at her before she answered loud enough for all to hear. “The Tide Runner.” Civilian paused the sentence feeling incomplete. “Sir.” She added.

The captain’s eyebrow quirked slightly at the last bit, but he shrugged it off to glance over his left shoulder. Civilian followed the captain’s gaze to one of the sailors who seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly the man’s eyes cleared as if he had finally found what he was looking for and gave a quick nod to the captain.

The captain offered Civilian a small smile as he rose to his full height shoulders thrown back in a stance of authority. Voice booming out to all the crew.

“Listen up lads! It has been confirmed. This young lady is not a pirate but the unfortunate victim of those whom we have just defeated. She will be sailing with us at least until we reach port.” He paused, looking out among the familiar faces. “Until then! She is a lady and shall be treated as such. She is under my protection. Any who dare disobey this order will suffer the dire consequences.” A powerful glint came to his eyes. “Am I understood?”

Instantly a hearty answer of “Aye aye Captain.” Rang out from every sailor, contrasting greatly from the silence of before.

“Alright then lads, as you were!” Immediately the deck was alive and moving again like a well-oiled machine. Just as it was before civilian was the center of attention.

The captain took one look at his handiwork, offering a small nod of satisfaction before once again turning his attention to the girl, whose teeth were now chattering, kneeling on the deck. He took a knee before her as he was moments ago.

“I’m sorry my crew tied you and treated you as they did. Believe me on my honor, it was not by my bidding.” His face was so earnestly concerned Civilian almost forgot about how badly her body ached from kneeling so long…almost.

Her eyes shyly met his, unused to such chivalry. “I accept your apology.” She couldn’t help but smile at the happiness on his face. “But would you mind helping me up? Please?”

He sprung into action looking almost sheepish that he hadn’t done it sooner.

“Of course!” He swiftly came up beside her arm looping under her armpit and easing her to her, rather unsteady, feet. No longer sheltered from the sea breeze, civilian couldn’t stop her teeth from chattering another moment as she subconsciously leaned closer into the captain’s warm grip.

“I don’t suppose you have a dry change of clothes?” The captain questioned.

Civilian just shook her head slightly embarrassed. The captain simply nodded, and you could see the gears turning in his head.

“Can you stand?”

Civilian focused on their numb legs testing their balance before replying. “I think so.” The captain slowly released his grip on her arm, watching to make sure she didn’t fall back to the deck. When he was sure of her footing, he peeled off his over coat and delicately draped it over her shoulders.

“It’s the best I can do at the moment.” He offered her an apologetic smile as he reached for his knife. “Hold still while I remove the ropes.” He moved behind her having to readjust his coat for a good view of her bound hands before he began to saw away at the coarse wet rope. Civilian winced as the cord was pulled taunt to avoid cutting her skin. “Sorry,” the captain’s voice was genuine.

“It’s alright.” Civilian almost whispered, attempting to keep her voice steady. With a bit more sawing, the ropes released Civilian's wrists, eliciting an almost immediate sigh of relief as her shoulders were able to relax once more. She drew her wrists to the front of her body, easing her stiff muscles and gently rubbing over the sore skin.

The captain’s boots thumped on the deck as he once again came into view to stand in front of her and Civilian couldn’t help but heartily thank him with a smile of relief.

He scratched the back of his neck, “No need to thank me, it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” His gaze fell to her now freed wrists, and his brow furrowed in concern. He reached out hesitantly before looking into her eyes. “May I?” She nodded and gave him her wrists. He turned them over, examining how the ropes had rubbed them raw, his callous hands careful to avoid the damaged skin. It also became apparent to Civilian that one could see the bruises and cuts from her shackling in the brig. Apparently, the captain noticed too, as he held up that wrist in particular.

“Iron cuff?”

“Yes.”

His expression was confused as if to ask why they would chain someone like her. “I escaped once.” she offered. His eyebrows raised in surprise causing her to smile.

“Quite impressive.” His face reflected his words as he released his hold on her wrist. “We will treat those, as well as your arm” He gestured to the place Simmons cutlas has clipped her “as soon as we can, I’m afraid our physician can’t be spared at the moment. I hope you understand.”

Civilian nodded with a tight smile. It couldn’t be easy for any physician after a battle of that size.

