#civilian x supervillain

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

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

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

Thank you to @thepenultimateword for helping me on this one!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- I’m just-”

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

Civilian nodded stiffly.

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

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

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

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

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

Civilian went to leave, but Hero grabbed their wrist.

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

“Oh, that’s okay-”

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

Civilian’s stomach dropped.

“Hero!” a voice shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Run,” they mouthed.

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Civilian shook their head.

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

Civilian shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

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

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

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

“What did you do?” Civilian sniffled.

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

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

…

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

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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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[thermitetermite]

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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[depressedgaywriting]

39

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.

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[thepenultimateword]

Lotus

CW: coroner examination, blood, injury mention, mention of murder, harassment and stalking mention, body description

Civilian tried not to throw up as he lifted the sheet. Not because of the purple hue of livor mortis, all the blood long pooled to the victim's back and the heels of their feet, nor because of the 23 violent stab wounds littering their gut, insides now nothing more than a gooey, shredded mess. No, the real reason he felt so nauseous was the victim's face. He knew that face. In fact, he’d seen it only yesterday when it ambushed him outside his office. Sneering, too close, the hot, floral stench of their breath on his cheek.

Now it lay lifeless.

“I wasn’t aware they died,” Civilian said, doing his best to keep his voice neutral.

“Hasn't hit the news yet,” the chief police officer said. It figured they'd send the boss to deliver the remains on such a sensitive murder case. “Imagine the headline: Superhero Murdered: Killer Unknown and At Large.” It will be an uproar. Superhero was supposed to be the most powerful person alive, if it gets out that someone took them out... The public is going to panic. Not to mention all the villains who might make an attempt on the city without the opposition. I don't even want to think about Supervillain."

Civilian saw the implication in the officer's hard, over-the-glasses stare.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," he said dryly. "That would be unprofessional in any case. Being a hero doesn't change anything."

"Of course," the chief said, probably also hiding his real emotions. The police force's backbone had shattered and crumbled a long time ago. Probably the day Superhero came to the city and took control. None of them were equipped to deal with the type of criminals that narcissist had been keeping at bay. "So. Besides the obvious. How do you think...this...er...came about?"

Civilian turned to his tray of tools, straightening the knives, saws and forceps into even rows. "I need to give a full autopsy before I can give any cause of death."

"Ok, just give me a surface-level first impression then. "

Civilian sighed. "Didn't you have a medical examiner at the scene?"

"I've heard you're better."

Civilian really just felt like collapsing on the ground and breaking down. To get this confusing rush of relief and guilt under control. However, he had a sneaking suspicion that the chief wasn't going anywhere until he got something. Civilian tried not to feel too discouraged that the force was in a low enough place to be relying on him for leads.

He walked around to the other side of the table, gluing his eyes to the wounds instead of the face. If he could pretend this was just any other body, he would be fine.

"I mean, the stab wounds are a start. 23. That's an excessive amount. So it was personal. It's entirely possible it's no deeper than that. Someone got mad, and...bam."

"I could have told you that,” the officer said, index finger stuttering rapidly against his belt. “The question is how? If none of Superhero's enemies could kill them in the past, how did they do it now? The crime scene didn't even show a significant struggle."

Civilian rolled his eyes. Superhero wasn't a god. Just because they were big and powerful and felt like they could dominate everything and everyone around them, didn't mean they were perfect. Just because no one knew how to stop him didn’t mean there was never a way. At least…they’d always hoped there was a way.

"No need to be testy,” he said. “I’m just doing what you asked. Like I said, I need a full autopsy to know if there were drugs or other substances in their system at the time of death. Something like that could have slowed them down long enough to be attacked. Or perhaps, it was the drugs that killed them and the stabbing came later to cover it up.”

“Why would they do that?”

“I don’t know, scare tactic? I’m just spitballing. But if I could get to work…”

He motioned as politely as he could toward the door.

“Alright,” the officer said a little tightly, but he still offered Civilian a short nod before striding out of the room. Like always, the large, metal door slammed a little too hard when dropped.

Civilian collapsed immediately.

He barely caught himself in a low crouch, fingers spread flat against the cold tile. His breath came too hard and too fast, but now that the need to regulate his emotions was gone, he couldn’t seem to calm down. He hoped no one else would walk in. He didn't know how he would explain this. The best cover he could come up with was that he was afraid for the future with Superhero gone, but it would be dangerously awkward if anyone happened to hear the lie in his voice.

He honestly didn’t know how he was supposed to feel. Was it awful that he couldn’t bring himself to be sad? Superhero was a human being, someone he’d known personally, shouldn’t he feel some sort of sympathy?

Then there was the awful fact that he’d sort of wished it would happen. Every day that that monster trailed him like a lingering nightmare, in front of his workplace, outside his house, in his favorite stores, he’d wished that something might happen to them. If the law wouldn’t take care of it, then maybe one of their many fights would end badly. Or maybe a tragic accident might occur: struck dead in a lightning storm, broken neck in the shower, anything.

But Superhero had always been blessed.

Until now.

Civilian slowly uprighted himself. Guilty or not, he had a job to do. And if he didn’t want the police back down his throat, he should get started.

With a deep breath, he clicked the red button on his voice recorder.

"January 5th, 5:40 p.m., Superhero. Subject has 23 abdominal stab wounds, just below their ribs. No sign of further bruising or injury on any other part of the body." They held their magnifying lense up to the corpse's blue nails. "Not even any skin beneath the fingernails to indicate a struggle."

Civilian was relieved when they finished the external part of the examination and could get started with the internal. No need to look at the horrible familiarity of their smug jawline and forceful hands. Not only were insides less unique, but they'd carved a body so many times they could do it in their sleep, in fact, with all the inner turmoil roiling inside, the familiar monotony of the procedure was sort of relaxing. An incision here, and incision there, open up the chest cavity, remove the organs, check the weight, take some samples, bag them up, and... What was that?

Civilian squinted at the right bottom rib, smooth bone interrupted by a few jagged markings engraved large across the center. As he leaned in closer to the chest cavity, markings became letters.

STALKER

Civilian's stomach lurched.

"There....there seems to be a message carved into the subject's 12th rib, on the right side." They swallowed hard before saying the word aloud. "Stalker. Along with um…I think that’s a lotus? But with...eyes."

The symbol was unsettling, a staring eyeball carved onto each petal and staring straight into Civilain's soul. Almost like...it knew...

Civilian paused the recording and took another moment to breathe. They needed to think. What was this? A brand? A message? But for who? They glanced back at the staring lotus, quickly swiping a smear of blood over it with their thumb to block it out. It only made it worse.

Did someone know what Superhero and him? He'd never told anyone. He didn't have anyone close enough to confide in personally, and Superhero had been too prominent a figure to go public. If anyone even believed him, he'd been much to afraid of what Superhero might do to him after the fact.

Was it a coincidence that one of the only people who could examine the body intimately enough to see its ribs was...him? It wasn't like he was the only coroner in the city. The body just happened to fall into his jurisdiction based on where it was found. So unless the killer lured Superhero somewhere nearby specifically so Civilian would be the one to-- No. No, that was ridiculous. They were too close, making this all about them. More likely, Superhero had stalked more than one person.

"Someone who wasn't too soft to bite back."

Civilian was used to being alone, but suddenly he felt nervous hearing his voice squeak out against the autopsy room's empty quiet.

He cleared his throat and hit play on his recorder. "I've never seen this symbol before, but it may be a hint to whoever did this. It's the only unnatural mark I see on the body so far, but I will keep an eye out during the rest of the examination."

