Part three of this prompt by @creweemmaeec11 :Â Hero and villain are fighting on live TV, and hero suddenly falls in the river that runs through the city. Turns out hero can't swim, so villain ends up deciding to save them even though the act is then caught on live tv, and now the entire city's media is in an uproar: "are they actually a bad person?" "Will hero owe villain now?"
Part one
Part two
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The hero didn't even know where to begin when searching for the villain. He was always the one that inexplicably found her.Â
And after hours of searching, that seemed to still be the case.
She had gone back to the river and was standing near the shredded portion of the fence. Police tape had been put over the opening, and there was a partial barricade in front. She felt a little silly because, despite this, she couldnât bring herself to get any closer than ten feet from the fence. She was going to have to sign herself up for swimming lessons sometime.
 The sun was dipping below the horizon and she was about to leave, when she heard a voice from behind her.
âOut for a late night swim?â
She nearly jumped out of her shoes. She turned and there he was. âI think Iâve had my fill.â
âYouâre mad at me.â It was a statement rather than a question.
Her hands sparked. Anger. Maybe something else. "Oh yeah, how could you tell?"
He smiled and glanced at her hands. âOh I just know you so well.â
Even though she had just wanted to talk to the villain, she could feel her power surging inside her.
The villain mustâve sensed a fight coming because, rather than wait for her, he shot like a bullet, scooping her up in his arms.Â
Her fire blazed, but what she'd failed to realize in the dark was that he was wearing some sort of strange protective gear. Her flames couldn't touch him.Â
And then they were over the river.Â
Her eyes widened in alarm. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait!" Her voice cracked. âPut me down!â
"I'm not going to drop you on purpose," The villain reassured. "But keep fighting and my hands might slip."
She swallowed, anxiously eyeing the rushing water down below. She let her fire burn out. "What do you want?"
He shrugged, noticing with a smirk that even that small movement made the hero grip his arm tighter. "I just wanted to talk," he said. "But you seemed too focused on trying to burn me alive."
âSo youâre threatening me?â
âSort of.âÂ
âFigures.â
His smile widened. âWord has it, youâve been looking for me all day.â
âI wanted to talk to you too.â
âWell youâve got me right here,â he replied.Â
She looked into his eyes, and was all-too painfully aware of the blush creeping up her cheeks. âWhy did you disappear?â
He hummed. âOut of the two of us, I figured you look better on camera.âÂ
She shook her head. âItâs been a nightmare, Villain. Iâve been followed around by reporters for the past week, Iâve seen it plastered on TV everywhere; Iâve had no privacy!â
âOh yeah, I forgot how much you hate attention,â he teased.Â
She could feel her cheeks blaze even hotter. âItâs embarrassing.â
He glanced at her face and amusement twinkled in his eyes. âI can tell.â
Thatâs when she realized a soft light was falling on his features. Sheâd held her power back in her hands, but apparently that heat in her cheeks wasnât just from embarrassment, her fire was glowing through her skin. She sighed. âItâs been a long week, Villain.â
He chuckled. âOkay, okay, I get why youâre mad at them,â he said. âBut why are you mad at me?â
She was no longer glowing. âBecause you have some sort of motive for saving me and I havenât figured it out yet.â
"I already told you why I saved you."
"That can't be it," The hero replied. "You want to blackmail me, or you have some sort of other plan going on, and believe me I'm going to figure it out and then you are going d-"
He cut her off with a sudden kiss.Â
She couldnât shove down the glow then. It took everything in her to keep her ears from lighting on fire.Â
When he pulled back, she was too shocked to say anything.Â
She was also shocked she didnât accidentally burn his lips.
His eyes still gleamed with amusement. "Believe me now?"
"I'm starting to." She glanced at the river below. "Can you put me down now?"
He nodded and they slowly drifted down. Relief along with plenty of other confusing emotions flooded her when they finally hit the ground.Â
She took a deep breath, and settled her power down. Now the only light came from the city and the moon.Â
âIâve never seen you do that before,â the villain commented.
âUm, itâs an intimidation tactic.â
He laughed. âWell, Hero, the next time you want to talk, you donât have to search the whole city.â He handed her a scrap of paper. âJust head there.â
She glanced at it in her hand. âThis isnât an ambush is it?âÂ
He shrugged. âGuess youâll find out.â The villain took off then, and he was gone.
She sighed.
âHe shouldâve left me in that river.âÂ
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Part two of this prompt by @creweemmaeec11 :Â Hero and villain are fighting on live TV, and hero suddenly falls in the river that runs through the city. Turns out hero can't swim, so villain ends up deciding to save them even though the act is then caught on live tv, and now the entire city's media is in an uproar: "are they actually a bad person?" "Will hero owe villain now?"
Part one here
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TV couldn't really capture the sheer terror the hero endured when she fell into that river. Even the best of swimmers would have had a tough time navigating the rapids and rocks, let alone the hero who had refused any association with large bodies of water since second grade swimming lessons.Â
A chain link fence had been put up, but it might as well have been made of paper by how easily the hero crashed through it.Â
She landed right into the river. The cold of the water tore the air out her lungs with a gasp and she was immediately swept away by the current. She scrambled, trying to keep her head above water. It all happened so fast, she barely had enough time to react when she hit the first rock. Luckily it was only a glancing blow to her shoulder, but it was enough to send her below.Â
Everything was a torrent of limbs and bubbles as she fought the rapids. She somehow managed to claw her way up, winning herself a deep breath before she was dragged back under again. Her body started to glow and the water boiled as her desperation triggered her power, but heat couldnât help her now.Â
Thatâs when she hit the second rock.
This time she wasnât so lucky. Her arm absorbed some of the blow, but the hit to her head left black spots in her vision. The glow of her body faded, and she felt herself go limp. Black closed in on the edges of her vision. She fought the darkness, but soon enough it was all she could see.Â
Before she could take that inevitable involuntary breath though, a firm hand grabbed her arm. And another scooped up her legs. And then she wasnât even in the river anymore, she was on the shore. She coughed and shook, the cold still chilling her to the bone. She felt something rough fall onto her shoulders. She opened her eyes.Â
âThis canât be right. Villain?â She croaked.
The villain knelt next to her, worried eyes locked on hers. âAre you alright?â
 The answer to that was a definite no, but she could hardly bring herself to speak. She realized, albeit a little late, that he actually pulled her from the river. And she realized that the âsomething roughâ was his jacket. âWhat is happening?â
The villain didnât meet her eyes then, only examining her head. âYou almost drowned and you hit your head pretty hard. You need to go to the hospital.â
âBut you-you saved me?â
The villain gave her a small smile. âIs it so hard to believe that I actually like having you around?â
The hero didnât know what to say to that.
But it turns out she didnât have to say anything, because immediately following that statement, sirens pierced the air. The villainâs brows furrowed. She could tell he had something else to say, but he only stood and shot her one of his most charming smiles. Funny, he only gave her one of those when he was winning a fight. âI think Iâll leave you to the reporters.â
Then he took off. She wondered at his sudden change of attitude.
 And then she spotted the news helicopter.Â
Uh-oh.
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"Why do you hate me?"
The superhero gave a small smile, eyes deliberately glued to the laptop in front of him. "Hate is such a strong word, Hero. What are you upset about this time?"
The hero threw the newspaper down with a slap.
The superhero spared it a glance, his smile only widening. âOh, that?â
ââThe villain in a shocking turn of events saves the hero from a watery grave. What does this mean? Are they in league with each other? Does the villain have a bigger plan in mind? Or, the most intriguing theory, is there something more to their relationship?ââ The hero quoted. The hero shook her head. ââWatery graveâ, really?â
âIt added some drama.â
âWhy did you do this to me?â
The superhero leaned back in his chair with a sigh. âHero, this is the biggest story of the year. If I didnât write about this, I would get fired.â He shrugged. âAnd besides, itâs not my fault you were caught on live TV not being able to swim.â
 The heroâs jaw clenched. âYouâre having too much fun with this.â
âOh come on, donât you think itâs kind of funny?â The superhero asked.Â
âDo you know how many reporters have swarmed me in the past week?â The hero ranted. âNot to mention how many asked me if I was . . . dating the villain. Dating! Can you believe that?â She had turned away while she spoke, but the superhero could see a blush coloring her cheeks.
