#villain x civilian snippet

[sammysorrowful]

Could you please continue A Dance on a Highway with Villain x Civilian it’s SO GOOD! Like maybe they ask civilian on a date and just have a lovely time out or talking/enjoying each others company. Anything cute. I just love them!

You bet I can!! Tysm for the request! Hope I came through on it XD

(Part One)

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It was not usual that Villain did two schemes in one week. They always took pride in planning what they deemed their “shows” and making each scheme unique and special. So, unless Villain was feeling extra evil that week, it was strange. That was why Civilian was so confused by the fact that they had been randomly grabbed by Villain and taken to a random roof-top. “Villain, what’s with the bag over my head?” Civilian questioned as Villain carried them in the bridal way to wherever they wanted to go. And it was rather later than usual, nearing six PM.

“Because I don’t want you to see where we’re going. Clearly.” Villain replied. “Yeah, duh, but why?” Civilian responded. “Gah! Hey- be more careful!” They added as Villain continued traveling over roof-tops. Civilian wrapped their arms around Villain’s neck as they continued. Villain wasn’t exactly being slow about it.

“Yeah yeah, wouldn't want you to splat on the ground like a pancake!” Villain replied as they continued further. Civilian fell quiet. “You’re being…quieter than usual. And more– pouty?” Civilian said. “What?! I’m not pouty! It’s brooding.” Villain corrected. “Same thing.” Civilian grumbled and slightly waved Villain off. “Does this have something to do with whatever plot you cooked up this time?” Civilian added. “I guess.” Villain replied. Civilian slightly chuckled at the vague reply. Villain, upon hearing Civilians laugh, spoke up again, “Hey! Quit trying to spoil the surprise! Trust me, I put…uh- what’s the word you use?” “Uncalled effort?” “Yes, that. This- well, “scheme”, I suppose it is one, it’s one of the plots I have been the most passionate about in a long time.” Villain explained. “Is that why you waited ‘til six pm?” Civilian asked offhandedly.

“What, you expected me to wait all the way until next week? Impossible! I could never.” Villain stated about as dramatically as usual. Civilian giggled at that. “Alright.” Civilian replied, their voice quieted.

Sooner than later, Civilian and Villain touched-down onto the roof of a building. “We’re here?” Civilian asked as Villain plopped them onto the ground. Civilian reached for the bag and pulled it off, Their heart dropped into their stomach, like a rock in water.

The dark sky was illuminated with soft stars. Villain stood in front of Civilian, behind them was a table with a couple flowers on it, as well as one singular candle. The flame of the candle swayed in the wind. 

In other words: it didn’t look like the set-up of Villain’s usual plans, but rather…some kind of….date?

“This was way more embarrassing than I imagined!” Villain slightly whined and turned away from Civilian. Civilian was a little caught off guard (the bag over their head didn’t really make them think it would be building up to something romantic), but their expression softened. They slightly smiled at how cute the gesture was, but also how Villain became nervous and somewhat flustered. But who knew- this could very easily be not what it looks like. “Villain, what’s all this about?” Civilian asked softly. 

“Gosh- why is this so complicated?! Just–” Villain threw themselves at Civilians feet, bowing their head, before holding a red rose up to Civilian.

And right then, it felt like a needle had been put through every nerve in Civilian's body, as some feeling of excitement and yet…something else, ran through them. Who would have thought?

“Civilian, you make me feel a certain way that no one else can, yada yada yada, will you…” The words got caught in Villain’s throat. They slightly bit their lip as they tried to find the words. Civilian accepted the rose. 

Villain looked up at Civilian once more. Then Villain remembered that. This was just Civilian after all. Villain knew Civilian very well. It’s not like Civilian would punch Villain in the face, scream “no” and then leave. What’s the worst that could happen?

“As corny as it sounds…Will you go on a date with me?” Villain asked. Civilian smiled and blushed. “You can say no if you want. I don’t mean to be forceful or whatever.” They added. “I’d love too.” Civilian replied, holding the rose in one hand, and holding the other out to Villain in an attempt to help them up, considering they had decided to get on one knee for some reason.

“Really?” Villain squeaked, a little caught off guard. “Yeah. I like you too, Villain. Never thought I’d say this, but being kidnapped has become one of the things I look forward to the most.” Civilian stated. Villain smiled at this. “Yes!” Villain hissed and smiled. Civilian walked over to the table at the end of the roof. “Y’know this whole thing is really dramatic.” “Of course it is! What, would you rather me just casually ask you to go to some overpopulated, sweaty, germ-filled restaurant? No!” Villain said in response. 

“Wait– we’re not trespassing, are we?” Civilian became a little startled and looked over at Villain. And then Civilian remembered who they were talking too as Villain slightly raised an eyebrow. Civilians expression softened at that. “Of course.” They said in an almost breathy sigh. “Still, this is a very nice view.” Civilian began and sat down on the edge of the building. “Aren’t you afraid of falling off or something?” Villain questioned and approached. “You’ve had me dangling off of bridges before. It’ll take a little more than heights to scare me.” Civilian answered with their usual smile. “What are you even scared of then?” Villain asked as they crossed their arms, and plopping down next to Civilian. They kicked their feet back and forth as they dangled from the edge. 

“Mmh…that’s a good question. Spiders have always freaked me out. So do sharks. But being afraid of something doesn’t mean you have to be afraid of it.” “What? That’s an oxymor…oxymain…oxy…” “Oxymoron?” Civilian offered. 

“Yeah!” Villain snapped their fingers. “That.” They said. 

“It does sound like a contradiction, but…you can still overcome something while being afraid of it. Like- bravery, y’know?” Civilian explained. “Like when a kid is afraid of getting the flu shot, but they get it anyways? That sort of thing.” They added. Villain nodded in moderate understanding.

“Wow, spiders though? Can’t you just like- stomp on it?” Villain muttered. “But they’re poisonous! You get bit by one, then you could be dead by the end of the day if you don’t get help.” Civilian explained.

“Psh- not that scary.” Villain muttered jokingly. 

“Then what are you afraid of?” Civilian asked and slightly pointed at Villain. 

“Psh- I’m not scared of anything!” Villain replied quickly and grinned mischievously. A cold breeze blew past them. “C’mon, you have to be afraid of something.” Civilian said and put a hand to their chin. Villain paused. 