Civilian blabbered numbly throughout the rest of the autopsy, doing his best to keep the tremor from voice. It was easy going through the motions, it was less easy trying to block out the surge of thoughts invading his mind. There were no other marks and no other clues as to how Superhero was overwhelmed. The contents of Supehero's stomach and blood would take some time to be tested, so as unhappy as it would probably make the police chief, the only lead he was going to be able to give him was that rib. Civilian managed to transfer his old nightmare into one of the freezers and make an appointment over the phone for the chief to come back in the morning, before locking up the office and starting the trek to the bus stop.

He had to admit, even with a powerful killer on the loose, it was one of the least stressful walks he'd had in over a year. At least he knew Superhero wasn't around any of these corners now, watching his every move from the shadows, crooning soft flatteries that Civilian forced queasy smiles to in case Superhero decided to get offended and unpleasant.

He shuddered, swallowing the instinctual bile that rose in his throat at such a familiar image.

It had been flattering at first, receiving attention from someone as big as Superhero. He was no one and Superhero had deigned to look in his direction. They picked him up from work. They worried about his safety. They called him every night to ask about his day. He'd felt special. That is until the red flags started popping up: the demands, the guilt trips, the complete and utter lack of boundaries. The calls became interrogations, the walks turned intrusive, and "no" became a meaningless word.

No. Civilian was not upset Superhero was dead, and if that made him bad person, so be it.

A bus ride later, he fumbled to unlock his front door, relieved that he now had the time to fumble. As he finally got the lock to ungum and swung the door open, a little piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Someone must have slid it halfway into the door's crack.

Civilian snatched it off the cement and stepped inside, already kicking off his shoes and sliding his bag to the floor as he flipped the paper over in his hand.

5 eyes stared straight back.

Civilian yelped, dropping the paper as if it were on fire.

It landed face-up on his hallway tile, gazing up from their respective lotus petals. Underneath penned in looping letters was an phone number.

Civilian rapidly slammed the deadbolt in place, racing to the living room window and peeking up and down the walk through the blinds. A couple passed by walking their dog, but nothing suspicious.

He took a deep breath and cautiously approached the little white square, forcing himself to pick it up by the corner.

He should report this. He didn't know how to handle this alone; his best chance was the police. But...how likely was it for the same symbol to be found on both the body and a note in his own home. And with Civilian's less than pleasant history with the victim... Wouldn't that make him a suspect? But, then again, if he didn't report it and anyone found out...that would be worse.

Not that the chances of anyone finding out were high. Civilian didn't have anyone to invite over, not since their trouble with Superhero prompted them to push everyone who could possibly be used as leverage away.

Civilian stuffed the note in his pocket and headed for the kitchen. He pushed the fear way, way down, and focused on boiling water for a too-rich cup of hot chocolate that made his eyes droop when he reached the last drops. He went upstairs, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and changed into sweats and an old t-shirt. He was just about to throw the clothes into the laundry basket when he couldn't help but pull the note back out of his pants pocket.

He should have let it get damp and ruined in the wash. He should ignore it. Or throw put it back outside and pretend not to have sen it. He should not be sitting on the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone and preparing to call. But some part of him needed to know. Was there more than just him? Who were they? How did they do this? It wasn't like they didn't know where he lived already, so...

He punched in the phone number and listened with a tight stomach to the rings.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"You called."

Civilian nearly dropped the phone at the sudden even tone. It was a woman. That much was obvious. He had been half expecting a voice changer like the criminals in the movies, but the biggest alteration to her voice was the static crackle of slightly bad connection.

"I...er...yes. Who is this?"

"A friend. At least I hope you'll come to consider me as such."

Her voice was smooth with an obvious effort to infuse some warmth to its natural chill. It reminded Civilian the thawing sheet of ice that coated the lake each spring.

"I don't have friends."

"I know."

Civilian shuddered. "I don't understand. Who are you? Why are you doing this? Did you kill Superhero? What do you want with me?"

It all spilled out in a jumbled panic they couldn’t stop. They felt sick and they probably should have hung up by now, but they had a distinct feeling that stopping now would only make them feel worse.

“Shhh,” the voice soothed. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything. Can we meet?”

“What?” Civilian choked incredulously. “No. No, I’m not meeting up with a killer!”

“It can be public. Anywhere you like. But if you’d rather not at all, I understand.”

What sort of a response was that? Was she really offering him an out? Did he really not have to do any of this? But what was the point of setting up this call then?

“Why?” he said.

“You might want to talk? About what happened?”

“Superhero being murdered?”

Hy couldn’t think of anything he would like less to discuss with a killer than their own murders. It seemed sort of sick. Did Civilian seem like the sort of person who got excited over those sort of topics?

“If you like. And everything Supehero did you before that.”

Civilian’s chest went cold. “How do you know about that?”

“I saw it.”

His sharp intake of breath echoed airily in the speaker.

“Not on purpose,” the woman added quickly. “I wasn’t following you. Superhero and I had a relationship that required seeing each other on a regular basis, and I happened across it in the aftermath of…work. From the way they talked, I knew they had someone, but I never imagined…”

Yeah. No one did. That has been the problem.

“Can we meet?” the woman repeated.

Civilian had to be crazy. Something must be truly , seriously wrong with his head.

“Ok.”

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, voice losing its chill entirely for just a moment. “When? Where?”

“Now? Apparently you know where I live, so how about the diner on the corner? It’s open 24/7.”

If Civilian gave himself more time to think about this he’d chicken out. And maybe that would be for the best, but at this moment he didn’t need sense. He needed this suffocating weight off his chest.

“I’ll be about 15 minutes; I wasn’t expecting you to want to meet so quickly.”

"Right, see you...um...what do you look like exactly?"

"You'll know," the woman said, and the line went dead.

Well. If Civilian died tonight, at least he got to cut up Superhero. That was more than he really could have hoped for.

He didn't bother changing out of his lounges clothes, just pulling on a pair of rubber boots and grabbing a roughly matching jacket from the coat hook before darting for the door. Last second, he rummaged out the little canister of pepper spray from his work bag. It had been purchased especially for Superhero, but he had never had the guts to use it. Maybe this time... Well, in any case, he felt safer with it sitting in his pocket.

When Civilian arrived at the diner it was all but empty. Just one couple sat at the counter sharing a disgustingly overtopped milkshake, while a pale-haired woman in a forest green coat sat tucked in a booth at the back.

Civilian drew cautiously near. "Um...hello?"

The woman looked up from her menu, revealing the five eyes lotus tattoo in the hollow of her throat.

Civilian retreated a step back, but it was too late. She grinned, stretching a long pale scar that cut from her cheekbone to the end of her chin, and those eyes...pale as ice and just as sharp. When she stood she practically radiated power. The same aura always surrounded Superhero, something unnatural, awe-inspiring, and terrifying.

Civilian recognized her almost immediately. Not because he'd ever met her in person, but from the many pictures he'd seen on tv.

"Hey," she said, waving to the open seat across from her.

"S-S-S-Supervillain."

"Told you you'd know me." Her voice then dropped back into the even tone it had carried over the phone. "Would you rather sit here, or in the next booth over? I don't want to be shouting sensitive information to the room, but I also want you to have all the space you need."

"This is fine," Civilian said, dropping into the booth. He'd never imagined Supervillain being the type to ask. Not with her dangerous reputation.

For a moment they just sat in silence, Civilian looking at his knees, Supervillain's eyes boring into the crown of his head.

"Do you want to order--"

"So you did that," Civilian interrupted. He immediately blanched. He didn't need to make himself a target for another top super.

"I did," Supervillain said calmly, not even a speck of remorse on her tongue. She didn't duck her head in shame either. She was...apparently fine with what she'd done.

"Aren't you worried I'll tell someone?" Civilian hoped desperately that didn't sound like a threat.