He chuckled. âMaybe.â
The hero shot him a glare. âOh, not you too.â
He shrugged. âWhy did he save you then?â
âI donât know! Blackmail, some sort of evil scheme that I havenât figured out yet! I donât know!â She repeated. Her tone softened then, âI havenât seen him since it happened.â
The superhero felt a tinge of guilt for mocking her. He remembered what it was like the first time a news story covered one of his mistakes. This was definitely a different situation, but he felt for her. âDonât worry, this will go away soon. People have short attention spans, believe me Iâve been doing this for a while,â The superhero reassured. âBut it seems like youâre going to have to talk to him.â
From the pained expression on the heroâs face, the superhero could tell he wasnât saying anything she didnât already know. âHow do you do that?â
âDo what?â
âIâm mad at you one second, then the next Iâm grateful for your help.â She shook her head with a small smile. âI donât get it.â
âJust one of my special gifts, I guess.â
âAnd so humble too.â
He winked. âYou know it.â
âNow the question is, how do I find him?â
He shrugged, turning back to his laptop. âCanât help you with that one.â Amusement twinkled in his eyes. âAfter all, Iâm not in love with him.âÂ
âI am not in love with him!â
Hero and villain are fighting on live TV, and hero suddenly falls in the river that runs through the city. Turns out hero can't swim, so villain ends up deciding to save them even though the act is then caught on live tv, and now the entire city's media is in an uproar: "are they actually a bad person?" "Will hero owe villain now?"
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âAnd does the prisoner have anything to say for herself?â
The hero took a deep shaky breath. She was placed right in the center of the room, all eyes locked on her. Dignitaries, dancers, and servants looked at her with a mixture of horrified and angry gazes. They honestly seemed more annoyed that their party had been ruined than the fact that the Kingâs right hand man had been murdered just outside. Their gazes unsettled her, but really only one pair of eyes mattered.Â
The prince sat on a throne in front of her, unfazed by anything else as he waited patiently for her answer. He was the standing ruler of this kingdom. His father, the king, was so sick he could barely talk, let alone manage a country anymore. But, even if technically second in command, there was no denying the quiet power the prince held over the room.Â
She locked eyes with him when she answered. âIâd do it again.â
Hushed whispers swept throughout the chamber. The guards tightened their grips on her arms, but it wasnât like she could go anywhere. Not with the chains binding her hands behind her back and the manacles on her ankles. She felt the bitterness clawing up her throat like bile. She was only too aware of the blood staining her dress, of it dripping off her hands. How could she have let this happen?
But then, to her surprise, the corners of the prince's eyes turned up in a concealed smile. He held up a hand and the crowd quieted. âLeave us.â
And without another word, the people left. The guards either side of her stood there uncertainly. "Sir-"
"I want to be alone with the prisoner."
They both immediately marched out, leaving the hero and the prince alone.Â
The hero could feel the cold steel of her knife pressed against her leg. Maybe if she could-
"I wouldn't." The prince smiled for real now, the need to keep up any ceremony gone out the door. "I've heard about you."
It spoke volumes of the hero's willpower that she was able to keep her eyebrows from shooting up in surprise. The fact that he could basically read her mind was disturbing enough, now he had heard rumors about her. But despite that, she gave him a smirk. "Oh really? All good things I hope."
âFor someone who tries so very hard not to exist, it seems youâve made quite a name for yourself,â he replied. âThe people think youâre a plague sent to kill corrupt politicians. A baron here, a duke there, all of them dying of seemingly natural circumstances, but connections get made.âÂ
The prince stood and approached her. "They were nothing more than rumors, but I knew they had some merit. Although, it was impossible to prove you even existed let alone find you. Your methods were nearly untraceable." He gave a slight smile, the sound of the blood dripping onto the floor punctuating his next statement. "Nearly."
He stopped in front of her, subtly taking in her features. "And now you have a face." He shrugged. "If it's any consolation, you're prettier than I thought youâd be."Â
âLikewise.â The hero tilted her head. "I've heard rumors about you too."
The prince raised his eyebrows in a question, she continued on, "Your father suffers from a debilitating illness, unpreventable circumstance I'm sure, basically leaves you the throne. Everyone Iâve asked says you're charming, some say you're cruel, but the general consensus is that you're a God-send." A small smile played on her lips. âBut unlike everyone else, I can't decide which one you are, your majesty."
He smiled then, and she decided that charming and cruel fell under the same category.
"I can't decide what you are either, if that makes you feel any better."
"Surprisingly it doesn't."
He tilted his head. "It's a shame I didn't talk to you during the party," he said. "When there wasn't this . . . Unfortunate situation in the way."
"Well to be frank, I was trying to avoid getting caught by someone like you."
He chuckled. "You don't think you could've fooled me?"
She looked into those piercing eyes. âNo. Everyone else maybe, but not you.â
The prince considered her thoughtfully. He seemed to have come to a decision. âGuards,â he said. The two guards stepped back in. "Fetch me a wet washcloth, and bind the prisoner's hands in front of her."
They swiftly met both his demands and left. He took the wash cloth in his hand and gestured to the small puddle of blood staining the once immaculate marble flooring. "I'm kinda fond of these floors, you know."
He went to take her hands, but she pulled back. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but unchain me and I can wash my own hands."
He chuckled. "I would love to, but I can't trust you won't try to stab someone with that pretty little knife you have stowed away." He shrugged. "Now I could take it from you, but my sense of decency is keeping me from fishing around in there to look for it."
Her cheeks burned.Â
He raised a brow. "I'm guessing you wouldn't want that?"
She let him take her hands.
As the prince gently washed the evidence away, she took a minute to study him. She was sure he knew what she was doing, but she couldnât help it. There was good reason for everyone to think he was charming. He was handsome, a head taller than her, and had a strong physique. He had dark intelligent eyes and a smile that could be both winning and cold at the same time. And his hands, while rough, took hers in them gently.
All of these dueling features set her on edge, but the worst were those eyes: scrutinizing and bright, how they could see right through her. Even now with him focused on the task of her hands, she could feel him turning her soul like the pages of a book.Â
She nearly jumped when he finally spoke, "So what happened this time?"Â
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. You got sloppy. You never get sloppy." He locked his knowing eyes on hers. "That means this was personal."
She clenched her jaw. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He gave her a small smile. "Your hands shake when you lie." He squeezed one. "Might want to fix that."
She started to pull back again, but he held her tight. She shot him a warning glance.Â
"Easy," he said. "I'm just curious."
"Yeah well I didn't know this was going to be an interrogation."
"You killed a friend of mine, there were bound to be some questions," he said.Â
"Funny, you don't seem too hung up about it."
He hummed. "Let's just say our friendship was starting to wear thin."
She gave a wry smile. "He was starting to get too powerful, you mean?"
He winked. "Something like that."
He finished and stepped back, now at least giving her a little room from that piercing stare. She glanced at her hands. Aside from the stains on her dress, it was like it had never happened.Â
"Now the question is," he said, "what to do with you?"Â
"I think the standard punishment for murder is execution, but you might have to correct me on that your highness, I haven't brushed up on my legislation in a while."
He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "You know, if I were in your position I'd try to be more polite."
She shrugged. "If you were in my position, you'd realize that there was nothing you could do to save yourself anyway."
"I'm not planning on executing you," he said. "So you can relax about that."
Despite what should have been a huge relief, she only felt the noose tightening around her neck. She swallowed. "What's the catch?"
His smile met his eyes then. "We'll talk about that later. Somewhere where you won't have to wear those." He nodded to her shackles. "But for now, I have a meeting and you should try to get some sleep."
The guards came in, unshackled her legs, and tried to lead her away, but she planted her feet. "I wasn't lying before, you know. Even if you planned on killing me, I'd do it again."
"I know."
She allowed herself to be led away.
