#civillian prompt

[journen]

Some modern au/civillian au/off duty Soap and Ghost doodles!! As well as some sketches for this fic I’m reading called “Dream a little dream”. In the fic, Ghost ends up raising his nephew Joseph after the rest of his fam are killed, and Soap is the caretaker at the day care where he takes him. It’s my fav fic atm lol.🥺 I live for Ghost being a parental figure to his nephew. 🥺🥺

#if anyone has any modern/civillian au / off duty soap and ghost prompts for me hmuuu #brain rot is strong #also kids are hard to draw im so sorry 🙈 #my art #art #soap #ghost #simon riley #john mactavish #john soap mctavish #simon ghost riley #joseph riley #modern au #civillian au #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod ghost #cod soap #cod ghost art #cod soap art #soapghost art #ghostsoap art #sketchdump #mw2 #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod mw2 art #fan art

[rivalriotrenegade]

Super Villain x Civilian

Super villains henchman absolutely love civilian! They’re so sweet and kind, and every Friday afternoon they bring in fresh pastries. Super villain would never admit this out loud, but he was pretty sure the henchman were more loyal to civilian then they were to him at this point.

#Super Villain x Civilian #Villain x Civilian #Villain x hero #villain x reader #(You are the civillian) #Not a prompt #Please reblog #Don't repost tho #Civilian x henchmen #Super villain x reader #(Again you are the civilian) #Writing story #Hero #Villian #Civilian #Reader #Your OC's

[letters-unsending]

No. 42

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Hero’s always been able to sense power. They have to investigate when they go to the library and the librarian has power beyond anything they’ve every seen. Only problem is, Civilian doesn’t quite understand what Hero’s talking about.

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“Have you ever felt different from everybody else?”

“There’s an LBTQ+ aisle at the end of the hall.” Civilian waved a hand in the general direction. “If that’s what you’re looking for.”

“No. That’s not—,” Hero floundered, “I was asking about you. Have you ever experienced something that you couldn’t explain? Or felt certain things that weren’t normal?”

“They’re perfectly normal thoughts to have, I’d have you know.” Civilian sat straighter in their chair. “And that’s quite a forward question to ask.”

“No. No.” Hero stepped back as Civilian’s power furled over the desk, surging like a wave around Hero’s knees. The energy was so dense that Hero would’ve sworn it was tangible, but the library was still. No paper or dust mote so much as stirred as the torrent of power spilled past Hero and into the shelves. “I didn’t mean it like that either.”

“Well how did you mean it?”

“You’re the most powerful person I’ve ever seen.”

Civilian squinted at Hero, then briefly looked down at themselves. Their power hovered and hung like vapor in the air. “You think I’m powerful? Me?”

“Even just sitting there, your presence fills the whole room.” Hero gestured outward for effect and regained their footing, wading through Civilian’s power and back to the desk. “You’re absolutely brilliant. And also a little terrifying to be be honest.”

Civilian coughed and glanced toward their computer. “There’s no need for flattery.”

“Flattery?” Hero shrugged. “I’m only stating what’s true.”

Civilian laughed and leaned back in their chair, covering their face with their hands. “Does being this honest always work for you?”

“Well.” Hero paused, staring at the smile hidden halfway between Civilian’s hands. “I’m not usually this direct.”

They made it a rule not to point out most peoples’ powers. Everyone nowadays had some energy whisking about them, however small, and Hero learned early on that people didn’t like to be seen. There was an unwritten line between perception and invasion and Hero could never tread it right, could never stand it’s tightrope thinness and sway.

But Civilian. Civilian’s power crawled and stormed with thunderhead might, with an immensity Hero could only liken to Superhero, and Hero couldn’t look away, not this time.

As Hero ruminated, Civilian shook out their hands, and scratched their neck. “Your honesty,” they corrected, “it’s a good thing. I like it. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks.” Hero paused again, hand thrumming at the edge of the desk. “You know what…I’m not actually sure we’re talking about the—”

A crash sounded outside and Hero jumped, catching a stack of books before they fell off Civilian’s desk. They slammed them down in a pile and stole a sticky note and pen.

“Here’s my number.” Hero fixed the note on the topmost book and turned on their heel, urging their sense to scout beyond Civilian’s power. “We’ll talk later.”

#writeblr #villain #writing prompt #hero #prompt #hero prompt #writing #drabble #is civilian really a civilian?? #hero x civillian #miscommunication

[watercolorfreckles]

Deep Blue // Part 2

Part 1

The cabin boy thought of her often: the siren made of spun gold with eyes and scales like the sun.

As a pirate with no crew, in a foreign land, he didn't have a lot of options. He made scraps of change working under the local fisherman, casting nets and charting patterns. The fishermen would work by day, only to dock by night, never straying farther than the bay. It was a far cry from the ship with blackened sails he'd come to know as his home, where they chased the horizon with a bone-deep hunger to move; to live.

He had to get back to the ship.

Working on the docks, he felt like a fish on a line. Only allowed to roam so far before he was reeled back in to a world smudged gray and docile. He craved the thrill of the life he had once known. And, perhaps, for a glimpse of the sea maiden who had spared him mere weeks ago.