He interrupted her musings as he jumped into action. “In the meantime, we need to find you some dry clothes.” Civilian watched as he drug his teeth over his bottom lip issuing a shrill whistle. It almost made her want to cover her ears. Before long a young boy with a shock of red hair and peppered with freckles scampered his way up to them standing stick straight and saluting very seriously. Civilian noted the proud smile on the young captain’s face as he turned to her.

“This is Auggie he will help you find some suitable clothes.” His attention turned to the boy. “Take her to my quarters” He paused eyes thoughtfully studying civilians wet form. Normally civilian would have blushed at such an examination. However, the captain seemed good in his intentions. “See if you can find anything in my clothes.” He decided firmly.

His attention once again was on her face, “I’m sorry I doubt anything will fit.”

She tried not to blush and rubbed her arms underneath his borrowed jacket. “That’s alright I’ll manage.” She offered a smile.

“Excellent.” He returned her smile. It was quite dashing now that Civilian had a moment to think about it. Yet she pushed that unwelcome thought away as soon as it entered her mind.

“Well, there was just one more thing I needed to mention before you go. I apologize, I will be brief I know you are cold.” The captain nodded to Auggie as he led civilian a few steps away out of the boy’s hearing.

“I will have you know Simmons will be punished. I can tell there are things that I do not know yet and I intend to find them out.” He was very serious, and Civilian could see a determination in his eyes. “However, I wanted to ask you if there was anything I should know.” Civilian didn’t know what to say. She had gone from being nearly abandoned in a brig to being under the watch of a strong and vigilant, not to mention young and handsome, sea captain, it was almost too much. Her voice came out scratchy, as she looked at the deck beneath her feet.

“No, nothing you should know, sir.”

He chuckled, “Please, you make it sound as if I am my father. You can drop the sir.”

Her eyes rose to his deep brown ones once more and smiled. “If you insist.”

“But honestly, you need not spare Simmons.” He grew grave once more, “You can tell me any wrong he committed against you.”

“None that no one else knows” she answered honestly.

His face was still grave, which puzzled her.

“Your cheek tells a different story.”

He reached up gently, pushing her damp curls out of the way of the bruise upon her cheekbone.

“Oh.” Her eyes broke contact before returning to his, “That was not Simmons’s doing. That was yesterday.”

He nodded and she could see the anger against the pirates simmering behind his gaze.

“I am both sorry and happy to hear that.” He nodded deeply. “Thank you.” He paused, looking over her, over the ship, over his men who were scurrying about as busy as could be before again putting on that stunning smile.

“Well! You should follow Auggie. Tell him to get you something to eat from the galley. I shall see you later.”

With that, he tipped his hat and, upon seeing her safe with the cabin boy, walked away with the proud stride only sailors possess, leaving behind a curious civilian to go down below decks.

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random-writing-thoughts · 1 year

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Thought #184

"Run. Run. Get away. Run." Hero sprinted weaved their way through the crowd of people in the mall. Holding their arm tight to their body.

"Oh Hero, where did you go? If anyone sees someone running through the mall with a hurt arm, please stop them. They are not in their right mind and are a danger to society." Villain's voice echoed through the mall over the intercom system. They sounded distraught. Fake. It was all fake.

Hero squeaked and continued running. People turned and stared at them.

"Is that who the announcement was talking about?"

"It could be they look a little worse for wear."

The comments were quick and Hero paid them no mind. They just needed to get out. Get away from Villain and all their henchmen stationed at every exit.

But at the moment they stuck out like a sore thumb.

I need to change that.

Hero sprinted into a Nordstrom and dove behind one of the clothes racks. They clutched their arm close to their body and took a deep breath.

"Excuse me. You can't sit here. There are a few benches in the mall that you can go sit in."

Hero looked up at the employee with tears in their eyes. "Please. I need to hide, and I can't be out there. There are people looking for me. Bad people."

Employee nodded. "You can't be here." They stood and motioned for Hero to follow. "But I do have a place you can stay."

Hero followed them slowly. Hesitantly.

Employee wove through the store until they were back by the bathrooms. They pushed open another door and pulled Hero into the room.

There was a plush couch sitting in the corner. With a mini fridge next to it.

"I created this to get away from crappy people." Employee sat on the couch. "What's going on with you? If you don't mind me asking."

Hero sat down next to them. "I trusted the wrong person. They promised me the world and instead of following through they used me as a weapon."