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I absolutely love your stories :D Could you do a request involving a male villain visiting a male, imprisoned hero after the bad guys have won? But a more bittersweet victory than a gloating one?
The hero didnât think it would hit him as hard when he woke up. Maybe he hoped that the unconsciousness would soften the blow, now that it was farther behind him. Maybe it wouldnât be like all the other times he had woken up in a hospital. Maybe he wouldnât even wake up at all.
But he had never been much of an optimist anyway.Â
If anything it hit him like a freight train.Â
It all came back to him too hard, too fast, and too breathtaking. Tossed into the deep end with no chance of clawing his way out, it took everything in him to keep his head above water.Â
 He slowly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly, and took in the harsh hospital lights, the machine at his bedside beeping alarmingly fast, and the hard gaze of the villain directed right at him.
The hero immediately turned his gaze away. He preferred the lights.
The villainâs voice was soft when he spoke, âHero, do you remember what I told you before all this?â he asked.
The hero didnât answer, but decided he better take in the rest of his situation. The villain was there, sitting in a chair on his left. He looked terrible, like he had been up all week with no sleep.Â
The hero also noticed his hands chained to the bed rails either side of him with handcuffs. The inside of his wrists had been rubbed raw. He had been thrashing against them. Mustâve been the nightmares, he mused.Â
He couldnât bring himself to look lower than that.Â
âWhat did I tell you?â The villain asked, firmer this time.
The heroâs voice came out cracking and gravelly, âYou asked me to come quietly. That it was my one chance.â The hero was surprised he was able to speak at all with the lump forming in his throat.Â
The villain leaned forward, cracks of anger starting to form in his stony expression. âWhy didnât you listen to me?âÂ
âI donât know.â
The villain didnât say anything at that.Â
âIs that why you came here?â The hero asked bitterly, âTo say âI told you soâ?â
âI waited here,â the villain said, âto make sure you didnât die.â
The hero laughed, the broken thing that it was. âIf you had any sense of mercy, you wouldâve pulled the plug as soon as you first came in.â
âI saved you,â the villain insisted.Â
âAnd you helped kill all my reasons to live.â
The villain shot a quick glance at the end of the heroâs bed, then looked like he instantly regretted it.Â
The hero turned his head away, jaw clenched and tears threatening.Â
He wondered if it was cowardly to wish for death. Or maybe it was what he deserved.
When he had heard the villainâs offer, he had laughed. Even if the villain was significantly graver than usual, the hero hadnât taken the threat seriously. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was bravery, it really didnât matter now, the results were still the same. His friends had died, and he was captured anyway.Â
The hero couldnât erase their faces from his mind.
âI didnât want-â The villain stopped. âHero, I didnât want it to go this way.â
âAnd how did you want it to go, Villain?â The hero asked, voice as sharp as flint. âCome on, tell me how you wanted me to come on my hands and knees, grovelling like you always wanted.â
The hero wasnât looking at him, but he could almost hear the villain holding back a biting remark.
The villain took a controlled breath. âNo, I wanted it to be civil. Just you and me,â he said. âThen you had to go and make things difficult, and I had to bring in some help.â He walked around the other side so he could meet the heroâs eyes. âNow look at you.âÂ
Thatâs when the hero finally got a glimpse of his legs, or what was left of them. Both were cut off at the knee. It was better than when he last saw them, all mangled and nothing but red.Â
He guessed that was one way to stop a man you couldnât keep up with: blow up the ground beneath his feet.
Looking at them, the hero found it hard to fight the despair clawing at his heart. Now what? Everything was gone: his friends, his freedom, his powers.Â
And there were only two people to blame.Â
The hero clenched his fists, only to be given a sharp reminder of the chains still binding his arms.Â
The villainâs eyes flicked to them. âJust a precaution.â
âWhy? You have me: your prize,â the hero spat. âI canât go anywhere.â
The villain glanced down at the bed again and cursed, turning away and running his hands through his hair.Â
The hero just watched in a haze, anger rolling through him, mind reeling, morals thrown out the window at this point. If he could, he would kill the villain right then and there, with his bare hands if he had to.
The villain must have seen it in his eyes, because he just regarded the hero silently, his features tinged with regret. But of course, it was all business with the villain. "As soon as you're a bit more stable, we're going to take you to the facility. You will be asked a number of questions there," he said.Â
The hero's jaw clenched.
"And Hero," the villain added, almost to the door now, "try to be more cooperative this time."
The heroâs face twisted with rage.
He lunged for the villain, handcuffs biting into his skin making him cry out.Â
He started thrashing against the chains. His wrists started to bleed and his heart monitor started beeping rapidly, but he didnât care. He shouted and cursed and screamed so many horrible things, but the villain just watched, almost sadly.
Soon enough, nurses rushed into the room and held him down as they jabbed a needle into his arm.
Everything went black.
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Please I need more of villain and kidnapped civilian snippets, theyâre so cute and I absolutely am INVESTED in their story!
Part one here
Part two here
Part three here
Part four here
After dropping the hero off at a nondescript building that he insisted would be a lot more helpful and discrete than a hospital, the civilian took a moment to breathe.Â
Today was the- Wait. She checked the time. Yesterday was the weirdest thing sheâd had to wade through in a while. Even though she had gotten that nap, she could barely keep her eyes open. Which was just absolutely perfect, seeing as she was walking alone in the middle of the night in a shady neighborhood with the hero indisposed. She wouldnât be surprised if she got mugged in addition to the usual evil scheme of the week.
But interestingly enough, even though she was half expecting it, she still almost jumped out of her socks when she heard a voice from behind her, âSo not only do you ruin my plans, you have to leave your stuff at my place too?â
She spun around. There the villain was, an amused smile on his face and the civilianâs jacket in his hand.Â
He raised a brow. âDid I scare you?â
The civilian took a second to process, and, admittedly, to also regain some composure. âYou couldnât scare me if you tried.â
He chuckled, stepping a little closer. âNo? Well I havenât really been trying yet.â
She tilted her head. âSo finding me in the middle of the night is just your normal amount of scary?â She asked.Â
He shrugged. âI had to give your jacket back,â he said. âAnd while it is fun watching you jump and then try to cover it up,â he added with a smile, âI wanted to see you.â
She turned her face away, trying to cover up the red starting to creep up her cheeks. âWell, um, thanks. Thatâs very polite of you.â
He tilted his head down so he could meet her averted gaze. âCan I walk you home?â
Well . . . she guessed it wouldnât hurt to have a little protection close, but sheâd be lying if she said that was the only reason she wanted him to come with. âSure. I guess youâre better than nothing.â
They started walking.
There were so many questions floating around in the civilianâs brain, but she couldnât get herself to voice any of the big ones.Â
So she guessed she would have to do the smaller ones.Â
âWhen we talked this morning,â she started, âyou seemed surprised.â
The villain shrugged. âAfter all the news stories about you, I expected something different,â he said. âSo yes, I was pleasantly surprised.â
The civilian just hummed in response.
 The villain kept his steady gate but turned to her. âSo you and Hero..?â
âI accidentally got kidnapped once, he saved me, then the news blew it up.â
He smiled. âIs that all?â
She shrugged. âWell now I get damseled in distress by random weirdos all the time.â She gave him a sidelong glance. âPresent company included.â
The villain chuckled. âOh yeah?â
âThatâs right, newbie.â She shot him a teasing smile. âYouâre just adding to the problem.â
âAnd how, praytell, could I possibly make it up to you?â
âWell you could lose the sarcasm for starters,â she muttered.Â
He just laughed.Â
Soon enough they were starting to get close to her house. But it turned out her villain deterrent wouldnât last her the whole walk.
Another voice from behind her (seriously, what are all these people doing out so late at night). âWell what do we have here?â
âUgh,â the civilian grumbled. âAnother one.â
The civilian and the villain turned around to find . . . another villain. She was pretty sure this one went by Cyclone, or maybe Tornado? Something with wind.Â
Windbag?
âYou know this guy?â the villain asked.