He wasn't sure how it started, exactly, but he found himself collecting things for her. Trinkets and paperweights that he thought a siren might enjoy. He began leaving his offerings on the beach where he woke up, every evening laying them on a smooth rock near the shore.

First, a gold pocket watch he'd swiped from the wandering trader. Then, a crystal he'd taken from the market. A brass harmonica. An emerald-green bottle.

Each day he'd return to find the gifts no longer there.

The displaced pirate itched to see her again.

After placing down his latest offering--a stolen music box--in the designated spot, he sat down beside it.

The lull of the waves sweeping the shore was a balm against the restless ache of him.

He tried to shove the feeling down; to remind himself that he'd only ever been a cabin boy. He was more often assigned to swabbing the deck or galley work than he was to anything exciting.  Barely a pirate at all. Still. The longing settled deep between his ribs.

The cabin boy cranked the key in the music box and opened the lid. The mermaid figure in the center of the box turned in a slow circle.

Laying back against the sand, he closed his eyes, humming the tune along with the music box. The melody was a shanty that sailors often sang amongst the tossing waves, usually with mugs of ale in hand.

He wondered, distractedly, how far their songs carried over the waters. Did sirens ever listen to humans sing?

A calmness spread over him. The kind of ease that only blanketed him when in the sea's company. It tucked him into a serene embrace, coaxing his mind to settle.

He felt the tide rush up under him.

It wasn't even cold.

His eyes snapped open at the realization.

He sat up, eyes locking with that of his siren's. She caught the pirate's ankle at his sudden movement, squelching any twitchy urge to skitter away from her.

The cabin boy swallowed. "Hi."

The siren wasn't humming now, though she must have been just moments earlier, if the distance the tide had risen was any indication. He wondered how long he had laid there, entranced,  as she'd watched him.

Her head tilted, innocently, even as her claws pressed, sharp, against the ankle of his trousers. "Most humans who are lucky enough to escape the clutches of a 'sea demon' such as myself are not so foolish as to offer themselves up a second time."

The light of the setting sun set the blonde of her hair aglow. She looked like magic.

It left the pirate a little dizzy with the brilliance of her. When he didn't say anything, the siren continued. Her smile was dazzling.

"Come to surrender yourself to me? I’ll admit, you would make a pretty sacrifice. So vulnerable. I'm almost offended you haven't built me an alter."

She tugged him by the ankle a few paces deeper, where the water leveled his chest. His fingers scrabbled into the sand beneath him for purchase, breath hitching in panic. When she let go, he stilled.

She'd already let him live once. He wasn’t certain whether that helped or hurt his chances.

In the shallows, he could see the siren's tail clearly. The intricate knit of her scales were gilded as if made of woven stars.

"I wanted to see you," the pirate said finally. His voice was croaky with rasp, whether from the salty air or the fear in his belly. He thought to himself how grating the sound must be to the ears of a creature of song.

The siren’s smile only grew.

"Pretty thing, you are only tempting me to do what is of my nature." She shifted closer, sitting up in the water to press a clawed hand over his heart. "You are so sensitive. I've never even had to sing to you outright to catch you under my spell. I hum a few notes, and you’re mine."

The pirate watched her. "You spared my life. I am grateful."

"That is why you leave me gifts?"

His eyes widened, surely betraying his eagerness. The soft underbelly of a puppy rolling over. "D'you like them? I know they're not quite treasure--"

"Your human trinkets...amuse me." Her eyes wandered to the music box, its tune stammering to a halt.

She lifted it up to scrutinize it, turning it upside down.

"Would you... Would you like for it to play again?" the pirate asked, a little breathless.

The siren's attention flicked to him, a sword's tip ready to slice him down the middle.

When she didn't refuse, the pirate reached out. He kept his movements slow and careful; easy to track. His fingers fit the key in the back of the box, twisting it around a few times.

The little mermaid statuette inside began to dance to the music again. The siren tilted the box right-side up for a better view, leaning in close. Her eyes were wide and focused, like a cat following a beam of light.

The cabin boy watched her, drinking up that curious and voracious look in her eyes. "Is it alright?"

"Why do you bring me these things? Why have you sought me out?" Her accent was a patchwork of various sea-bordering dialects, melded into a unique cadence. The melody of her timbre was velvet against his nerves.

He shrugged, straightening the hem of his sleeve. "You...saved my life."

"From your own crew. I ought to hunt them down again. Sing until they yearn for me, until my song is the only thought in their minds, and they are so desperate to reach me that they leap to their deaths in my waters." Her claws dug scars into the wood of the music box.

The pirate's insides sloshed cold. "No-"

The siren's gaze flicked to him. For the creature of sea that she was, it burned all the more scalding. "No?"

He opened his mouth to speak.

"Go back to hell, demon!" A harsh voice barked from the shore.

The pirate barely had time to glance up. He heard, more than saw, the harpoon fly from the fisherman's gun. It sliced through the air with an audible shing.

The tip buried itself in the siren's tail.

She gasped out a strangled cry, the first sound to come out of her mouth that wasn't beautiful. Branches of red bloodied the water, clouding the shallows like an angry sky.

