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arealphrooblem · 1 year

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Mutually Assured Destruction Pt 2

THANK YOU SO MUCH to the huge response to this, I never expected that being so new to this circle of writers. I squealed at every like and reblog and comment.

Synopsis: 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.

Part 1 here. Tagging @heroes-villains-side-blog and @follow-me-into-the-fog

The taqueria was dimly lit with Formica tables and brightly colored murals of vaguely Mexican landscapes, which meant the tacos were obscenely good.

Civilian tried hard not to be grateful as they bit into their taco as delicately as they could, their fingers stained with the mess of the previous taco. Jonathan’s tacos, on the other hand, had remarkable structural integrity and did not break once.

“How are you doing that?” they blurted out.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow as he dotted away taco grease with his napkin. “Doing what?”

“Your tacos don’t fall apart. How?”

“Perhaps that’s my power.” He smirked.

Civilian rolled their eyes, trying not to let the spike in their heart rate show on their face. So caught up in the surrealness of a dinner date, they had almost forgotten just what a precarious position they were in.

In fact, despite the blatant coercion to be here, this did not rank as the worst date Civilian ever had. Not even in the top ten. Jonathan paid for dinner, fetched napkins and extra beer, and allowed Civilian the space to quietly freak out while he ate in contented silence.

“I’ve never had a taco shell that didn’t break in my entire life, so I almost believe you.”

He gives them that same calculating stare he did in the elevator. “You’re not curious about what I can do?”

“No.” (A lie).

“Really? Not even a little?”

“I think knowing would make it worse.” (The truth).

Just knowing his aura has garnered too much attention as it was.

He smirked. “Afraid if you knew, I’d never let you go?”

Hearing their deepest fear voiced aloud caused a dizzy swoop in their gut. It wasn’t just Jonathan Civilian had to worry about. If anyone knew their true power, they would be a target to the Agency, to other villains, to the government. They could kiss their freedom goodbye.

Being “courted” by Jonathan was the least of their worries, and yet it meant the the threat of their freedom as a constant presence. If there was a chance Civilian could talk their way out of this arrangement, they had to take it.

Civilian swallowed. “You’re not actually serious about this, right? This fake dating thing?”

“Of course I’m serious.” He leaned forward across the table and Civilian unconsciously mirrored him. “I have certain plans in place. You are the one person who could disrupt them.”

“The last thing I want is to get involved with whatever the hell it is you’re doing,” Civilian hissed. “I’m not a hero.”

“There’s no way I can know right now that with any certainty. And so, until I do, you will have a very dedicated and considerate partner.”

Civilian bit back a groan as they imagined the kind of gossip this sudden relationship would inspire, especially since Civilian tried so hard to avoid Jonathan before. Wait a second . . .

“HR doesn’t allow workplace relationships,” they said triumphantly. “They would fire us.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he found Civilian’s protests amusing. “That rule only bans relationships between superiors and the people that work under them. It doesn’t apply to us. Don’t worry, I will file our relationship with HR tomorrow morning since tonight marks our first date.”

Shit damn fuck. Civilian could protest the relationship or they could report Jonathan to HR for stalking or harassment but that only puts a target on Civilian’s back for his retaliation. He could kill them or worse -- report them.

Mutually assured destruction.

Jonathan drains the rest of his beer before nodding to Civilian’s unfinished food.

“Let me get you a to-go box and we shall be on our way, then?”

He drove them back to the parking garage at work and walked Civilian to their car. Civilian wasted no time getting their keys out, gripped by the sudden fear that perhaps Jonathan would reconsider letting them walk free.

And indeed when his hand darted out and gripped their door before it could shut, Civilian’s heart leaped in their throat.

“You’re going to leave before our goodnight kiss?” he asked, his gaze expectant and serious.

“What?” Civilian choked.

He held that stare for a moment before an evil smirk broke across his face.

“The look on your face. I should be insulted at how abhorrent the thought is to you. Goodnight, Civilian. I will see you in the morning.”

A threat and a promise.

Civilian feels the weight of his stare all the way out to the streets.

Part Three Here

#my writing #not a prompt #mutually assured destruction #civilian x villain #villain x civilian #hero x villian #villain x hero #now with fake dating!

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bajingoarts · 2 months

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"Hello Locke..."

Based on this ship meme I saw on twitter. @suzie-guru and my ocs from our WIP comic.

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pendarling · 10 months

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Remember Last Night

Hero stretched out their tired limbs after the sound of a passing garbage truck woke them up. Their eyes adjusted to the light rays melting into the room and a stir of their blankets around them was met with an unexpected guest. Beside them in bed laid a stranger. Their back was turned and they breathed quietly, almost too subtly for them to notice had they not felt the sheets move.

Hero shot up and looked around lost in thought, they didn’t recall having ever brought anyone home or even being bold enough to think about it. Yet, this stranger seemed oddly familiar. Their eyebrows raised as they took a closer second look at the features of an upturned jawline and a mess of hair that reminded them of… Villain.

But that couldn’t be right, could it? Their head pondered on what exactly occurred the night before and immediately a hand rose to their exposed chest. A heavy blush formed around their cheeks and at last, Hero picked up on the severity of their situation.

As calmly as they could, Hero stepped out of bed, painfully wincing at the sound of low creaking from the bed and the floorboards beneath them. They quickly hopped around on their toes in search for whatever remnants of clothes they could find.

Some were sprawled up against the lamp or on the couch, while others were tossed on higher locations, but nonetheless their eyes remained focused on tending to themselves.

Hero forced their attention away from Villain to stop the creeping sense of unbearable guilty attraction. The urge to take a glance to double-check it was all real, but they knew that was an excuse to deliberately satisfy their hunger to simply stare with awe.

With sore hips and an empty memory, Hero decided it was best to leave for about an hour or two before Villain woke up. That way they didn’t have to confront them and even more so they would leave on their own. Never to mention any of this again and hopefully forget one day.

But, the universe seemed to have planned something else for them. As Hero search for their keys the loud yawn of the other waking up caught them off guard. Their body stilled and turned to look at Villain rise from bed, their eyes meeting in a silent conversation which led to an awkward discussion.

“Good morning…” Hero shyly spoke, still risking if they should go.

Villain rubbed their eyes and let their thoughts wander for a bit before replying the same back to them.

Well, there was no way out of this now. They would have to put up with whatever they were given and pray for a change of heart. If Villain didn’t already hate them that is, otherwise they’d be doomed.

With little left to hide, Villain casually stood from the bed. Hero frantically turned around to face away from what they knew would have stopped their heart right then and there.

The sound of Villain’s footsteps entering the bathroom was what finally put them at ease and let out a breath. “How could I do this to myself?” They whispered with a hint of confusion. No matter how hard they tried to recollect any details of last night, nothing came about. They wondered if Villain’s natural reaction without any panic meant that they knew what was going on. If so, they’d need to get the information out of them without looking totally lost.