“Well I guess there is something. But I…don’t really know how to explain it.” Villain stated. “Then just explain it as best as you can and I’ll try and find a name for it.” Civilian said. “Okay…well…” Villain searched for words. “I guess I’m afraid of…being, for lack of better words, turned away because of some kind of…difference?” Villain tried to explain. “Turned away?” Civilian repeated. “Well not literally. It’s like- having the few people whose opinions I actually care about hate me over something that isn’t meant to be bad. Or something like that, I guess.” Villain explained. “A…difference.” Civilian repeated. Villain nodded again. Then the realization hit Civilian like a train. Civilian broke out into a giggle. Then a laugh. “Hey- what’s funny?!” Villain questioned.

“Oh my gosh!” Civilian called out as their laughter began to quiet. “What?”

“You’re afraid of rejection!” Civilian stated at last. 

Villains eyes widened. “Oh.” They muttered. “Oh.”

Civilian slightly giggled at that. Villain evaded their eyes. “Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about!” Civilian assured. 

“...I guess it kinda makes sense…” Villain muttered. Civilian smiled before taking the rose Villain had given them and put it into Villains hair, right behind their ear.

Villain stood still. But then, they smiled. Villain practically melted beneath Civilians touch in a certain way. “You always find the right words.” Villain replied. But they paused, and looked over at Civilian. …Nothing to be afraid of. 

“Y’know, if you’re not afraid of heights, how about another dance?” Villain offered, standing up, and offering their hand out to Civilian. “What is with you and dancing in the most inconvenient places possible?” Civilian replied and furrowed their brow. “I’m checking off my bingo card, clearly.” Villain said sarcastically. “Is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’? I won’t let you fall, promise.” Villain said with a slight wink. Civilian smiled brightly. “I love dancing with you, even if I’m pretty bad at it.” Civilian replied and took Villain’s hand. “Doesn’t matter if you’re good or not. It’s just…you.” Villain stated. Whatever that meant. Words never were Villains strong suit. Then, on the edge of the building, they did a slow dance. Villain gently held Civilian’s back, gently pushing the two together. Civilian wrapped their arms around Villain’s neck. The breeze pushed past them, but they held each other firm. At that moment, it felt like just the two of them were awake. Like they were the only people in the entire world.

A/N - Do not do anything these idiots do. Do not try and slow-dance on the edge of a rooftop. You will fall and you will die. Thank you for coming to my PSA.

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[villainsandcivilians]

Villain x Civilian... Though Civilian is a supervillain in retirement and is way more powerful but the villain doesn't know that and tries to kidnap Civilian.

I love this idea so much!

Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open

**Warnings; breaking in, attempted kidnap, threats of violence

Masterlist

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Villain checked the time on their watch; a minute to midnight. It was almost time to set their plan in motion. They were skulking outside the house of a wealthy civilian, waiting for the opportunity to break in and kidnap them. Villain had carefully turned off all of the alarms and CCTV cameras on the property, running over the building’s floor plan all the while. It had struck them as odd that a place as full of valuables as this only had one camera and one alarm, but they had to admit it made their job easier. That was the thing with civilians – they were either scared to death that they would be robbed of their worldly possessions and put their security up to the max, or, like this person, they were cocky and thought no one would dare try to break into their home. Villain grinned wide as the clock struck midnight. Time to go.

They slipped in through a large sash window once they had carefully worked the latch open, then began making their way down the first of a series of ornately decorated corridors. The carpet was a rich red colour, oak panelling stretched all along both walls and occasionally there was a decorative table housing some priceless piece of history. Villain didn’t take much time to look at any of it.

They had been watching Civilian for a while now, planning out their daily routine, deciding where they would be at which time and what they would be doing. Civilian was a part time ‘politician’, as far as Villain could tell. They spent most of their time at home, but when they were out, it was usually because they were discussing business affairs with the mayor. Mayor was the real target of this operation, given that it was them Villain wanted to rob. It wasn’t as easy as just breaking and entering when it came to them; there was around the clock security to deal with, umpteen cameras and silent alarm systems. Villain knew, because they’d already tried. Capturing someone close to the mayor and holding them hostage was a backup plan.

The further Villain crept through the house, the more they began to wonder if they should give up on the kidnapping and just rob Civilian. The entire place was dripping in wealth, though Civilian was still quite young given the vast riches in their possession. It must be family money, villain thought as they passed a series of priceless mounted portraits on their right. Either that or they got lucky. Villain froze to the spot, a faint nose catching their attention. By rights, Civilian should only be a few rooms over, so maybe they had just moved something. An antique book, perhaps, one of a massive collection housed in the library in which Villain was expecting them to be. Maybe they could lift a few books on their way out.

Villain could hardly believe their luck when they got to the right room. The door had been left ajar, just wide enough that they could slip through unnoticed. Civilian was standing with their back turned, leaning forwards and perusing a bookshelf with avid interest. They would never see it coming. Villain tiptoed their way across the room, silently drawing a chemical-soaked cloth from their pocket and raising their hand in front of them, preparing to press it over Civilian’s mouth. They were almost within touching distance, and then –

Villain frowned. Their hand had just stopped. Mid-air, like it had been frozen in place. They tugged backwards, but their hand wouldn’t budge. Neither would their arm. Villain could feel panic starting to rise in their chest as they tried to take a step backwards and found their legs wouldn’t comply. Their body trembled with the effort of trying to move, but their muscles just wouldn’t listen. Villain could feel adrenaline starting to slide through their veins, their heartbeat sounding in their ears. Then, they heard a low, confident chuckle. Coming from Civilian.

Villain directed their eyes forwards to look at the person in front of them, who was now slowly turning around. They had just one finger raised a fraction of an inch, a malicious glint in their eyes a grin that rivalled Villain’s own.

“Well hello, darling,” came their voice, honey smooth and full of vicious enjoyment. It was a voice Villain hadn’t heard for years, not since they had first been starting out. but surely, it couldn’t be… The owner of that voice had disappeared without a trace years ago, never to be seen or heard from again. Unless –

“Have you worked it out yet, sweetheart? I’d be disappointed if you hadn’t.” Supervillain. It was a cruel smile that stretched their lips as they stepped forward, giving a low hum of amusement. “Nothing to say? Why, surely you should at least be trying to do something by now. Are your powers not telekinetic? Do you have to move to be able to use them?” Villain visibly gulped.