Employee blew a raspberry. "Damn. The worst thing I ever dealt with was a Karen who couldn't find the right shoes and thought I had stolen every last pair." They laughed and stood. "Stay as long as you want. If you need anything let me know."

Hero grabbed their arm. "Thank you. Can you do one more thing for me?"

Employee nodded.

"If anyone comes in asking for Hero please say you've never seen me before."

Employee crossed their finger over their heart. "I promise. I'll be back here at the end of the day. Any food you need is in the fridge."

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silver-ink-iron-words · 2 years

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The vampire pinned the human against the brick alley wall, slowly leaning in, fangs bared. They were mere centimeters away. The human’s blood pulsed beneath fragile skin.

Then the vampire stopped. Closed their mouth. Backed away.

“What’s going on?” the human asked.

“I’m nervous.”

The human blinked. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“It’s my first time. And, well . . .” The vampire looked down, scuffed their sneakers on the pavement. “I might be, sort of, a little bit scared of blood.”

The human stared. “You’re a vampire.”

“I know, I know.” The vampire hugged their arms. “But, I dunno, it’s not like your human fears just disappear the second you’re turned.”

The human pinched the bridge of their nose. “I can’t believe this.”

“I’m sorry.”

The human sighed. “No. It’s not your fault. It’s not like you asked to become a vampire.”

The vampire winced, glancing away. “Uh, well, funny story about that.”

The human balked. “You didn’t.”

“No, no! I didn’t! Or at least, not exactly. You see, this vampire and I were kinda fighting. And he called me a cur. And so I said his mom sucks dicks. And he called me a ‘blight upon this earth.’ And so I said ‘bite me.’ And, uh, well, now here we are.”

The human looked at them as though a second mouth had sprouted on their forehead and started asking for nudes.

The vampire sighed, rubbing the back of their neck. “Look, I know I shoulda been more upfront about this stuff on the app. How ’bout I get you an uber, and we call it a night?”

But to the vampire’s surprise, the human shook their head. “No. No way. I’m not letting you try this again with someone else, just for you to embarrass yourself a second time.”

“Ouch.”

“Come on,” the human said, grabbing the vampire’s hand. “We need to get your blood cherry popped, and I know the perfect place to go.”

Part 2

#writing snippet #writeblr #vampire #monster x human #human x monster #vampyr #monster lover #writing #snippet #vampires #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero x civilian #villain x civilian #civilian x hero #civilian x villain #'blood cherry' would sound cool in any other context #the feminine urge to antagonize powerful monsters with 'your mom' insults #not a prompt

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thesakuragarnet · 5 months

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Pillow Talk

Summary: Toya is finally ready to take his and Hawks' relationship to the next level. (Another oneshot in my Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks AU timeline)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: smut, DabiHawks, Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks, swearing, making out, fluff, Keigo is a good significant other, they are so in love it's disgusting

Word Count: 2,757 words

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Spicy Tags: first time bl0wjobs, explicit s3xual content, one partner is experienced/one partner is a virgin, consent is sexy, healthy communication is sexy, sub bottom Dabi, dom top Hawks, praise k!nk, handj0bs, aftercare, c0me swallowing, slight body worship, enthusiastic consent, feathers & featherplay

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“Fucking shit!” Toya shouts as he rushes back into the kitchen, realizing he completely forgot to take the lasagna out of the oven. The one night he wanted to cook dinner for his boyfriend, he’d gotten distracted by a work call and left the food in too long. Keigo would be off shift any minute, meaning he’d be walking in the door seconds after. It was the first time he was spending the night over at Toya’s apartment, and his attempt at a good impression was already slipping through the cracks.

Toya had wanted so badly to be a hero…to be like Keigo. But…that was unrealistic. So he was forced to take the only other route that appealed to him: social work. He got kids out of homes that mimicked his own growing up. He took medication to quell his Quirk. He met Keigo in an alleyway after he had saved him from a mugger, and Kei had walked him home. They became friends…and then…after a year…something more. They weren’t official yet…mainly because Toya didn’t want his father to find out. After all, he worked closely with Hawks. They’d been dating in secret for about three months, and, finally, Toya had invited him to come over for dinner and stay the night.

“No, no, no!” Toya hisses as he reaches for the oven door without thinking and grabs the side of the tray with bare hands.