Hero wasn’t sure if they were going to be used or fed false memories so it was best to seem collected. For now, all Hero knew was that they definitely weren’t getting drunk last night because they weren’t currently experiencing any hangovers. It didn’t mean it was any better though because it meant that when they chose to share the same bed with their enemy, they were in fact, fully aware and present in making their decisions.

They sat at the kitchen table after preparing breakfast. Their eyes hiding their own distress.

Villain had finally exited from the bathroom and strode into the kitchen, still seemingly acting normal.

“Oh, what’s this?” They sat down and stared at the meal in front of them, “you’ve decided to make breakfast for a change?” They laughed and picked up a spoon.

Change? Was this a ritual that they did often or… they never made breakfast for more than one person before so this would be their first time.

With the way their nemesis was acting though, it made it seem like they were giving them a hint at what the entire picture may be. Though this wasn’t the sort of hint Hero was looking for.

With their brows furrowed, and still trying to connect the dots, Hero took a look around the home.

It looked like their house and the layout was all the same, but there were a few parts to it they couldn’t recognize. Whatever it was, they were sure to figure it all out by the time they got just the slightest of clues.

Ideally, they would’ve preferred if Villain would just hurry up and tell them what sort of witchcraft they might’ve used to get Hero to climb into bed with them so easily, but this was reality. And Villain was known for their strange mind games as a favourite tactic.

They ate silently, Hero catching the easy stance of their enemy but they didn’t even bother to pass them a skeptical look. They looked almost too comfortable with being around Hero, like they’ve done this one too many times.

Their head turned to face the clock, it was noon.

Villain stood up and thanked them for the breakfast, “I’m gonna be back by 10 tonight. I’ll probably call a little before that.” They watched Villain set their dishes into the sink and take a glass of water before continuing, “So don’t bother waiting for me.”

“Oh.”

Their clouded gaze met Villain’s again. Were they missing something? It felt like there was a part of Hero that had went on a vacation and left them in their place. The growing unfamiliarity made them worried. How could Villain act so nonchalantly?

The other had finally caught on to their expression and tapped a finger to the counter slowly deciphering their face. “What’s wrong?”

Everything, or that’s what they wanted to say, but how would that turn out?

Villain noticed their extended silence and walked their way, they pushed a chair close and leaned over. Hero flinched the second their forehead met. A reaction that apparently didn’t sit well with Villain at all. “Does your head still hurt?”

They licked their lips and shook their head. Hero didn’t know if they ever notified Villain of any of their health or wellbeing if anything it would be stupid to do just that.

“I’m not…” they trailed off.

“Hero, you don’t look too happy. What’s the matter?” They pushed.

It wasn’t going to help them to keep quiet any longer, so they figured they might as well give in with all the concern they’ve received. “I can’t… remember last night.” They murmured feeling the warmth spread across their face already. Their longtime enemy however didn’t mirror that response and it made them anxious all over again.

“What do you mean?” They asked.

Hero swallowed and looked for a better way to clarify, but there really wasn’t any other way to put it. “I just can’t remember.”

“What about the medicine I gave you? Did your headache at least go away?”

“What headache?” With the way the conversation kept continuing Hero was slowly becoming convinced that it wasn’t just last night they were forgetting.

Villain leaned back into their chair and watched the scene unfold in front of them, “Do you at least remember our anniversary, honey?” They gave them an opportunity to let the question sink in, but to Villain’s surprise Hero turn to them with an unusual response.

“What anniversary?”

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#hero x villian #writing prompt #writing #wriblr #writeblur #pining prompts #unrequited romance #romance tropes #memory loss trope #amnesia trope #romance trope #fluff prompt #prompts #villain x hero #villainxhero

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chaotic-orphan · 4 months

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Cocky Hero to the Rescue

Hero went crashing through the door, a grin splitting their face when they saw their Villain. Although their Villain wasn’t how they usually were.

No.

They were tied to a chair.

A gag in their pretty mouth.

The urgency in Villain’s eyes and the sudden jerking struggle in their restraints was the only warning Hero had before something hit them from the side. Hero saw a flash of white behind their eyes, before another strike sent them to the ground their ears ringing.

Villain crying out the only sound Hero cared about. Hero had barely got their arms under them before a kick to their stomach had them rolling onto their back with a groan.

“I told you villain, didn’t I tell you?” Supervillain’s voice came into focus, as Hero heard the door close and the distinct sound of it locking. “I told you Hero is too arrogant and always forgets check their blind spots.”

“Nice to see you too, Supervillain,” Hero said moving to get up, only for Supervillain to place a boot on Hero’s chest. Not applying any pressure but just showing a clear warning that they could.

Hero grabbed Supervillain’s ankle with their right hand. Just before they could push it off their chest, Supervillain smacked Hero’s hand with their weighted baton. Hero hissed and pulled their hand back protectively, while Supervillain leaned a little weight on Hero’s chest. Just enough for them to feel it.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Supervillain said with a pleasant smile. “Be a dear and stay down, would you?”

“Normally I would, but Villain and I have a date and you seem to have invited yourself. Now I’m not saying you’re ugly Supervillain, but—” before Hero could finish the sentence Supervillain swung the baton down hard. It hit Hero’s jaw so hard it whipped their head to the side so they were facing Villain, tears springing to their eyes.

Supervillain tsked, moving the baton to Hero’s throat and pressing down. Supervillain kept just enough pressure on it so Hero was forced to yield and stay motionless on the floor. Their hand and jaw still stinging with the smack like a warning.

Supervillain liked control. They liked being in control of every situation. It all had to go Supervillain’s way. They enjoyed having Hero below them docile and Villain tied up and gagged in the room witnessing Supervillain’s exertion of control, of their power.

“You and Villain,” Supervillain repeated. Hero still hadn’t turned to face Supervillain after the baton struck their cheek. Instead they kept their eyes on Villain, their Villain still tied up and gagged on a chair. It was their expression that kept Hero’s gaze though, their furrowed brows and wide panicked eyes and their helpless struggles.

A sudden, merciless strike to the face had Hero’s attention back on Supervillain. Their face burning with the power behind the metal strike as they let out a sharp cry. They moved under Supervillain but the baton was back on their throat and they yielded when Supervillain spoke again.

“Oh, i know all about your little scheming. You must forgive Villain,” Supervillain drawled coldly, their gaze going to their subordinate who shrunk back in their chair. “They do like to get a bit too carried away with their food. A lesson I hope you can help me rectify today.”

Before Hero could ask what Supervillain meant Supervillain’s arm swung back and slammed the baton down on Hero’s windpipe. Hero jerked up, gasping and choking and involuntary response. They had barely wheezed out their first breath before the baton swung down again on Hero’s cheek, then nose with a crunch before a foot slammed down on Hero’s chest.

They thought they were going to die. That Supervillain wouldn’t stop. Something hard slammed into the side of Hero’s ribs. They didn’t think they just rolled trying to get away, but a knee slammed onto their spine and hands were grabbing Hero’s wrists and they were choking on blood and breathlessness that they didn’t even realise what Supervillain was doing.