âEh seen him around once and a while, not really much of a blip on Heroâs radar though.â
Windbag was wearing a very . . . unique villain costume. The cape, mask, and boots were purple, the shirt and pants were black, and there was a symbol of a Tornado embossed on the front.Â
Very subtle.Â
During the exchange, Windbag just seemed to get redder and redder. Which, in the civilianâs opinion, added that much needed pop of color to the ensemble. âAnd who might you be?â He asked the villain.Â
The villain turned to her. âDo I answer?â
âI find itâs easier to just ignore him.â
âYou stay out of this!â Windbag shouted, reaching out his hand to send a blast of wind her way. But the villain easily intercepted it and twisted Windbags arms behind his back. A satisfied smile crossed the villainâs face, but it was cold. His eyes were sharp as flint.Â
âOkay, okay, I surrender. I was just . . . kidding! I was kidding! Please have mercy,â Windbag whimpered.
The villain turned to her, a question in his eyes.Â
The civilian shrugged. Yeah sure, go ahead.
The villain winked, then turned back into cold. âYouâll be begging for something as merciful as what Iâm about to do to you if you ever come near her again.âÂ
The civilian felt her hair stand up at the amount of electricity the villain used to take Windbag down. Woah.
 The villain dropped him. âHe isnât dead, but I donât think youâll see him again.â
Thatâs probably when the civilian finally started to appreciate the amount of power the villain possessed. Sure the lightning was mesmerizing to watch, and taking down the hero was no small feat, but it hadnât intimidated her like this before. He could really just kill her if he wanted to.
The villain mustâve seen the hesitance in her eyes because his expression softened. He caressed her shoulders. âSurely you know you can trust me by now?â
She gave a small smile. âYeah I know.â She cleared her throat. âIâm just jealous, that's all.â
The concern was still there, but the villain chuckled. âDarling, you intimidate me even without powers, I donât think you need them.â
They started walking again, leaving the smoking pile of purple and black behind them.Â
Soon enough they were at her house.Â
The villain handed her the jacket. âI trust you can walk to the door without any other encounters?â
The civilian gave an uneasy chuckle. âWith my luck, you never know.â
The brightness in his eyes was still so captivating. âI think I figured how to make it up to you for the kidnapping.â
The civilian raised a brow. âOh yeah?â
âDate this weekend. Meet me at the top of the Enterprise,â the villain said. âUnless of course youâre busy?â
The civilian bit her lip. âI think I can make it.â
âGood.â He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. âSee you then.â
The civilian managed a smile and a wave before she hastily went inside to hide her treacherous expression.Â
He was definitely different than all the other ones, that's for sure.
***
The villain watched with amusement as the civilian went inside, feeling a little surge of victory that he was able to surprise her again.Â
He turned to start the long walk home, when he saw the hero standing beside the mailbox.Â
His injury seemed to be all but a memory at this point.Â
There were no pleasantries, all the hero said was, âIf you hurt her, youâre dead.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â the villain replied.
The hero nodded, then took off with barely a sound. It was like he was never there.Â
The villain watched the shadow fly away, then turned his eyes to the civilianâs house, a light shining from one of the bedrooms. Yeah, he thought. Sheâs worth a death threat.
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Could you please continue the villain x tired kidnapped civilian snippet? It was really good, I loved their dynamic and want to know what happens next, if you would, please!
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Part two here
Part three here
The civilian couldnât drag the hero any further, so she pulled him into a nearby side alley and slumped down against a wall.Â
He was still breathing, thank goodness, but he hadnât woken up yet. She couldnât say she was anxious for him to wake up anyway. Not after what she did.Â
Why? Why did she do that? She only wanted one thing whenever she got kidnapped and that was for the hero to win and her to go home quickly. But because of her she was stuck dragging the heroâs lifeless body to . . . the hospital? Heroâs secret hideout? She had no idea what the protocol was for a hurt hero.Â
The villain was a whole other problem to figure out. She felt . . . confusing things when she thought about him. The way he could fluster her so easily and the brightness replacing the cold in his eyes whenever he looked at her. He had stopped fighting the hero to make sure she wasnât hurt and listened when she told him to stop.Â
Was it a ruse? A trick to get the hero? Sheâd had villains try to âseduceâ her before, quite laughably and unsuccessfully she would add. But obviously it wasnât to get the hero, since the villain literally just gave him up, and she didnât feel like he was trying to trick her. So what was it?Â
The heroâs eyelids started to flutter. Then they suddenly shot open, eyes wide with panic. He tried to scramble up, but with a groan he slumped back against the alley wall.Â
His eyes focused on the civilian. âWhere are we?â
âAn alley, away from the warehouse. You should lay off the donuts, I couldnât pull you very far.â
Her attempt at levity didnât seem to work. His brows furrowed. âHow did you get us out? I was hurt, I was . . .â Then it came back to him. The look in his eyes made her feel sick. âYou warned him.â
The civilian could barely choke out an answer. âUm. . . maybe?âÂ
âWhy did you do that?â The hero asked incredulously.Â
âI-uh . . .â
âAre you working with him?âÂ
âNo.â
His eyes narrowed. âAre you brainwashed?â
âNo!â
âThatâs what someone whoâs brainwashed would say.â
âIâm not brainwashed!â
âThen why did you warn him!â He said. âI wouldâve been able to take him down if you didnât say anything!â
âI donât know!â
The hero paused. She didnât like the knowing look he gave her. âDo you love him?â
She stuttered. âWell love is a strong word-â
âOh my gosh you love him.â
The civilian stood. âLook. I donât âloveâ him, alright? Iâm interested,â she clarified. âHeâs different than any other villain thatâs decided to kidnap me, thanks for that by the way. He actually listens to what I say, and heâs mildly good looking.â
The hero raised a brow.Â
âAlright, very good looking.â
The hero shook his head. âSo thatâs what was going on earlier.â
âWhat?â The civilian asked defensively.
âOh please. The looks, you actually smiled for once: you two were flirting.â
She winced. âYou noticed?â
âWas it supposed to be a secret?â
The civilian sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She kinda wished she was the one who got electrocuted, then sheâd have an excuse not to have to stumble her way through questions she couldnât answer.
But his injury didnât stop him from making his disappointment clear. âCivilian, heâs playing you.â
âIâve figured out when people are playing me. He isnât,â the civilian replied. âThe only reason youâre still alive is because I stopped him from hurting you. If I doubted him before, I donât now.â
The civilian was surprised at how confident she was while saying that. She had no idea if the villain was playing her for something bigger, just a hunch. And was he actually interested in her or was it just her imagination? Theyâd just met, why was she advocating for him so stubbornly?
The hero looked skyward, probably asking, âwhat am I gonna do with her?â âHeâs a criminal you know,â the hero said. âAnd he electrocuted me.â
âPsh, youâre fine. Youâre always fine.â
The hero shook his head. âI canât believe this,â he muttered. âI thought I could trust you. You couldâve gotten me killed with that stunt you pulled.â
A white hot bubble of anger started to build in the civilianâs chest. âAre you kidding me? You couldâve gotten killed? Ever since you first rescued me Iâve been afraid for my life! Do you have any idea what itâs like to be completely helpless waiting for someone who may or may not save me?â The civilian asked. âI donât have any powers! One of these days a villain might just kill me on sight and I wouldnât be able to do anything about it! And what have you done? Youâve played it up to the media and asked me to wait as bait. You donât even care how I feel!â
The hero went silent.
