#supervillain x civilian

[avvail]

supervillain x their super oblivious civilian lover

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

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

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

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

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

“Another late night at the office?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re funny.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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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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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[trusthevillain]

"w-what you're gonna do?", the civilian asked as the Villain placed them on the ground, safe and sound.

"No one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.", Villain stated before getting up. "and they certainly shouldn't touch you without consent.", Villain glanced at the civilian one last time.

"I'll make sure they lose their eyes and hands first. "

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

Short Prompt #1067

“Y-You- You cheated on me with my arch nemesis?!” The superhero exclaimed, staring in shock.

The civilian glared at them, cuddling closer to Supervillain just to spite their ex. “You’re the one who left me behind in their lair!”

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[puddleslimewrites]

False Promises (Part 2)

Part 1

Hero never got bored or looked the least bit uninterested when Scientist talked about new ideas. Most people would zone out long before they really got into a lecture, but still had the decency to nod and comment politely. Hero didn't offer any empty pleasantries. It was funny how similar they were to Supervillain in that way.

Hero asked questions. Not as many as Supervillain and not nearly as introspective, but they made Scientist think. Not just about their work, but about themself, too.

Hero asked for their favorite color. They didn't know. No one ever cared. Questions like that left them feeling flustered and off balance. But there were ones they could answer more easily. Like why erlenmeyer flasks were shaped in such a funny way, or what caustic chemical they most preferred.

Both Hero and Supervillain were fishing for information. Scientist was more than aware there were alterior motives (there always would be). Supervillain poked and proded their mind for their thought process - the way anything and everything worked, how they planned to make and use their own creations. And Hero...

Hero wanted to know them as a person. It baffled Scientist, really, to be seen as more than what they'd done and what they could do. Hero didn't care much for science, but they cared when Scientist had something to say. They didn't preach the glories of a career in heroics, though Scientist was sure that's what they were sent for.

Scientist was useful to Supervillain. With them, they felt needed. Wanted. With Supervillain came admiration and awe at not only the power they had, but the potential they saw in Scientist and their work.

Their relationship with Hero was harder to place. At first Scientist was merely tolerant as Hero seemed content to simply observe and learn. They weren't sure when tolerance turned into...Scientist was reluctant to call it friendship. But Hero was there. They were present and attentive and there, which was more than Scientist could ever ask for.

~

A beaker crashed on the floor, but Scientist hardly cared for the danger of broken glass when there was a much more immediate threat looming in the doorway. "What- Wh-What are you doing here?"

It had been months since they'd last seen that face. They should have locked the doors, turned out the lights, pretended they'd gone home when Hero suggested it.

Supervillain cocked their head. Scientist could see the thoughtful look in their eyes as they considered what to say. "I made a misjudgment," they settled on. They spoke slowly and carefully in a measured effort to craft a regretful image.

Scientist didn't doubt they were regretful. But not for them. No, they felt remorse for the lost opportunities, for time wasted, when they realized that not only had Scientist survived, but that they'd been recruited by the heroes as well.

Too late Scientist realized that they'd backed themself into a corner. The only door into the lab was on the far side of the room and the windows were at least three stories up from the ground level. They didn't have an escape route.

Scientist should have known better.

They should have known better than to accept the help of heroes after hiding for so long; better than to choose a side that wasn't their own.

Maybe...maybe that was their plan all along. Superhero's speeches about the 'good of the people' never worked, so the heroes sent someone who could appeal to them. Someone who could get them to lower their guard and gradually change their mind. Someone who could be their friend.

Like a fool, Scientist fell for it. Just like they fell for Supervillain.

~

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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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[miniaturedreamharmony]

Villain x civilian where civilian was abandoned by the hero.

Hero knew there would be injured innocent, but they insisted on the plan. Maybe it was easier for them to think it's a necessary sacrifice to make if they can catch the villain. Hero closed their eyes tight as they left a single civilian inside the ruined building. This would lure villain for sure.

What they didn't expect was the villain not harming the civilian. They thought that once the villain harms the civilian, they can jump in and save them, and also capture the proof of villain actually being a harm to this city. However, they were proved otherwise.

