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seaside-writings · 1 year

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Prompt #575

"What do you want from me?"

"Your heart,"

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late-night-tourist-attraction · 1 year

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# 34

The judge narrowed their eyes as they saw a familiar face just barely enter their court room.

Of all the people to walk through those court doors the villain was the one person the judge did not want to see.

Clearing their throat the judge spoke with disdain clear in their voice." I'm sure that Whatever it is you did this time, you're most certainly guilty of it ." The judge had said with a long sigh.

The villain hadn't even made it fully past the doors before stopping in their place with a funny little look in their eyes.

"Sorry to disappoint you today but I'm afraid I'm not here for you." The villain had said with forged sadness. " You see, I'm simply here for jury duty." The villain had said with a simple shrug.

"But, if you really want to see me in the hot seat that badly I guess I could cause a little trouble later on in the day. " the villain had said once more with a rather smug smile.

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esperosisdoeswriting · 2 years

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Prompt #570

"You know I hurt people, right?" [Villain] frowned at them.

"Everyone does," [Lover] shrugged.

"No, I mean I hurt people intentionally. A lot." they clarified.

"Do you want me to care?" [Lover] turned to them.

"No I-" [Villain] started to speak, but stopped. Honestly, they weren't sure what they wanted. They had gone into this conversation expecting [Lover] to scream and run from them. To call them disgusting and to flee.

They hadn't wanted that, but it's what they had braced themself for.

Instead, when they told [Lover] they were a villain, their lover only shrugged and kept doing the dishes.

"I don't know." they finally admitted.

"Then it's fine my love," [Lover] smiled at them, "let's just continue being us."

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sammysorrowful · 1 year

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A Dance on a Highway - Villain x Civilian

Summary: Civilian is kidnapped by Villain regularly, but Civilian stopped minding after the 134th time. Civilian knows Villain won’t hurt them, and are simply being dramatic. It also doesn’t help that they are the only person Villain ever kidnaps. This time, the hero doesn’t bother trying to save Civilian.

Original prompt by @/Writing-Prompt-S

- “Wow, Villain, you really put some effort into this one. I mean, dangling off a bridge, who's ever seen that one before?” Civilian said sarcastically as they were stuck, as they said, dangling on the edge of a broken bridge, the only thing keeping them from presumably falling to their death was the rope they were tied up with. “Hey! Okay, listen, it’s not my best work, but I’ve been having an evil-plot block!” Villain replied in a hiss. Civilian slightly chuckled at that.

“You ever consider archery to try and clear up your mind?” Civilian offered. “Oh please, I get enough target practice in kidnapping you every week!” Villain replied and clutched their weapon closely as they awaited Hero. “I don’t mean target practice. Try and vent your thoughts in more…calm ways? Like journaling!” Civilian said as they dangled, their body slightly blowing in the wind. “Villain, release the hostage! Return the civilian!” One of the police officers said into a microphone. Both Civilian and Villain ignored them, as usual, as both of them knew the police wouldn’t do anything, and Villain would not listen.

“What about baking? That always clears up my thoughts.” Civilian suggested. “Ugh! Where the hell is Hero?! I need their undivided attention right now!” Villain complained loudly as they threw their hands in the air before crossing their arms.

“Why are you so obsessed with Hero’s attention? And just- getting people’s attention in general?” Civilian asked offhandedly.

“What?! I’m not obsessed!” Villain replied sharply. “I mean- you kidnap me to get my attention-” “I do not!”