But the civilian wasnât done. âAnd Iâm the one that canât be trusted? Youâre the one sneaking behind my back and getting my number without permission!â the civilian said. âAnd I know. I know I dropped the ball this time. But itâs been too much. So much that the literal villain who kidnapped me let me take a nap before you finally got around to rescuing me!â She realized she was yelling, so she went back down to normal volume. âSo yeah, Iâm sorry I canât be the perfect pet all the time.âÂ
The civilian was breathing hard, all spent. Sheâd had those feelings bottled up for a while, but that sense of responsibility had always held her back. If she was indirectly helping people, who was she to question? But she couldnât keep it in any longer. Â
The hero looked a little stunned for a moment. Then he pushed himself up, struggling a little, but he managed. They were eye-to-eye now. âIâm sorry,â he said softly. âI guess I knew that you didnât like all this, but I guess I just . . . didnât take your feelings into consideration when it came to my plans, and I did go behind your back. Youâre so composed, I forget that itâs still hard. Thatâs not an excuse, itâs my fault, all of it." He gave a small smile. "Sleep deprivation included. â
The civilian sighed. âIâm sorry too, I know youâre just trying to help people, and taking villains down is easier when you have me. Itâs just hard sometimes. And Iâm sorry I got you hurt. But you can still trust me, alright?â
âI know.â
She wrapped one of his arms around her shoulder. âGuess we should go to the hospital now. And to make it up to you, Iâll be bait for some more missions.â
âYou just wanna see him some more, donât you?â
âMaybe.â
***
The villain watched the civilian drag the hero out. Then, after examining the damage from the fight, he went to the couch and sat with his arms on his legs leaned forward, lost in thought.Â
He had always prided himself on his ability to solve puzzles. It was a fun challenge figuring out each step. But as much as he thought about the civilian, he couldnât figure her out.Â
She clearly wasnât afraid of him. He respected that. She had a quick wit, enough to rival his. From her little smirks and chides, he could tell she loved a challenge. And once he had gotten past her prickly exterior, her smile was . . . pretty.Â
Maybe.Â
Kind of.Â
He liked saying things that surprised her. And if her charming little blushes were any indication, she was almost⌠surprised at being surprised. It was understandable considering she had already played this game a million times.Â
So now she was trying to figure him out too.Â
The hero, by all accounts, should be dead by now. The villain shouldâve killed him. But he couldnât get the civilianâs face out of his mind. Her look of desperation. It was clear she cared about the hero, even if it wasnât love like the whole world thought. Notwithstanding, she had warned the villain about the heroâs attack, and she had thrown away her tracking device.Â
He sighed. This girl is going to be the death of me. He should probably accept the fact that this was one puzzle he wouldnât be able to solve.Â
He leaned back and his hand brushed against something rough. He glanced at it. It was a jacket. Not one of his. The civilian must have left it.
He smiled. Guess he was gonna see her a little sooner than he thought.
Part five here
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Did I read somewhere that you're like 15? Or...? I have no idea what I was even doing with my writing at 15 XD
16 now XD. And thanks! I had started writing some stuff for fun and practice and I thought it would be cool to post it. See if people would like what I wrote. It seems like it all worked out pretty well! Everyone's really nice!
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Hi!
I was wondering if you could continue this snippet if you felt like it? It's really cool and i would love to see more of these characters, but no pressure if you don't feel like it!
Have a nice day! â¤ď¸
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Part two here
The hero was exhausted. Heâd been on wild goose chases for the past three hours and had to stop a bank robbery on the other side of town. He wasnât up for any villainous grandstanding today, just beat him, grab the civilian, go home: thatâs it.Â
But of course it was going to be more difficult than he thought it would be.
He crashed in, taking out any nearby security guards. The warehouse was dark and foreboding.Â
Of course.Â
âVillain! Come out you coward!â He shouted. There was no answer aside from a crackle of electricity up ahead. The hero cautiously moved forward. There were random empty pallets, large dusty metal shelves, broken down equipment: all of it convenient places to hide.Â
But it wasnât in the villainâs nature to hide.
Blue electricity illuminated his face. âTook you long enough.â He was leaned up against one of the shelves.Â
The hero tensed, but the villain didnât strike.
Not yet.
âJust giving you enough time to turn yourself in. Looks like you're picking the hard way.â
He only hummed at that, blue electricity still dancing on his fingers. âYour girlfriendâs been waiting for you.â
Oh yeah. She was probably pretty angry with him by now. "If you hurt her . . ."
The villain chuckled. "Don't worry Hero, I wouldn't hurt her without you here to see it."
âWhere is she?â
Just like that, a light behind the villain switched on. The civilian was sitting tied to a chair in the center of it. But she didnât look angry or annoyed like usual, she looked . . . amused?
âHi Hero, howâs it going?â
Huh.
âUm, fine. You?â
She shrugged. âI could be better.â The villain shot her a quick glance. âOh but donât get me wrong, I am absolutely terrified right now,â she clarified.Â
He examined her. She looked completely normal. Well, nearly normal. She was smirking now.Â
There were two things that were weird about that. 1. He had never seen her wear anything even remotely close to a smile. 2. The smirk wasnât directed at the hero, but at the villain.
What was going on?
***
The civilian felt a little guilty for ruining the whole âintimidating atmosphereâ the villain clearly wanted to have, but she couldnât help it. The little glares he was giving her only made it worse.
The hero was clearly confused, so she forced herself to bite back her smirk. âSo you two gonna fight now or what? This chair isnât all that comfortable.â
Both the villain and the hero just looked at her.Â
Right, gotta get through the banter first.Â
The hero kept quizzical eyes locked on her and, while he tried to figure out what was going on, picked the first one liner he could come up with, âLet her go.â
Eh, not his best.
But of course, not to be outdone, the villain replied, âCome and get her.â
So they fought for a while, the hero zooming this way and that way, the villain shooting brilliant shots of lightning just milliseconds behind the flying hero.Â
As a result, the lightning strikes that didnât hit the hero hit shelves and the walls, blowing the former to pieces and leaving giant craters in the latter. The civilian guessed it really didnât matter since the place was abandoned, but naturally as soon as she thought that, that was when the hero flew right behind her.Â
What was he thinking?
The villain automatically sent a blast after him. It was so close she felt it singe her hair. She yelped.
The villain immediately stopped shooting. He turned to her, his eyes flashing with concern.
But that only left an opening for the hero to strike and, against her better judgment, the civilian cried out, âBehind you!â
The villainâs hand shot out and electrocuted him. The hero collapsed. Knocked out or worse, she didnât know.Â
Why did she do that? Â
The villain picked up the hero by his shirt, his other hand glowing dangerously.
The civilian thrashed against her restraints. âWait, wait, wait! Stop!â
The glow in his hand slowly faded.Â
A pause.Â
The villain then turned to her and dropped the hero like a sack of potatoes. He walked up to her and proceeded to. . . untie her?
âWait, why- you listened to me?â
The villain finished and pulled her up.Â
âI realized if I killed him, I wouldnât have an excuse to see you.â He raised a brow. âUnless youâre already sick of me?â
Caught off guard again. âOh! Well, I-um, yeah I guess I could stand a little more of you.â
He smiled. âGood.âÂ
The hero started coughing.Â
âYou better help him out,â the villain said.
âRight.â The civilian grabbed the heroâs arm and slumped it across her shoulders. She wasnât even thinking about how heavy the hero was when she walked out.Â
All she could think about was the villain. Â
And how angry the hero would be once he woke up.
Part four here
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Hi! I know you literally just posted the snippet where the civilian is always getting kidnapped, but I NEED a part two!!! If thats okay of course, absolutely no pressure!! đđ
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They had gotten back to his âevil lairâ fairly quickly. The civilian was surprised at how ⌠normal looking everything seemed. Of course it was still a villain hideout after all so, of course, it was a warehouse outside of town and had guards at every entrance. But the inside was nice. Two thirds of it was warehouse stuff, but the other third was a walled off living quarters: kitchen, study, living room.Â
She noticed him observing her, so she masked her intrigue by telling him he was slacking because every other villain hideout sheâd been to had been significantly more sinister looking.
He just raised a brow at that remark.Â
The civilian had promised herself sheâd try to be more weary about his offer to sleep when she got there, but as soon as she saw the couch, she crashed and was out like a light.
 Three hours later, she woke up with no idea where she was. She pushed herself up cautiously. The villain was sitting in a chair, silently reading a book. Oh yeah, kidnapped again.
His eyes didnât leave his book when he asked, âHowâd you sleep?â
The civilianâs mouth felt like it was filled with putty, so she didnât answer immediately. She felt her hair: crowâs nest. She touched her face. It was embarrassingly wet. Sheâd been drooling.