Grabbing the pirate by his shirt, she yanked him forward. Her claws gouged the skin beneath. "You set me up!" Her voice was a knife’s edge now. ”Your incessant stalling tactics should have been my first clue. Don’t worry, I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Panic and guilt swelled in his chest. The fisherman--his boss--must have been looking for him when he stumbled upon the pair.

"N-No! No, I didn't know he would come here, I'm sorry!" 

Her eyes, gold as the heat of summer, smoldered. "You will be."

Diving under the water, the siren tugged the pirate with her. He spluttered in a flail of limbs, sucking in a final breath as the siren dragged him away from the fragile safety of the surface.

The music box sank, forgotten, to wedge itself amongst the rocks. It was the last thing the pirate saw before his vision began to fog.

Part 3

Muahaha cliff hanger! I'm not totally satisfied with this, it's a bit of a rehash of the last part, but I spent a lot of time on it so here you go! I hope to make a part 3 as well :) Hope you enjoy! Thank you for every nice comment or ask or reblog I get, it really means a lot to me <3 your support goes a long way to motivate me and I appreciate it so much.

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#siren x pirate #pirates #siren song #hero x villain #heroes and villains #writeblr #writblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #hero/villain #civilian x villain #civillian x villain #female villains #female villain #not a prompt #my writing

[gingergorli]

Debt and Indebted Pt. 1

Captivity, Kidnapping for the sake of Collateral, general tomfoolery

“So.. what college do you go to?”

“You’re telling me you, Villain, kidnap me, a civilian minding my own business, and now you want to know what college I go to? What, so you can kidnap me as collateral again for your precious Hero? Are you insane?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, darling,” Villain grinned. “But maybe we can strike a deal. I happen to know that you are thousands in debt, and you are by far the calmest civilian to have been bound in these quarters, for better or for worse…”

Civilian frowned. Of course they weren’t the first. This was Villain of course, always causing some sort of pointless trouble in the city. Why were they even surprised! Villain continued his (very passionate) monologue as Civilian’s legs began to cramp.

“…Listen. I pay your tuition, you let me use you as collateral. It’s the loan sharks or me dear, who do you think cares about you more?”

“And how do I know you won’t kill me?” Civilian glared, shifting in their restraints. “Your name is everywhere. I’ve seen the terrible shit you pull here. And what about Hero? Won’t they recognize after the numerous attempts to save me?”

Villain laughed, a brittle thing, almost tangible in such a small space.

“Hero’s as dumb as a brick and blind to anything that doesn’t concern them. Why do you think I’m still in the papers? I’m not saying Hero isn’t good at their job but… Ha! No, that’s exactly what I’m saying! Why would I of all people kill you? You are what, 20 years old? I’m not cruel, you have a lot of life left to live darling, but a life in debt is not a life you want to be living. The slums are no place for a pretty thing like you. So what do you say? Please forgive my irony, but I believe I am the clear lesser of two evils. A little rebellion and years of systemic greed are not equivalent, if I may be as bold to claim such things.”

This was… tempting. Civilians cheeks turned rosy and hot even considering the offer, but a life of free education? Of more than picking up change in hopes of making their instant noodle stash last one more day? God, their mouth was watering just thinking of such luxuries.

“Real shot in the dark here, but I’m going to guess I don’t have much time to make this decision,”

Civilian glanced at the villains watch. Hero would be here any minute now.

“Fine. I’ll do it. I go to City State University… although I guess you probably already knew that being all powerful and whatever. But one condition, please just check with me the night before. I missed a calculus test for this, and being kidnapped by a notorious villain sounds about as good an excuse as my dog eating my homework.”

Villain smiled.

“Wonderful Dear, you won’t regret it.”

#hero x villain #hero x civillian #civillian whump #whump snippet #original writing #captivity #captivity whump #villain #whump prompt #thinking about making this a series if it actually gets read! #I luv writing <4

[silver-ink-iron-words]

“I’ve heard . . . interesting things about werewolf relationships,” the villain said, their gaze roving over X.

“Oh, ah, mm. Okay, so I know what you’re talking about, but I need you to understand, that stuff is not at all backed by actual wolf science. And actually, the researcher who came up with that theory has since worked really hard to discredit it. So you’re not going to be able to, um, do those things with me.”

The villain scrunched their brows. “So you don’t form strong social relationships within your packs?”

“Oh.” X felt their face grow hot. “Oh uh, yeah we do.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“Nothing.”

#villain #villain x hero #hero #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #werewolf #villain x civilian #civillian #civilian x villain #snippet #writing snippet #writeblr #if you know you know #not a prompt

[myreputatioooon]

If bruce is just a mask then fanfics and aus including the Fae should have that man yoinked the minute he introduces himself as Batman if Bruce Wayne doesn't qualify as his true name anymore

#dc #batman #writing prompt #brother would likely have to introduce both civillian names and vigilante name if he still has an emotional bond with the names #Bruce &/or Wayne #but this is a fun idea to experiment w/

[snowshowerwriting]

Привет!! it's ya boi dmitri here to humbly request some villain x civilian content, just anything where the Big Bad is rlly soft for their partner, maybe civilian comes in to bring them something during a meeting/interrogation and the villain just stops being terrifying for a sec to greet them fjjhdhjdf is that too specific-

Hero gulped, taking a step away from the control panel. Villain stood at the opposite end of the room, glaring at him with death written all over them. "How did you get in?" Villain took a step forwards, and Hero took one back. He had almost bumped into the control panel if it weren't for the hostile expression of Villain growing even more aggressive. Hero glanced back, and moved off to the side, raising his hands in a defensive manner.