She shrugged. "Police will unravel it soon anyway. And I'm not too worried about their power."

Civilian nodded vaguely. If they hadn't caught Supervillain with Superhero's help, they certainly weren't going to catch her without. He wasn't sure if that she be disheartening or not, but at the moment he only felt neutral.

"And the..." Civilian mimicked writing letters in the air.

"Ah, so you did see that." She leaned forward a little in her seat. "I just called it as I see it. Call it a statement to the public. How long were they doing this to you?"

"A little over a year..."

"That scum." Her pale eyes narrowed and Civilian got the feeling if she could kill Superhero all over again, she would.

Civilian swallowed. "Excuse me, Miss--"

"Miss? That's cute. Just call me Supervillain."

"Supervillain." It tasted strange on their tongue, but not exactly bad. "Why, if I can ask, did you do it? How did you do it?"

"How is easy," Supervillain shrugged. "I've always been stronger. I've only held myself back because together we kept the city balanced. But when it came down to it, it wasn't too hard for me to punch through their steel skin.

"As for why..." Her icy eyes softened. “They were bothering you. So I got rid of them.”

Civilian blinked. "But you don't even know--"

"I didn't have to. It was wrong. Even I wouldn't be so vile, and I'm the expert on the wrong. I saw someone who needed a way out of a terrible trap. One with only one possible escape route."

“Th-thank you.” Civilian squeezed the legs of his sweats in his fists, blinking rapidly to keep back the tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his chin up to stare Supervillain directly in the eyes. "Thank you."

Supervillain smiled. "You're welcome. Do you... want to talk? Or order something? I find it's easier to get words out when I have something else to distract me."

Civilian quickly ordered a large stack of strawberry and banana pancakes. He told her everything.

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Anything Wrong II

Part 1

Warnings: restraints, electrocution, torture

Civilian screamed and begged to be let go. It wasn’t fair. They hadn’t done anything wrong. They had followed all of the rules set forth by Supervillain when the town was conquered. Surely there had to be some sense of justice? 

“PLEASE!” They screamed as Supervillain took their chains in hand, sending little shocks of electricity into Civilian’s wrists. 

“Please, what?” Supervillain smirked as they continued to send pulses of electricity. 

“LET ME GO! I WON’T! PLEASE!”

Supervillain chuckled. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care that you’ve followed all the rules. It’s my town now. I can do what I want with all of you.” 

Civilian squeezed their eyes shut against the tears that filled their eyes. No. Surely this wasn’t happening. Surely the town hadn’t given itself over to a monster. 

Supervillain leaned down and whispered in Civilian’s ear, “Oh I am very much a monster, sweet Civilian. And you are my pretty little prey.” And they resumed shocking Civilian once more.

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Tis, I the weirdly obsessive fanatic of your blog. Yes, I have slipped into your asks. No, you cannot get rid of me, I will forever be a piece of gum stuck to your shoe.

Anyway with that being said, (I dont know if you are open to part two requests but if you are) may I request a part two of “One to go”? I know you’ve posted it very recently but I’m a selfish, greedy fool who is in desperate need of your writing.

Sincerely, the weirdly obsessive fanatic.

(Seriously though, if I’m getting annoying feel free to spray me with a pesticide.)

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One to go pt.2

Part one

The room smelled of ash and wood, warm, orange light illuminated the room, flickering shadows on the walls. The walls were painted in an ashy kind of brown, as in their father’s old studio back at the hills, tainted in a light yellow undertone. Then, they concluded, it could not be the Hero’s base Civilian last remembered being, they wouldn’t smoke and leave ash roaming around for long enough to taint inside of their building, the press would talk. 

Civilian was finding themselves counting aimlessly the cracks and lumps up in the ceiling looking to dissipate the fuzziness they still felt, the usual sensation of being barely woken up, known and common, still, that time, it felt heavier, harder to break off of.

Something was off, many things. Their head was heavy, and an odd feeling settled deep inside their stomach, they could identify the reason for neither, swallowing harshly to soothe the dryness on their throat, and trying with that to ground themselves a little better. 

Warm fingers settled over their freezing skin, holding their right arm carefully, thumb caressing over her skin steadily, almost mechanically. 

Until it stopped. 

“You’re awake,” a voice said, a voice they remembered having heard from somewhere, even when the where was still quite blurry “I’m glad, how are you…?” 

It was nausea, they came to find the unsettledness in their stomach, as they sat up straight, throwing their head over the side of the bed and emptying their stomach on the dark wooden floor. 

…On the dark wooden floors.

There was no such thing in their home not in the base of the friend they had so stupidly go to visit, it wasn't worth it, everyone said, with blood and ash constantly staining the carpets and marble, fancy, expensive wood was simply a bad idea, harder to clean, easier to stain. 

They sat up back straight after thinking themselves finished, holding their arms close with their hands, aiming to prevent the shivering from both the morning coldness and the fear building in their back and their arms and their legs.

“You’re all right, Civilian,” Supervillian said, voice calm for such a situation “oh dear, you certainly can’t handle sedatives very well, I’ll write it down.” 

“Se…sedatives?” their voice trembled.

The other stood, gracefully reaching for a glass on the nightstand, handing it to the Civilian, who watched it closely yet never really took it.

“None of that now, you need to drink something, you’ve been out for two days and a night,” they said, pushing further against the other’s hands, Civilian shook their head, pushing it right back at them.

Supervillian sighed, gulping down a drink from the glass, then offering it back again. 

“It was not me who drugged you.” 

After being offered it yet again, Civilian grabbed it quickly, drinking it down to wash the taste left in their mouth. They took a deep breath, and stared back at the criminal sitting so casually before them. 

No one said anything for a minute. 

“It wasn’t Hero.” 

“Were they not?” 

“Of course they were not!” of course, they repeated in their head, trying to remember the events of the night prior.

“You don’t remember, do you?” the criminal asked, brow lifted and smile amused. “You were laying on the secondary living room when I reached the place, they kept the fire on, so very considerate, smoke gathering around a very closed room with a very much locked door.” 

Civilian laid back, nausea threatening to return. They stayed focused or so they tried, in the other’s words. 

“You did say some very interesting things, probably was the fever more than the sedative speaking.” 

“What did I say?” Civilian asked, heart racing at the thought of saying something they shouldn’t have with such a character listening. 

“You talked about Hero quite a bit, how excited you were for them to return, you didn’t quite finish telling them about your discovery, the DNA fragment which predisposes, after a certain activation through epigenetic changes, the appearance of powers, if I remember correctly.” 

“I don’t…I shouldn’t.”

“I’m guessing they weren’t a fan of your discovery, circumstances given.” 

But of course there was an explanation, Civilian thought, an event of great relevance between them telling Hero about their investigation, being locked in a room full of smoke, and Supervillian getting to them. They were not even sure if what the criminal said was true or a very elaborated story to make them hesitate andescape. 

They wouldn’t, of course, they had to leave, they’d already talked enough.

“I’d love to have that head of yours on my side.” 

Civilian threw up once more.

***

Supervillain stared at the security cameras in their office. 

First escape attempt, three hours and forty-five minutes after leaving them to sleep. 

They had to go catch their new official personal scientist. 

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I am, in fact, open to requests for second parts, even more so for one that I was really excited about doing.

It feels a bit strange that people are really liking what I write, I'm quite happy about it.

Thank you very much for the request :) I hope it lives to the expectation, maybe I will continue it to a third part with a bit more Supervillain-Civilian closeness

By the way, rereading some pieces I've seen that I have some typos and grammatical mistakes, I've been correcting them as I go, sorry :(

That's all, bye :)

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Prompt #3

"My plans are almost in alignment," the supervillain said, fingers crossed in front of them as they leant back in their seat, watching their henchman flit to and fro busily upon the security monitors. "This city will crumble. An entire empire of political power sent crawling on its knees while I alone will take its place. And they'll love me. The people - they'll adore me...or they'll fear me. Same deal. As long as they're loyal, they'll be rewarded, and soon that'll be all that matters to them.