The villain took the civilian under their cape ever so gently and held them up. With a graceful yet menacing smile, they disappeared out of sight.

Hero would be surprised to learn that the villain actually loved the civilian for so long. Well, even the civilian would be surprised to hear it. But whether civilian knew this or not, they were determined to fuck the hero back.

C: ...Are you going to kill me now? To show hero what an evil creature you can be?

V: No, I am not going to—

C: Don't kill me. I can be useful. I'll act as your assistant, I know everything about marketing and how to flip citizens' opinions about you. Use me to fuck the hero.

V: Wait, listen to me, they aren't the one I want to fuc— oh wait, you mean like fuck fuck.

C: I can promise you, I am a useful person. You will be soon watching hero fall on their own misery.

V, tired of arguing: Okay, you know what? Fine. I'll work with you, but first you gotta eat something. Do you like sandwich?

C, blinks, confused of V feeding them: ...I don't hate it.

V: Great, I am going to go buy some Subways, you stay here. Ring the bell here to call my workers for anything you need.

C: ...I don't want tomatoes and peppers in it.

V: God, you are a picky eater...

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[raiha-storm65557]

Prompt #29

Villain opened the door for Supervillain who carried Civilian carefully. Civilian feel asleep in the car, it would be cute if it wasn’t for the fact that this was one of the strangest hostage situations eighter of them had ever caused. “Supervillain and Villain have taken custody of Civilian.” Hero slammed their palm on the table, causing Sidekick to flinch. “Do they really think that they can take my future spouse from me?!” they cried out. It disturbed Sidekick, just a week ago they sat with a drunk, angry and crying Hero who had just been dumped by Civilian and now Hero was calling Civilian their ‘future spouse’? …this feels wrong.

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[world-of-fire-and-flight]

The Lair in the Woods

A/N: I meant to post this yesterday but my day got hijacked by a migraine😭 (I’m fine now but oof my weekend got away from me! I still have to finish making my Christmas tree topper…) (I did however schedule my Insta and FB posts for the week though so there’s that😎)

Warnings: Some anxiety and feelings of fear, reference to stalker, self-image issues, reference to (past) threats, confessions (of sorts)

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Civilian furrowed their brow. “What are you insinuating?”

The more Supervillain asked them, the more overwhelmed and helpless Caretaker’s heart became. They’d asked questions about their childhood, about their job, about the grocery store clerk that usually rang them up, and everything in between. Most of their questions Civilian couldn’t even answer, because how should they know if someone was watching them while they’d walked the dogs at the shelter they volunteered at or if they kept running into the same person at the pharmacy and then again at the mall when they went shopping?

“Maybe we should take a break,” Supervillain smiled warily, as if they should be the one to feel exasperated by their line of questioning.

“Was any of that actually helpful to you, or are we still nowhere near figuring out who my stalker is?” Civilian asked, their voice full of dejection.

Supervillain’s lips pressed into a thin line. They nodded slowly. “I think if we can piece some things together, like the timing of the letters and what…‘event’ we’ll call them, they correlated with, and try to discern a pattern and draw a list of suspects from that, we’ll find your stalker. They will not torment you forever, Civilian. I promise you that.”

Their savior’s words didn’t fill Civilian with any warmth. Their stomach churned with doubt.

Supervillain had asked them a lot of questions. They hadn’t been able to offer their companion many answers.

“It all just seems so random,” Civilian mumbled, leaning back into the couch cushions and resting their head against the top. “Nothing about it makes any sense to me. I’m…I’m really not that noticeable…or…well, you know. Pretty.”

Supervillain scoffed. “People are drawn to different art forms for a reason, so whether or not you’re attractive matters only to your stalker.”

“Thank you?” Civilian turned to look at them, not entirely sure if their words offered any actual comfort or if Supervillain had only offered them out of duty. But Supervillain’s eyes gleamed seriously. The lines of their face had softened with an honest expression. Swallowing, Civilian quickly added, “But I’m not a painting.”

“Who said you had to be painting? You could be a sculpture instead,” Supervillain teased.