"Hey now, I- no one wants a fight in here out of all places, alright, Villain?" Hero spoke carefully as if treading on hot coals. The battery powering the entire machine was fragile and extremely reactive. If either Villain or Hero decided to spar out here, Hero was terrified to think how much damage would come upon the city. Villain didn't seem to back down though, instead. summoning the iconic electric blue lightning they were known for. Hero gulped, glancing back past the window at the reactor. Shit, he was in trouble, he needed to get out of here and get out of here quickly. His team waited above the building, already evacuating people away from the area. That wouldn't work- they needed to go--

"Hey, hun, there you are!" A third voice caught both Hero and Villain off guard. Temporarily, both of them halted their powers and looked at the doorway. It had opened up to a sweet-looking person, quite a few inches shorter than Villain. They glanced at Villain with a smile of an angel, before catching sight of Hero, seemingly surprised to see him. "Oh, you didn't tell me that you had guests over?" They walked towards Villain, carrying a tupperware.

The change in Villain's behaviour had made Hero fumble even more. Villain's stance dropped, and they turned their full attention onto their lover, giving Hero a side-glare. "Ah, he's not a guest, darling. Sorry, I didn't think you'd stop by today?" They spoke in a soft tone that Hero thought their nemisis could never carry. "I was just seeing them out, Lover," they gave a small smile, as the other had came and wrapped an arm lovingly around Villain.

Ohhh, the hero understood now...sort of.. but Villain?? Really? No way they could grow soft enough for a lover. Hero got completely sidetracked for a minute, before he realized that Villain and Lover was staring at them expectantly. "Right, Hero?" Villain's eyebrow shot up.

"What?"

"You were just about to leave?"

"Oh, uhhh right. Uh huh, I was just um...going.. Gotta y'know... protect the city and stuff." Hero muttered, slowly walking to the door, taking the long way around to avoid getting closer to the couple.

Lover's eyes lit up, recalling something. "Oh! Would you like cookies? I was just dropping them off, but there's more than enough for you!" They offered. Villain pouted, poking their shoulder.

"Do we have to share? I mean, those were for me and my co-workers, right? And Hero isn't- well, not technically my co-worker."

Lover rolled their eyes playfully, flicking Villain's shoulder. "I am always baking you things at home," they chuckled, before turning to Hero and gesturing to the tupperware filled with cookies.

Hero shook his head, giving a nervous smile. "Ah, haha, no I've gotta get going. But um, thanks for the offer?"

Both Lover and Villain shrugged in response, helping themselves to the delicious treats as Hero made a dash for their nearest escape route, thinking What the hell did I just witness?

#villains and heroes #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #hero #villain #civillians #villain x civilian #snippet #writeblr #creative writing #not a prompt #fluff #this was kinda funny to write #it was a nice break #from all the angst i've been planning to write #much fluff #im happy <3 #hope u like it bestie #snow.asks

[baduzzxy]

Inspired by @ladygoth’s prompt abt uno reversing our top 1 toxic man in the world.

• sewing trackers the size of the end of your pinky is meticulous. Opening the inner flaps of some of Simon’s shirts and few pants, carefully placing the tracker in and making sure no bumps can be felt or seen.

• No information? no problem. Threatening to skin the government official’s family infront of him may be serious work, but nothing matters when you finally got a hold of Ghost’s carefully hidden government files. Seriously laughable how typical Simon is. Shitty childhood, dead family, and is now a military man. How many novels have you read with the same plot?

• What do you mean? Someone saw him with that little civillian girl? well that’s fine, he wanna talk to other girls so bad? let’s spice it up a bit then, sign him up for gay porn websites for fun. Maybe even make a few profiles for him on dating apps and create multiple relationships on it.

• You chuckle with your mouth covered as you see him get bombarded with angry men and women, accusing him of being a cheater when he hasn’t even met these people in his entire life! Smiling a bit in victory as it spreads across base. Didn’t knew the lieutenant was a bit of a community dick it seems.

• Sweet girl, such a small one, actually. That new private who just got transferred in base, hands clasped on her back as she nervously confessed her silly lil love for Simon. Well! not surprising. But what’s surprising was the way he awkwardly rejects her, instead of being cold and mean about it. Huh..

• Doing all that while at the same time, being his safe space. Offering him an hour or two of peace and quiet in your medical office, his favorite brand of tea, and some cookies sat infront of him on your little coffee table, the comforting warmth and silence surrounding him, his walls down as he slowly opens up to you, little by little, and of the things that’s happening to him lately.

You store everything in your mind, making sure it’s all yours, just like he is.

but he doesn’t need to know that, yet.