"Yes, in three days I'll have this city in the palm of my hand - the world's greatest heroes begging for my mercy. And the best part of it all? No one - not one soul - can stop me."

Behind them their lover huffed in amusement, one hand resting upon their hip as they considered it.

"I don't know..." they said. "If I stopped baking your special cookies I'm pretty sure I'd have the upper hand."

The supervillain spun about in a rush, a look of horror and betrayal playing out across their face. "You wouldn't dare."

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Prompt#64

"It's all your fault ! you made me do this!"

"Shhh, that's it, take all your anger out on me. I don't care as long you are paying attention to me.

"So is this how you take my feelings?are they so funny that they seem like a joke?!"

"Never doubt my love for you."

"Give me a kiss and I'll think of forgiving you"

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[world-of-fire-and-flight]

The Lair in the Woods: Part 8

A/N: No editing, we die like men😅

Warnings: threats (mostly in jest), reference to stalking/being stalked, anxiety, medical scenario, reference to past injury, reference to past near-death experience, fear, fear of being stalked

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“…ould we wake them?” A low voice slowly drew Supervillain from their slumber. Buoying between sleep and wakefulness, Supervillain managed to gather their wits before they moved, realizing the weight pressing against their one side as a person slumped against them.

Their eyes slid toward the sound the voice had come from, their ears pricking at the whispered reply of uncertainty.

“I would advise against that if you value your lives,” Supervillain hissed under their breath, finally finding Medic and Right Hand in the darkened living room. As the pair gaped at them, Supervillain turned their attention to slowly disengaging themselves from Civilian’s sleeping form, praying they wouldn’t wake as they managed to maneuver away from them and set a pillow under them in their place.

Stepping away from the makeshift bed, Supervillain’s gaze lingered a moment longer than they should’ve allowed just to be sure that Civilian hadn’t woken. Satisfied they’d managed to escape without waking them, Supervillain turned to motion for their associates to follow them.

Right Hand’s eyes held a teasing glimmer that made their blood boil. They met their gaze with a hard glare. Clenching their jaw, Supervillain ignored them and strode past them both toward the hallway.

Once they were all safely out in the frigid hallway and the door to their private quarters shut firmly to ensure Civilian didn’t hear them, Supervillain grumbled, “Not a word to anyone, or I’ll kill you both.”

“Hey, say no more,” Right Hand said, an amused lilt to their voice, “but before I let this go, I just have to ask, you couldn’t get away before?”

Supervillain sighed. Exasperation eased the tension from their shoulders. “I couldn’t. Civilian is like a cat, I couldn’t just push them off.”

Medic hummed. “Tell that to your heart rate.”

“Did you two come here just to gamble with your lives, or do you actually have something of importance needing my attention?” Supervillain crossed their arms over their chest and morphed their appearance in what many considered to be their true face: a pinched face that wasn’t altogether unpleasing to look at but also not conventionally handsome. It seemed to unsettle people, and that’s what Supervillain liked about it. It put people on edge until they decided whether or not he was too seedy to be around or somehow beautiful enough to fall for their rouse.

But in reality, they knew Right Hand hated watching them shapeshift. Medic didn’t seemed too fazed by it anymore, but even they got the message.

Barely meeting their gaze, Right Hand offered them a thin file folder. “This is a short-list of any supers who might could use their abilities to stalk someone, as well as some suspected stalkers in Civilian’s area the police couldn’t never quite prove without a doubt were guilty, barely finding circumstantial evidence against them.”

Supervillain accepted the file, slightly disheartened at how thin it was. But then again, maybe that was a blessing in and of itself. Now they only had handful of suspects instead of a whole pool. If they could prove a link between any of these supers and Civilian, they’d have found their stalker and could take care of it.

They flipped through the file, scanning the pages of the profiles Right Hand had pulled containing information like the supers’ civilian name, their hero or villain name if they had one, their powers, and any other information they’d gathered on them. As they did, they stopped on a page and gave it a hard look, their eyebrow arching.

“Why is Mirth included on here?” Annoyance flared in their bloodstream.

Medic snickered, “Probably cause Right Hand fancies her.”

“Uh-huh, but that still doesn’t answer my question, now does it?”

“It sort of does,” Medic mumbled at the same time as Right Hand stuttered, “Well, she does have powers that would aid in—”

Supervillain cut them off with a shake of their head. They snapped the file closed and pinched the bridge of their nose with their free hand. “That might be true but do you honestly believe that Mirth of all heroes capable of stalking someone and sending threatening messages?”

Medic and Right Hand shared a glance.

“When you put it like that,” Right Hand said slowly, “no, but I figured after what she did to Other Supervillain, maybe she was worth considering.”

“She operated halfway across the country.”

Medic raised their hands like they were surrendering. “I tried to tell them but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Right,” Supervillain drawled, opening the file once more and plucking Mirth’s profile and handing it back to Right Hand. “In any case, this is a good start. Have you found out anything about Civilian’s connections and if their stalker is someone they do know?”

“I’m still looking into it and cross-referencing what I’ve found with our data and anything I can hack into, but so far nothing. Civilian’s associates all check out.”

Supervillain sagged with relief. Catching themselves, they straightened and cleared their throat. “Report to me immediately if you find anything. I’ll get this to my contact in the city.”

“Oh? And who might that be?” Right Hand’s brows raised.

“None of your concern. I made a bargain and that’s all you need to know at the moment.”

Medic kicked Right Hand in the shin before they could say anything more. “All right then. I’ll be back in the morning to check on Civilian. In the meantime, I’ll keep Right Hand out of trouble.”

“And you’re doing a great job of it,” Supervillain said dryly, not bothering to keep their voice down. How these two had become their closest confidants they’ll never wholly understand. Shaking their head, Supervillain took a step toward their chamber door, glad for the second alone. Their body flushed with heat. Their skin crawled, stretching and pulling and shrinking back into place as they shifted back into the image Civilian knew them as. Already their mind was thinking of a plan to catch their stalker, regardless of what their intelligence gathering could grant them. But first, they needed a shower and some breakfast, some time to clear their head before Civilian inevitably woke up and needed to be looked after.

***

Civilian stretched, not bothering to open their eyes. Wood smoke tickled their nose. A fire crackled somewhere close to them. By all means, between the atmosphere beyond their closed eyes and the warmth surrounding them, it was the most at peace they’d felt in days even accounting for the ache that blanketed their whole body.

Slowly, they willed their eyes to peel open and stay open. Civilian frowned. Their addled mind couldn’t place the wood paneled wall or the floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. Neither could they remember ever owning a fur blanket—or so many blankets—and they certainly didn’t think they’d sleep anywhere but their bed.

Sitting up, Civilian glanced around, their eyes lingering on each little detail as they tried to wipe the cobwebs from their mind.

A spark shuddered through them. Supervillain. The storm. The old ski lodge.

Groaning, Civilian sank back into the bed of blankets and furs, pulling a blanket over their head and curling up. They just wanted a moment. Or better yet, a complete break from reality. Just for a little while, they silently pleaded with whatever universal powers would listen and take pity on them.

Soft footsteps reached their ears, as did the slight creak of the floorboards. Willing themselves to peel the blanket away from their face and peek out at the world to see who was coming, Civilian was immediately met with the curious gaze of Supervillain.

“Good morning?” they said, their lips quirked in a bemused smile.

Despite themselves, Civilian groaned and brought the blanket back up over their head, praying that Supervillain would just leave them alone.