The familiar clack of power dampening cuffs made Hero’s blood run cold and soon they were struggling against the knee, trying to pull their hands forward and twist away from Supervillain. Hero got their free hand under them and pushed up with all their might trying to somehow shake Supervillain off them but it was useless.

Supervillain just twisted Hero’s cuffed hand up their back more and Hero cried out, trying to buck Supervillain off them. Supervillain was patient and just pushed their arm up further unrelenting. All Hero had managed to do was tire themselves out more than help themselves and they eventually went still.

“Supervillain wait—” Hero pleaded, their voice breaking but it was too late. The final click sealed their fate and Hero felt empty with the familiar buzz of power through their veins.

They were too weak to fight Supervillain off and now they were finished.

Weak.

Vulnerable.

Exactly how Supervillain liked their victims.

“Now, now Hero. Don’t worry, it’s just a precaution,” Supervillain said sickly sweet. Supervillain grabbed the chain of the cuffs on Hero’s wrists back until Hero was slumped into a kneeling position on the floor. They patted Hero on the head before walking around to Hero’s front and grinned at the pair of Hero and Villain, tied up and powerless.

Hero struggled futilely against the cuffs, glaring up at Supervillain. All traces of humour gone from their face.

“I do love it when you just accept your fate, so resolute. So heroic,” Supervillain cooed down at the Hero, but Hero didn’t care. They were too focused on Villain at their side, who was looking back at them.

“Oh Villain! How silly of me I forgot you couldn’t talk,” Supervillain said, voice full of mirth now that they had the pairs full attention on them They were by Villain’s side in two short strides, ripping the tape off their mouth.

“Fuck you,” Villain croaked, voice hoarse and it nearly pained Hero to hear them sound so defeated. How long did Supervillain have them locked up like this? Hero should have known, should have got here sooner.

As if reading Hero’s mind the villain shot them a sad smile, “don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“Yes, Villain. Well said. Hero of all people deserve your respect and sympathy and sorry’s don’t they?”

Before Villain could respond, Supervillain had gripped their cheeks with one hand pressing them in painfully and with so much force the chair Villain was tied to rocked back only held up by Supervillain’s strong hold.

“Not the person who dragged you in off the street, fed you, raised you, taught you everything they know?”

“Let them go!” Hero yelled, one leg under them lunging up only to be slammed down to the floor by invisible hands, their bound hands pressing awkwardly against their back.

“Heroes should be seen and not heard,” Supervillain sneered bringing a finger to their lips at Hero. Hero opened their mouth for another retort when the invisible hands slammed down on their mouth muffling their cries as the hands hold increased to be bruising. Hero whimpered in pain, trying to shift their weight but settled down quiet after a moment. Settling on glaring at Supervillain.

“Leave them alone, Supervillain! They’ve nothing to do with this it’s between me and you!”

“Oh I disagree, Villain. They are the entire cause of your disobedience, here let me prove it to you. Other Villain!” Supervillain called, stepping away from Villain but not taking their eyes off them.

The sound of the door unlocking caught Hero’s attention, and Villain watched with baited breath as their nemesis walked into the room, grinning ear from ear.

“Hi Villain,” Other Villain with their usual smirk on their face and stupid condescending tone. Just seeing Other Villain made Villain’s blood boil.

“What, you want me to be like them?” Villain demanded, unable to stop the hurt colouring their voice. “I thought you said diversity is what gives us strength.”

“It does,” Supervillain mused, “but your heart seems to be too lenient with this stupid hero. It’s time you learned getting over them. Other Villain.”

“With pleasure,” Other Villain preened and stalked over to hero.

Villain sat forward in their seat instinctively as Other Villain grabbed Hero by the hair and yanked them up, the invisible arms keeping Hero subdued disappearing.

“Ah, Other Villain. You look radiant as—” before Hero could get another word out Other Villain slammed their chin against their knee. Villain tensed in their chair, but didn’t react as best they could. It’s fine. They were fine.

“I felt that one,” Hero said shortly after giving Villain something to be glad about. Hero’s inability to just shut up. “Do it again.”

Other Villain grinned. “With pleasure,” before they took their fist and beat it down on Hero’s face repeatedly. After the fourth or fifth punch Other Villain made a show of picking a slumped Hero off the ground just to punch them down again.

When the bruise started shining on Hero’s cheekbone and they smiled with a split lip, Villain leaned forward and said, “Hero enough.”

Hero didn’t even look at them. They kept their eyes on Other Villain. “Do you worst. It’s only a fair fight cause I got these cuffs on,” and hero spat blood on other villains shoes to add insult to injury.

“I can’t kill ‘em?” Other Villain asked.

Supervillain kept their eyes on Villain. “No killing. Everything up to killing is allowed.”

“In that case, I got a lil gift for you hero. Something to remember me by.”

“A gift?” Hero cooed, “you shouldn’t have. I didn’t even get you anything.”

“Oh trust me, this will do just fine.”

Other Villain pulled a pocket knife from their belt and villain straightened. They knew how much Other Villain sharpened those blades. Within an edge of deadly at the slightest brush.

“Wait, okay. Supervillain you proved your point okay? I got it. I won’t talk to hero anymore I promise okay?”

Villain could feel Hero’s eyes on them, but they were staring into Supervillain’s trying to use any of the humanity they had left.

“You learned your lesson?” Supervillain asked, holding a hand up to stop Other Villain.

“Yes. I did. I swear, okay? I won’t talk to hero again. I’ll cut off all contact, I promise.”

Supervillain stared hard at them for a moment. A long moment of silence stretched between them before the Supervillain dropped their hand with a sigh.

“You need to learn why, Villain. Right now you’re pleading for no lasting damage to be done for your hero because you care about them. But I know one thing that will keep you away from the likes of them,” Supervillain said softly. So softly Villain was nearly stunned by the gentleness their voice took on.

Supervillain placed a large hand on Villain’s cheek as they leaned down to be eye level with them, like how they used to talk to them when they were a child and needed to learn the hard way.

“And that’s through guilt.”

“Wait, no Other Villain— WAIT!”

Hero even looked abashed by the introduction of the blade and when Other Villain made the first cut through hero’s left eyebrow hero screamed. Other Villain heightening the pain with every brush of the blade along Hero’s face.

Villain was struggling so hard against the metal keeping him to the chair because he couldn’t just sit and watch helpless as Other Villain mutilated Hero in front of them. Eventually the chair stopped moving even as they struggled frantically and Villain only had to look at Supervillain’s hands to see the reason.

Hero tried to flash Villain a debonair smile, but Other Villain’s body blocked their small comfort to Villain.

“Supervillain please, you made your point. Let them go,” Villain cried as Hero passed out from the pain. Their limp body didn’t hit the floor however as supervillain held hero up by his invisible little puppet strings and other villain stood back to admire their sadistic work.

“It’s missing something,” they remarked. A cruel smile lit up their face and they said: “a signature.”

“No! Wait! Other Villain WAIT! Please!” Villain screamed, struggles renewed but all they could do was watch.

