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Asking Courtship

It was almost pretty, the view that was—not Villain. Villain obstructed the view with his massive ego, and you know, the whole dangling Civilian over the city. Well, dangling wasn’t the right term either. Villain carefully held her in his arms as they flew over the city, bathed in an orange glow from the sunset.

“Let me down, please—slowly,” Civilian said.

A half-smile graced Villain’s face when they looked down at Civilian. “Don’t worry,” they said, “We’re almost there.”

She groaned and hoped that whatever scheme Villain cooked up this time, would wrap up quickly. She had to get home soon and finish getting the apartment clean. Still, she considered Villain far better company than her parents, so perhaps this would be a good excuse. Being kidnapped by a villain was the best of excuses, right?

Even without the excuses, Civilian couldn’t deny that she always found flying with Villain an interesting experience at the least. Well, interesting and slightly apprehensive were close enough to each other that it didn’t matter what description she used.

While the wind was nice and they never flew too fast, enough hero-centric horror stories had been told that she developed an entirely healthy fear of being sucked into a plane turbine or something equally gory. It didn’t help matters that Villain wore a cape, but, somehow, there had never been mention of a single cape incident in any of the records.

Not that Civilian had looked them up. Never. She maintained her rationality. And no, her fear was not paranoia. See, she was flying without panicking or any flight risk movements. She was perfectly fine up here. Besides Civilian could tell that the view was pretty. See? No paranoia here. Nope. Not at all.

Civilian clung to the view, hoping to erase the height from her mind. Pretty. It was pretty. If she focused on the scenery or her evening plans, she could forget about being in the air where planes could easily hit them before they ever saw a hint of Villain.

Relief flooded her as he finally set them on the rooftop—slowly and gently like Civilian had asked. Not that she chose to dwell on that. She merely took it in observation.

“You okay?” Villain asked, rubbing their side. “You were hanging on a bit tight. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have a new bruise tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you’ll handle it,” Civilian said, taking in his smile and joking tone. She shouldn’t be in the mood for this. She twisted her face up into a scowl proving just how much she disapproved of him deciding to kidnap her today of all days.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Villain said. “Are you okay?”

Civilian heaved a sigh, “I’ll be fine. I just need to get my bearings.”

“You’re always so calm. Are you sure everything is okay?”

She rested her hands to open her lungs more. “Yeah. So, what’s the plan for today?” She ran her hands down through her hair and pulling it tight against her neck. “You don’t often fly around that long. What? Is Hero standing you up?”

“I thought you’d like the view.” He shuffled and gestured towards the sunset. “And you looked like you were having a bad day.”

“And Hero?” She asked, trying to determine how she fit into the picture today.

Villain shrugged. “I don’t need her to do this. It’s not like I exist for her. I have my own life, you know.”

Civilian laughed at the thought of him dressed in white collar clothing and working in some cubical. “And so many friends to prove it.”

“Well, I have you, don’t I?”

“Sure thing, Fabio.”

“Fabio?”

“I don’t know, it’s something my Pops would say.”

Villain turned towards her. Huh, she hadn’t noticed how soft his face was tonight, but his smile shown just as bright as usual. “You know,” he said, “Every time I think I’ve got you figured out, you surprise me.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, ‘Fabio?’ ‘Pops?’ Who says those things anymore?” He started laughing for some reason. “Anyway. You sure you’re okay?”

Civilian shrugged, “I mean, I did just get kidnapped.”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“I’ve got company coming tonight.”

His face froze. “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

She waved her hand off. “It’ll be okay. The view is pretty.”

“Pretty’s what you say when you aren’t serious.”

She waved him off and sat down on the ledge, taking in the sunset in all its glory. “It is beautiful. It’s amazing how much color there is in the clouds. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” He sat down beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched.

“My parents are coming to visit.” She stretched her arms, trying to subdue the tension that had built up in her.

“Didn’t you say you had a good relationship with them?”