Civilian smiled, glancing away. “All right fine. I guess my stalker likes what they see. That’s not very comforting though, given…Their letters were…I wish I could’ve burned them.”

“But it’s a good thing you didn’t. They’re still evidence, and we could use them. Writing is like another thumbprint. Everyone has their own style, so there’s going to be something there to help prove that the person we bring to justice is your stalker. That, and I’m sure we’ll find other evidence to help convict them.”

“They’re typed though. We can’t exactly compare how they cross their t’s.”

“No, but sentence structure, word choice, and spelling can all help us.”

Civilian picked at an invisible thread on their pant leg. They hadn’t thought of that.

“We’ll find them,” Supervillain repeated. “And I think I know exactly how we’re going to draw them out.” Civilian’s breath hitched, fearing what their savior was about to propose. They’d hinted at a plan forming in their mind, and if the excited gleam in their eye was anything to go by, it seemed Supervillain was ready to share it. Pausing at their panic, Supervillain offered them an assuring smile, “You’ll be completely safe, don’t worry. In fact, you’re going to stay right here, completely protected by my team of highly trained professionals and Medic. But…Well, it’s not necessarily a bad thing I suppose,” Supervillain paused, turning away from them and leaning back in their chair. “I have a confession to make before I can tell you my plan.”

“O-okay?” Civilian gripped the arm of the couch. Their muscles coiled, ready to vault them off the couch and out the door. “What is it?”

Supervillain sucked in a breath. “It’s…easier if I show you, but some people find it rather…unsettling.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to show me,” Civilian stuttered, “I’ll believe you.”

Supervillain raised a brow. “If you say so. Either way, I know you’re not going to like what I have to say because most sensible people don’t.” Civilian watched as Supervillain slowly stood from their chair and stepped away from the cozy seating area.

Encouraged by the distance they’d put between them, Civilian nodded uncertainly. “What is it?”

“I have superpowers,” Supervillain said slowly. “And not just any superpowers, I can shapeshift. So I can do this.”

Civilian watched, mystified as Supervillain’s features morphed and rearranged themselves before their very eyes. They weren’t sure if the rock in their throat was from their initial terror or because some part of them was repulsed by the grotesque display of skin and muscle rearranging themselves as Supervillain’s stature shrank, their hair grew out and changed color, and their entire appearance changed. The clothes became baggy and hung from Supervillain’s changed figure, a figure that Civilian had seen everyday of their life, every time they looked in the mirror.

Supervillain had become them.

Civilian gulped.

“You could be anybody,” they said, their mouth dry. “Even my stalker.”

“You’re right,” Supervillain said calmly, “I could be anybody, but right now I’m you.”

Civilian nodded. “So this is how you’re going to do it. You’re going to pretend to be me?”

“Yes…” Supervillain trailed off.

Civilian’s head hurt. They tried to focus, they really did. But all their mind could fixate on was the fact that a perfect copy of themselves stood in front of them, that that’s what their voice sounded like to other people, and that Supervillain had shapeshifted into them of all people.

“Close your eyes.”

They didn’t even think twice, doing as Supervillain said without question. It didn’t stop their temples from throbbing though.

“Okay.” Supervillain’s voice had returned to normal, and as Civilian opened their eyes, they were met with the sight of the figure of their savior as they’d been introduced to. Well-fitted clothes and all. “So yes, as I was going to explain, I��” Supervillain let out a heavy sigh and plopped back down in their chair. “Go ahead. Ask me anything you want.”

Civilian nearly burst, “Why that form? Is that what you really look like? Does it…” They glanced down at their lap, trying to calm themselves before they asked something insensitive.

“I like this height. It’s tall enough to reach the top shelf, but not so tall as to be noticeable and draw attention from people,” Supervillain said, amusement clear in their voice. “I plead the fifth on your second question, namely because telling you either way would risk my entire business, and no. It doesn’t hurt me. It looks worse than it feels. It’s more like…Well I guess it’s that I’m used to it. When I shrink it’s not so bad, but it can feel like stretching sometimes when I shift taller, but other times it’s like I’m pulling a muscle. The, uh, ‘joint pain’ I’ll call it because it’s sort of like that, as my bones shift isn’t fun, but like I said, I’m used to it.” Supervillain shrugged dismissively.