“I’m – I’m not powered,” they whispered, surprised they were even able to move their lips to form the words. Supervillain’s mask broke for a moment, their eyebrows raising slightly in what seemed like genuine surprise before they leaned their head back and let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You actually thought you’d be able to kidnap me?” They said, still laughing in disbelief. “And you’re not even powered?” They let out another guffaw, dropping the hand which held Villain in place even at arm’s length. Only Villain still couldn’t move.

“How…”

“Sweetheart, please. You were so astounded that I could control you by just raising a finger – you can’t blame me for playing with you just a little bit.” A horrible nausea started rising in the back of Villain’s throat.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead.” A smirk this time, and an amused huff.

“Do they think that? Or do you all say it to one another just to make yourselves feel safer, lest there be a repeat of Slate Bridge.” Villain almost wanted to close their eyes at the memory. So many had died, so much razed to the ground – and for what? Villainy was one thing, kidnapping, stealing and even the occasional murder. But that? That had just been carnage. Purely for the twisted enjoyment of the brilliant mind stood before them. “Do try not to pass out on me. I know I’m a terrifying sight to behold but you unconscious is really just going to make my night a lot more complicated than it needs to be.”

“What are you going to do with me?” Supervillain leaned forwards into Villain’s space, eyes glinting in the warm light emitting from a nearby lamp.

“You sound scared. You should have thought about that before you broke into my house.” Without so much as lifting a hand, Supervillain levitated Villain off the ground and began striding down the hallway outside the library, Villain’s limp body following helplessly behind. “You won’t be telling anyone who I am, Villain, that’s for sure.”

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[avvail]

supervillain x their super oblivious civilian lover

original ask submitted by @save-the-villainous-cat for the ask game!

“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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[saltydumplings]

Hi, I’m not really sure how this works but I was wondering if you could write a lil short story/snippet of villain x reporter were villain find reporter following then after a big battle?

thank you in advance!! 💙

Oh my god I did it. I wrote a request for the first time in months, oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god--

Request #29

There was blood on their left shoulder. The villain huffed in annoyance, wiping at the stain with one hand and grimacing when it smudged.

That fight had been unnecessary.

The hero had instigated it - the villain giving them ample opportunity to stand down but their enemy was stubborn. Almost stupidly so. They took one look at the villain and decided that they couldn't possibly go one second longer without punching them in the face.

And, of course, the media would paint it as their fault. Because if the villain so much as breathed anywhere near the city centre then obviously their intentions were nothing short of nefarious. No, the villain didn't need to go grocery shopping at all: those bananas were clearly going to be the foundation for their next evil scheme - crucial some might say.

The villain groaned to themself as they walked down the alleyway, using their clean hand to pinch the bridge of their nose.

So much food had been wasted.

So much damage had been caused and for what?

If they were being honest, they weren't entirely sure if it was worth it anymore. If the cause that had led them to where they were still held out strong enough to reason days like this - destruction like this. Common destruction; everyday, needless, a mere swipe upon the hero's page but an ugly blot upon their own. The villain was supposed to be fighting for change but it seemed that everything they did only made the walls they were trying to tear down stronger. They were enabling the very thing they stood against and all the while they were hurting the people they were trying to save - trying to free from a society that never thought of them twice.

At this point, it was better to simply retire and let things return to the way they were. And, if in their misery they figured out a better way then perhaps they could try again...

The villain came to a sudden stop, wondering if they would truly give in right there and then, only to freeze at the sound of movement behind them. A short, scuffling noise - someone attempting to hide and not doing a very good job of it.

Surely the hero hadn't followed them?

The villain turned about, surveying the empty alley behind them, their gaze quickly honing in on a stack of crates. They waited patiently, silent, watching as their would-be stalker peered out from behind their cover and ducked down twice as fast - a small squeak of realisation echoing off the walls. Even if the villain hadn't seen them, they certainly would have heard that.

They let themself relax somewhat, rationalising that their pursuer was either a civilian or a moron. Perhaps even both...

"You realise that you're not exactly discreet, right?" they said.

There was a pause. A long one.

"I'm going to give you to the count of three," the villain pushed. "Either you come out, or I drag you out. One--"

"No, no! N-No need for dragging!"

The villain felt their brows raising as their stalker revealed themself, quickly springing out from their hiding spot like a startled rabbit. They had been right: civilian and a moron. Though, when it came to members of the press, the villain couldn't really expect much else.

"I-I, um," the reporter stumbled on their words as the villain approached them, hands clutching onto their notepad shakily. "I just had a, er - a f-few questions. I-If that's alright with you, of course..."

Perhaps stubborn was a better word. Tenacious.

The villain had seen the way these people practically hovered around the hero. Had even seen one or two get punched by the crime-fighter out of pure annoyance and yet, still, more persisted to harass them.

None had ever attempted to approach the villain before though. None had ever dared...until now.

They stopped just centimetres away from the other, amused by the way the reporter held their ground even when they were clearly scared out of their mind.

"You get three questions," the villain allowed. "But I won't promise any answers."

The reporter's eyes widened. "W-Wait, only three?" they asked.

"Two now," the villain answered.

A beat.

The reporter floundered, opening and closing their mouth multiple times before hurriedly flicking through their notepad. Clearly they'd had their questions planned out - pages upon pages of them - but now they were having to choose only two.

The villain quirked a brow as they watched, foot starting to tap upon the ground while the seconds ticked by.

"Okay, I- no, no, h-hold on."

The reporter flicked back through their notes again, the villain tolerating it all of about five more seconds before snatching the pad from their hands and holding it out of their reach - the reporter giving a startled squeak before looking up at them with horror.

"G-Give that back," they said.

The villain smirked. "No."

"B-But--"

"But what?"

"I..." the reporter flushed, fingers twitching at their sides. "Could you please just give it back?"

The villain's grin grew sharper. "No. And you have one question left - better choose wisely."

"Wait, but that wasn't- I didn't- i-it--!"

"One question~" the villain chimed.

The reporter settled back into silence. Their gaze flicked between their notepad and the villain that held it, something surprisingly similar to a glare lining their expression. Were they about to...?

They did.