#evil bitches RISE #i- i- i- be popping bottles #cod x you #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[definitelynotstable]

Requests

If you want to submit requests for specific prompts/scenarios please do! I'm not sure how people usually do that on here but either comment, dm or use the little anonymous question thingy (I think I have it enabled). I'm happy writing about any of the CoD boyz :)

Love, Val x

Call of Duty

Series:

Camomile [Ghost x gn!Reader] pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12, pt. 13, pt. 14, pt. 15, pt. 16, pt. 17, pt. 18

Oneshots:

Simon "Ghost" Riley: - Feverish [Ghost x fem!Reader] - Eyes On Me [Ghost x fem!Reader] - Trouble [Ghost x fem!Reader] - Matching [Ghost x fem!Reader] John "Soap" Mactavish - Together [Soap x fem!Reader] - Good Girl [Soap x fem!Reader] nsfw Alejandro Vargas: - Jealous [Alejandro x chubby fem!Reader] Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: - I Like You Too [Gaz x fem!Reader] - Frozen [Gaz x fem!Reader] - Accidents [Gaz x civillian!fem!Reader] Captain John Price: - Missed You [Price x fem!reader]

#141 x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #task force 141 #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #captain john price x reader #price x reader #cod fanfic #cod fanfiction #masterlist #ghost x you #cod masterlist #gaz x reader #soap x reader #captain price x reader #alejandro x reader

[puddleslimewrites]

Ducklings (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2

Prompt: Civillian!Kid(s) keep showing up to Hero's and Villain's fights (more applicable to parts 1 and 2 but this is a contuation of those c:)

Tag List: @black-rose-events

CW: knife

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"Again," Villain commanded.

Mikey grit his teeth and aimed at the target. He was frustrated, Villain knew, but if these kids were going to run around defying heroes and getting themselves in trouble then Villain would make sure they could at least defend themselves properly.

Marley had a talent for throwing knives but her endurance was low. At present she ran laps around the base while Charlie dug through the weapon pile for something he liked.

Villain called them together once Marley returned from outside. They sighed as the kids sat in a circle around them. Charlie tossed the tazer he'd found up in the air and caught it, then switched hands and did it again. Villain made sure to keep an eye on that out of the corner of their eye.

For a long moment they merely watched the three talk about their training. They were all so lively. It seemed...odd, to have them in a place like this. Villain frowned. "Don't you kids want to go home?"

"Don't got one," Marley grunted. She looked irritated and her shirt was soaked through. Good. Villain was glad to see that she'd at least put in the effort despite all the complaints.

"That warehouse you saved us from was our base," Charlie piped in.

Mikey flipped the knife he was sharpening to check his work. "We were using this one room in the basement that no one ever went in. Got good at sneaking around pretty quick. Charlie's the best at it." He nodded to the youngest in the group, then gestured with the knife.

"Marley is our hard hitter. Charlie's our spy and special op." He went back to polishing. "And I'm the plan guy, I guess."

"You were our leader!" Charlie corrected.

Mikey grinned and gave a half-hearted shrug. "Sure. But now you're the boss, boss," he said to Villain.

Villain...didn't actually know much about these kids, they realized. They'd noticed the hierarchy of power, as the other two often differed to Mikey, but they really hadn't given much thought to where they'd come from. It's about time they fix that.

Villain stood and gave instructions for them to get back to work. They had business to take care of tonight.

~

Hero's patrol route was easy to predict and even easier to intercept. Villain snatched them mid stride and dragged them into the nearest alley.

"I need information."

Hero raised a brow, expression a mix of skeptical and surprised. "You say that as if I'd be willing to give you anything of the sort."

"Oh, you are," Villain assured. They withrew a folder from within their cloak. Hero eyed it as if it would bite if they reached for it, but accepted it nonetheless. "You've been looking for Other Villain." It wasn't a guess - Villain knew this for a fact. "You won't find them...without help."

Hero looked through the papers, then back up at the villain. "You'd sell out an ally? Just like that?"

"Not for free, no." Villain stepped closer to Hero. "I need information," they said again. They gave Hero another folder - this one much thinner. They allowed Hero to glance through its contents.

"This is-"

The hero was cut off by a knife at their throat.

"You tell anyone else about them and Supervillain will be the least of your worries," Villain hissed in their ear.

There was a tense moment in which neither dared to move. Then, with a soft exhale and the barest inclination of their chin, Hero was set free.

"A bit harsh for your methods," Hero commented gruffly. They felt their neck - the knife had broken skin, but not enough to let the wound bleed freely.

On any other day, Villain would have looked satisfied with the compliment. Today, they put a hand on Hero's shoulder and tapped the folder with the edge of their knife. Villain leaned close again, grip tightening, as a grin split their face, to deliver a final warning.

"Anything. For my kids."

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Prompt #4

Villain being an absolute trainwreck, a f disaster at taking care of himself. Him always endangering himself more than actually causing trouble to the Hero and the civillians. Hero having to actually rescue Villain from his own schemes every time, and Villain being too stupid to learn from or even acknowledge it.

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[watercolorfreckles]

I wouldn’t be shocked if someone else already asked this but can you continue a choice to love you? I really love your writing by the way. I have a tab of your master list open on my phone so I can reread your stories when I am bored.