Maybe he didnât notice.
She looked back over to the villain. There was a small smirk on his face.Â
Oh he definitely noticed.Â
She fought back a blush trying to creep up her face. âOh you know, same old nightmares.â
He glanced up, his smirk widening into a full smile. âYou canât tell me I actually managed to scare you?â
She chuckled. âItâs cute you think youâre as scary as flunking finals week.â
That captivating brightness returned to his eyes. âSo none of it scares you?â
A small part of her, perhaps that part that found his interest so fascinating, wanted to tell him the truth. The truth that she did get scared sometimes. That her nightmares werenât about school, but about the possibility of a villain actually deciding to kill her. Or about the hero being unable to save her.Â
A small part of her wanted to, but she shoved that down immediately. There was no way she could tell him that.Â
She just shrugged. âThe first couple of times, but you villains are all the same. Come up behind me, jumpscare, get taken to a not-so secret lair, get dangled over sharks, or piranhas, or whatever.â She stood, using her hands as she continued, âTell me that, âHero canât save you this time!â, then Hero comes, villain monologue, they fight- Hero wins.â She folded her arms. âIâve seen it all before, got anything new for me?â
The villain set his book down for the first time this conversation. He stood and walked up so they were only inches apart. She kept her feet firmly planted and looked up into his eyes.
His voice dropped back into that low and smooth it was when he first talked to her. âWell youâll just have to wait and see, wonât you darling?â
She couldnât fight off the blush this time. She couldnât even bail herself out with a quick remark.Â
She was thoroughly, hopelessly tongue tied.
He brushed a lock of hair out of her face, looking a little too pleased he was able to catch her off guard like that.Â
And his words only kept the train going. âWhy did you get rid of your tracking device?â
Her eyes widened. âUhhhh . . .â
She was saved having to answer that by a sudden loud crash outside. A familiar, little bit angrier than usual voice rang out, âVillain! Come out you coward!â
 The villain rolled his eyes. âRight. Well Iâm sorry for this interruption, but do you mind?â He gestured to the chair. âGotta keep up appearances, you know?â
She smirked. âOf course. Canât have Hero thinking youâve gone soft, now can we?â
He smiled. âYou're so considerate.â
"I know."
Part three here
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Hi!!! May I request some sort of villain x civilian?? Maybe the civilian is getting threatened by another villain or hero??
Thanks! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
It wasnât like the Civilian looked for trouble. Really everything about her screamed background character. But of course the one time she ran on main street instead of the backroads, she got kidnapped by a villain. And not just any villain, oh no, the supervillain. The hero, living up to the job description, of course saved her. And, of course, the media weaved a whole tapestry of an amazing love story between them.Â
He was nice. Muscly and whatnot.Â
Yeah . . . that was pretty much it.
Ever since then sheâd been kidnapped twelve times by a whole myriad of maniacs and psychopaths, even though she had made it her personal mission not to talk to the hero ever again aside from the brief âthanksâ exchanged after each rescue.
How he got her number she didnât know.Â
âHey Civilian, howâs it going?â
âWhat do you want?â
âUmm, well,â he gave an uneasy chuckle. âThereâs this villain giving me a little trouble, could you . . . wait on the roof of the Enterprise as bait?â
âOh youâve got to be kidding me.â
âI know! And Iâm sorry, but this would be a great help.â
The civilian sighed, âNow?â
âPreferably.â
The hero looked at her watch. She pinched the bridge of her nose. âYou couldnât just be good at your job and find him yourself?â
â...â      Â
âOf course not.â
âPlease. It wonât even take that long, Iâll give you a tracking device so I can find you faster.â
She didnât reply.
Now it was his turn to sigh. âYou know I wouldnât ask if it wasnât important. Weâve got to stop him before he hurts anyone.â
She could only imagine what kind of puppy dog expression he would give her if they were talking in person.Â
She was going soft.Â
âAlright, fine,â she growled. âBut never ever call me again.â
âThank you so mu-â
âYeah whatever.â
***
So here the Civilian was, waiting to get kidnapped.Â
Again.
She wondered what sort of villain it would be. Over the top? Sinister? Sympathetic? Sometimes she made bets with herself. It was a good way to pass the time while running.Â
She should really consider getting herself a treadmill.
The Civilian felt a little bad for how curt she was with the hero earlier. He was just trying to help people. And this was clearly the easiest way to draw villains out. She was just tired. Maybe she could get some sleep after the whole âthreatening before kidnappingâ thing. Of course sleeping tied to a chair wasnât very comfortable. But it was more comfortable than dangling off a building. Less comfortable than a cell though.Â
Cell
Chair
Building
Yeah thatâs about right.Â
She guessed she was so used to this whole routine by now that she wasnât surprised by a voice from behind her. âDo you normally sit on the edge of buildings?â
She spared a glance behind her. The villain was leaned up against the door to the roof. âI like a little danger.â
He smirked. âOh really?â His voice was low and smooth. âIs that why youâre dating Hero?â
She raised a brow. âYeah that and the abs.â She left her perch, stood, and folded her arms. âSo you gonna kidnap me now? Iâm not that fun to be around, trust me.â
He looked her up and down, probably noticing the tight line that was her mouth, the bags under her eyes, and her chewed off fingernails. âYou seem used to this.â
âYou have no idea,â she replied.
He matched her folded arms, still casually leaned against the building. âWell I canât kidnap you just yet.â He winked. âGotta see if this is a trap or not.â
A ghost of a smile crossed her face. âYouâre a little more perceptive than they usually are.â
âIâll take that as a compliment.â
This guy was . . . interesting. âI havenât seen you before. New around here?â she asked.
âYou could say that.â
Vague. Very vague. âWell you got any powers, new guy?â
He pushed off the door and spread his hands. Electricity arched between his fingers. She watched with wide eyes. It was kinda pretty.Â
Pretty?Â
She cleared her throat. âItâs alright.âÂ
She was surprised he wasnât trying to intimidate her, like the villains usually did. He was fully capable though. A head taller than her, calculating eyes, athletic frame, and powers to boot: he could give the hero a run for his money.Â
The electricity sizzled out. âSo you usually wait around to get kidnapped, or is this just my lucky day?â he asked.
Well, she guessed it was kind of obvious what the heroâs plan was. Heroesâ pretend girlfriends donât just wait around on buildings for no reason. âI mean, it would get this over with quicker if you fell for it.â
He chuckled. âIâm guessing your relationship with the hero is just a business deal?â
âIf it was a business deal, Iâd get paid.â
He actually laughed then. She felt a flush creep up her cheeks. âWell I have to say Iâm surprised,â he said.
âHow so?â
âYouâre the envy of the town, darling. Any girl would leap at the chance of being rescued by Hero.â
She shrugged. âYeah well donât get me wrong, newbie. Iâm quite head over heels smitten. But I think Iâll take a nap over being rescued for the thirteenth time.â
He didnât say anything for a moment, just a slight smile on his face and his eyes all-too observant. She just tilted her head. Two can play at these mind games.
His eyes brightened a little.
âHow about I make you a deal?â he finally said. âIâll kidnap you, but you can have a couch.â
Her brows furrowed. âBut you know itâs a trap.â
âIâll take that risk.â
She considered it. It was a better deal than she usually got.Â
Which was no deal, actually.Â
âYou know, I could just sleep at my house.â
He smirked. âI donât know if youâre new here, but thatâs not how this kidnapping thing works.â
She actually smiled now. âAlright, fine. But I still protest.â
âDuly noted.â
As they headed downstairs, she tossed the tracking device. Let the hero take his time, she didnât mind a little more conversation with the villain anyway. Â
Part two here
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Hello~! ^.^ Do you have any rules against what stuff you're willing to write? Sorry for the question. I've bookmarked your snippets for later but haven't gotten around to reading any of your work. Like, do you only do fluffy, cute hero/villain stuff? Do you do serious work? Gore? Violence? Apologies again if this is on your blog somewhere I couldn't find it ^.^ Thanks in advance~
I have written serious stuff before and some fluff, but I only like doing fluff if it's earned most of the time. I'm not really into excessive gore, and I won't do NSFW. I usually write what's been rattling in my brain like if I think a certain relationship would be interesting to explore or an action scene. I hope that makes sense, I can't explain very well đ
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Do you have any favorite books? And have you read the Captive Prince Trilogy? :p
I would say some of my favorite book series are Alcatraz vs the Evil Librarians (absolutely hilarious and creative). And Story Thieves because every book in the series changes genres while following the narrative and I think that's really cool. I haven't read that series but I've heard it's good. I'll add it to the list for sure!