The reporter jumped up and snatched the notepad right from the villain's fingers, darting back immediately and flicking through it with frantic urgency.

Cheeky little--

Where the hell did these people get their courage from?

The villain went to snatch it back but the reporter raised their hand, reading out from the final page in an incomprehensible rush:

"DoyouthinkthatHeroshouldbeheldaccountableforthedamagetheycausewhenfightingyouanddoyoubelievethatthisdamageisnecessarywhenthwartingyourplans?"

The villain stopped. Blinked. "What did you just say to me?"

The reporter swallowed, taking in one steady breath before trying again more slowly. "Do you think that Hero should be held accountable for the damage they cause when fighting you, a-and do you believe that this damage is necessary when thwarting your plans?"

Of all the questions they could have asked, the villain had not expected it to be that. It stunned them: they were so used to people always taking the hero's side that they'd almost forgotten the rush of relief that came with being believed - that little thrill of confidence when you found out you weren't alone.

They paused, eyes wide as they studied the other in a new light. "No," they whispered.

"No?" the reporter questioned. They let themself relax a little - no longer cautious but rather curious.

"No," the villain clarified more strongly. "No: that damage is not necessary. And yes they should be held accountable for it - they shouldn't be allowed to use me as an escape goat for the destruction that they actively cause."

For a moment, the reporter's jaw went slack, fully engrossed in what they were saying. The second the villain stopped though they fumbled about their pockets, quickly fishing out a pen and clicking the lid off - taking a few scribbled notes before staring back up at the villain with shining eyes.

"Anything else?" they asked eagerly.

The villain flushed a little under the attention, and not in a bad way. The more they talked to the reporter the more likeable they became: the villain still thought they were stubborn - foolishly so - but they were beginning to recognise that it was more in a puppy-like way than anything truly annoying; the reporter was cute.

"They'll look for any excuse to attack me," they said, each word a small weight off their chest. "The papers will say that I was the one to initiate but I rarely am - that's just what the government wants you to believe. In fact, I'm sure Hero is instructed to be more reckless purposefully just to paint me in a worse light but that's never been my intention: never has been, never will be."

"I knew it!" the reporter said. Then they blushed when the villain raised a brow at them, ducking their head in a vague attempt to hide behind that tiny notebook of theirs. "I mean, I - I had some, er, speculations..."

The villain hummed. "Good speculations I'd hope."

The red of the reporter's cheeks darkened. "A-Any more comments you'd like to add?" they asked, changing the topic.

The villain had to resist the urge to sigh. Because yes; yes, they did. So many...but they didn't want to dump it all on the reporter at once and run the risk of losing the one person that they'd spoken openly to in years.

"What do you intend to do with this information?" they questioned back. "Do you plan to publish it?"

"W-Well, yes. If that's alright, o-of course." The reporter shuffled a little on their feet, suddenly shy. "Not in any of the major papers though - obviously. I mean, they would never let me... It's for a blog I write online. It's small but I-I like to think that it could grow to something bigger. Something that could, y-you know..."

"Change things?" the villain finished, watching as the reporter gave a small nod. "You want things to change?"

The reporter huffed. "Who doesn't?" they said.

The villain considered that a while. Considered it with a hesitation that they'd never had to deal with before. It was one thing to put themself at risk, it was a whole other thing entirely to then insert someone else into that same mess - to tangle them up in something that they could never get out of.

"How much?" the villain challenged. "How much do you want it?"

A pause.

The reporter swallowed, eyes glancing over the villain's frame in a studious way. "Why do I feel like you're giving me a massive, life-altering choice?"

"Because I am," the villain said simply.

"Oh."

The reporter fell silent again. Their gaze drifted away - focused back on the entrance of the alleyway that they'd followed the villain down before falling once more to stare at the notepad in their hands. They held it just a little tighter, lower lip caught between their teeth as they thought it through.

The villain waited patiently, a small excitement sparking within their chest when the reporter's attention drew back to them.

"More than anything," the other said, finally. "More than I can openly admit."

The other followed their direction without question. "O-Oh, right, yes I-- o-of course!"

The villain nodded. Smiled.

"Alright, then. So be it," they said. "You'll want to put that somewhere safe," they added as an afterthought, gesturing to the notepad in the reporter's hands.

They fumbled to put it away into a bag at their side, the villain watching them carefully as they did it.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?" they asked.

The reporter waved a hand dismissively whilst they struggled with the zip. "What, me? No, no, it - it's all work, work, work. I never really find the time for much else."

"So no one to expect you then?" the villain pursued. "No one you're meant to be seeing?"

"No, I--" The reporter paused, their eyebrows drawing down ever so slightly. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because..."

The villain took a step forward then, hands reaching out to catch onto their shoulders. They pulled the reporter closer, the civilian's face flushing at the sudden contact - the sudden strong contact.

"I'm planning to enact my first official kidnapping," the villain said, "and I want everything to go as smoothly as possible."

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[automeris-io-moth]

Please please, can we have some rescued Civilian? From anyone, just, ✨ rescued civilian✨ 

Rescued.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"

Civilian offered no response, curling further against the wall, blood still warm, staining their face. 

They hid their face behind their knees and hands.

"Right, love?" Villain insisted, voice trembling as they kneeled before their partner "They wanted to use you against me, Hero wanted to hurt you.” 

Villain took off their mask with a harsh pull, throwing it to the side. They reached forward slowly, wanting for Civilian to face them, perhaps that way, they thought, the sight of their lover would ease them.

It didn't. 

As the blood-stained fingers brushed against Civilian’s face the trembling person whimpered in fear.

Shocked, Villain took away their hand. 

“I’m sorry, Civilian,” they whispered “I never meant for you to be involved in any of this.” 

“Let me leave,” Civilian’s voice trembled. “I won’t tell anyone who you are.”

Villain sighed. 

“I know you won’t. Stand up.”

A second, a heartbeat. 

As gently as they could, yet firmly still, Villain grabbed onto their arm, pulling them up. Trembling legs pushed them straight into the arms of the criminal, barely able to keep themselves up, Civilian felt the arms of their lover - the killer - sneak behind their waist to keep them upright, such a normal, mundane action from them, brought shivers to their spine. 

With a clean, white handkerchief, Villain cleaned their face. Then, they placed their jacket right back on, all sight of blood gone from view. 