“Ah, so it’s that kind of day. Well, I was just about to make breakfast and I expect Medic will be around shortly to check in on you. You’re welcome to pretend you don’t exist if that’s what you want. I, on the other hand, will be making waffles.”

Civilian bit their lip, tempted by the promise of food but not entirely willing to leave their cocoon. Hesitantly, they asked, “Do I have to get up?”

Supervillain’s chuckle was like thunder to their ears. “Not if you don’t want to. I’ll bring you a plate when they’re ready.”

“Thank you.” Civilian turned their face into the soft bedroll beneath them as though it could swallow them whole and actually hide them from the world, but alas, it left them alone and feeling utterly exposed.

Supervillain hummed in acknowledgement but remained silent. The only other indication of their presence was the soft footsteps that faded away toward where Civilian had gathered the kitchen was.

A burst of static turned Civilian’s heart beat into a frenzy. And then it was gone and the room was silent again except for the frantic beating of Civilian’s heart between their ears.

“Damn,” they heard Supervillain mutter. A little louder they said, “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I’d left the radio on so loud, or that the storm had knocked out the weather station. The blizzard’s stopped though, so as soon as Medic says you’re fit to travel, we could probably take the snow mobiles back to your retreat here on the mountain. That is if you want to.”

Civilian took a long breath in through their nose. Realizing there was no sense in outrunning the day, they sat up and let the blanket fall to their lap. “And what about my stalker? Are…Does your offer to help still stand?”

“My team and I already compiled a list of supers who possess powers that could definitely lend themselves to being a difficult stalker to catch. I haven’t heard from my…associate in the city yet. I imagine they have their hands full with the blizzard now.”

Civilian nodded. Drawing their legs up to their chest, they threaded their fingers through their hair and meant to let their head rest in the hand. They quickly pulled their hand away from their hair in disgust. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d washed their hair, but they definitely needed to today.

A distant knock and the subsequent pause in Supervillain’s preparation of the waffles broke them from their pining after a shower and a fresh set of clothes.

“And that’s probably Medic now,” Supervillain sighed.

Sure enough, a moment later Civilian was greeted by the person who’d woke them from their fitful slumber last night or yesterday.

“Hello again,” they said, offering them a soft smile. “I’m Medic, though you probably already know that. Sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean to startle you. Is it okay if I come a little closer?”

Civilian nodded, watching their slow movements as Medic set their medical bag on the edge of the bed beside them and came to stand before them.

“So, how are you feeling?” they asked.

“Okay…” Civilian said, still watching them warily.

Medic nodded. Civilian expected some form of condescension to mar their features or crinkle their eyes, but Medic remained completely calm and open. “Any aches or pain anywhere?”

“Yeah. My entire body aches.”

“Do you still feel cold?”

“Uh,” Civilian paused, considering the question for a second before they answer. “No, not anymore.”

“That’s great,” Medic beamed. “All right then the only left to do is check your vitals and then I’ll be out of your hair. Is that okay with you.”

Civilian nodded, a little more at ease than they were previously. Maybe they shouldn’t have been but Medic didn’t seem to have a threatening bone in their body—and the aroma of waffles wafting through the room was starting to make Civilian’s mouth water.

Medic walked them through everything they did before bringing out their instruments, something Civilian was grateful for and suspected Medic did on purpose so they wouldn’t startle them. After listening to their lungs and checking their eyes, Medic placed the blood pressure cuff on them and inflated it.

After a moment, they removed it and packed everything away.

“So your blood pressure is a little elevated, though nothing to be concerned about given the circumstances.” They tilted their head, frowning. “You don’t have a history of high blood pressure, do you?”

Civilian shook their head.

Medic nodded slowly. “Then it’s definitely just a result of recent stress factors. Do you have any questions for me?”

“No…wait,” Civilian started, “can I take a shower?”

Medic shrugged. “If you’re up for it, I don’t see why not. Try not to make it too hot though. Your body temperature is stable, but I wouldn’t want you to shock your system again so soon after your prolonged exposure to the cold.”

“Okay.”

With a word of goodbye, Medic left and Supervillain soon took their place, a plate of waffles in their hand.

“There’s more in the kitchen if you want some,” they offered.

“Thanks,” Civilian said, eagerly accepting the warm plate.

“When you’re done, I’ll show you to the bathroom. It’s adjoined to my bedroom so…” Supervillain trailed off. Their gaze dropped to their feet. “We’re still working on getting the power restored to the main parts of the building, so unless you want to brave the frigid hallways, the en suite’s the closest one to us.”

Civilian bobbed their head. “That’s fine. I mean, I don’t want to impose, or impose anymore than I already have, I just want to—”

“It’s fine, and you’re really not imposing,” Supervillain assured them softly. “I’ll try and find some fresh clothes that’ll fit you in the meantime.”

Civilian nodded, watching them as they walked off down the hallway that would inevitably lead to their bedroom. More and more, they didn’t know what to think of their savior or what their motivations might be. But at least there was one thing they were certain of: they were really good at making waffles and pancakes, so even if they were their stalker, at least Civilian had gotten something good out of the whole situation.

Not all they had to do was figure out how to leave this place, and just who they could trust if not Supervillain and their team.

Their waffles provided them no insight other than the comfort of a happy appetite. By the time they’d finished, Supervillain was back and informed them that they’d left a change of clothes in the bathroom for them for when they wanted them. With no time like the present, Civilian begrudgingly stood from the bed on weak legs. Carefully wrapping a blanket around themselves like it could shield them, Civilian trailed after Supervillain as they led the way to most luxurious bathroom they’d ever seen. Civilian greedily eyed the free standing soaker tub, realizing that maybe a good soak would do them a world of good that a shower just couldn’t possibly do.

Supervillain left, and for the first time in days, Civilian felt as though they were truly alone.

The feeling didn’t stop them for searching as much of the bathroom as they could reach for any signs of cameras though. They doubted the paranoia of being stalked would ever leave them, but for one fleeting moment as they lowered themselves into the warm water of the tub, they thought maybe in time, they’d overcome it.

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Prompt #18

The entire fight was broadcasted all over the city.

The Civilian who had once been a nobody was now all anyone ever talked about, as their recent kidnapping by Supervillain was plastered everywhere. There was somehow always a news team who discovered Supervillain's newest hideouts, and everything was well documented.

Now thousands watched with bated breaths as the final fight had broken out. Superhero had tracked Supervillain down, and they were now locked in the fight of the decade as Civilian sat in a corner, tied to a chair.

Some bet Supervillain was going to win and Civilian would be their prisoner forever, others had their money on Superhero. Superhero, they reasoned, was stronger than Supervillain, and could beat them easily if it came down to skill and strength. The only reason Supervillain was even able to fight was their cunning head and devious weapons. In real hand to hand combat, they couldn't stand a chance.

But somehow, they were. The fight went back and forth, everyone watching- even Civilian, who the news teams occasionally cut back to- on the edge of their seats.

At one point, Superhero had Supervillain pinned down by their neck. Ten minutes later, Supervillain had Superhero cornered with a knife to their throat.

On and on it went, all of it too exciting to look away.

Finally, finally, Superhero struck the winning blow. Kicking Supervillain hard in the side, throwing them violently backwards. Supervillain hit hard up against one of the wooden boxes scattered around their lair, smacking their head and slumping to the ground, blood trickling from their nose.

Superhero stood over the dazed villain, their chest puffed out in victory as they smiled dazzlingly down at their fallen foe.

"Your reign is over, Supervillain." Superhero told them as the reporters' cameras zoomed in on their face. Their heaving chest, their bruised and bloody arms. "You will no longer terrorize the Civilian and the rest of the city. Let this be a lesson."