Other Villain lifted Hero’s hand and on the back of it they carved their initials deep and thick.

Villains voice was raw by the time Supervillain let Hero slump to the ground. Other Villain turned around, and with a nod from Supervillain cut the ropes holding Villain to the chair.

Villain got to their feet immediately and went to help Hero but Supervillain stepped into their path.

Towering.

Dark.

Unforgiving.

“If I hear you talk to or help Hero in anyway again Villain, I won’t keep Other Villain at bay.” Villain glared up at Supervillain, nostrils flaring in anger, and tried to sidestep them but Supervillain matched their stride. “Unless you want a dead Hero on your conscience, Villain, that order starts now.”

Supervillain nodded at Other Villain who grabbed Villain by the upper arm and dragged them to the door. Villain shrugged them off before they walked out the door, looking over their shoulder at the bloody slumped figure of Hero.

I’m sorry Hero, they thought, guilt cracking through their bones like lightning.

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whumpers-inc · 2 years

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“Please, I'm begging you-”

“Are you?” Villian drawled, clearly bored. “If you were doing it properly, you’d be on your knees.”

Hero blinked, calculating the loss of pride, before falling deliberately, one leg at a time, to their knees. They took a deep breath and began again. “I’m begging-”

Villain’s eyes danced with humour. “You’d also address me with a properly respectful title.”

Hero bit their tongue between gritted teeth. “Sir.”

“Much better,” Villain smirked. “You were saying?”

Clenched jaw, Hero glowered at the ground. “Sir, if the death ray isn’t turned off, lot of innocent people will die. Please cut the power.”

The villain reached one languid finger under Hero’s chin, tilting it upward.

“You’re so pretty on your knees, I’m gonna say no just to hear you beg again.”

#hero x villian #hero x villain #heroxvillain #hero villain prompt #forced to kneel #forced to beg

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automeris-io-moth · 1 year

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You literally just posted it but I love Wrong Place Wrong Time! Could we possibly get a part 2 whenever you get the chance?

Wrong Place Wrong Time Pt.2

Part one

“We can’t keep them here, Hero.”

A whispered quarrel could Civilian distinguish at the end of the hall, guided first by the warm light filtering through the thin crack of a door left not quite closed, they arrived at what seemed to be the entrance to an office.

They could not tell if it was the drowsiness still clinging to their head, hazy eyes and clumsy movements left behind by whatever there was in the pills Villain disguised as pain killers, which, even if they fulfilled quite well their purpose, letting Civilian hardly feel the injure in their right leg, they had knocked them out as well.

It was hard to tell where they were, the small glimpse they could get from the outside of the room they had woken up in indicated somewhere in the mountains, away from any city for no light could be seen from there, and no sound other than the owls and crickets.

Hero’s house, they remembered, though that looked nothing like the penthouse up-town the paparazzis frequented.

Civilian swallowed, giving a step towards the staircase, balancing themselves with the wall.

A painting fell, the crash echoing throughout the hallway,

They hardly heard it, foggy mind barely processing their surroundings, focused only on going down the endless flight of stairs.

Civilian did not hear the crash of a flower pot resting on the stair railing, they did not see the light emanating from a door which was previously closed, they did not hear the calls of their name nor did they hear the steps going down to reach them.

They did feel the hands grabbing them from under their arms, pulling them up before they could fall.

“Look at the mess they made, love, your Civilian is quite a troublesome one,” Hero commented, looking at Villain with a smirk, watching them help the other in their arms right back up the stairs.

“If you didn’t wanna deal with them, you shouldn’t have brought them here,” Villain answered, before turning their head to Civilian, whispering something to them in their panicking stance, grabbing them carefully by their back, cradling their cheek “You quite literally kidnapped a common citizen.”

“If you hadn't being so careless maybe it wouldn’t have come to this,” the Hero replied “but you held your little crush so high you couldn’t hide your identity from them, I won’t allow my image to be destroyed by a nosy civilian who couldn't just mind their own business!”

Villain stayed silent at the rising voice of the Hero, feeling the heartbeat of the person in the arms rising for they could not understand what they were saying, yet very well feel the anger seeping from Hero’s mouth.

They cleared their throat, taking Civilian’s shivering form closer to their chest.

“I have accepted the fact that I will never be what you need, that you will never show me off in public, you will never take me out to dinner, you will flirt with whoever crosses your path, and I can live with that, it’s what we agreed on after all,” Villain said, voice shaking ever so slightly, unnoticeable for whoever who was not aware of it already “but I have the right too, as per your own stipulations, to find someone who won’t be ashamed to have me.”

They took a shaky breath in.

“You look ridiculous with this jealousy scene, it doesn't fit you. And you’re right, I wasn’t careful enough, that is on me, but I could have handled it, you made the situation much worse.”

“I was protecting myself.”

“Of course you were,” they answered “you know, I truly don’t care. I love you, Hero, but I love Civilian just the same. Tell me now if you’re gonna be any threat to their safety and I will take them and myself far from here.”

Hero looked at them in silence.

“I won’t be,” they finally answered.

“Good, have a good night Hero.”

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I'm thinking about making this a Hero x Civilian x Villain, idk, for now I'm glad I could update it, I had the request for a part two for quite a while, I'm sorry it took so long, exam week(s) were pretty rough.

Hoe you liked it tho!

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starry-night-author · 10 months

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June of Doom Masterpost

I thought I'd better organize all of them like how everything's organized on my main masterpost..... so here!!!

June of Doom Prompt List

Hero & Villain

Fluff/Wholesome

Day 18, Day 22

Angst/Whump

Day 2, Day 3, Day 9, Day 10, Day 12, Day 13, Day 16, Day 24, Day 25, Day 26, Day 27, Day 29

Superhero & Supervillain

Fluff/Wholesome

Day 7 (Supervillain x Villain), Day 11 (Villain x Supervillain), Day 14, Day 21 (Hero (Villain) x Superhero)

Angst/Whump

Day 4 (Hero x Supervillain), Day 6, Day 15, Day 19, Day 20, Day 28 (Villain x Supervillain), Day 30

Poly :3

Fluff/Wholesome

Day 23 (Hero x Villain x Supervillain)

Sidekicks

Angst/Whump

Day 5, Day 17,

x Monster

Angst/Whump

Day 1

#hero x villian #villain x hero #juneofdoom

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a-silly-scientist · 11 months

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I love hero x villian

only when it is done right.

Im like the fucking Gordon Ramsay of hero x villian

If i notice even a tinge of toxicity(and no i am NOT talking about character flaws those are extremely important too) or, heaven forbid, romanticized abuse in your work

you better be prepared to sit down because my psychology obsessed ass will not let you sleep until you know every single thing you've done wrong

beware

#please dont be scared of me i promise im a lovely person i just REALLY cant handle another post thats literally just sugar coated abuse #writing #unpopular take #probably #psychology #villian x hero #opinion #hero x villian

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questioningwriter · 9 months

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(Hey! I've missed a lot of post deadlines. But I'm going to post something as soon as possible. Hopefully I can get on a schedule that I can keep.)