“We’re going back home,” they said, looking right back at the wide, teary eyes that stared at them, kissing the forehead of their lover “I’m gonna take care of the wounds Hero dared to make on you, I’ll clean you up. Then, I’ll cook you something hot, something you like. We’ll eat dinner together, and then we’ll talk.” 

Civilian shook their head, crying harder. 

“I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. I would never, ever hurt you,” they grabbed their chin, lifting Civilian’s face up to make them face them “but I don’t have the same considerations for others, so be careful when we go out on the streets, love.”

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Rescued Civilian, yes. Terrified of their rescuer Civilian, also yes.

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[the-broken-pen]

“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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Prompt #229

“Sooo,” Henchman said, nodding at Villain as they awkwardly snuck a selfie. “Villain definitely started dating someone, right?”

“So it would seem,” Other Henchman said. “I don’t know any other reason they’d be so upbeat and spacey lately.”

“You think it’s one of the henchmen?”

“Oh gosh, I hope not. I’d never get over it if Villain settled for one of us and I didn’t even try.”

“Hero then?”

“That’s be even worse! That stuck up, over-demanding, preppy jerk doesn’t deserve Villain!”

“Alright,” Henchman said. “What’s you’re guess then?”

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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?

All up to you your work is amazing have a chocolate 🍫 byeeee

This is choco anon i will be back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- I’m just-”

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

Civilian nodded stiffly.

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

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

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

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

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

Civilian went to leave, but Hero grabbed their wrist.

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

“Oh, that’s okay-”

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

Civilian’s stomach dropped.

“Hero!” a voice shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Run,” they mouthed.

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Civilian shook their head.

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

Civilian shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

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

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

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

“What did you do?” Civilian sniffled.

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

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

…

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

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[autocrats-in-love]

Hi! I love your writing style. Can you maybe write a fic about a villain who falls in love with a civilian, and the civilian getting over their initial fear of the villain?

Warming Up To You

Be Warned: Kidnapping

“So, what exactly are you trying to get from this?”

“Would you shut up?”

The civilian’s mouth snapped closed. They were handcuffed to the wall of, all things considered, a pretty nice evil lair. The villain was a few feet in front of them, staring at multiple computer screens as they typed something furiously. A part of the civilian was very scared of the villain.

A bigger part of them was extremely curious.

“It’s just,” the civilian said precariously. “Whoever your hero is, I promise you they don’t know me.”

“Your brother,” the villain said absently.

“What?” the civilian said incredulously. “There’s no way. When would he even have the time? I barely see him anymore--he’s always working.” 

The villain didn’t respond. The civilian was too far away to see the text scrolling on their screens.

“So. . .how long has he been fighting you? Like, I always knew he kept secrets, but this? How could he keep this from me? I can keep secrets.” the civilian said.

The villain let out a frustrated huff and took their fingers off the keyboard. 

“If I answer your questions, will you be quiet?” the villain said. 

“Sure. I mean, I’m also pretty hungry.” the civilian said.

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’ve been here for hours!” 

The villain approached the civilian, crouched down to where they were sitting, and glowered at them.

“I could always gag you and throw you in a dark room. That’ll shut you up.” they said dangerously. 

The civilian swallowed nervously. But then they took a deep breath and grinned.

“I’m good. So, does my brother have any powers?”

The villain frowned. This person was no fun. With a sigh of resignation, The villain sat down.

“Your brother can stop time--so can I. That’s why he fights me, so he can stop me messing up the timeline. It’s really frustrating.” 

The civilian raised an eyebrow. The villain huffed.

“Fine. We’ve been fighting for five years. I’m sure you can piece together how he finds the time with his powers. I’m sure he didn’t tell you to protect you. But it doesn’t matter, I found you anyway because I’m good at my job.”

“Hmm.” the civilian said, leaning against the wall. “Interesting.

“Now, leave me alone.” 

The villain got up and started walking away.

“Wait.”

The villain turned around. The civilian saw them up close above them and knew how afraid they should be. The villain looked strong, imposing, and ready to fight. But being afraid wouldn’t help the civilian. 

“Thanks. This is probably my favourite of all the hostage situations I’ve been in.”

The villain stared at the civilian, puzzled. 

“What?” the civilian asked.

“. . .none of my hostages have ever thanked me before.” the villain said. 

“Wait, other hostages? Who?”

The villain pointedly turned on their heel and kept walking. But the civilian was sure they saw a smile on their captor’s face. It was cute. The civilian felt themselves blush.

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[watercolorfreckles]

It won't let me respond to the ask for some reason. Request from @elf-kid2: "Villain takes Hero's girlfriend, Civilian, hostage. Civilian is angry about YET ANOTHER problem her Ex & his refusal to acknowledge the breakup is causing her!"

"I'm not his girlfriend."

Villain's evil monologue stuttered to a halt. His eyes narrowed, stepping closer to brace a hand against the back of his hostage's chair.

Civilian gave a half-hearted tug at the restraints keeping her in place before reluctantly looking up at him.

"You're not his girlfriend?" Villain repeated. "What do you mean you're not his girlfriend?"

"We broke up. Two months ago," Civilian said, frown curling her face. "He refuses to acknowledge it. The press still publishes mushy lover nonsense about us on the daily and he won't correct them."

"Oh." It came out dumbly, Villain looking the hostage up and down. Strawberry-blonde hair falling over her eyes, she gave a final jerk against the ropes before resigning, leaning back against her seat.

"Can we speed this up a little, I have an appointment at four."

Villain considered her. "He still cares for you."

Civilian snorted. "If that's what we're calling stalker behavior these days."

"That means he'll still come for you when he knows I have you," Villain concluded.

Civilian did not want that.

Hero fighting on her behalf... Strong arms tight around her, lifting her into a showy bridal carry to fly her home in front of the barrage of flashing cameras surely awaiting them...

Civilian cringed, gaze flicking up to Villain again.

"Orrrr... Or, and hear me out... You... Could help me instead."

Villain blinked at her.

"I know, but- Wouldn't you enjoy a change of role, y'know, spice things up?" Civilian continued before he could interject. "He won't listen if I tell him I don't want to go with him. Imagine the look on Hero's face if you 'rescue' me instead of him; If there's public proof that I refuse him. You'd be one-upping Hero in front of the whole world, and hopefully... he'd be embarrassed enough to return my things and stop knocking on my door at all hours."