And with that they swept away, their cape swishing behind them as they went to untie Civilian.

At home, and even in the crowds surrounding the lair everyone went wild. Cheering, screaming, crying. Relieved that the Civilian had been saved, letting out cries of victory or woe as the fight turned out differently than they thought it would.

There was too much hype going on, no one noticed Supervillain dragging themself away to lick their wounds. Superhero and Civilian had vanished, likely trying to get away from the crowds to properly recover before making a public appearance.

Nobody cared, however. The police were too busy trying to wrangle the crowds around the lair, the reporters too preoccupied with trying to summarize the fight. Hardly anyone noticed when Supervillain's lair was suddenly empty of the three people the city had spent the last half hour watching.

In a dark narrow and foggy alley several blocks from all of the commotion, Superhero let out a breath as they relaxed against a wall, Civilian still in their arms.

Civilian blushed, grinning at them. "T-thank you for saving me."

"Oh cut that out," Superhero rolled their eyes, they were still trying to catch their breath after their quick retreat.

Civilian just giggled and kissed their cheek.

Both of them looked up as there came the sound of rushed and faulty footsteps to their right, and witnessed a very dejected looking Supervillain stumbling into the alley.

Civilian gasped and clutched tighter to Superhero. "It's Supervillain!" They cried. "They're back to kidnap me!"

Supervillain was out of breath and shaking, but they looked up with a determined and deadly smirk. "You bet, Civilian. And this time nothing can-"

"You two are ridiculous," Superhero grumbled, setting Civilian down.

Supervillain and Civilian both burst out laughing, and Superhero only rolled their eyes again. Civilian was the first to rush to their partner, throwing their arms around Supervillain in a tight hug. "You were amazing!"

"Thanks," Supervillain said with a smile. "That hurts though get off of me-"

Civilian quickly retracted their arms as Superhero stepped over to them. "I'm sorry," they said softly. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

"It's okay," Supervillain had to stand on the tips of their toes to reach Superhero's cheek with a small kiss. "It's just a few bruises, I'll live."

"But you weren't supposed to get hurt, it was all just meant to be staged-"

"I'm fine, Superhero." They took their partner's hand. "I knew one of us might get hurt, you knew that too."

Civilian smiled warmly. "Now what? We all become famous actors?"

"What's the use?" Superhero asked. They seemed to be lightening up after they realized Supervillain had forgiven them. "That performance was already our magnum opus."

Civilian and Supervillain laughed, and Supervillain let themself collapse against Superhero. "I think going home right now sounds fantastic." They sighed.

"Home it is!" Civilian exclaimed as Superhero swept Supervillain up into their arms.

"Takeout dinner's on me," Superhero said resolutely as the three made their way down the alleyway.

The crime stopper chuckled as their partners gave various exclamations of excitement.

Before they left the alley, Supervillain groaned suddenly from their place in Superhero's arms. "'Let this be a lesson'?" They quoted, frowning at their partner. "Really?!"

Civilian nodded. "That was pretty terrible."

"I'm not mad at you for accidentally hitting me, I'm mad at you for that line. I think that bruised me more."

"Give me a break!" Superhero defended. "I didn't know what else to say!"

"Yeah, but that? Along with 'your reign is over'? Try harder, do better."

A third eye roll and a chuckle. "Oh, shut up."

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[writersagony]

Butterflies

Civilian stood still, one arm in front of them as they watched the butterflies dance around them. Some had landed on their arm, much to their delight, and one was even crawling around on their head.

Supervillain watched the scene a few feet away, watching Civilian's joy with a calmer expression than they'd had in years.

"Do you like them, then?"

Civilian looked at Supervillain, turning their head slightly. Their eyes were shining with glee, a smile forming their face into something Supervillain so rarely saw around them.

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

Lucky Number 13 | Part 6

CW: blood, wounds, torture, dehumanization.

I swear I wanted to get this done sooner.

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As the sound of a familiar ringtone filled the room, Servant groaned and slapped their hand onto the bright screen of their phone, managing to turn it off.

They sighed and heaved up into a sitting position. "Time to stress over the party some more..."

The servant crawled out of bed and breezed through their morning routine. Grabbing some clean clothes, they headed for the showers, and within a few minutes, they stood under the cool water.

Servant made quick work of cleaning themself up and getting dressed afterward. A glance in the mirror confirmed that they were ready, so they went on their way to grab a quick snack.

The communal kitchen was empty as always this early in the morning. The servant eyed a basket of fruit and snatched two decently sized apples before leaning against the counter.

Servant munched on their food with satisfying crunches as their eyes absentmindedly moved across the room. They looked at each cupboard and shelf, noting that some could use a bit of dusting. Utensils, both metal and wooden, hung on a nearby wall, and off in the corner was an absurdly tiny trashcan that was broken in half-

"Huh?" - they did a double-take, finally noticing all the garbage and bits of plastic from the broken bin littering the ground. Servant swallowed the last bite of their apple and threw it into the normal-sized trashcan hidden under the sink.

They honestly didn't know why there were two trashcans here in the first place, but alas, they walked over to inspect the mess. Bits of smelly leftovers were staining the floor, and Servant wasn't sure how they hadn't noticed this sooner.

Some kind of orange liquid had also spilled, formed a pool around the trash, and dried up in the presumed hours it had been sitting there. But there was also something odd about it. As the servant looked closer, they noticed a vague pattern in there, one that looked suspiciously... like a dog's pawprints.

"Eughr?!" And as if to reward them for their outstanding detective skills, the universe provided Servant with the culprit. They quickly turned towards the noise, finding a startled puppy standing in the doorway.

Although, 'puppy' was a generous way to describe it. The thing easily reached the human's waist, but the servant also recognized it enough to know it wasn't fully grown.

It was one of Supervillain's hounds.

The two silently stared at each other for a few seconds, wide-eyed, and Servant caught sight of something sitting in the dog's mouth as well as the faint stains covering its dark gray coat.

The hounds were vigorously trained and only attacked on command. This one was also very young so...

"What is that? What do you have in your mouth?" The servant questioned with a furrow of their brows. And as if understanding them perfectly, the puppy bounced into action and began sprinting down the hallway.

"Oh, no, you don't!" - Servant ran after the dog, work be damned, they had bigger problems on their hands now.

The puppy was annoyingly fast, more so than the average mut, as it swerved corner after corner until making its way up the staircase that led to the ground floor of the lair.

The servant was relieved that the animal was cornered - stopped by the door at the top - but then the damned thing opened the door! It slipped through the crack it made and continued its escape just as Servant reached the door and threw it open.

They barely saw the dog's tail disappear around the corner before continuing the futile chase like a god damned idiot. Their footsteps thundered against the carpet as they tried to find the animal again.

A few guards were kind amused enough to point them in the right direction, and soon, the servant came to quite the scene. They had to lean against the wall and catch their breath as they observed.

A group of guards had enough brains to fill the hallway and block the young hound, though the puppy didn't seem too thrilled with their attempts at catching it.

The dog was baring its teeth, its growl deep and echoey as it stared down the humans. Its fur had started to move, almost as if floating deep underwater.

"N-Now, now... Good dog..." - one of the guards tried to placate the animal, holding out their hands while looking for an opening to lunge and grab it.

Servant, however, didn't have the patience or fucks for this. After having to run around and make a fool of themself, they were ready to just get this done. And now that they had caught their breath, they could do just that.

With a final deep inhale, the servant sprinted at the distracted dog full force. The hound's ears twitched, and it turned around to face them but was too late. Servant committed and jumped on top of it, throwing them both to the ground.

The dog yipped in surprise before starting a wrestling match with its captor, but the servant refused to let go. They rolled on the ground before Servant wrapped their arms around the dog's torso and under its armpits.