“Yeah, but they’re so nitpicky… They’ll clean the house for me and talk about the best way to cook and clean and everything.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, I’m an adult now. You’d think that they’d let me do things my way.”

“It sounds like they’re just trying to help.”

“They are,” she gestured towards the city below. “That just makes everything harder. I can’t get upset with them about it because they’re so nice about it.”

“I’m glad you have someone looking out for you.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “I was getting pretty worried about how easy it is to pick you up off the streets.”

“Well, sorry that I’m don’t have defenses against supervillains.”

He acted all bashful at the term though he was clearly trying to play it off in that melodramatic persona he put on for Hero. “Please I don’t deserve the honor.” For a long moment, they sat there in silence admiring the scenery before Villain spoke again. “I lied. I wanted to talk with you tonight.” He brought his legs up to the roof and sat, crisscross applesauce, facing her. “You’re a good friend. Probably the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Civilian adjusted herself to look at him.

“I’m serious! I mean, I know we didn’t get off to the right foot and everything, but you’ve become really important to me, and I don’t want to lose you, even as a friend.”

Oh, Civilian knew where this was going. She couldn’t keep her heart steady.

“And I know that I’m a villain and everything but, I’d like your permission to pursue you? Like, romantically?”

She knew her face flushed at the question. “I would like that on one condition.”

Villain’s posture snapped up, almost as though he were at attention. “What?”

“I get to pursue you too.”

Villain’s eyebrows scrunched up, “You can’t do that if I’m trying to pursue you though. That doesn’t make sense. It’ll be like running at each other.”

He was going to make her spell it out for him, wasn’t he? “I think I like you too. I’m not sure if it’s like-like or just like though.”

“Oh, okay. That’s fine then. We can try to pursue each other and see where it takes us.”

A small smile came to Civilian’s face, now feeling more comfortable. “Thank you.”

“I should probably take you home then. Need help cleaning?” He’d brushed off his pants as he stood up and offered his hand.

“How good are you at dishes?” She took his hand.

“I’d make a 5-star dishwasher.” He pulled her into his arms and took to the air once more.

“Great.”

Guess what? It’s Hero x Villain time :D

Quick thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, your advice & editing was very much appreciated :] Tw: Cursing ================================

Book Club

A book club. A fucking book club. Supervillain glared at Villain, who was adverting their eyes away from their gaze. They sighed, trying to not blow up over the fact that not only was the Villain HQ being shown off to civilians, but that it was advertised as a book club. Not even something cool like a fight club, but a book club.

    “Villain, I’m gonna give you five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right here & right now.” Supervillain growled, staring at the younger member. Villain flinched, a hand going to the back of their neck as they looked up at the supervillain. “Well?”

    “I- You see boss, I saw you reading Pan's Labyrinth yesterday & I was coincidentally reading it too, so I thought we could maybe get more people to read together. Plus the fact that you don’t really have any friends outside of work-” Villain cut themselves off as they realized what they said. Supervillain narrowed their eyes, arms crossing against their chest. It was true, being a supervillain often led to not getting much time outside of work, much less time to make friends who weren’t always planning evil schemes with them. Though, they didn’t want to admit it. Supervillain sighed, a hand going to rub their temples a futile attempt at calming themselves.

    “Listen, kid, I appreciate you wanting me to get out more, but you need to mind your own  damn business sometimes, okay?” They said, trying to keep their irritation at bay. Villain nodded, looking back down at their feet. “Now, go out & take down those posters before someone actually comes, alright?” Villain laughed nervously, once again raising a hand to the back of their neck. Supervillain raised an eyebrow at them.

    “Uh, heh, bout that..” Villain said, trailing off slightly. The supervillain groaned, unmasked irritation & anger in their voice. They gestured Villain to the door, a silent command to bring them to the idiots who decided to join the ‘Book Club’. Villain flinched, speeding to open the door for their boss before scurrying ahead to lead the way. 