Villain's head tilted slightly. "If this is some sort of scheme-"

"-I swear. Just make it look like you're protecting me from Hero, and you'll get the reward of watching his public image fall."

"You are a strange hostage," Villain said flatly. "You're job is to scream and look scared, not beg me to publicly rescue you from your ex."

Civilian offered a smile, worn at the edges. "And.... you hopefully find that really cute and endearing. Right?"

Villain sighed, his attention unpicking her like a knot.

His power twitched in the air, an echo of his warring thoughts, or, perhaps, a whisper of what he could to to Civilian should she trick him.

Civilian held her breath.

Villain leaned in close again... and cut her binds. "Alright. This will be fun."

***

Hero crashed through the building, appearing in a chalky haze of dry wall and dust. The impact split the outside wall into a crater nearly a story high.

His eyes burned with fury.

"Release my fiance this instant, you--"

Civilian, unbound and standing freely at Villain's side, sneezed against the onslaught of dust.

Hero's gaze shot to her. Relief flooded his face for a fleeting moment before his eyes narrowed. "Civilian? Are you alright?"

Civilian glanced behind Hero at the forming crowd of pedestrians, cellphones raised high.

"I'm fine," Civilian said. "Villain just wanted to get you here, so we can...talk."

Hero's eyes narrowed and Civilian suddenly felt very small. "Talk," he echoed.

Civilian shifted on the balls of her feet, taking another reassuring look at the growing wall of witnesses on the ground below them. Hero wouldn't do anything to hurt his image with so many people watching. At least, that was what she was counting on.

Civilian opened her mouth to speak and Villain stepped up beside her. He slipped an easy arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against his side.

She fit perfectly there.

"I believe what our darling Civilian is trying to say, is that she doesn't appreciate you, shall we say, ah, overbearing antics since your tragic break-up. I think she'd like you to leave her alone."

Hero's jaw clenched tight. "I think you'd better mind your own business," he hissed, softly enough that the cameras below wouldn't catch it.

"She's moved on, buddy," Villain projected loudly in contrast. "Respect her choice. Isn't that part of your whole morally unblemished thing you've got going on?"

Performative. Glowing. Charming, even.

Civilian's mouth dried.

Hero took a step forward and the concrete cracked under his boot. His voice was a growl. "What have you done to my fiance? You've probably brain washed her! Of course she wants to stay with me, I love her."

"Hm. Is that so, Civilian?" Villain looked down at her.

Her stomach swam with anxiety. "I... No. I don't," she repeated, loud enough for the crowd below.

"Super strength and flight, she's in no position to say no to you." Villain cracked a smile. "But I am."

Villain's ability to manipulate energy rippled through the air, threatening all the potential horrors he could cause.

Hero's attention bore into Civilian, making her want to squirm. "Civilian. This must be a misunderstanding. Come to me, I'll take you home."

He held out a hand. Less of an offer and more of a command.

Cameras clicked beneath them.

Civilian summoned all of her bravery, all while feeling like she might faint. Villain's arm around her, warm and solid, rooted her to reality. "I don't want to be with you anymore, Hero. I've asked for you to accept that, and you haven't. I don't want you to follow me anymore. I'm moving on."

"What, with him?" Hero's murderous glare traced the arm around her shoulders like he wanted to cut it off with his bare teeth.

Civilian flinched. "I--"

Villain's thumb stroked Civilian's collar bone, stopping her short. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

"Isn't it obvious?" Villain drawled. "God, Hero, you really are slow. Do we need to spell it out for you?"

Villain's hands dipped down to Civilians waist, and then he was kissing her.

It struck a match to her nerve endings, and it was all she could do not to collapse to her knees beneath it. She clutched the front of Villain's uniform like he was the only solid land in a storm.

One of Villain's hands rose to gently cup Civilian's chin as he pulled away from the kiss.

Civilian was staring. Villain, however, locked eyes with Hero, daring him to act out in front of the cameras.

Hero snarled, all pretenses gone.

"I'm going to kill you, you--" Hero prowled closer, splintering the floor beneath him.

With a flourish, Villain pulled energy from the air and used it to teleport them away.

They appeared on the grassy open plot beside Civilian's home.

Civilian was still staring.

Villain smiled, devilish and sharp, and even so it warmed her insides. "You're right, that was fun. Call me if you want to do this again."

He winked and disappeared in a crackle of energy, leaving Civilian reeling.

The next day, the story was on every news channel.

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[maybeitsalivescribbles]

The little group of citizens looked at the jack-in-a-box with no little apprehension. They were safely huddled up together on the other side of the room, but the box was shaking and groaning. It wouldn’t hold much longer. They all knew that Villain was inside, but their abilities were... unclear. No one wanted to know more. They nervously glanced at the Hero who'd brought them all together.

"What are we doing here ?" someone asked.

Hero gave them all a kind, reassuring smile.

"You know, there's something I believe deeply", she said, her hand on her heart. "I think all of us are heroes inside."

"What does that mean ?"

Hero kept smiling while putting her hand on the door knob:

"That means, dear citizens...that I'm sure you can deal with Villain all by yourselves ! It will be good for you ! Byyyyye !"

The door closed on her, leaving the citizens frozen with surprise. A key turned into the lock. For a moment, all they could hear was her running away.

“It’ll be all right”, said someone to break the terrified silence.

“Really ? How can you tell ?”

“Well, you've heard her ! We’re all heroes, aren’t we ?”

“No we’re bloody not !” yelped the other one. “I am an accountant, and you work at the post office ! It’s not a hero we need, it’s a locksmith ! Is there one in the room ?”

“Yeah”, said a middle-aged woman, “but I don’t have my tools.”

“Then improvise something, lady ! We’re running out of time !”

The locksmith scratched her head and knelt in front of the lock.

“Does someone have a hairpin or a paper clip ?”

“Yes,” answered a nurse who was on her coffee break, “take it”.

“See ?” asked the accountant. “That’s what real heroes look like to me. Doing the real work for us so we can run the hell out of here.”

“It can’t be that bad,” insisted the postman stubbornly. “A real hero wouldn’t have put us in danger. The box is locked, after all. Maybe it's a test. Maybe she went out to find help.”