With a groan, they heaved themself back onto their feet and held the dog close to their chest. And at that point, the pup gave in and let them win.

"How... How did you even get out...?" - Servant tiredly asked the dog, knowing well that it wouldn't answer. So they turned to the group of guards instead. "Thanks for uh... for stopping it."

"Uh... Sure." - one guard replied, still nervously watching the animal. "Are you- S-Should just be holding it like that?"

The servant maneuvered one of their arms around the dog's back and held it up in a bridal carry. "Well, it hasn't torn my face off yet."

And with that, they turned on their heel and began walking down the hall. The group of guards hovered in spot uncertainly for a moment before dispersing and returning to their posts.

As Servant made the trek over to the hounds' training room, they looked down at the puppy in their arms and gave it the stink eye. "You just had to, didn't you?"

The dog barked without opening its mouth or dropping whatever it was still holding. Its tail started to wag, and the servant could only slump their shoulders and carry the trouble maker back where it belonged.

The door to 'freedom' blessed them with its appearance only a few minutes later. But by then, their arms were starting to hurt. Servant opened the door with their back and happily placed the dog on its feet.

However, they didn't let it go quite yet. "Alright... Give it."

They stuck out their hand, palm up, near the dog's mouth. The young hound whined in protest and tried to give them the ol' puppy eyes. But Servant was too done with its bullshit for one day.

The dog huffed at the failed attempt and eventually dropped the slimy, saliva-covered object into their hand. The servant cringed at the feeling but wrapped their fingers around it anyway so the dog couldn't grab it back.

The puppy seemed satisfied with their grossed-out expression and skipped away deeper into the room. Servant got back to their feet and studied the thing in their hand. It appeared to be the remains of a metal comb.

"...I had to chase that mut around just because it didn't want to be brushed...?" - the servant grumbled under their breath and with a sigh, went off to find the hounds' caretaker.

"No- Umbra! You know you need to get your teeth brushed!"

"Aurhf!"

It didn't take very long. Servant rounded a corner and was greeted with a person who didn't look much better than them. The man was covered in fur and light scratches. "Hey."

The other human was startled by their sudden presence and whirled around from his spot on the ground. "Wha- Oh, uh... Hello?"

The servant wordlessly held up the ruined brush for him to see, a tired and unimpressed expression taking over their features. The man looked at it in confusion. "Uhm... Where did you get that?"

"One of the pups escaped and was causing trouble down in the servants' living quarters." They explained, watching with the tiniest bit of satisfaction as his face paled.

"W-What?! That's not possible! I-I was watching all of them!" The man argued, getting to his feet and walking over to take the gross brush from them. It was then that he took in Servant's disheveled appearance. "But uh... Did you... uh..."

"Arhf!" The answer appeared before him just like it did for Servant. He looked down at the dirty puppy, its tail wagging, excited that it was able to make both their days more difficult.

The servant looked from the dog back to the man. "Yes, I did bring it back."

They left without another word, too exhausted to explain any further. On their way out, Servant's gaze trailed over a bunch of torn-apart dog toys and a piece of fabric with a snowflake on it.

They looked away and kept walking.

Servant wiped their slimy hand on their pants as they were ruined anyway, walked out the door, and headed back to their-

They heaved a sigh, a familiar pull in the back of their mind steering them off course. The walk to their room just had to be interrupted. But it didn't matter if Servant was annoyed or tired. It was Supervillain who had called for them, after all.

And Servant knew they couldn't ignore their Master.

The monster's study quickly came into view. The servant dusted off their damaged clothing to the best of their abilities, breathed in, and knocked.

The familiar "Come in." came soon after. Although... Servant had a feeling it sounded off today. Perhaps some kind of issue had arisen?

They opened the door to find out, ending their fruitless stalling. And what greeted Servant on the other side halted their mind to a stop. Supervillain looked at them with nonchalance but also appeared to freeze, surprised by the human's appearance.

A low growl shook Servant out of their daze, and they stepped inside, closing the door behind themself and choosing not to mention the third person in the room for the time being.

"Master..., you called." - they stated more than asked, subtly eyeing the man acting as Supervillain's footstool. He was on his hands and knees, his face angled down, preventing them from seeing who he was. The stranger's body shook in exertion, ready to collapse as sweat poured down his skin.

The servant assumed that only sheer terror kept the man from face-planting the floor. Their eyes returned to the supervillain, who was somehow simultaneously staring at every tear and bit of dirt decorating their form.

The human fidgeted under their stare, their eyes nervously gliding to the floor and missing the flash of black in Supervillain's sclera. "...Master...?"

"W̫͘h͐͢a̳̽t͎́ h̪̓a̙͒p̘͠pen̦̋è̻d̪͌?" - the monster demanded, making the air grow thick with their displeasure. The man beneath them let out the faintest of whines and shook harder.

Servant jumped to explain before things could get out of hand. "One of the hound pups had escaped unnoticed and was running around the lair. However, I have caught it and returned it to its place."

Supervillain was quiet for a moment, studying them some more. Once their Master was seemingly satisfied with their search, the air returned to normal, if not became lighter.

A few barks of laughter escaped the monster. "I see! Graphite gave you some good exercise!"

"Graphite..." - the servant thought with a slight frown. "Of course, Master would know which one causes the most trouble..."

With a clearing of their throat, Servant tried to get back on track. "Master, how may I be of service to you?"

The supervillain's expression lit up as if they had only just now remembered why they called the other here in the first place. They beckoned the servant over with a wave of their hand.

In a few steps, the human was at their side and got a better look at their Master's living footrest. The sight made them pause again; the man's shirt was off, and his back was injured by long red cuts.

Whip marks.

The man has clearly been lashed, and a lot. Blood dripped down his skin, the wounds never getting a chance to close due to Supervillain's boots laying atop them, irritating them relentlessly.

"Would you say this is a sufficient punishment?" - the supervillain asked, grabbing Servant's attention again. They looked a bit confused at first, unsure of what to say. Before they could come up with a response, their focus was torn away yet again by the man kneeling beside them.

He was tense, his head tilting to the side to gaze up at them from the corner of his wide eyes. And even with only a bit of his face visible, Servant instantly recognized him.

Captain Flint-

The servant quickly returned their attention to Supervillain, the monster only grinning at them and waiting. "I'm... not sure, Master."

"Hmm, yes. I'm not so certain either. I believe I may have gone a bit too easy on him..." - the supervillain hummed in thought, tapping their claws against the chair's armrest. "After all..."

They lifter one of their legs mid-speech before slamming it down on Flint's back, making the man stagger and choke on a cry of pain.

"F̥̕ig̮͗ȟ̙t̨͊ing̜͡ am͚̉o̞̎n̞̒gst̳̿ m͓͌y͕̑ se̍͟ŕ͇v͎́a̼̚n̼̏t̝̽s ï̢s̘͘ pr̞̈́o̗͡h̙̏í̬b̦͞i̯͡te̲̓d."

Supervillain's angry growl sent shudders down both human's spines, their sharp gaze trained on Flint and practically burning holes into his skull. The man looked like he wanted to say something, plead perhaps, but was clearly staying silent on purpose, his jaw tight with tension and terror.

Servant, meanwhile, albeit always weary in front of an angry Supervillain, felt a tickle inside their chest. Something light and heavy at the same time, energetic.

Power.

They could get Flint to suffer more.

It had them shaking for a myriad of reasons, both positive and negative. They idly rubbed at their wrist, the one Flint had bruised and were caught off guard to find it perfectly healed. "When did...?"

They shook the thoughts away. It didn't matter.

They had a decision to make. And although the servant would love to have this kind of power over the asshole that had injured them... they also had to keep a clear head. They couldn't allow this to get the better of them.