I've been reading hero/villain stuff recently, and am obsessed with possesive hero, and flustered villain. This is the result.

Discovery

TW: contemplation/acceptance of imminent death(NOT SUICIDAL)l,

"What the hell is taking them so long?" Villain paced in front of their doomsday weapon, cape flowing dramatically out behind them. "I could have used the machine ten times already in this wait! What could possibly be taking them this long?"

"You're being dramatic." Henchman called from behind the machine, from where they stood with the rest of the crew. "They'll be here soon."

There were crashes, then five familiar faces landed in front of Villain. The hero team. They were finally here.

"Took you long enough." Villain drawled, pulling out their tablet. "Hero Team, I'd like to introduce you to your doom." Villain gestured to their machine. "This is a machine that is designed to seek out everyone you love and care about and obliterate them, and then destroy you." Villain types something into their tablet. "Why don't we start with you, Hero?"

With a press of a button on their gauntlet, Villain triggered the robots to keep the heroes busy while they imputed Hero's name into the tablet. The machine began to hum as it's power-up sequence began. "It's working." Villain gloated as the barrel of the machine began to move. "Hero, say goodbye to all those you love-"

The barrel of the gun swung around and smacked Villain in the face, cutting them off and knocking them to the ground. The tablet skidded out of reach as Villain landed on their ass on the ground. Then the barrel of the weapon swung around to point at them.

Villain couldn't do anything but stare down the barrel of their own machine in shock and confusion. They could see the inner barrel starting to glow as the machine prepared to fire. I'm going to die, they thought.

A hand grabbed the back of their cape and dragged them out of the way just as the machine fired, the bolt of energy missing them by centimeters. Villain screamed, covering their face as fragments of rock plummeted them from the explosion.

"Are you okay?" Hero's voice rang in their ear. Villain turned to stare at the other in confusion.

"You." They pointed at Hero. "Love me." They point to themselves. "Me. Your enemy."

"Shut up." Hero muttered. "Just shut up."

"You know what, no." Villain snapped, growing angry. "I'm not going to shut up. I want to know if you really love me, of if my machine is broken."

"You're machine is broken." Hero picked up the tablet and began pressing random buttons on it. "How exactly does this thing work?"

"My machine is not broken." Villain grabbed for the tablet. "Give me the tablet."

"No, fuck you." Hero slapped their hands away, then pressed a button. The machine powered down.

"Dammit," Villain muttered. "I really should not have made that one so obvious."

"Thank you for doing so." Hero dropped the tablet, then grabbed Villain. "And now, you've been caught."

The rest of the hero team approached warily as Hero locked the cuffs around Villain's wrists. "Hero?" Superhero asked. "Is there anything you want to tell us?"

"Do you need help?" Other Hero reached out to grab Villain. "We could take them, and you-"

"No, it's alright." Hero shifted Villain away from the others. "I've got it."

"Are you sure?" Superhero asked. "Because what just happened would shake anybody up-"

"I said I got it!" Hero snapped as they dragged Villain towards the door to the warehouse. Out to where the press were waiting to pounce, leaving behind a group of concerned heroes.

(Not as long as my first post, but y'know, maybe that's a good thing.

if anyone's interested in a part 2, I may have it drafted. Partially.)

#hero x villian #hero x villain community #flustered villain #possessive hero #hero #villain #doomsday machine #writing #creative writing

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mouthsewedshut · 1 year

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TW // Suggestive Themes though nothing happened lol

"-And eventually when my inventions are a success, this entire city will submit to me and then, all of the entire world will do the same!" The villain roared into the dark thundering sky as the outskirts of the grey clouds have formed into rings and have surrounded both the villain and their giant machine that is possessing an activated plasma ball and it was pointing directly at the soaring skies.

The hero though, They had an amused look on their face - they didn't even think twice before saying; "Okay but do you wanna fuck?"

"...Excuse me-"

#mouthsewedshut #hero x villian #villain x hero #heroes and villains community #hero x villain community #heroes and villains #tw suggestive #hero x villain prompt

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easy-as-a-and-b · 2 years

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Person A: I need you.

Person B, smirking: That's a bold way to start a conversation.

Person A: Flatter yourself all you like. I just need you to agree.

#person A talking about something serious #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing ideas #oc prompts #imagine your faves #otp imagines #otp prompt #imagine your ship #imagine your otp #hero x villian #imagine your f/o #f/o x s/i

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arealphrooblem · 10 months

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A Favor for a Favor Part 6

Part one here

CW for the fic overall: kissing/fade to black off screen sex, mentions of non-consensual drugging, non-graphic wound care, off screen murder mention

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

The Present

His soft footsteps crunched over the gravel path. She didn’t look up from her huddled form on the deck chair. A blanket dropped over her shoulders, smelling powerfully of his soap.

“Did you ever find out why he did it,” she asked softly.

“Will you believe me if I tell you?”

“I don’t know what else to do. You’re all I have right now.”

“It’s terrifying , isn’t it? Having to trust the unknown.”

He sat down on the chair next to her, legs stretched out.

“You are eating this role reversal up, aren’t you?”

He paused for a moment. “I don’t like seeing you this way. I much prefer you obnoxious and sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

She snorted at that.

“For someone so active in the Agency, your arrest record is relatively small. The criminals you catch serve community service hours or house arrest or time in mental hospitals and rehab centers more than jail. Why is that?”

She looked up at him finally, brow furrowed. What did that have to do with anything?

“Just answer the question,” he said softly.

“My mom,” she answered. “You know she was a defense attorney. She always told me that the systems we have help a select few and hurt the rest. She saw more people trapped and desperate, people who never stood a chance, than people who were just malicious. I never forgot that. And I never forgot you. You were living proof of that. At least, until you became this.”

She waved a hand over his designer clothes and at the penthouse terrace.

“That’s what he hated,” John told her. “He considered you unfit because you were too soft. Crime would only increase under you because you never made an example of anyone. They didn’t fear you. He acted on his own to solve the problem because the Agency refused to hear his concerns. I won’t get into the particulars of how he discovered my serum. But rest assured it won’t happen again, by him or anyone else.”

“That fucking bastard,” she whispered.

He had been the loudest voice about civilian safety, cleaning up neighborhoods, fighting gang activity. Sometimes it bordered on the insensitive, the oblivious and childish idea of black and white morality. She never thought he would stoop to this.

“He still should have had a trial,” she said, but the bitter part of her heart didn’t believe it anymore.

“I can’t have anyone else knowing what I created. I don’t feel guilty about it.”

“If it's such a risk, why the hell did you even make it? As far as I know, I’m the first Agent to get hit with it. You could have dismantled the whole Agency. Or sold it to the highest bidder who would do the same.”

“You love your power. I can tell how lost you are without it even without reading your mind. I depend on mine and it protects me. But there are people who have powers that do nothing but cause them misery. People whose powers make them a target everywhere they go. People who can’t hide. I made it for them.”

“Oh.”

It sounded too magnanimous to be true.