After an incredibly awkward elevator ride, they made it to the lobby. The cheery elevator music did nothing to quell the tension between the two of them. The elevator opened with a resounding ping, & Villain hurried to ahead of Supervillain. They peered out to notice the single civilian, who was happily chatting to the receptionist about lord-knows what. The echoing of Supervillain's steps alerted Civilian to their presence, making them turn, a blinding smile wide on their face.

“Howdy! Are you the leader of the book club? I’m Civilian & I’m glad that there's still book clubs here in the city. These days it's all about social media & superheroes or whatever. So when does it start? I noticed that nobody else was here so maybe I’m just early? Oh well-” Civilian chattered, completely unaware of the confused & downright irritated supervillain in front of them. They were rambling far too fast for Supervillain to hear properly. They raised their hand in a silencing gesture, trying to get a moment so they could speak. 

“I'm very disappointed to tell you this, but ‘Book Club’ will not be happening today. My colleague here,” They jerked a thumb at Villain, who waved at them nervously, ”made a mistake on the posters. So you’re going to have to leave.” Supervillain finished. Civilian deflated at that, disappointment clear on their face. As much as they disliked it, Supervillain did feel a pang of sadness as they sollumley nodded.

“Alright then,” They said, not even trying to hide their disappointment. They began to grab their things when they paused, a small smirk creeping onto their face. “What about these then?” Civilian held up a basket full of pastries, fresh ones if the steam emanating from them was anything to go off of. Supervillain stilled, jaw dropping slightly at the move they just played. It was dirty, they had to admit, but then again, Supervillain liked the wit behind it.

“So you play dirty then.” They said, a small smile growing on their face. Civilian returned the gesture with their own shit-eating grin. “Both of you meet me in room 72, 12:00pm. Sharp.” They said, turning back to the elevator. 

And that's how Wednesdays at 12:00pm became known as book club days at HQ, & every meeting always had pastries baked by Civilian themselves.

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That’s all for now, have a good day/night :D

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Refuge.

Summary - Hero and Supervillain got into a huge fight that injured Hero fatally. No one would help them, so they only knew one other place to go to seek refuge; Villain. Angst

Part 1 | Flashback

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Familiar.

Summary - Villain's feeling annoyed when they find something about Hero familiar to them. After going on a stealth mission to steal documents at [ Hero HQ ], they find out why. Angst

Part 1

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A Caretaker.

Summary - After being defeated by Hero, Villain quickly fell unconscious. They found themselves in a random home, and slowly feel safe near the host.

Part 1

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Playing With Their Food.

Summary - Supervillain kidnapped Sidekick, letting Hero get away. Sidekick gets restless and angry, and Supervillain decides to play with their food.

Part 1

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A Caretaker.

I don't like how this one turned out. Feel like the beginning and end don't really match. I might remake it with a completely different plot if I feel like it :(

Summary - After being defeated by Hero, Villain quickly fell unconscious. They found themselves in a random home, and slowly feel safe near the host.

TW - Swearing, injuries, neglection, going missing, assumed dead

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“I-.. I won.” Hero panted, barely standing up while they stared at Villain’s body on the floor. “I bested you. I won.” If Hero didn’t pay attention, it would look like Villain was dead. But Hero could see the faint movement of fingers and their ragged breathing. “The deal was if I won, you’d leave.”

“I fuckin’ heard you,” they said, their voice barely over a whisper. “I’m not dead yet, no need to scream.”

“I’m not screaming,” Hero pointed out, “And you’re practically dead. You can barely stand up.”