“FUCK!” He screams as he immediately drops the scorching hot dish, and it shatters on the floor, sending splats of lasagna all over his nice button-up shirt and pants; shards of porcelain fly everywhere. Toya’s heart sinks to the depths of hell as he hears Keigo turning the key he gave him into the door, and he freezes.

“T? I heard a crash, is everything oka-?” Keigo’s concerned voice stops short as he walks in and sees Toya standing agitated in the kitchen, completely covered in splashes of sauce like a crime scene. Keigo quietly closes the door and clasps a hand over his mouth, as if trying not to laugh. Toya’s face turns bright red.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just trying to make dinner, and I got distracted,” Toya mutters in agitation and embarrassment as he ducks down, disappearing behind the bar as he attempts to pick up the broken dish without slicing his fingers open. He winces as he feels the burns on his hands, though it doesn’t hold a candle to the pain he could feel while using his own Quirk. Keigo walks around the bar into the kitchen, and his eyes widen when he sees the extent of the damage.

“Here. I got it. I got it,” Keigo offers, picking up some of the broken shards. He sharply inhales when he sees the dark burns forming on Toya’s hands.

“Toya! Go run your hands under the water! What are you doing?!” He gasps, and Toya blinks, realizing the extent of the scalding from the dish. The flame Quirk-user gulps and nods, dropping the few pieces he picked up and running to the sink, flipping on the cold water.

“If you wanna go jump in the shower, I can get all this cleaned up and order us something to eat instead. You don’t have to dress all fancy. I’m probably going to go ahead and change out of my Hero suit,” Keigo says with a warm smile that touches Toya to his core. Nervous out of his mind, Toya nods and hurriedly makes his way to his bedroom, keeping his head down as he leaves Kei in the kitchen.

…

Toya sighs as he stares into the bathroom mirror, drying the last droplets of water from his hair. He hoped he hadn’t fucked everything up. He pulls on one of his old grunge band T-shirts and gray sweatpants before walking back out of his bathroom, out of the bedroom, and down the hall to his living room. He stops in the doorway when he sees Keigo facing the other direction in nothing but bright red boxers, his Hero suit discarded and hanging off the edge of the sofa. Toya’s face flushes as his boyfriend stretches, exposing all of the rippling muscles in his back. He flexes his arms in the stretch, highlighting his defined biceps, making Toya feel even fainter. He wants nothing more than for Keigo to wrap those big strong arms around him. Admittedly, it makes him feel a little self-conscious. He absentmindedly rubs his own forearms, wishing that he had an ounce of upper body strength. How could Keigo, with the sun-kissed skin and body of a Greek god, love some pasty, thin weakling like him? Yet, here he was. Keigo turns around to dig into his duffel, revealing his toned pecs and rock-hard abs, and Toya can’t tear his eyes away. Unconsciously, he bites his lip, trying not to drool over the sight…that is…until Keigo looks up and realizes he’s being watched. Toya practically trips over his own feet as he straightens up and clears his throat, trying to act natural.

“Food’s on the way!” Keigo beams as he slips on a gray athletic T-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “Are your hands okay?”

Toya gulps and nods, feeling his palms get sweaty.

“Yeah. Just stung a bit,” He coughs, walking over to the couch as Keigo plops down on it, slinging his duffel back to the ground and opening his arms, beckoning Toya to join him. A small smile crawls across the social worker’s face as he snuggles up into his boyfriend’s arms, which wrap around him almost instantly. He feels incredibly safe with Keigo…safer than he’s ever felt in his entire life.

“Thank you,” Toya mumbles appreciatively, and Keigo laughs.

“Don’t mention it,” The Pro yawns before kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. Toya smiles and shuffles closer, wishing he could just stay like this forever. The kind of love that Keigo provided was an unconditional breath of fresh air that he craved his entire life. For a while, he didn’t even believe in that kind of love. Now, he wanted to live in Keigo’s tender embrace.

“How was work?” Keigo asks, his fingers dancing up Toya’s arm.

“Stressful as always. I’m finally hitting a breakthrough though. What about you? How was the twelve hour patrol shift?” Toya replies, and Keigo huffs.

“Twelve hours of helping old ladies cross the street. You’d think they’d learn,” He jokes, flapping his wings two times. A soft, caring smile spreads across Toya’s face as he reaches up and gently runs his fingers through Keigo’s hair. The Pro’s eyes flutter shut, and he leans into the touch.