Anon, i am UNBELIEVABLY flattered that you just keep my masterlist open?? i cannot?? fathom that?? You are so sweet! That makes me feel so happy, thank you <3 Hope you enjoy this!! Continuation also requested by @chibicelloking, @theadorelocksly, @zakizigekwe

A Choice to Love You - Part 2

Part 1

The tray clinked as it was expertly slid onto the table, presenting an array of fancy appetizers, shrimp cocktails, and two glasses of wine

Villain smiled pleasantly at the waitress. "Thank you. Now." The Villain's voice changed, and though it wasn't directed at Guard, it tugged at the walls of her brain like the pull of a tide. "You walked away and forgot you ever saw the two of us. You locked the door to the balcony--in your new memory, you had a good reason. "

Villain's voice visibly rippled the air, deftly carving a path to the waitress. The magic swelled heady and enticing in the air. It's influence shimmered for just a moment, reflecting in the waitress's pupils like glass caught in the light.

The server's gaze smoothed into something glossy and unseeing, like the glass eye of a porcelain doll.

Guard held her breath as the server turned around, walking in even strides back into the main dining room. She shut the balcony door just as she was compelled. The lock clicked into place.

And they were alone again.

Villain plucked up a piece of shrimp by the tail and dipped it into the cocktail sauce, offering it up against Guard's lips. His eyes gleamed for an entirely different reason than that of the server he'd just manipulated.

Guard shot him a glare and considered biting his fingers. That, at least, might wipe the smug grin off of his face.

She had to admit, privately, that victory suited him. He wore it like a crown that could only ever be his, and walked through the city as though it were his to bend; the seas his to part.

Without the power-suppressing cuffs, those damned handcuffs, it was.

And he was gleefully, brazenly aware.

She shouldn't have found it--him--so enticing.

Villain smiled. "Do have a taste, doll. You'll grow hungry if you don't."

Guard's breath caught, the draw of Villain's sway brushing over her like a caress. Restrained enough not to force her to do anything. Strong enough to promise the possibility.

Locking eyes with the villain, Guard leaned forward, taking the meat of the shrimp between her teeth. She leaned back again, chewing slowly.

Who was she to turn down a luxurious meal? The alternative--should she not have been currently held hostage--was a cup of instant noodles or some frozen mashed potatoes growing moldy in the freezer.

Villain's smile grew delighted in the way that was uniquely him. Sharp and teasing at the corners, like she'd only seen it be when addressing her. He tossed the discarded tail of the shrimp over the railing behind them.

"That's littering," Guard murmured, mouth still full.

Villain spread his arms wide. "Arrest me."

Guard's gaze flicked heavenward, then away from the criminal entirely, snatching a different overpriced hors d'oeuvre from the tray and taking a bite.

It was delicious, in a slightly pretentious rich people food kind of way.

Guard looked out at the city lights to avoid Villain's satisfied smirk. They glittered beneath the haze of sunken clouds.

The cool night air was soothing. A welcome reprieve from the stale and oppressive warmth of Hero's prison. Villain's quarters were the deepest in the compound, buried underground and encompassed by 10-foot thick walls of cement on every side.

She finally glanced over at him--the monster of her ward--the whisper in the nighttime.

Still smiling at her.

Cocky, sure. But not with the air that she was something to conquer. A toy to wind up and let go and go until it no longer worked.

He looked at her as if she--the warden to his cage--the gridlock to his freedom...as if she were something to earn.

Guard smoothed her hands over the fabric of the silk dress she was wearing, a dusty-rose skirt spilling all the way to the floor. Surprisingly, Villain hadn't chosen something overly-revealing or flashy just to prove that he could. He'd invented something that suited her style--if one could imagine a dress suiting her preference for literal suits of armor.

Somehow, it did.

The Villain across from her was in a black suit and red tie.

Reality had rewritten itself just as he commanded it to, the changes he divined materializing in a hazy instant.

"I cleaned up for the lady, fresh shaven and dressed in something far more suitable for the occasion," Villain had said, the night around him thickening with the swell of power."The lady shall be dressed in something deserving of a five-star meal; something comfortable. I do hate the itch of cheap clothing, don't you?"

Villain was a reality-shifter. Time and matter and all that existed were putty in his hands.

It had been best explained to her that in an infinite number of universes with infinite possibilities, Villain could reach out and grasp the pieces he preferred from those limitless timelines and steal them, dragging them here for the patchwork reality of his own.

Like scooping up stars and pinning them to a corkboard.

He could will the sun to stop burning if he wanted it to.

"Why am I here?" Guard asked. "I freed you, you don't need me for anything more.

Villain's brow furrowed, lowering the glass of red wine he'd been sipping. "Doll. Lover. Sweet guard of mine," he purred, "isn't it clear enough? I fancy you. I offered you dinner. And you didn't say no."

Guard stared at him, fist tight around her bundled-up silverware.

She was struck with the realization that she hadn't fought him at all since unlocking those cuffs. No last-minute attempts to turn the tables around. No quick jab to the ribs for good measure, even if it cost her her life. She was Hero's number one for a reason.

A sharp twinge twisted her insides. She clenched her teeth hard enough to feel her jaw stiffen. "You compelled me to--"

"I did not."

"You might as well have," she snapped, blurting before her brain could caution her words.

The master criminal properly glowed at that, grin lighting up his face. "How lovely to know you're so charmed by me, doll."

Guard's face burned. "Stop it."

Villain reached out to rest both hands atop Guard's own, leaning over the table as if they were conspiring together.