“They pay for it,” he assured her. “A favor for a favor.”

That sounded more like him.

“Can it . . .be reversed?” She forced herself to ask it. The answer terrified her.

“Theoretically. I have an antidote. It’s just never been tested before. It will be here tomorrow.”

Hope exploded, bright and overwhelming, in her chest.

“Are you serious?” she squealed. “Tomorrow?”

She launched herself at him, crawling in his lap and wrapping her arms around him, with a force strong enough to push them both back against the chair. He made a small oomph beneath her, arms flailing awkwardly at his side. Her ribs protested painfully but she didn’t care. She pressed her face in the juncture of his shoulder and neck and squeezed him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said grimly. “There’s no guarantee it will work. We may have to experiment with it. You may need to stay at the lab for a while.”

“I don’t care! Oh my God!”

She pulled back enough to look down at him. He could still be lying. It could still be a trick. But she decided to choose hope instead.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his arms came up to cradle her back. His hands bled warm through the thin t-shirt. She realized, suddenly, that she was almost straddling him. Face growing hot, she started to get up when his hands tightened their grip.

His gaze bore into her, dark and inscrutable. John Park was an untrustworthy, manipulative selfish bastard and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to kiss him.

“You should do it,” he whispered.

She didn’t need any further encouragement. Her hands fisted in the front of his shirt and she kissed him fiercely. To her surprise, he kissed her back with equal enthusiasm, rising up to meet her. His hands slid up her spine to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling into her hair. She nipped at his bottom lip, grinning against his mouth when she felt his fingers tighten in her hair.

For years, Roxanne never saw John without his mask fixed perfectly in place. He was always collected, always in control, always unaffected. He walked into every interaction holding all the cards and he knew it.

Which was why every hitched breath, every beat of his thundering pulse under her roaming fingers, every bold, desperate slide of his tongue, felt like a victory. In the court of desire, it was undeniable proof that he felt something back. Every scrap of her yearning, attraction, fascination with him burned through her blood as pure, unfiltered need and he matched her with equal ferocity.

His hand crept under her shirt (his shirt), the feather light trace of his fingertips up her spine at odds with the sharp, sting of his lips sucking a bruise in her neck. His teeth dragged up the column of her throat to latch around her earlobe. A whine tore from her throat.

“This, Roxanne,” he breathed against her ear, “this is where I want you: fierce and needy and begging for me to touch you.”

He brushed over her ribs like a gentle breeze and she shuddered against him.

“Just like that.”

His other hand caressed up her thigh, stopping just short of its apex, and squeezed. She bit back a protesting groan.

“Can I have you, Roxanne?”

It sounded almost innocent, like she was a lollipop he plucked at the check out register. Except for the ragged edge of his voice, as if his self control was moments from slipping through his grasp. Or for the way his fingers swirled infuriatingly against her inner thigh, just the barest inch away from where she needed them most.

Her fingers clenched in his shirt. She had never been more turned on in her life. “Yes. Yes. Oh my God, please.”

A long time later, as she drifted in and out of sleep against his chest, he whispered something to her.

“What?” she murmured.

“It’s Ji-won,” he repeated.

“What is?”

“My name. My birth name.”

“Ji-Won,” she repeated, smiling sleepily against his chest.

The Past

Halfway through dinner, Roxanne dropped her fork and shouted,

“Oh shit!”

Cornelius jerked to his feet, gaze darting around.

“What?” he demanded, hand wrapped around his steak knife.

“My project,” she shrieked. “I forgot all about it! It’s due tomorrow and it’s almost my bedtime!”

“ . . .okay? What’s the big deal? Can’t you type that out in like thirty seconds?”

He slowly sat back down, glowering at her. She probably gave him a heart attack. And she’d be a little sympathetic to that if she wasn’t harboring her own heart attack right now.

“Yeah but I don’t think fast. I still have to finish the research, organize everything, get all the labels . . .”

The weight of all that work felt crushing. She thought she’d have two days -- not a few hours!

“Then skip school.”

She gasped, horrified. “I’ve never skipped school in my life.”

“Why am I not surprised?” he muttered. “Guess you’re pulling an all-nighter.”

She groaned, fingers threading nervously through her hair.“I’m not a night owl. I’ll crash by midnight, no matter what. I’ve never even seen the ball drop for New Years.”

“How old are you -- five?”

“Shut up, Cornelius. Having a consistent sleep schedule is good for you.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he said.

“Yeah that much is obvious from the raccoon eyes you always have.” She fought the urge to cry. “Dude, I am so screwed. This is worth so much of my grade!”

Silence stretched out taut as a bow string between them. Then Cornelius sighed and stood up with his plate in his hand.

“No you’re not. I’ll help you. Finish your dinner and let's get this over with.”

Roxanne tried her best to hold out, but even with coffee she found herself nodding off just before one AM. Eventually she woke up to a hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“Go to bed,” came Cornelius’s voice softly by her ear.

“I can’t,” she mumbled. “I have to finish . . .the . . .thing.”

“It is finished.”

That jerked her awake. “What?”

She lifted her head off the kitchen table and peered around. While she slept, Cornelius had painstakingly drawn and labeled the majority of her project. It stretched out beautifully on the poster board, looking like it came from a professional.

“You did all that?” she gasped.

“Who else?”

“It’s gorgeous! You should be an artist!”

“You don’t have to pander to me to say thank you,” he said, arms crossed tightly against his chest.

“I’m not!” She leaned in to get a closer look at the poster. “This is detailed and so neat. Seriously, you should go to art school!”

He let out a bark of bitter laughter. “Yeah, okay.”

Her smile faded as she straightened back up. “Well, what is your grand plan, Cornelius? If art school is out of the question, what are you going to do with yourself?”

“If I tell you that, you’ll probably become an accessory to a crime.”

“I’m serious,” she said.

“So am I.” He gave her a half-hearted smirk. “Don’t worry about what I’m going to do. Worry about yourself. You clearly need to,” he added, gesturing to the poster board.

“How can I not worry about you?” she demanded. “You know, I could talk to my parents. We have that spare bedroom, we could --”

“Don’t even go there,” he said. “Your family is not going to adopt me or take me or what the fuck ever.”

“Yes, they would! My mom is a defense attorney -- she meets kids like you all the time. And you’re like, what, a senior by now? We could get you enrolled in my school; they have credit recovery programs and --”

He stepped forward and wrapped his fingers around her wrists. The sudden proximity, the pressure of the pads of his thumbs resting right against her pulse, the dark wells of his eyes, caught her voice in her throat.

“It’s very . . .kind of you to think about that,” he said stiltedly. “No one’s ever . . .but it’s not possible. It’s just not possible.

She swallowed, trying to find what would break through his thick, edge-lord, I Have To Suffer skull.

“It’s possible, you know. Lots of things are possible for you. You just have to let yourself believe you can have it.”

“Maybe for you. Not so much for me.”

She yanked her hands from his grip. “And why not? Lots of people who were born poor go to art school! Or law school. Or whatever else they want.”