“So, besides dinner. You have anything else planned for us tonight?” Keigo hums, turning his head to softly press his lips into Toya’s open palm. Toya gulps as his heart skips a beat.

“Well, uh…um…what time is the food getting here?” He stammers, his mind racing. There was more than one reason he wanted this night to go perfect, and he was cursing himself for how long it was taking and how sideways it was going.

“Maybe an hour?” Hawks cocks his head, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Toya chews his bottom lip and sits up straight, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and his palms get clammy.

“I…I’m…I’m ready, Keigo,” The white-haired man stutters, trying his best to keep his voice steady.

“For?” Keigo asks, seeming a bit confused. Toya blinks, staring at him as if he’s waiting for Keigo to figure it out. A few seconds pass by, and then Keigo’s eyes widen.

“ Oh . Really?” He smiles, perhaps a little too eagerly. His wings seem to puff up, and Toya shifts nervously before nodding. They had done the bare minimum of physical intimacy in their relationship; nothing more than making out like high school kids and over-the-pants action. Keigo had a body count; Toya did not, purely because he always feared that level of attachment in relationships. He wasn’t sure if it was a sense of pride or autonomy, but there was something about being completely vulnerable that made his stomach turn. Nonetheless, his heart told him that he was willing to move in that direction with Keigo. Keigo made him feel safe. Keigo made him feel loved. Keigo was different. After all, he’d been surprisingly chill with the boundaries Toya had already put in place.

“Well…what…what exactly are you wanting to do? I only wanna do what you’re comfortable with,” Keigo says earnestly, cracking his back. Toya puts his hands on his knees as he stares into his eyes.

“Uh…well…I…I don’t wanna…I don’t wanna fuck yet. I mean…I do . I’m just…not ready for that yet,” He speaks slowly, carefully thinking over his words.

“But you wanna see if you can work your way up to that?” Keigo raises his eyebrow, and Toya sighs.

“In a way…yeah…let’s just…let’s just see what happens, and if I freak out or don’t like it, then I’ll tell you,” Toya offers, feeling his face get hot. He can’t believe that he’s planning his sex life out loud like it’s another case he’s working. He feels so fucking awkward.

“Sounds good to me,” Keigo murmurs sweetly before kissing Toya on the cheek.

…

They’re in Toya’s bed, stripped down to their boxers, simply passionately kissing as they have been for months. They’re lying on their sides, Keigo’s wing draped protectively over Toya and pulling him in close as Toya’s hands run through Keigo’s hair. Keigo cups the side of Toya’s face as he slips his tongue into his mouth, eliciting a choked whimper from his boyfriend. Slowly, Toya feels Keigo’s hands sinking lower, down his neck, brushing over his chest, slowly down his abdomen…feathers pull off both of their boxers...

“Mmm~” Toya moans into Keigo’s mouth as Keigo gently grips his half-hard cock. He greedily sucks on Keigo’s bottom lip, hands moving from the blonde tangles to the sensitive feathers. Keigo breaks free from the kiss with a lewd sigh, eyelids fluttering as Toya stares at him open-mouthed. Carefully, Keigo starts pumping his hand, and Toya completely submits.

“So good,” Toya whines, relishing in the feeling. Something about Keigo being the one touching him made the sensation infinitely sexier. Keigo smirks devilishly, indulging in the power he has over his boyfriend.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Keigo huffs, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as his golden eyes meet Toya’s blazing cerulean. Toya’s breath falters, as if the words shake him to the very core.

“Really?” He sighs, wondering how Keigo, with his incomparable looks, can think that he’s even close to beautiful.

“Really,” Keigo sneers before joining their lips, and, this time, Keigo’s heartbeat skips as Toya’s hand clutches his length. Toya’s hips are moving with a mind of their own as he starts desperately thrusting into Keigo’s hand; strained, high-pitched noises of pleasure muffle in his throat as he traces his tongue along the inside of Keigo’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good, baby,” Keigo growls between sloppy kisses, and Toya feels primal lust stirring in his gut.

“Keigo, I’m getting close,” Toya whimpers, his thrusts becoming spastic, and Keigo’s gaze darkens. He releases his grip before immediately disappearing beneath the sheets, and Toya’s face changes from confused and disappointed to pure ecstasy as Keigo starts sucking him off. Toya moans his boyfriend’s name over and over as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Within a few moments, his cries of pleasure turn to stutters and end with a sharp gasp. Toya’s fists clench as he spills his load down Keigo’s throat, biting his lip harshly through the orgasm as Keigo licks him clean.