“And you also do it for Hero’s attention,” Civilian continued, “And you also always pose for the news drones so that’s something.” Civilian concluded. Villain blushed heavily, their face turning slightly red. “I’m no attention seeker, Civilian, you’re just my favorite hostage! Besides…” Villain approached Civilian and pulled them off the dangling bridge, pulling them back onto solid ground of the bridge. “You should know this by now. I am a performer of darkness!” Villain gently began to slow dance with Civilian, “Here you go again on your rants about ‘making life a show’...” Civilian said in a low mutter as they allowed Villain to twirl them around. It was often that Villain did this. Civilian knew a lot about Villain that most people didn’t. Because this always happened. Villain would start ranting to Civilian, and Civilian listened, and gave them advice. And they would just talk. Though sometimes it would be the other way around and Civilian would rant to Villain about their life. A lot of times it was just gossip though. Or just regular old conversation. But through their strange friendship, Civilian learned that Villain lived for the rush of show, the danger of fighting with Hero, all of that stuff. And that VIllain often didn’t get attached to people. But they were slowly getting attached to Civilian, though they would never admit it.

“And a sailor of the sea of passion.” Both Civilian and Villain said at once, Civilian repeating the words that Villain had said countless times before.

“I know, I know.” Civilian said. Villain chuckled at that. “And what are you, Civilian?” Villain asked suddenly. “What am I- woah!” Civilian repeated as Villain titled them back during their little dance.

“Yes! What are you?” Villain said once more. “Tch,” Civilian began as a smile cracked at their lips, “I’m the hostage, the damsell in distress, obviously!” Civilian said as they continued to dance across the streets of the broken bridge, the sound of police sirens in the background as they awaited Hero. “Oh you WISH! You’re more than just a little peon, a pawn in my game, no one really is. What are you, Civilian? For real, this time.” Villain explained. “I don’t know- what do you think I am?” Civilian asked as they accidentally stepped on Villains foot as they danced. “Oh- sorry! Y’know, my arms being tied to my torso isn’t really helping.” Civilian commented as they continued. “I can’t answer that, sweets. That’s for you to answer. You have to figure it out.” Villain grinned before lightly ‘booping’ Civilian on the nose. It was funny how harmless Villain was. Civilian smiled and giggled at that. “Okay, I’m getting a little dizzy here, no more dancing for today, ‘kay, hon?” Civilian said and slightly closed their eyes, wanting to avoid the question without saying it. “Course, darling. Wouldn’t want to wear you out.” Villain replied and letting go of Civilian, no longer twirling them around. Villain slightly looked away. Villain was doing this simply because they deemed it what they were good at. It’s not like they were out to hurt people. “Gosh- where is Hero?!” Villain called out. They approached the edge of the bridge, leaving Civilian alone. Villain stood at the edge and screamed out at the police waiting way below.

“Hey! You nerd-ass-punks! You told Hero that I’m here and I have a hostage, right? And- y’know, I’m a threat to their health!” Villain threatened. One of the police officers was eating donuts, but they rolled their eyes and took the megaphone and put it to their mouth. “Well- Villain, you take the same hostage every time you’re here and you never hurt them, we actually think you might like them with whatever you guys were up to-” “Hey! That was none of your business!” Villain shouted over them. “And- Well, yeah, I kind of like them! And I…don’t really want to hurt them,” Their voice trailed off to where they couldn’t be heard nearing the end of the sentence, but they spoke up again, “But I’m still a threat!” They shouted. The police officer, instead of listening, just waved Villain off and went back to eating their donuts.

“Is Hero seriously not coming?!” Villain shouted.

“Why don’t you hurt me?” Civilian questioned pretty suddenly. Villain was caught a little off-guard, but looked back at Civilian.

“Why don’t I hurt you?” Villain repeated. “Yeah. Why? You call yourself a ‘performer of suffering’ but you don’t really cause much suffering.” Civilian said rather honestly “I dunno- you, you don’t really do anything that warrants me hurting you. I–” Villain groaned in frustration. “Stop making this so complicated! I hold you hostage because I like spending time with you! I don’t hold you hostage with- well- intention to hurt you- I guess, but…” Villain tried to explain it. Civilian approached Villain, standing before them. “You don’t intend on hurting anyone, do you, Villain? You’re just here to put on a show?” Civilian asked, a smile creeping on their face. Villain’s expression shifted. “Funny how you have a way with words, sweetie.” Villain replied. “You’re right. Or at least something like that, I guess.” They added. Civilian giggled lightly at that. “That doesn’t make you sound like much of a villain, Villain.” And it was right then where Civilian realized what they were to themselves.