Supervillain avoided their gaze. From where they sat, Civilian could see how their hands clenched the arms of their chair. Civilian stared at them for a second, letting it all sink in and tried to wrap their head around everything.

“So…you can shapeshift and you run a private security firm that has a base of operations in an old ski lodge.”

Supervillain nodded slowly. They still hadn’t glanced their way. “That’s right.”

“I feel like you’re not telling me something,” Civilian said quietly. Supervillain tensed under their gaze, their eyes finally snapping to them. Civilian couldn’t hold their gaze, fearing the answer to what they wanted to ask—what they were going to ask. “Are you…I mean, I know you can’t answer this but…” They hesitated, debating with themselves if they should even ask. “Are you a hero or something?”

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[muses-of-the-mind]

A Perfect Partner, A Not So Perfect Villain

Tw: knives, implied torture

Supervillain inspected the gleaming knives on the wall, pretending to be deep in thought as one of their hands stroked their chin.

“Hm, which one do you think I should use?”

The whimper they received in reply made them look back at their hostage.

They tsked, walking forward to crouch near the chair, “You know I prefer it when you use your words.”

They ripped the gag off Hostage’s tear-stained face, shushing them as pleas and prayers fell from their lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t kill me. I’ll do any—“

Supervillain internally sighed at the sobs of the prisoner.

Really, they didn’t even plan on torturing them. Strategics and manipulation was more of their strong suit. Besides, blood had always made them nauseous and they weren’t a big fan of cleaning up their opponents’s. All the weapons, skulls, and fancy shtick were just there for decoration and perhaps because Supervillain thought it made them look cool and intimidating.

They circled the hostage’s chair, reaching out to take a dagger that was hanging from the ceiling.

“Well if you’re not going to talk, I might have to resort to more…persuasive tactics.”

Hostage felt the knife scrape the back of their chair and drew in a sharp breath, waiting for the knife to plunge into the back of their neck.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) an unexpected click sounded through the room, making them both pause and look up.

Hostage could hear their heartbeat roaring in their ears. They briefly wondered if Hero or any of their sidekicks had come to save them. The thought made a strand of unbidden hope flutter in their chest.

It was quickly squashed down however when someone wearing a too-large sweater and sweats walked through the door. Supervillain’s eyes lit up at seeing the intruder and they moved to stand in front of Hostage, seemingly having forgotten all about them.

The stranger’s green eyes were set on Supervillain, glaring at them as they crossed their arms.

“How many times must I tell you no torture after 7 pm? And especially not when I’m off work and in the house!”

Hostage watched as Supervillain, the greatest threat to the city, the one that had even villains quivering in their boots, turned sheepish.

As if that didn’t astonish them enough, Supervillain moved to wrap their arms around the scowling individual, nuzzling their face into the other’s neck.

“I’m sorry.” They whispered.

The stranger sighed, reaching up to play with the curls of Supervillain’s hair.

What in the world was going on?

“It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting to come home to screams of yet another one of my partner’s prisoners.”

Supervillain tilted their head slightly to look up at (Hostage guessed) their partner, “You were expecting someone else’s screams?”

The criminal’s partner seemed to read between the sly glint in their eyes and smacked them playfully, “Not like that, you pervert.”

Supervillain grinned, an action Hostage thought they were incapable of making. They planted a kiss on Partner’s lips before separating from them, “I’ll finish this up and then you can let me make it up to you.” They winked, before adding, “With more than screaming this time.”

Partner shook their head, a fond smile on their face nonetheless. They pecked Supervillain’s forehead before making their way out of the room, leaving the captor and their captive alone.

Hostage’s sheen of sweat returned as they gulped, glancing toward the supervillain.

Supervillain grinned, twirling the knife they had held in their hand.

“Let’s make this quick, shall we? I’ve got a date to please.”

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[serickswrites]

Turn Back

"We should turn back," Civilian said as they stopped walking. They were filled with a sense of unease as they got deeper into the forest.