“Fffuuuck,” Toya sighs as the afterglow washes over him, and Keigo climbs back up to be eye level, his cock leaking onto Toya’s stomach.

“C-can I?” Toya stutters dumbly, looking down at Keigo’s dick, and the Hero eagerly nods. Toya takes a deep breath, softly pushing Keigo over to lie down on his back as he slowly moves down.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Pizza!”

Toya freezes, but Keigo seems unfazed as a swarm of feathers leaves his wings and slips beneath the crack in the bedroom door.

“I’m taking care of it,” Keigo smirks, and Toya steadies himself, carefully licking at the precum that drips down Keigo’s length. The Hero starts panting, and Toya gazes up at him as he takes him all the way into his mouth. Almost immediately, he reels back, gagging and wiping the water from his eyes.

“You don’t have to take it all if you don’t want to,” Keigo breathes, slightly amused. Wordlessly, Toya slowly sucks him all the way back in, eyes watering as his cheeks hollow out with every movement. Keigo sighs his lover’s name as Toya slowly bobs his head up and down, his own breath staggering at the sight of Kei falling apart because of him.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Keigo hums, reaching down to run a hand through Toya’s hair. Toya throbs at the praise, and a soft whine stifles in his throat, vibrating around Keigo’s dick.

“Oh, so you like it when I praise you, T? Well, in that case,” Keigo huffs, and two feathers fly free from his wings before tracing across Toya’s cheeks, sweeping his jawline, as if Keigo is caressing the side of his face. “You make me feel things that nobody else can, baby. Keep doing what you’re doing. Fuck , you’re so good.”

Toya’s eyes start welling with a mix of tears from gagging and overactive emotions as he starts bobbing his head faster, trying hard not to melt under the heat of the moment.

“Such a good boy. My good boy. You’re putting me on cloud nine, baby,” Keigo moans, closing his eyes and leaning his head back into the pillow as he feels the approaching climax. Toya is whimpering now, breath hissing out of his nose as he swirls his tongue before pressing it flat up against it. Tears stream down his face as he watches his partner relish in the ecstasy.

“Close, baby. I’m close,” Keigo groans, and Toya pulls back, suckling on just the tip.

“ Fuck ,” Keigo sputters as he spills into Toya’s mouth. Toya closes his eyes, delicately swirling his tongue until his boyfriend stops twitching. He removes his lips with a slick pop, swallowing before wiping the mix of drool and precome off of his chin and blinking away the residual tears.

“Did…did I do okay?” Toya mumbles as if he’s ashamed, leaning back to sit on his knees. He knows Keigo has had other partners, and, with his inexperience, he can’t help but be worried about Keigo drawing comparisons. He knows he shouldn’t…but…he’s spent his whole life feeling like he isn’t good enough.

“Okay? Touya that was fucking amazing,” Keigo chuckles as he sits up, basking in the afterglow.

“Are you hungry?”

…

The lovers lie in bed, watching the credits to Thor: Ragnarok with an empty pizza box between them. Toya reaches over, grabbing the remote and switching off the television while Keigo’s feathers send the pizza box to the trash can and turn off the light. His wings immediately envelop Toya, who promptly snuggles up close to him, burying his face in Keigo’s pecs.

“I love you,” Keigo whispers, and Toya can’t help but grin. He’d heard him say it for the first time last week, and it still gave him butterflies every time.

“I love you, too,” Toya mumbles, focusing on the feeling of Kei’s feathers on his back.

“And you promise you were okay with everything we did today? Everything I did? And you? I don’t ever want you to feel forced to do anything, Toya. I want you to know you don’t have to reciprocate if you aren’t ready to take that step," Keigo murmurs sweetly before kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah, Kei. It was…fun, I guess. I’m…I’m not sure what to call it, but I liked it,” Toya yawns, wrapping his arms around Keigo to pull him closer.

“Good, I had fun, too. Do you want me to stick around for breakfast tomorrow? I wasn’t sure if you had plans, and I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” Keigo stammers, almost sounding nervous.

“Stay as long as you want, Birdbrain,” Toya smirks as he feels himself drifts off to sleep.

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