(Part Two)

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the-cypress-grove · 3 months

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Prompt: 211

"Do I know you?"

"Forgotten me already, darling?"

"Ah. Fuck."

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 7 months

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Short Prompt #1317

"Are you certain we can't do this the hard way?" the civilian asked, leaning forward in their restraints. "I mean, come on. I was expecting something much more exciting than this!"

The villain could only shake their head in disbelief. "You are truly the strangest hostage I've ever kidnapped. You want me to beat you up?!"

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arealphrooblem · 1 year

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Mutually Assured Destruction

Snyopsis: Villain x Civilian. Civilian can sense other people's powers through auras but hides this ability. They are terrified of the most boring person at their office job, who hides the most powerful aura Civilian has ever felt.

Being the first person out the door undoubtedly did Civilian no favors to their work reputation.

Anytime someone joked about it, often with an edge, Civilian would make excuses: their dog needed let out (they didn’t have a dog), they had to get to the bank before it closed (they use their banking app 90 percent of the time), they liked having a work/life balance (that one’s true).

The real reason, of course, was to avoid any encounters with them. Their newest colleague -- Jonathan Anderson. A bland, forgetful name for a bland, forgetful person. He arrived two months ago in her data entry division, dressed everyday in the same unremarkable navy suit with a grey tie, gave generic responses to small talk at lunch.

And he scared the shit out of them.

Luckily for Civilian, their paths didn’t cross that often and when they would, Civilian had found ways to neatly side step them -- emails instead of face to face conversations, calling in favors, and once, even taking a sick day to avoid a meeting.

It worked great -- until it didn’t.

The elevator descended at an agonizing snail’s pace. Civilian stood in the back, gripping the railing behind them with a sweaty hand and tried to breathe slowly and evenly.

The only other person in the elevator with them -- and the only other person in the building -- was Jonathan Anderson. Because of course he would be working late the one time Civilian had a deadline change and a mad scramble to get everything read by tomorrow.

He stood in front of the buttons, his back to them, plain brown leather briefcase dangling from his hand. To everyone else, he looked harmless. But the sheer power of his aura radiated like the sun. It made Civilian light-headed being in such close contact with it.

Thirty more seconds, they thought to themselves. That’s all this elevator ride would last. After that Civilian could scurry off to the parking garage and screech out of here.

29 . . . 28 . . . 27 . . .26 . . .

The elevator came to a sudden, sickening halt and Civilian’s heart with it. They waited for the emergency alarm to blare, but the elevator stayed eerily silent.

“Is there . . is there something wrong?” Their voice came out shaky and hoarse. They cleared their throat.

For a moment Jonathan didn’t respond. Instead he turned around to lean casually against the wall and survey them, his face as bland and unreadable as always.

“That’s a question I think I should be asking,” he said, adjusting his glasses.

Instantly their hackles rose. It took considerable effort to keep the panic from their face, to force their shoulders to relax, to look confused and concerned.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re afraid of me.”

The truth struck true, lodging itself between their ribs. Civilian swallowed, suddenly dry mouthed, and tried to find the air again.

“You’ve trapped me in an elevator and you’re bigger than me,” they pointed out.

“That is rather nerve-wracking, I’ll admit. It’s almost believable. But this started a long time ago, didn’t it?”

He straightened and took a step towards them. And another. All while speaking in that affable, level tone, as if commenting on the weather.

“Since my first day here. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you never shook my hand that day. Or that I don’t notice all the little tricks you pull to avoid me. Yet we’ve never had a negative encounter. You’ve never given me the opportunity to create a bad impression. It’s rather baffling, don’t you think?”

He stopped a safe distance away but close enough to prevent any attempt to escape. Despite being only a couple inches taller than Civilian, they loomed in the small space.