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Writing Snippet #41
Part one here
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The villain remembered their first fight with the hero like it was yesterday.Â
Standard disintegration device, of course they werenât planning on using it immediately. They liked a good fight. But all the heroes sent to them lately were a little . . . lackluster to say the least. So they werenât expecting much when a kid came crashing through their window.
They were expecting payment though.
âDid they not teach you manners in that barn for a hero school they have down there? Giant window panes donât grow on trees!â
   The hero stood and brushed shards of glass off their clothes. They almost looked remorseful when they said, âOh Iâm sorry, do you want me to pay you before or after I take you to jail?â
A little cocky. The villain chuckled. âNo manners and no respect, youâve got a name kid?â
The hero shrugged. âIâll get my name when I bring you in. You gonna make this easy and surrender?â
A lot cocky. The villain examined the hero. They were young, lithe, and had some steel in their eyes. The villain found it odd that they��d never seen them before.Â
Must be new, they mused.Â
âWell someoneâs gonna have to teach you a lesson, might as well be me.â The villain tensed into a fighting stance. Â
The hero smirked. âBring it.â
The hero took off. It was a little difficult to get a hit at first, what with the hero zipping in the air like a hummingbird, but soon enough they got too close. The hero swooped down trying to go offensive, but the villain sidestepped, grabbed them by the shirt, and punched them so hard they landed into the wall.
Usually it only took one hit.Â
Usually it ended with the hero unable to get up or them fleeing out the door.Â
Usually the villain was disappointed.Â
Thatâs why they were surprised when the hero got up, spit blood onto the floor, and smiled.
âYouâre gonna have to try harder than that.â
***
That was 6 years ago. The villain had watched the hero get better and better. They watched them fail at the hands of supervillains and they watched them brush themselves off and fight again.
The villain knew that the hero didnât have parents, so they . . . took them under their wing so to speak. Of course the hero still had that ego problem, the villain also considered it their job to keep that in check.
Looking at the hero now buried in drywall, the villain couldnât help remembering that first fight. Â
Time for another lesson.
âCome on hero, I know youâre out of shape but I still expect a little challenge.âÂ
The hero didnât stir. The villain inched closer. âHero?â Uh-oh. Maybe theyâd taken it too far.
But the hero wasnât as out of shape as the villain thought. They shot up like a bullet, grabbing the villain by the shirt and blasting out the window.Â
 Their faces were inches apart.Â
âOh you still remember how to fly? Youâre full of surprises today.âÂ
The hero dropped them.Â
The villain hated when they did that.
They landed, cracking the asphalt while they were at it. The hero hovered over them. âThat was really rude you know,â the villain coughed.
âYou destroyed my TV,â the hero countered. âIf anything weâre even.â The hero then stretched out a hand to help them up, âCome on, this is dumb. Iâve already made my decision.â
The villain grabbed their hand and threw them across the street. âAnd you didnât think of anyone else when you made it! Who am I going to fight with now?â
The hero stumbled to their feet. âI need a life! You know how many movies Iâve missed out on?â
âRomantic comedies arenât even that good!â
The hero gasped. âYou shut your mouth!âÂ
âItâs true. You know it. I know it.âÂ
Hero flew back, slamming the villain into a nearby convenience store wall. âI know what youâre doing. But I canât do it all anymore, Villain. I stayed up every night wondering how much time I had left, and how much time would be spent trying to fix my broken bones alone.â The heroâs voice shook. âI justâŚI canât.â
The villain scoured their mind for anything that could convince the hero. Because even though they thought no one needed them, the villain did. They needed that know-it-all kid in their life.Â
And the villain found a way to get them back.Â
Even if it made them want to throw up.
âWell . . .â It was difficult to think, let alone spit out. âMaybe you donât have to be alone.â
The heroâs eyes narrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
âOh donât make me say it.â
A slow smile started to spread across the heroâs face. âWell I donât know what youâre saying. Maybe I should just go back to watching my show?â
The villain rolled their eyes. âYou still need manners,â they muttered.Â
Looking at the heroâs smug smile, they wanted to take it back and keep fighting. But they just groaned and spat, âIâll . . . help you fight crime, I guess, whatever.â
âYouâd do that?â
âUgh, donât make me regret this, kid.â
The hero was too shocked to speak for a minute. All those pleas to join them on the heroâs side had not fallen on deaf ears like they thought. The hero set them down. âWell-I ⌠just-â
The villain held back a chuckle. âDonât worry about it.â
The hero smiled. âWell now thereâs just one thing left to do.â
âNow what?â
***
The hero and the villain were sitting on the new couch, admiring the new TV, and finishing the new movie.
Which, by the way, was waaaay better than the villain gave it credit for.Â
The pizza wasnât half-bad either.
âSo contrived,â the villain grumbled.
âPsh, you know you love it.â The hero gave them a sidelong glance. âAlmost as much as you love the footie pajamas?â
âShut up.â
The hero just laughed.Â
But they were right.Â
The villain loved their footie pajamas.
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Writing Snippet #40
Pizza.
The hero had ordered pizza.
Now they considered themselves reasonable with their expectations. A pizza guy would bring a lukewarm five-dollar quality pizza in thirty minutes or less, the hero would pay, give him a tip, and heâd be on his merry way.
There was no pizza guy.
There was no lukewarm pizza.
The hero felt more distressed about that fact than losing their secret identity.Â
âHello Hero-â
The hero slammed the door on them. Then they slumped back on the couch.Â
I wonder if Rob and Shelly will get back together. I hope not, sheâs waaay better off with Michael.Â
Another knock.Â
Then again, Rob does have that yacht.
A louder knock.
Iâd take that yacht.
Thatâs when the door came down. The hero glanced over, the door was broken in pieces on the floor. The villain marched over and stood between the hero and the TV.Â
âI was watching that.â Â
The villain didnât say anything, their mouth was just pressed into a firm line, their face fixed into a scowl.
The hero raised a brow. âDo you want something? Because, frankly, Iâm a little busy right now.â
The villain punched a hole through the screen.Â
The hero sighed. âIâm guessing this means I have to get up?â
Still that scowl.Â
The hero sighed again. âFine.â They sluggishly swung their legs off the couch and stood up. âYou should smile more,â they said to the villain with a pat on the back as they walked to the kitchen. âYou want pizza? Itâll be here in about . . .â They looked at their watch. âTen minutes.â
âI canât believe this!â
âYeah I know, but trafficâs bad, these guys are doing their bes-â
âI canât believe you!â The villain exclaimed. âSitting on the couch, the complete disregard for your secret identity, havenât seen you in weeks! And . . . what are you wearing?â
âFootie Pajamas.â
The villainâs mouth was agape.
âI can find you a pair if you wa-â
âI donât want a pair.â
The hero shrugged. âYour loss.â
The villain was now pinching the bridge of their nose. âThe city almost got blown up like five times.â
âBy you?â
âOnly three times were my fault, but thatâs besides the point!â
The hero popped open the fridge and downed the rest of the milk, then threw the empty carton back in. âAnd what is your point?â
âWhat happened to you?â
âUmm Iâm finally getting to be normal.âÂ
âYouâre a superhero!â
âYeah a superhero that doesnât have hobbies, that doesnât have friends, that literally canât have a boyfriend/girlfriend because someone might threaten to kill them!â
The villain didnât meet the heroâs eyes after that part.
âSo yeah, maybe I wanted a little break. A little break from nearly dying all the time.â The hero topped off that statement by stuffing the leftover half of a cinnamon roll in their mouth.