Maybe, she thought distantly, they were.

He spoke again, voice low. Velvet against her ears, yet void of any magic.

"Haven't you ever considered what Hero must think of you to leave you in musty dungeons to guard monsters like me? How disposable he must regard his righthand?"

"Hero trusts me more than anyone."

"He trusts you to die defending him and his kind."

Guard pushed back from the table, standing up. "You think I won't?" she snapped.

Villain's expression eased into that subtly fond one, the one he held just for her. "Oh, love. I know you would. That's why he doesn't deserve you. Friends don't expect friends to carry the fate of the world on their back. They don't brag of loyalty as something to be leashed."

Guard stared again, frozen in step.

Villain clinked their glasses together in toast, taking another sip. His eyes remain fixed on hers.

"You may leave if you wish, Guard, I told you from the beginning. You have a choice in this."

The night was quiet again. Peaceful. Demanding nothing of her at all.

Guard took a deep breath.

And sat back down.

Prompt in part 1 is by @nuttynutcycle :)

I am realizing now that this is similar to Brain Waves but iT's fiNe

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[tactax-art]

Basics: Hauke "it" Petterson German mid 30s, 1st Oct he / they / it Aromantic, overall Queer rank ??? (i don't understand ranks) Visual: - 170cm / 5'7 - heavy & muscular build - all blonde blocky blackout tattoos - very old scar from childhood accident on the center line of his lips

Personality: - easy-going and calm - keeps no secrets if you ask the right question - will laugh at all your jokes (the worse the better) - generous (in attention, affection and it's limited belongings) - spends the majority of his time in the base's public spaces (kitchens, rec room, gym, etc) even if it's for reading or just napping - they nap a lot and anywhere - if prompted they'll tell you about whatever romance novel they're reading like it's office gossip - will make sure you do your PT - not materialistic - forgets he's got a paycheck now and will trade stuff - it doesn't like to be (alone) in quiet spaces, - obsessively makes sure it's packed and prepared for any medical emergency feasible in the field (negligent in base/civil) - superstitious

It doesn't like to be (alone) in quiet spaces, obsessively makes sure it's packed and prepared for any medical emergency feasible in the field, and is hella superstitious. It's gonna exfil you come hell or high water.

Skills/Specialisation: - combat medic - physiotherapist - emt - nurse - close range/hand-to-hand combat (preferred) - mid-range combat - k-9 handling - heavy lifting (can carry people at speed) History: - grew up in Germany, small family, lower class, country side, - 16, completed [german mid-tier highschool] - 17-20, physiotheraphy apprenticeship - 20+ enlisting in military, EMT & nurse medic education, frequently deployed (I'll not pretend i know how german military works, i know more about the US one through my dad *shrugs) - 24-ish, goes home for a while to help ill older sister who needs care - 25-ish, starts looking for mercenary work to finance sisters care/treatment, takes a bunch of different jobs and builds a bit of a rep/resumee, never seems to be enough to do right by her though, (i know germany has healthcare, no idea how good tho so lets just suspend our disbelief) - 26-ish, Shadow Company approaches him with an offer he can't refuse, no matter how their reputation grates on his morals, a lifetime contract for a lifetime financial security of his sisters treatment. - Hauke realises soon what he's really got himself into, selling himself to Graves with 'built in blackmail', so he keeps his head down. He never tells his sister or anyone else, this was one of the few secrets he ever kept (he doesn't keep it anymore). - Hauke subsequently gains a reputation to be very loyal to Graves/Shadow company. Respected for staying and surviving so long. - Gets K-9 Findus. He didn't train findus himself but learned how to be a handler. - [befriends Harpia (@/tamorisana 's CoD OC) in his time with Shadows] - 35-ish, sister passes away, Hauke is adrift, grieving, and just continues his work to keep his mind busy (and what friends he's made in shadow company alive) - " , Hauke is sent into Las Almas (canon: Alone mission) as part of the teams that search/raid homes and hunt down 141. It isn't (even close to) the first time he's done things like this or attacked/killed civillians on orders of Graves, he initally follows orders out of habit/grieving-numbness but quickly realises that his usual coping method for going against his morals (his sisters health and safety) doesn't exist anymore. - " , Hauke deserts the very same night as soon as he can get away. - ??? - Joins Taskforce Apocrita - [meets Harpia again]

K-9 Findus - aloof - bitey (mostly playbites/noms, will make it hurt if he's done playing) - a slut for table scraps - will sleep on people, usually Hauke

(The entire OC happened cause listening to multiple Shadows questioning the thing they are doing in Las Almas, I kept thinking how cool it would be if one of them went turncoat and helped 141. As such, in Hauke's 'og fic canon' he deserts and helps Soap and Ghost escape Las Almas, gives them everything they got on Graves' setup in the prison and Fuerzas Especiales base, helps if he was permitted to, and eventually is invited to 141 by Price.)

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Short Prompt #10

Notes: This can work as a standalone or a part 2 to this. You choose!

TW: Bruises mention, blood mention, bone breaking mention, illegal activity mention

"There," Hero says, a sort of finality to their tone as they brush the makeup over the last of the bruises on Villain's face.