“So tell me -- how do you know?”

“Know what?”

It was their only defense, this wide eyed denial. To pretend they were discomfited by a bizarre encounter with their coworker, rather than straddling the edge of a panic attack while stuck in an elevator with a man who could kill them with a snap of his fingers probably.

He snorted. “You gave up the ability to be coy when you stepped into this elevator. Please don’t make me ask you again.”

Though he made no threatening movements, the swell of his power spoke for him, the pressure of it nearly suffocating.

“I can feel it,” Civilian whispers shakily. “Your power. Anyone’s power. They have an -- an aura about them and I can feel how strong it is.”

“So you can tell, instantly, who is and isn’t a powered individual?” he clarified, his focus sharpening like the sun through a magnifying glass.

They only managed a nod, their throat tight.

“Fascinating.”

The hint of awe in his voice would have been flattering if Civilian hadn’t spent so much effort to avoid this kind of attention.

“And which organization is benefiting from this power? Who is keeping tabs on me?”

“No one,” Civilian said hurriedly. “I haven’t told anyone.”

A wicked smirk spread like slow poison across his face, transforming a visage that no one looked twice at into something terrifying.

“Do you think I’m as stupid as I pretend to be for work? There is no possibility that any organization would allow someone like you to walk untethered. Now, answer the question before I show you exactly why my aura frightens you so much.”

His hand hovered just over their heart, the beat of which a cacophony in their ears. Nothing happened -- yet. But the anticipation of it, coupled with the fact that Civilian still had no idea what such power was, made their whole body start to tremble.

“They don’t know about me,” they said, throat tight. “No one knows about me. I’ve kept it a secret my whole life.”

Jonathan still surveyed them with suspicion. “Why? I imagine you would be an extremely valuable asset to them. And those tend to be very well compensated. You expect me to believe you’d rather be a data clerk for a bank?”

A flash of rage breaks through the fog of terror. “My father was an extremely valuable asset. It didn’t stop him from dying an excruciating and unnecessary death. I’m not following in his footsteps.”

For a moment he looked taken aback at this confession before his eyes narrowed in what almost seemed like approval. It emboldened Civilian.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here and I don’t want to know. If I tell anyone about you, it will blow my secret too. So just . . . let me stay out of your way?” They swallowed, tongue darting out to moisten cracked lips. “Please?”

For several agonizing seconds he just looked at them, his face blank as printer paper. Civilian tried to meet his eyes, to look trustworthy, but the weight of his flat, calculating stare was too much. Instead, their gaze fell onto his hand, still hovering over their heart, ready to crush them or incinerate them or dissolve them or whatever ungodly thing he could do.

And then his hand slowly slipped down further between them and flipped up, palm open.

“What take out do you enjoy?” he asked.

“ . . .what?”

“It’s a bit late for a restaurant, but I know several takeout places still open this time of night. Do you have a preference?”

It was Civilian’s turn to stare at Jonathan with their brow furrowed.

“You -- you don’t need to buy me dinner,” they stammered.

“Of course I do. It’s customary for a date, yes?”

“For a what?” Civilian choked.

That wicked smirk appeared again, giving life to the void of his neutral expression.

“You know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“I -- I’m not your enemy!”

“And you will never have the opportunity to be one. I’m ensuring it. And since you refuse to acknowledge my presence here at work, there is only one other recourse. Now choose or I shall choose for you.”

A date. Dinner. With him. Someone with the strongest aura Civilian had ever encountered. Someone who was definitely planning something illegal.

“I like tacos,” they said faintly.

With a wave of his hand, the elevator shuddered back to life and continued it’s gentle decent to the ground floor.

“Then we shall get tacos,” said Jonathan, taking their hand.

Part Two

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Prompt #182

CW: blood, stitches

Medic tried not writhe as the the villain finished stitching the gash between their shoulder blades.

“Hush,” the villain said, breaking the thread with their teeth. “It’s all ok.”