“For what, burying our bodies ?”

The box exploded. Confetti flied across the room. Slowly, Villain raised from their former trap.

“Muahaha”, they said in a polite effort to keep the conversation alive.

It didn’t quite work, so they added:

“Beware mortals, for I take the shape of your greatest fear !”

“Calm down,” barked the accountant. “We don’t have the key either. We can’t free -”

He stopped, as he suddenly realized that admitting to the villain that they couldn’t run away was probably not the best idea. Meanwhile, the nurse gasped, having made a realization of her own:

“That’s why we’re a group ! You can’t be the fears of everyone at once!”

“True, but I can take the shape of universal fears. It’s your choice, really.”

To prove their abilities, the Villain shaped themself into an abyss of absolute darkness, the grim reaper, and a very expensive medical bill.

“Aaaaah”, howled the whole group, convinced.

The locksmith, who was in tears after seeing the bill, whispered:

“We have no choice. Someone has to face their fears. It’s the only way to win alive.”

“All right, but who goes first ?”

The postman went first. He tried hard. He tried really hard at every step. “After all, we’re all heroes”, he repeated to himself, until Villain transformed into the brother who raised him saying “I’m disappointed in you.”

He collapsed.

The accountant went second. It is a known fact that most accountants are full of repressed rage. This one was very eager to share it with Villain and, if he may be quoted, “to punch their fucking guts out”. He ran and nearly landed a hit, but Villain dodged and showed him his own body with his insides out, in a sea of blood.

He collapsed.

When the nurse went, she was rather sure of herself. She had a fear of blood but with her job she had it under control. Then the Villain showed her all her patients dying, and she realized she couldn’t erase this fear or that would have made her a monster.

So she collapsed.

Villain stepped towards the locksmith, who during all that time was desperately trying to open the door. It wasn’t that the lock was hard, but her fingers were shaking too much, tears blinded her, and she was huddled in a corner, crying her eyes out.

Villain frowned. They transformed again – and again, and again. They screamed in frustration, then in terror. That didn’t help them.

They exploded.

When all the group regained their consciousness, they demanded an explanation. The locksmith squeaked:

“I didn’t know ! Of course I didn’t know ! But...when I think about it...that makes sense.”

“What makes sense ?”

“I think...I forced them to take too many forms at the same time, and at the end they couldn’t cope.”

“How did you do that ?”

“Oh”, said the nurse, who nodded.

“What ? It’s some kind of special ability ?”

“It depends from the point of view, I suppose.”

“Well, what is it called ?”

“Generalized anxiety.”

*

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[sammysorrowful]

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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[villainsandcivilians]

This is part two of Hero kidnapping and hurting Villain’s civilian! Here’s part one if you’re just tuning in

Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open

**Warnings; injuries, violence, blood (but also it’s hurt/comfort)

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Civilian could feel their body trembling in the strongest wave of relief they could ever remember feeling. Hero froze, their head whipping around to pinpoint the source of the voice. The warehouse lights boomed as they switched off, each in quick succession until the only one remaining was over Civilian’s head. Hero spun on a heel, peering through the encroaching darkness.

“How did you get in here?” A vicious chuckle resounded beneath the steel rafters.

“Darling, you have no idea what I can do. Now if you have time, I’d like to discuss something with you before you leave.” Civilian saw Hero’s chest start to heave, their breaths becoming more panicked.

“Security? Security!”

“Oh no,” Villain purred, “that isn’t going to work. I’m afraid they’ve been… indisposed.” Hero grit their teeth, their brow drawn.

“What have you done to them?”

“What have you done to Civilian?” Hero’s blood ran cold.

“Villain.”

“There you go.”

The final light went out.

Then the screaming started.

Villain must have had some next level tech to be able to see what they were doing, because Civilian couldn’t see a hand in front of their face. They were beyond glad that they didn’t know what was going on. Hero’s voice went from angry and demanding to afraid and hurt in a matter of seconds. Civilian could hear every cry of pain, even though they suspected Villain had moved the fight – fight, that was hardly what was going on right now – away from them. There was a resounding thud, a broken wheeze following, before everything went silent. Civilian looked around fruitlessly, torn between keeping silent and calling out for Villain.

“Sweetheart-”

“Oh my god!” They yelled out of instinct. The voice of their lover had appeared right next to them out of nowhere and their nerves were already in tatters.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’s only me. I’ve got you now, you’ll be alright. We’re going home.”

Villain wasted no time in slicing through the ropes on Civilian’s wrists then hauling them up into their arms, not bothering with the lights as they made their way towards the side door they’d managed to break in through. Civilian hissed as Villain stepped outside, squeezing their eyes shut and burying their face into their partner’s shoulder. Villain murmured quiet reassurances during the walk back to an unmarked black van parked around the corner. They got into the back and situated Civilian next to them, then banged a fist on the divider to tell the driver to leave.

Civilian kept their eyes shut on the drive back to Villain’s headquarters. They felt safe and protected in Villain’s strong embrace and for the first time that day, they allowed themselves to relax. Villain’s hand rubbed a steady, gentle pattern over Civilian’s back, their chin resting on top of their partner’s head and occasionally leaving soft kisses on their hair. Villain indulged themselves for a moment, allowing their eyes to close just temporarily so they could breathe in Civilian’s sent and know that they were here, safe. The murderous rage they had directed towards Hero was still roiling beneath their skin, but they were able to push it down – Civilian needed them more right now.

When they arrived back at Villain’s base, Villain simply scooped Civilian back into their arms to carry them inside. Civilian leaned back far enough to see Villain’s face for the first time since they had been reunited, and Villain’s rage was stoked once more at the sight. Their sharp gaze locked onto Civilian’s bloody face, the unnatural angle of their nose and the way their brows were lightly furrowed as if they had a headache. It was an effort not to snarl. Civilian’s eyes widened.

“Villain, I’m so sorry!” Sorry? What could they possibly be apologising for- “I’ve got blood all over your shirt!” Villain blinked once. Twice. Then glanced down at their white dress shirt, which was stained irrefutably red.

“Why would you think that matters to me?” They asked softly. “You’re hurt; that’s what matters. I have hundreds of shirts, and I can easily get more if I want to.” Civilian swallowed, suddenly looking close to tears. “Hey,” Villain murmured, “you’re alright now, you’re with me. I’ve got you. I’m so sorry – I won’t let anything like this happen to you again, I swear.” Civilian sniffled, moving to wrap their arms around Villain’s neck and press a kiss to their cheek.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault.”