âBut you canât just give up!â
The hero gestured to the apartment, âClearly itâs too late for thatâ was what they tried to say, but with their mouth full it sounded like âEary ih ooh ay or at.âÂ
The villain got the picture. âBut the city almost blew up without you!â
The hero swallowed. âBut it didnât. And besides you have those new hotshots to stop all the villains.â
âI had to stop them! Those new âhotshotsâ didnât do anything!â
âSo since you almost blew up the city three times, you just had to stop yourself?â
The villain almost looked offended. âIâll have you know that it took a lot of self-restraint on my part.â
The hero brushed past them back to the couch. âNobody needs me Villain.â They plopped down. âNo one to come home to, no family to worry about me, clearly no one needs me to save the city anymore. Whatâs the point?â
The villain didnât say anything for a long while. The hero didnât look at them.Â
Finally after a bit, the hero spared a glance back at them. The villainâs gaze didnât look pitiful like the hero feared.Â
No. It was angry.Â
âGet up.â
âWhy-â
âGet. Up.â
âIâm not going to get up.â
âAlright then, have it your way.âÂ
Thatâs when the hero got punched through a wall.Â
Through the chunks of plaster and drywall the hero could faintly hear the villain chuckle. âHow does your way taste?â
Oh itâs on.
Part two here
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Writing Snippet #39
Everything burned.
Her throat, her eyes, her skin. The hero was starting to wonder how long it would be until she looked like her surroundings, consumed by fire.
But of course none of it touched her. Powers are useless when the user is dead.
So no, she wouldnât die. Not yet.
As she ran she considered the possibility of throwing herself into the flames. She might lose, but so would he. But she couldnât bring herself to do it.Â
Coward.
The hero sprinted on, the roaring of the flames deafening in her ears. At least it was drowning out those constant voices. They were the thing that got her into this mess anyway.
She could barely breathe now. She stopped and leaned on a tree not yet touched by the flames. She hacked a rattling cough into her sleeve. When she pulled back her sleeve was covered in black ash. She pulled her shirt over her mouth and nose, and she allowed herself a glance behind her. Fire, and a shadow walking through it like it was nothing.
The hero cursed herself for not having offensive powers. It wasnât like speaking with the dead could help her now. What were they gonna do? Tell her to run faster?
Even with her whole body protesting, she forced herself back into the sprint.
Her eyes watered, turning everything ahead of her into a blur. She tripped over tree roots, she choked on pitch black smoke, but she couldnât stop.
That is, until a wall of fire cut off her only way forward. She looked, but there was no other way. She was surrounded.
She collapsed to her knees, another coughing fit overtaking her.
âOh that sounds painful.â
The roaring seemed to get quieter at the sound of his voice, allowing her to hear it as clear as day.Â
The heroâs vision didnât allow much, but his blur walking near her was enough to send her scrambling backward. But that wall of flames didnât budge, so she couldnât move any further.Â
Her voice came out like a croak, much too shaky and fragile than she liked, âStay away from me or Iâll throw myself in.â
She couldnât see it, but she could almost feel him smirk. The flames disappeared just like that. It was eerily quiet now. The charred trees and ash on the ground being the only thing that remained of the flames.
âThere we go. Canât have you doing anything stupid, now can we?â
Her shaky breaths were her only response.
âI donât see why you had to make this so difficult, itâs a simple request.â The villain was standing right over her now. âAs simple as a single thought from you.â
She was on her back propped up by her arms. She turned her head away, taking deep breaths, staring at the ground. She didnât want to look at him. But he solved that for her by crouching down, taking her chin, and turning her head up. She wouldâve spat, but her mouth was bone-dry. She threw up a fist, but it was caught easily.Â
A single raised eyebrow was his only response.Â
âI canât let you talk to them. Any of them.â She managed to choke out.
His smile sparkled. âOh but darling, you donât understand. My planâs already in place, and you are the last piece.âÂ
âYour âplanâ is what Iâm worried abo-â She was hit by another coughing attack. He let her head go and just watched her hack with cold eyes. She had almost forgotten what cold felt like.
He waited until she was done to keep going. âWell, [Hero], you wonât have time to worry, now will you?â
Her vision swam blurry and black now. Her arms gave out from under her.Â
She was powerless to stop him from picking up her useless body. She only had time to process one more thought before she was out:
Who did he want to talk to?
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Hello! may I request:
Hero is assigned to torture a dangerous, lunatic, charismatic Villain who the police had him all chained up with power canceling cuffs in jail, to prove his trust and loyalty. The Hero has to ask him questions (about anything) while torturing him.
Hey this is a long time coming but hope you like it!
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She walked in the room, file in hand, eyes locked on the subject. Even after all this time, his gaze scared her. But of course she hid it, this was all about control. It was always a mind game outside the room, but now it has increased tenfold.
She sat and he spoke.
âWell isnât this adorable. How long has it been hero?â
She didnât say anything.
âIâve missed you. Have you missed me?â
She ignored the question, only opening her file. She didnât break eye contact, she had the whole thing memorized anyway.
âVillain, do you know why youâre here?â
His eyes narrowed a bit, but his smile widened. âSo official. You donât have to talk to me like that, weâre friends, we can be honest with each other.â
âAre we?â
âIâd say so. Friends know everything about each other,â he mused. âYou make it your job to know everything about me. And you are quite comparable to a book, hero. If one has the vocabulary, they know everything in it.â
She raised a brow, hoping her cheeks werenât as red as they felt. Theyâve had this conversation before. Knives to throats, blood and smirks. When she was still out in the field.
âYou donât know me.â
He didnât respond immediately to that. Heâd gotten a rise out of her, which is exactly what he wanted.
She moved on to the next question. âHave any other villains approached you in the past month? If so, I need them and their locations.â
âAnd why would I tell you that?â
âBecause you know what Iâll do to you if you donât.â
There was a small flicker of fear in his eyes. She knew she had wrenched some control back. As much contempt as he had for her, he couldnât deny her power. He had his, sure, telekinesis wasnât anything to scoff at. But he was locked down tight. He couldnât do anything to her. She had the freedom to do anything she wanted.
She stood, hands on the desk between them leaned forward. Their gazes were locked. âSo why donât we make this easy?â
That smirk might as well have been cemented on his face. His voice dropped low now. That voice he had when he was winning and she was pinned. âDidnât I say no lies hero? You canât hurt me.â
It was her turn to smirk. âCanât I?â
She reached out now, lightly touching his chained hands. Of course she had never felt the effects of her power, but the affected told her it felt like needles stabbing into every nerve she touched. Whenever they had fought before, his skin was covered. That made her powers void unless she could touch him. But now he couldnât hide.
His smirk was dropped now. But he barely reacted beyond that. She knew he would be tough, so she wasnât surprised. She stopped at his wrists and let go. He took a controlled breath.
âYou can make this stop, villain. Just tell me where they are.â
Despite everything he had the gall to chuckle. âI have to say Iâm impressed, hero. When I heard about your reputation, I couldnât believe it. My hero, the torturer. The hero with those ideals of justice and mercy. The hero that believed in redemption. Now youâre here, doing this.â
âIt gets the job done.â
âWas it me?â
The hero stopped at his tone. It was all serious now.
âWhat do you mean?â
âDid I turn you to this?â
She swallowed, then cursed herself for letting him see that. âWhen are you going to realize I donât care about you.â
His head tilted. âBut you did.â
âAnd it was a mistake.â
The smugness was back. âYou thought you could change me, your pet project. It was a cute thought hero, admirable. Naive.â
Her jaw clenched, but he just kept going. âTake that as a learning opportunity, hero. If anything I helped you. You were vulnerable. Now look at you.â
Yes. Now look at me.
She didnât say a word, only walking behind him and pressing her fingers to his temples. He gasped.
âYouâre right villain, I have changed. I want to thank you,â she said. âAnd Iâve changed my mind, you donât have to tell me right away. Iâm going to enjoy this.â
In the end, he wasnât much different than all the others. He broke just the same.
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