It was not. They’d just been attacked and left for dead by their own leader in the middle of a job. They were confused, weak, sticky with blood, and at the mercy of a dangerous criminal. They didn’t even understand why the villain stopped for them instead of continuing their pursuit of the field team. But here Medic was, frozen on the bathroom floor of deadly stranger, hands designed to hurt patching a wound made by hands designed to help.

Medic choked on an unexpected sob.

Hesitant fingers rubbed their back, careful not to come anywhere near the new stitches. How strange to be on the other end of the needle.

“They’ll pay,” Villain soothed and for a moment, Medic hoped it might be true.

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unboundprompts · 4 months

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Hero and Villain Prompts

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the-broken-pen · 5 months

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“You’re a super villain.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry love, I thought we were stating facts.”

“You—“

“Called you gorgeous? Yes.”

“No—that’s not what I—god, you collapsed the bridge this morning.”

“Ah yes. I did that too. In more pressing matters, do you have a preference towards wine?”

“I don’t—“

“I’ll pick, then.”

“All those people—“

“Were unfortunate casualties. Look. Stop trying to call for help under the tablecloth, I can see you. Look at me. I am a villain, yes, but I would give you the world. A hero? They would give you up for the world. Do you really want to love someone who will never put you first?”

“…no.”

“Excellent. Now, do you like pasta?”

“Um. Yes?”

The super villain smiled.

In the end, loving them was easier than the civilian had thought.

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thechaoticweirdo · 5 months

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This crap isn't fair.

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

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

LIKES US.

Anyways, thank you for coming.

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seaside-writings · 1 year

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Prompt #489

"Won't you dance with me, darling?"

"I don't dance with psychos,"

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late-night-tourist-attraction · 1 year

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#8

Long Days and Shorter Nights

A/N: Warnings none that I can think of.

The Villain triedly trudged through their apartment, throwing their things to the side, and shedding their warm winter coat.

Their lover was right.

Today was a cold and windy day, with snow just now starting to fall.

The Villain smiled as they walked into the kitchen, being greeted by the cozy smell of a home cooked meal and the humming of their spouse.

"I'm home!" the villain said while taking a seat at the table." Sorry for being late."

"Oh villain, I didn't hear you come in, how was your day?, did those pesky coworkers of yours give you any trouble today?" The villain's spouse asked with a gentle smile, coming up from behind the villain rubbing their shoulders.

The Villain melted into their lover's touch, their eyes fluttering closed, and their lips slightly parting as they let out a sigh.

Although the villain's lover didn't know of their true career path, the villain did always try to be hosted with their lover, like addressing things by different names, such as, the hero stopped my heist which translates to my coworker screwed up an order, or the hero broke my gun translates to my coworker broke the stapler gun.

Ok so maybe the villain wasn't as honest as they would like to think they are.

But still they loved their spouse and had always been their true self whenever they were with their lover.

Without answering verbally, the Villain grabbed one of their lovers hands and guided it up to their cheek, silently nodding their head.

" I take that as a yes, my coworkers are causing trouble again. " the villain's lover said with a knowing sigh.

The Villain only nodded again as they leaned into their lovers' touch even more, their touch soothing the wounds to the villain's beaten and battered pride.

"That bad" the villain's lover said with a frown, running their hand down the villain's arm and intertwining the two together, kissing the villain on the forehead.

"Oh, next time they give you any trouble, you let me know. I'll straighten them out, pronto!" The Villains lovers said with huff, giving the villain a light squeeze from behind.

The Villain laughed at the thought of their lover chewing the hero's out.

"Thanks." the villain warmly said, with a small smile still on their face.

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gingerly-writing · 8 months

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Prompt #3469

“Why can’t you just be happy for me?!”

“Because you’re dating a supervillain!”

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epiclamer · 5 days

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

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

“You don’t deserve a second chance.”

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the-cypress-grove · 4 months

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Prompt: 193

"You corrupted her."

"No, I simply told her the truth. All of it. What decision she made after that was entirely her own."

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