“It’s not just about being poor, Roxanne.” He looked at her as if she was so painfully naive. “ I’ve already made certain choices, started down certain paths. There is no going back. There is no do-over.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“It doesn’t matter if you do or don’t. The world is the way it is regardless.”

“It’s not fair,” she cried, petulant, like a little child.

“Life is never about being fair. Whoever told you that lied.”

“Well, I hate it.” Her throat grew tight, eyes stinging. “You deserve to have everything I have. Better, even. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t have it.”

A stray tear fell, and then another. Roxanne bit her lip against them, feeling every bit the naive kindergartner in a PBS cartoon. Her parents never told her the world was fair. They knew it wasn’t. But it felt different, now, when she could see it in front of her, instead of just hearing about a statistic on the news.

Cornelius slowly cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs swiping away a stray tear.

“Go to bed, Roxanne,” he murmured. “And stop worrying so much about me. I will have the future I want. And I will be okay.”

Part 7 here

#heroine x villain #hero x villian #writeblr #enemies to lovers #a favor for a favor #dark villain

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candle-queen · 2 years

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The Exchange (part 1)

~2 weeks before the Wedding~

Villain walked into a Cafe on the corner, thoughts rushing through thier head. The main one being who the hell where they supposed to take to thier sister's wedding? They invite that had been received last month and reread about a hundred times flashed through thier head.

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Time: starts at 4pm

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RSVP: please notify us if you can come at (425)***-***

We can't wait to see you there, lots of love A&L.

P.S. You'd better have a date little brother! Don't try to claim you didn't have time! -Laura

P.S. If you don't your never going to live it down man.

-Andrew

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"Damned sister of mine..." Villian grumbled sipping thier tea. 'There is Henchmen... no he would accidentally call me boss in front of everyone. There's Danielle... no she abroad for the time being. Greg? No, Ugh.' Villain's thoughts ran in this circle for the next half hour before they gave up and went home.

Hero on the other hand was a crossed town with their own dilemma, they were just two weeks off from the Heroes masquerade gala and they didn't have a date. Worse, everyone thought they did have a secret partner because "Why else would you leave early every weekend?" Now all the other heroes and superheroes expected to meet this mysterious person but truth was, there wasn't one and there never was. They just liked thier Saturday night to have some them time. They had the outfit they were going to wear complete with a mask, but who in thier right mind would go with them and not let it go straight to thier head? 'Hell this is worse then a one night stand because once introduced they may want to see them again. Ugh why can't they just leave it alone?' The Hero thought to themselves. 'Whatever, I have work tonight and chores to do, no time for self pity right now.'

Later that night

'You know what maybe some good banter or a good fight will ease my mind from this nonsense.' Villian thought as they got dressed in thier 'work' outfit. They then left the base giving a small, "I'm going out." To the guards before disappearing into the night.

Hero was on their normal protrol for the night when a shadowy figure appeared in the skyline. "What kind of trouble are you getting into now Villain?" Hero sighed, before following. They meet on a mostly abandoned roof top towards the outskirts of town.

"Why are you here Villain? Some scheme or maybe a distraction?" Hero paused, "Actually it's rather late for you, what are you up to?" Hero questioned.

"Well aren’t you an inquisitive one tonight." With that Villain lunch themselves at Hero trying to land a solid punch. They doged just in time and pushed them forward, Villain stumbled before whipping around again and tried to attack once again. This continued for a while before Hero finally landed a punch to Villain's face; They paused and Hero spoke, "What the hell Villain? First off you come looking for a fight and then your so distracted you won't even focus on the fight!" Villain held thier jaw for a moment before blurting out, "I need a favor."

"What?" Hero was taken aback, "What type of favor could you of all people want from me?!" It's almost came out as a shout.

"I know it's not ideal but I really need a..." They trailed off, thier ears turn a bright red. "A what? Villian I swear it's to late to deal with your nonsense right now." They said exasperated.

"A date!"

Hero blinked a few times before also turning red under the mask they wore. "...What would you need a date for?" The gala rushed through Hero's mind hoping they weren't trying to crash it or something worse.

"My sisters wedding is coming up next weekend and she is requiring I come with a date. Nobody else I can bring is available and I'll even make a deal with you, no chaos, no mischievous, no schemes, nothing, for say a month?

"A deal huh? Maybe..." Hero trailed off thinking on how this could work. "I'll only agree IF you do that and something else."

"And what could that be little Hero?"

"The Heroes masquerade gala. They other have convinced themselves I'm dating someone and they want to meet them there."

"Are you saying what I think you are," Villian's eyes narrowed a bit, "You are! Ha the little Hero is asking me to go with them as thier date because they are single but lied to thier colleagues. How scandalous!"

"Oh shut up will you! You asked first!"

Villian laughed before sticking a hand out, "So what do you say little Hero, fake dating for a few weeks to avoid both groups coming for our heads?"

"Only if your not as much of a prick as usual." Hero smiled lightly before shaking thier hand with hope of things working out.

#creative writing #storys #hero x villian #slow burn #writing

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chaotic-orphan · 10 months

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Oh hey , hope u are doing well , I was wondering if you'd continue the post where the hero has electrical powers and the villian has telepathy

Intoxicating fear (II)

A crude awakening

Part one // Masterpost

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A snap of fingers in front of Kit’s face and his eyes snapped into focus, his body jolting forward slightly. Kit blinked, head pounding as he tried to take in his surroundings.

His head was fuzzy, memory hazy as he tried to remember how he got here. Wherever here was.

He was standing up, his arms above his head. When he tried to pull them down, he heard the snap of chains. Warning bells sounded clear in his mind as he tugged them down again, but they didn’t budge.

Kit groaned as he looked up to see his hands locked into metal cuffs, attached to a chain that went all the way to the ceiling.

“Good. Very good, Malyn. So responsive. So suggestible,” a silvery voice purred behind Kit.

Kit froze for a split second before his reflexes kicked in. He snapped his fingers on instinct reaching for the electricity in the air. Familiar blue lightning sparked to life and Kit screamed as his entire body jerked in the chains. His body ceased, winding tight as his own electricity was weaponised against him. Kit grit his teeth as his body was forced to endure. The chains holding him up rattling as Kit’s body fell like dead weight once the electricity ran its course through Kit’s body.

A couple aftershocks jerked Kit’s muscles in his shoulder, and Kit sucked in a second cry of pain at the strain on his shoulders.

A cool hand rested on the back of Kit’s neck. Kit froze again, his muscles in his legs riding out random spasms from the aftershock as Kit forced his legs to stand himself up straight. His feet slipped as he tried to get his balance, accompanied by a sloshing sound. Kit glanced down to see his feet in a basin of water. His shoes and socks taken off and his trousers rolled up to the knees.

“You’re not as bright as I heard you were, Malyn,” said that horrible voice behind him. Kit’s heart thundered against his chest, as the hand slinked around Kit’s neck to come and stand in front of him.

It was Omen.

Kit knew it was Omen, obviously, he just didn’t really want to believe it.