The criminal's gaze wanders over to their reflection in the mirror, eyes widening as they take note of their now untainted face, as if the scratches previously marring their visage had never been.

The hero chuckles, sharp eyes glinting with amusement. The villain is awfully adorable like that. They resemble a confused kitten as they register their own appearance and the formal attire, in a striking shade of dark green, all about style and nothing about functionality. Replacing their usual bland, practical costume. Even if they were naturally good-looking, they were usually somewhat dishevelled. It suited them, in a way, but it was very different from their current state and completely unsuitable for a gala hosted by the mayor.

"You look ravishing, doll," the crime-fighter purrs lazily, warranting a flustered blush rapisly spreading like wildfire across the villain's face and neck. "Let's go, we've got a mission to complete."

Villain nods at them, letting the Hero take their hand, feeling their face burn and desperately praying that the hero wouldn't notice how strikingly their face was flushed.

Foolish hope because Hero notices everything, and it is among one of their favourite activities to make it so cruelly obvious to the villain, letting the corner of their lip curve upwards with a lopsided smirk as they lead them to where all the guests were gathered.

If the crime-stopper isn't buttering them up too much, and Villain actually looks as attractive as their careless flattery describes, it doesn't mean at all that they can actually replicate the part, that their acting would fit the part. Maybe if the objective had been sit still, look pretty, the villain's nerves might've been calmer.

Villain had learned that Hero's real identity was that of a wealthy, young civilian. A fact that felt strangely intimate to know. They were here to procure a piece of paper from the mayor's office; some document that convicted him of striking an illegal deal.

"Oh hello, darling! You look wonderful!" a middle-aged woman in a wine red dress croons excitedly at Hero.

"And you're stunning as always," the crime-fighter replies smoothly, flashing her a million dollar smile. From whatever strange firsthand experience, the villain could tell it was completely fake. Though, in a place where the air reeked of superficiality as much as it did of ridiculously expensive fragrances, they're pretty sure it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

"Hmm, and who is that?"

Still letting that dazzling smile dance across their face, their enemy-turned-date brings their hand up to their lips, pressing a soft kiss into the villain's knuckles. "This is my partner, Villain Civillian Name."

"Lovely," the woman attests, though the icy edge to the sugar-sweet tone unmasks how unimpressed she is with Villain.

They were definitely not rich nor famous as VCN, but it brings them solace to know that if she knew who they really were, she wouldn't dare be so dismissive of them.

"Would love to stay and chat, but I've got some rather important matters to attend to, so see you later."

They wrap their arm around Villain's waist, pressing a kiss into their hair, almost as though they are trying to annoy that guest on purpose.

"Alright, sweetness. Your turn to shine. You're going to distract the mayor. Talk to him, keep him interested until I'm done. And you will make great work of it," they whisper, tone still silky, but it held a promise of danger, reminding the villain that this hero pretending to be hopelessly in love with them can still break bones and leave their enemies drowning in their own blood.

Villain nods at them, changing their half-nervous walk into what they hope is a confident saunter, making their way towards the mayor. They take in a deep breath, trying for some calm. They have a million and one cards to play, and they desperately hope they choose the right one.

"Mr Mayor! It's so wonderful to finally see you in person!"

An old, balding man with an impossibly thick moustache turns their way. "Ah, and who might you be?"

"I'm VCN, Hero Civillian Name's partner. And sir, I do hope this isn't too annoying, but I would love if you'd share even just a hint of how you managed to run so many successful businesses while balancing being the mayor!" They flash them a bright grin, eyes wide with well-feigned excitement.

Judging by the grin on the man's lips and the awfully proud, "Certainly," he gives, Villain had made the right choice. Flattery was any egotistical person's kryptonite. Any chance they got to talk about themselves, they jumped at immediately.

And so, the villain gets stuck being tormented by the man's incessant chattering, nodding and smiling through it all, until they feel a light tap on their shoulder. Their saviour.

Shaking his hand warmly, the hero beams at Mayor, eyes devoid of any trace of malice. "Ah, I see you've met my lover. Mind if I borrow them, sir?" they quip.

"Sure, HCN!"

"Well done, love," they congratulate them once they are far away from the mayor. "Things went as smooth as ever. The bumbling fool kept his study unguarded. Keeps most of his papers outside his house. He thought he was so clever."

"Shouldn't we be leaving now?" They raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"So soon? That's suspicious. So how about a dance, dove?" They extend their arm forward elegantly.

Slowly, Villain takes it, letting themselves be dipped and twirled by the hero.

It feels like magic, however fake it was meant to be. However dangerous it was to do this with their supposed sworn enemy. It takes their breath away, and between the lazy compliments, the dancing and the delicate kisses pressed to their jaw and cheekbones, at least a fraction of it must hold something beyond a perfectly executed act.

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[mixelation]

was it you who wrote the thing about kakuzu renting out a room to a civillian and eventually they kind of rob her ex or was that someone else. it seems very you tho

that sounds like The One Where An OC Moves In With Kakuzu by @tozettastone (very good, do recommend), but iirc I think the prompt started with a post on this blog about ranking Akatsuki members by who you'd take to get your stuff back from a shitty ex. so not my fic, but potentially partially my fault

#fic recs #if you want good kakuzu content i would direct you to tozette over basically anyone else