"We're only just starting out. Besides, I know this forest like the back of my hand," Other Civilian replied as they marched forward.

"I think we should stop. How long has this temple ruin been here?" They gestured at the crumbling ruin to a long forgotten god.

Other Civilian shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen it before."

Civilian spun around to face their friend. "What do you mean you've never seen it before. I thought you knew this forest like the back of your hand!"

Other Civilian gave an uneasy smile. "I do. This has never been here before...I...I think you're right. We should go back."

The two civilians quickly made their way out of the dark woods. Made their way away from the creature that lurked in the lonely dark, waiting for an offering to be made. Waiting to no longer be forgotten. Supervillain knew their time would come soon. Knew that they would be free of the shadows. Free of the loneliness. And free of being long forgot.

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[epiclamer]

Can I request a tortured Supervillain being rescued by a reluctant Civilian? Please?

Fantastic trope. I love it.

Inner Turmoil

This was definitely the stupidest thing Civilian had ever done.

Propping the supervillain up against their floor mattress and a mountain of scratchy handmade pillows, Civilian took their first deep breath of the night. Finally registering the gravity of the situation and what a stupid decision they had made.

Eyes flicking back to the barely conscious and babbling supervillain in front of them, feverish and delirious as they pleaded to not be hurt any more. Civilian had done their share of comforting as they rushed Supervillain home in their car, but that had been a split second decision. They had barely even registered what they had done until now.

Panic was settling in Civilian’s chest, they had to calm down, they had to calm them both down. Or Supervillain would panic again and start sobbing and begging once more.

Not good.

The civilian stood up, taking quick steps to their shabby bathroom for the first aid kit. Why hadn’t they just taken Supervillain to the hospital? Maybe if they had bargained enough the doctors would fix Supervillain up before turning them in?

Who were they kidding. Supervillain’s only chance was Civilian. No willing and sane being in the entire universe would take the Supervillain in.

Except maybe Civilian… Who had seen someone in need and not wasted another second in hauling them into the backseat of their car.

Yet, the longer this went on and the more common sense that crept back into the civilian; the less they wanted to help.

Constant scenarios of the hospital help or just straight to the heroes team flashed through Civilian’s mind as they grabbed the first aid bag and headed back to their patient. Still lost completely in their own sickness and delirium as they cried and squirmed under the sheet Civilian had been kind enough to lend them.

They approached the other slowly, not wanting to spook them and have them lash out, but also not wanting to scare the poor thing. Everything going on inside the civilian was conflicting itself. On one hand, Supervillain was a cold-hearted killer who never batted an eye at death, on the other… They were a cowering, fearful and begging victim of horrendous actions.

Actions most likely justified by Supervillains past doings. Actions that Civilian couldn’t even tell if they deserved or not.

“Hey, hey, hey… Supervillain can you look at me?” Civilian crouched down in front of their shaking and shivering companion, lending out a hand as they gently reached for the other’s hand. “I’m here to help. I’m going to fix you up, okay? I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Civilian couldn’t even say they believed the words coming out of their mouth, but it calmed the frail supervillain greatly and that was good enough for now. Civilian could figure out their moral compass later.

Supervillain allowed for their saviour to lean in and gently stroke their cheek. Flinching immediately at the contact and whimpering as they started to beg for a rest again, but the civilian shushed them quietly. Pulling out a wet wipe from the first aid bag and wiping down Supervillains face softly with the cloth, careful to avoid any of the open gashes.

Technically speaking, the civilian should have left the supervillain for dead. It would’ve been their appropriate karma. It would’ve equaled out all the pain they’ve caused in this world. But now they were caring for them. That put a giant target on Civilians head and a whole new hit out on the recovering supervillain.

Civilian sighed, looking their rescued supervillain over up and down, allowing them to understand how big of a task this was. They had no medical experience and nothing at all relative in their field. They couldn’t help this villain.

But they didn’t have a choice.

They tapped their fingers in a nervous patter against the hardwood floor. Mulling over every thought in their head until they finally found something close enough to a solution.