That meant that Omen had actually taken Kit against his will. Taken him and made him forget the way to Omen’s fucking dungeon, and Other Hero was still at the fairground.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Hey, Malyn. Calm down,” Omen said, his voice so far away. Kit’s head dipped, gasping on air, trying to breathe, but his body wouldn’t let him. Instead, he was panting, chest rising too quickly and falling too shallow for him to take in any oxygen.

Fuck.

Not in front of Omen.

He was trapped with Omen.

Tears streamed down his face as the realisation settled loud into Kit’s mind.

No one knew where he was.

No one was coming to find him.

He was chained in front of Omen, his… the—

Two hands on his cheeks and Kit’s wide eyes went to Omen, recoiling as much as his chains would let them.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

Kit gasped, looking into those dark eyes and wanted to cry as Omen spoke again: “Oi, Malyn. Relax.”

Kit’s body obeyed the command. His lungs forced to breathe, his muscles unwinding from tightness against his will, his mind still screaming at him as his body flooded with the ice coldness that followed Omen’s commands.

“There we go,” said Omen, grinning, as his thumbs rubbed the tears from Kit’s cheeks. When did he cry? “I knew you were scared of me little hero, but having a panic attack over me? I’m honoured.”

“G-go fuck yourself,” Kit ground out with a shiver. Omen tsked stepping back away from Kit, his grin spreading into a horrible smile on his pale red lips. Kit yanked at the chains holding him up and tried to steel his expression into a (hopefully) threatening one.

Omen hummed, tilting his head as he slipped his hands into tailored trouser pockets.

“Hmm, I think you should be nicer to me, Malyn,” Ambrose said, smile and happy tone contrasting his words: “If you piss me off I might just forget to come down here and give you food and water, let you use the bathroom. Keep disrespecting me and I’ll leave you to die in a pool of your own faeces. Understand?”

Kit didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to agree. He didn’t want to do anything other than not be here. Not be standing in front of Omen, the man who ruined his life. Fucking Omen of all people! Forcing his body into a synthetic calm.

Kit licked his lips, asking: “What do you want with me?” He cursed his voice for coming out quiet. Quieter than he’d like to have it be in front of this monster.

Omen’s smile seemed to grow if that was even possible.

“I want to know why you fear me so much,” Omen said, amusement lacing his curiosity. He didn’t get closer, he gave Kit space, but his eyes. His stare. It felt so invasive.

Too invasive.

“You can just look, can’t you?” Kit snapped, pulling at his chains. Omen’s eyes flashed at the emotion, flicking lazily up at the chains then back at Kit.

“You know, Malyn. Taking you was a spur of the moment thing, so I had to prepare all this for you,” Ambrose said, gesturing to the chains and the water. “To keep you. To hold you. I know Superhero, know how hard he tried to keep you secret from me.”

Omen stepped forward and Kit flinched. Then cursed himself for it as Omen let out a dark chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll get used to that. That raw, primal fear— like I’m the most repulsive person to ever live.”

“You’re a villain,” is all Kit said in reply, cursing the croak in his voice.

Omen cocked an eyebrow. “You flinch at every villain? Then you don’t have the stomach for the job, hero. Sorry to be the one to tell you.”

Kit’s hands balled into fists above his head as Ambrose took another step closer. Kit forced himself to stay still.

“What’s with this stupid game of cat and mouse, huh?!” Kit demanded, leaning forward slightly. If Omen wanted to close the gap to intimidate Kit, why shouldn’t Kit do the same? “You can read minds. Just take all the information you want and leave me alone!”

Omen grinned. His eyes drilling into Kit’s. Kit suddenly became very aware of his body, his heart drumming against his ears as Ambrose said nothing. He just stared.

“Here’s the thing, Malyn. I know you’re new on the hero/villain scene so I’m willing to go easy on you,” said Omen casually. He walked around Kit, past Kit’s line of sight. Kit tried to turn to follow him with his eyes, but his body wouldn’t move. He was forced to stare ahead as Omen continued.

“I’ll tell you why I won’t take your source of fear from your beautiful, terrified mind. It’s because—”A hand went to the back of Kit’s neck, fingers lacing through his hair and yanking his head back. Kit cried out as he found Omen’s cold eyes staring down at him. “—you protest too much. Clearly, that’s part of why I’m so terrifying to you, isn’t it? You want it to be easy like it was with Mentor. You want me to twist your mind until you can barely see straight.”

Kit tried to yank his head free, but Omen wrenched him further down and Kit hissed through gritted teeth. His shoulders screaming at him to stop struggling.

“I’m not going to do that, Malyn. You’re going to tell me why you’re afraid, and I’m going to be there. Watching every micro expression on your face as you do. Maybe there’ll even be some more of your delicious tears…maybe not.”

Omen wrapped a hand around Kit’s throat, grinning as he felt Kit swallow under his palm. He tightened his grip, and that’s when Kit’s fear took over. Blinding and incapacitating as Omen cut off his air.

He couldn’t breathe.

Omen was above them drinking in every pathetic struggle. Kit’s arms pulling at the chains, his feet slipping in the water below, every effort in his body to try and get a sliver of air into his lungs.

“Listen to those sounds you make, Malyn,” Ambrose said, his silvery voice the only solid thing Kit had as he desperately thrashed in Omen’s grip.

Omen watched, basked, waited until he saw the electric blue flash through Kit’s eyes. He waited a beat longer before seeing Kit’s resolve settle.

Omen let go at the last second.

The last second that Kit’s power took over in his panic and his body erupted in crackles of lightning that coursed through Kit’s veins and he screamed.

Every fibre of his being lit on fire as his electricity burned through his nerves, tearing them to shreds and leaving only pain in its wake. His jaw was clenched so hard he thought his teeth would break from the force; his neck stretched at an awkward angle as he twitched unable to correct it. Black encroaching on his vision as his body ceased against his own ability.

A normal person in Kit’s circumstance would be dead by now. In a basin of water, his wrists trapped in metal it turned his body into a perfect conductor. Omen may as well have put Kit in an electric chair.

Kit should be dead, but his ability, stemmed from a sensitivity to electric currents rippling through the air, also gave him a certain robustness to electricity. He thought meant he could withstand electric currents passing through his body easy.

That was until now.

Until Omen used Other Hero against him.

Until he nearly burnt himself unconscious not a few minutes ago.

He should be dead.

Except he just hung limp in his chains. His feet had slipped and so his toes were the only part of him on the floor; his were knees bent from exhaustion. All his body weight rested heavily on his toes and wrists. He didn’t have the strength to pull himself up.

Omen walked around Kit at some point during his second taste of his own power and dipped his head, so he was eye level with Kit.

Kit didn’t even have the energy to move his head as Omen took his chin in his cold grip, tilting Kit’s head to meet Omen’s black eyes.

“See? All this effort to try and escape me out of your delicious fear. Why in the world would I just take what I want when you’ll destroy yourself not to give it to me?”

Kit was happy that the darkness around his edges flooded his vision, and he was dragged blissfully into unconsciousness.

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