Feeling like they were of any influence was dangerous.

Servant let their gaze settle on their Master and took on a careful tone. "Well, after closer inspection..."

They let their words hang in the air for a moment if only to savor the tiny bit of fear they could incite in Flint's expression. "...I believe Captain Flint has learned his lesson, Master."

And to help appease the monster a bit, they quickly added, "You needn't waste any more of your time on him."

Supervillain didn't seem thrilled with their answer, but neither were they angry. They only seemed... faintly disappointed. Like they were expecting something else.

Whatever it may have been, the monster let out a quick "Hmpf." and lifted their legs off Flint's back. However, the man still seemed too terrified to move, not believing that he could just leave.

So, to emphasize their waning patience, the supervillain gave him a good shove with their boot, knocking the man over onto his side. He groaned in pain again and watched in terror as Supervillain leaned forward in their seat, baring their teeth.

"Out̳͞ o̩̍f m̝̄y̦̔ s̮̄igh͙̀t... N̞̚O͖̎W!"

The captain didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet and bolted out the door, even as his body screamed at his every movement. His rapid footsteps could be heard echoing in the hallway as he ran before silence overtook the room once more.

Servant watched the closed doors for a few seconds before turning to Supervillain. The monster stared at them and urged them closer with a hand gesture.

The servant leaned down. "Yes, Master-"

They were swiftly pulled into a kiss, one that ended quicker than they could comprehend what just happened. They stood stunned for a second, butterflies erupting in their stomach as the supervillain's voice brought them back to reality.

"You may leave now." - Supervillain said with a dismissive wave, idly studying their claws as the human nodded.

"O-Of course, Master." - the servant stuttered and quickly left before their brain could conjure something stupid.

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Eliza walked down the hall, stretching her arms above her head as a yawn pulled her mouth wide open, an action that she regretted soon after. Something weird touched her tongue and made her sputter, trying to remove the unexpected intrusion.

Eventually, she clawed the oddity off her tongue and held it up in one hand. "Is this... fur?"

The woman looked around confused and noticed the identical tuffs of dark grey scattered across the carpet and walls. She dropped the one in her hold and decided to follow the trail.

Along the way, a friendly face popped up. "Servant! Yo, why is there-"

Eliza paused, taking in the other's disheveled appearance. "Well, I was gonna ask why there was fur everywhere, but uh... You good?"

"One of the hound pups escaped earlier." The servant explained, absentmindedly touching their lips for a reason unknown to their friend.

"Oh. And it didn't, like, injure you?" Eliza questioned, scanning their body for wounds.

"Huh?"

"The hound."

"Oh, uh... No, no, I'm good..." Servant mumbled before shaking their head. "Just need to get changed."

"Right... And... who's going to clean all of this up?" The chef asked, vaguely pointing to their surroundings.

The servant also only now seemed to realize how big of a mess the dog had left behind and contemplated their answer for a moment. "...I could get Jerry to clean it up?"

"He's not gonna be happy." Eliza warned with a smile, well aware of how grumpy the man was in the morning.

"And neither will be Lord Supervillain if this mess goes uncleaned." Servant argued before thinking some more and gaining a bit of a smug smile. "Also, he technically has to listen to me. So..."

A few minutes and one talk later, Jerry was indeed not happy in the slightest. Servant patted him on the shoulder and offered that he could chase the dog around next time, to which he quickly shut up and left to get to work.

Eliza had also gone her own way, leaving Servant standing by themself in the middle of the hallway. And as they once again headed for their room, they had another realization.

Eliza was awake. Jerry and the other servants were awake...

How long had Servant been chasing that dog around?!

A sudden wave of stress had the servant moving faster. They wasted a lot of time. And they were supposed to be preparing the ballroom and dining hall today!

Servant sprinted to their room and nearly threw the door open upon arriving. They started taking off their torn-up shirt and almost forgot to close the door. They changed their clothing in record time, shoved the ruined outfit into the corner, and ran back out.

They were out of breath by the time they made it to the ballroom. The servant leaned in the doorway, heaving for air. They were startled by a person suddenly appearing in front of them.

"Don't worry! We already started without you!" The fellow servant reassured them immediately, easing their worry. "I saw you chasing around that hound and informed the others."

Servant almost crumpled to the floor in relief. "Oh, bless you, Steven. You're the best."

"Tell that to the boss. I'd love a raise." The man joked, standing aside and letting them enter.

"We don't even get paid!" The servant chuckled, lightly smacking his shoulder.

"Exactly!" He stressed playfully, throwing his arms in the air.

The two of them shared a laugh. Comedy really was the only way to stay sane in this mad house.

"Alright, alright..." Servant cut the fun, standing up straighter. "We've got work to do."

The next few hours flew by quickly and stressfully. Everyone, and especially Servant, was picky over every minor detail. They made sure there was not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere.

Ladders were set up and constantly moved to hang up decorations, with one person almost falling and breaking their spine in half. Servant walked from one spot to the next, giving instructions and approving how things looked.

In the dining hall, tables and chairs were put together in one long line, forming a massive table covered by expensive cloth. And, of course, Supervillain's throne-like chair was placed at its head, clearly standing out from the other seats but still fitting the theme.

Patterned crystal vases were set up across the center of the table and filled with a mix of water and flower nutrients powder to keep the gorgeous bouquets alive.

A wine glass was placed at every seat, with Servant checking each one to ensure none were missed or damaged. Beside the glasses, cutlery was laid out inside fancily folded napkins.

And with a final look over everything, the servant nodded their head in satisfaction. After a couple final minutes of cleanup and putting away leftover decorations and tools, all the servants were finally allowed to retire for the day.

Servant was the last one to leave, double-checking everything just one extra time before turning off the lights and leaving. The doors shut behind them with a soft click. And the servant sighed in relief, their shoulders slumping as they slowly walked to their room.

But of course, just like earlier, their Master decided to call for their attention again...

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[depressed-werewolf]

“I don’t know anything, please. Just let me go.”

Villain leaned forward hands resting on the table between. “You’re a horrible liar.”

“Please, don’t do this. Supervillain—“

“No one is coming for you, dear Civilian, no one is going to save you.”

Villain jumped when they heard a loud noise from behind them. They turned around to see a gaping hole in the wall and an incredibly pissed off Supervillain.

Civilian couldn’t hide the smirk that spread across their face. “I warned you.”

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[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #124

“Civilian?” sounded the voice tentatively from the dark.

Civilian didn’t bother lifting their head from their pillow. They were used to these late night check-ins by now. “Hm?”

“Do you…love me?”

Civilian’s eyes shot open. That was new.

Supervillain stood huddled by their bedside, head bent, arms folded tightly across their chest.

“It’s just, you saved me, and you’re nice to me, and you let me stay with you, so I thought maybe… Sorry, stupid question.”

Civilian caught Supervillain’s wrist, immediately regretting the abrupt movement as the ex-criminal’s entire body flinched away from them. Civilian released them fast, holding up their hands in a soothing motion even though they knew it was too dark to see.

“Hey. It’s ok. It’s all ok now.” They took their hand again, this time softer. “Of course, I love you.”

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[serickswrites]

Anything Wrong

Part 2

Civilian gasped as a henchman twisted their arm behind their back. They didn’t understand why Supervillain came for them. “But...but I didn’t do anything wrong,” they said through their tears. 

Supervillain stalked over, lips twisting into a scowl. “What makes you think that matters to me?” 

“You..You..You said if we followed the rules we....we would be safe.”

Supervillain chuckled. “Ah, dear Civilian, rules are meant to be broken.” And they spun on their heel, gesturing for their henchmen to drag Civilian along behind them. 

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