Little was said after that. Villain took Civilian to their private quarters and then their lavish bathroom, setting them gently down on a counter and getting to work on their injuries. They gave a sigh of relief when it turned out Civilian’s ribs were bruised and not broken, though the same couldn’t be said for their nose. Hero was lucky Villain had left them breathing. They kept that thought to themselves though, not wanting to upset Civilian any further.

Once Civilian’s nose was set to the best of Villain’s ability and their other more minor injuries were seen to as well, Villain insisted on carrying Civilian into the lounge so that they could rest. Civilian ended up half sprawled across Villain, their arms entangled and Civilian fast asleep. Villain was careful to stay awake, just to make sure that nothing happened to Civilian. They would never have to go through an ordeal like that again, Villain decided in that moment, not as long as Villain lived.

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[lesbianwriter]

Story idea: civilian draws villain because they have some unique feature (like wings, horns, or special markings) and the villain breaks into her house to pose for a flustered civilian.

“Dont you think I’m pretty?” Villain tilted her head, her eyes gleaming as she smirked. “…well, darling?”

“I—I mean…” Civilian pulled the covers tighter over her body, the thin sheets ruffling. “Not…not that you’re not pretty—you’re more than pretty—but…you shouldn’t be here. You need to go.” She babbled as the heat rose in her face.

Those wings.

Something about them we’re so perfect. She could see the stroke of her pencil trying to replicate the beauty in each feather, in every flutter and and oh-so inhumanly perfect detail, how the shimmering wings ruffled and twitched. Civilian could drown in her daydreams of drawing Villain, but Villain was dangerous. Everybody who could access the news knew it.

Villain scoffed, then stepped closer. “I’ve noticed you, trying to sketch me from a distance. Wouldn’t it be so much easier if I came and posed for you?” She flashed a teasing pout. “You need money, don’t you? You could probably sell the portrait for a lot of money. Don’t be just another starving artist, Civilian.”

Her eyes flitted around the room, at the cracks in the walls and creaky floorboards.

Civilian’s cheeks were on fire—Villain was in her room, practically demanding to be drawn—and even though it was dangerous beyond all belief to mess with forces such as Villain, Civilian did need the money, and Villain had made a good point about the money that selling it would reap.

What would be the harm of having Villain be her muse?

“I, uh…”

“Shh. You don’t need to talk, darling. Just draw. You’re very good at it.”

Nervously, Civilian swallowed the lump in her throat and reached for her sketch pad and pencil on the nightstand. It seemed inadequate to Civilian, as she looked down at her cheap, dingy supplies. Villain was a masterpiece. Someone like her deserved to be carved from the finest marble, to be painted in only the richest paints; Villain was a beauty who would’ve had statues and altars designed in her honor—people would throw themselves at her lap, sick dogs to rotten meat, offering their grandest items to her and her glory.

Civilian had the remainders of some pastels, a pencil and her sketchbook filled with half-drawn sketches of anatomy.

Her face was a forest fire when she looked back up at Villain, who was peering at her with a faint smirk.

“I…is there…anything specific you want me to draw?” Nervously, Civilian swallowed and sat up a little straighter.

Villain hummed. “Be creative. Surprise me.”

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Her hands trembling, Civilian presented her sketch to Villain.

The villain’s eyes took in the sketch slowly. All the shaky lines, the eraser smudges and the detailed strokes of her feathers. She smiled, then took the sketch from Civilian’s hands and looked at it even closer, if such a thing was possible.

“Magnificent, as expected.” Villain commented appraisingly, then her eyes drifted to Civilian. “You know, I know a spot with an amazing view that could be the background. I’ll take you there later.”

“I…huh?” Somehow, Civilian’s brain went deeper into overdrive.

Since when did she go places with a villain? Why did the idea make her heart pound, and not just from fear?

“I’ll be careful not to drop you.” The winged villain sing-songed before she disappeared out the same window she had broken into the apartment with.

Civilian stared at the window, her jaw agape.

Whatever Villain’s insistence on this drawing was, it seemed that she wasn’t going to be easing up about it anytime soon.

She was sinking on the quicksand, yet her mind couldn’t stop conjuring images of Villain and all the ways her hands itched to draw her.

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[theoawilde]

Prompt #15

"On my God. You saved my life!" Civilian beamed, hugging Villain, who stood stiffly, shocked. "You're really not that bad! I'm going to tell everyone and clear your name."

"Oh-wait!" Villain called after them, raising a gloved hand.

It was too late, Civilian had vanished.

Villain groaned, massaging his temples. "Oh, the guys are going to give me so much flak for this."

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[automeris-io-moth]

Short #1

“Oh my,” Civilian heard in the distance, a fog blurring their sight, and the unshakable feeling of exhaustion confusing their head “poor little thing, left for dead.” 

The figure approached, kneeling in the ground beside them, softly grabbing their head with both their hands, guiding it upwards, towards them, stroking their sweaty hair, wet with something sticky, something dark and too agitating to think about at that time and place. 

A weave of nausea quickly catched up, forcing Civilian to react, moving in a quick motion their head to the side, throwing up all over the floor beside them and the stranger handling them with so much care. 

“Oh love, that can’t be good,” the figure continued, pulling them close once again, a handkerchief cleaning the corners of their mouth with light taps “what do you say I take you home? I can make it all better, I bet that you’re feeling quite uncomfortable right now.” 

Civilian nodded absentmindedly, only half processing what they were agreeing to, immediate relief from their pain and turmoil coming right before self preservation. Vampire related incidents were on the rise in the city, it was an open secret. 

The stranger smiled warmly. 

“I’m glad,” they said, twisting the young person in their arms to carry them comfortably to the elegant white car waiting for them, door opened, man waiting beside it “you’re gonna be the perfect example for Hero, he needs to learn how dangerous they are when rejecting their sires help, they must not have even realised they left you there dying.” 

The stranger sighed, getting them inside the car, resting Civilian’s head over their lap, not caring for the blood and grime staining their pants and car seats. 

“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I’ll take care of you until they are capable, even if that takes a couple decades.” 

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