Civilian pulled out their phone, fingers auto-dialling their friend’s number. Friend always came home battered and beaten from their mysterious job and always turned out just fine. Civilian was sure that they could help.

The line picked up with a click, Civilian stood up and headed out of earshot from their terrified patient. They exchanged greetings before Civilian jumped straight to the point, explaining their situation the best they could to the other on the line.

“So you have Supervillain? Like the Supervillain. With you. In your house.”

“Yes.” Civilian hissed, keeping their voice low as to not notify their guest.

“And you want me to help fix them up? The Supervillain. You want me to heal the Supervillain.”

Civilian groaned, exasperated. “Yes, Friend. Now are you coming or not?” They poked their head back into their bedroom to check on Supervillain who only stared off into space as they shook under their sheet.

Friend chuckled from the other end of the phone before they spoke. “Alright, alright. I’ll show, but maybe you should go and grab some more intense first aid supplies… I mean, based off your previous description of their current state.”

Civilian was about to shut down the idea entirely until they caught a glimpse of the blood heavily coating their hands already and hesitated. Friend could watch Supervillain for a half hour or so while they bought supplies, right?

Civilian accepted the offer with no more than a drop of uncertainty. Friend just seemed too eager, it set Civilian at an unease they hadn’t experienced before. But they figured the odds of their lifelong friend being Superhero who was on the hunt for their supervillain would be much too low to be realistic…

Right?

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[trusthevillain]

"Why are you saving me?" Civilian asked while Villain positioned themselves in front of the bullets.

"Why wouldn't I save you?" Villain replied with a playful voice. "You're a good person, and good people deserve to be safe."

The horde out there kept firing at them, and Civilian could only watch as Villain got injured. They couldn't do a single thing about it. Villain feigned strength as best they could, but they knew there was only so much time they could hold on.

"Now, when I say run, I need you to do as I say and don't even think about me," Villain instructed, but Civilian shook his head, terrified.

"What about you?"

"Do everything that I say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night."

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

Short Prompt #1053

Civilian carefully poured a cup of steaming tea as their boss managed a menagerie of papers on their desk. “Anything else I can get for you, Sir?”

The supervillain took a sip of the offered tea before asking, “Has the ‘package’ arrived yet?

The civilian nodded. “Yes, it came in just this morning. Shall I have the henchmen bring it up?

Supervillain hummed for a moment in thought before deciding, “Bring it to the interrogation room.”

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[automeris-io-moth]

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.)

- 🤎

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. 

_

Part three

Part four

Masterlist

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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[puddleslimewrites]

False Promises (Part 3)

Part 1 // Part 2

All those promises of protection - of loyalty and safety - were rather useless when the main threat to Scientist was standing right in the doorway of their lab.

Supervillain took their time closing the distance while Scientist stood there, frozen. Their eyes trailed over the lab bench - an organized mess covered in beakers and haphazard observational notes. "New project?" they hummed, as if this was just another visit. As if they weren't the reason Scientist's previous lab had burned to the ground. As if they never tried to kill Scientist. The only reason Scientst was alive was because of Hero.

But where was Hero now? They had promised to protect them. Just like Supervillain had once promised the exact same thing. Protection from the heroes and their dogged recruitment efforts, in exchange for information and favors. Scientist never minded. It hardly felt like work to do what they enjoyed, and to do so without the annoyance of Superhero breathing down their neck.

But look at them now. Against their better judgment, Scientist did end up with the heroes, didn't they? They'd refused to choose a side no matter how persistent the approaches, but Supervillain forced their hand when they'd been left for dead.

And when the time came - when the villains did inevitably betray their trust - it was easy to convince Scientist to join the heroes' side. Had they known all along? Is that why Hero was there that day? Like a true hero, they'd arrived just in time to save them.

Scientist believed they were safe. That the heroes were trustworthy. That there was someone they could believe in that wasn't themself. It was all a ruse, an elaborate plan that hinged on their own ignorance, and now, as Supervillain drew nearner, Scientist would have to pay for their idiocy.

They believed all the lies, all the promises of protection, and look where that got them: on their deathbed, once again.

~

Tagging: @big-armed-mar, who requested another part c:

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