“Whatever,” Villain mumbled, trying to stand up. A pain shot through their back and they fell once again, their tears and blood mixing. The area around them was once a city full of light and life. Now it was just rubble and dust. “I’ll… leave when I can stand up–”

“No. Get up.” Hero limped over and grabbed them by their hair, yanking them up. Villain let out a blood-curdling scream as they screamed. Their pleas and begs went over deaf ears. “You said you’d leave. Now leave!” Hero screamed, their throat feeling sore. When Hero let go, Villain couldn’t do much but fall back to the ground. Loud noises were all around them, clouding their mind. Their vision started fading as it grew blurry, but indistinct chatter was barely heard. They made our frantic questions, probably a news reporter, sounds of a vehicle and moving parts, and the yells of victory and worry. Villain didn’t need to see to realize it was others from the Hero Agency.

Their blurry figures rushed towards Hero’s weak state, but no one came for Villain and their broken body.

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Gasping for air, Villain shot up, breathing heavily. They instantly regretted it, as their entire body felt like collapsing on the spot. They groaned with pain and fell back on the soft, comfortable surface.

Wait.

They shot back up again, disregarding the pain and observing their surroundings. The ash-gray walls and gloomy bed were unfamiliar. Their breathing grew more frantic as their eyes darted around, looking for something they could rely on. Questions flooded their brain. Where were they? Who took them here? Did Hero–

“Not the best idea to be moving, the bandages might come loose.”

Villain perked up and looked around, spotting a figure leaning on the doorframe. Villain tried to get up, but the figure rushed towards them. Out of reflex, Villain flinched and tried to back away and go to the opposite end of the bed. The person realized and calmed themselves.

“I… I know you don’t-... know me, exactly, but I don’t have any ill intentions, okay?” They spoke slowly, letting Villain digest all of it. “Uhm…” They seemed awkward. “Oh! I, uh, I bandaged you!” They spoke, suddenly energetic. “Your arms, your back, basically everything was wounded. Bad, actually. Wounded bad.” They seemed odd to Villain. The way they talked and spoke seemed nervous and broken. Villain found it cute.

Still, being awed at something was no reason to let your guard down.

“Uhm… wait, you bandaged me?” Villain spoke cautiously. “Did… did you do anything–”

“NONONONONO!” The stranger quickly spoke, a blush coating their cheeks. “I did nothing weird! I am so sorry it seemed like that!” They ranted, their arms moving around as they talked. Of course, it startled Villain, but they were getting used to it.

“So,” they started, “You can call me!-...” They trailed off, lost in thought. The silence was awkward as Villain anticipated their response. Frowning, the stranger just shrugged it off while trying to change the subject. “Well, that doesn’t really matter right now–”

“You kidnapped me.”

“Either that or you’d bleed out.”

“Doesn’t make a difference.” Villain’s eyes narrowed as they looked at the strange, nervous mess in front of them up and down. “Who are you?” The stranger’s face turned slightly red.

“Just-.. Call me Civilian?” They chuckled nervously. Villain sighed. It was obvious that wasn’t their real name, but that would have to do. They weren’t in a position to fight, anyway. “Well, you don’t look too hot.”

“I’m fine,” Villain shot, “I’ve had worse.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not bad.” Civilian started to reach out to touch Villain’s back, but Villain tensed up. Noticing, Civilian backed down. “I–I’m sorry, but I’ll need to–”

“I can bandage myself,” Villain snapped, seemingly distressed at the attempted contact.

Civilian seemed a bit disappointed but nodded. “Right, uhm… I’ll get some fresh bandages. A–Are you hungry? I can go get something, or-...” They gave a nervous smile, attempting conversation. When Villain didn’t reply, their face fell. They murmured sorry and strode out.

The moment the door clicked and closed, Villain let out a sigh. They felt crowded, weak, pathetic. They felt humiliated. What kind of idiot gets kidnapped by a person so easily?! They were lost in thought, negative thoughts swarming their head.

God, they felt useless.

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After Civilian gave the bandages, nothing too much happened. They barely made small talk, but Civilian acted more like a caretaker than a kidnapper. Which, of course, was good in Villain’s scenario. Civilian was sitting near Villain on the bed, reading a book and tending to any of Villain’s needs and requests. The silence was deafening, and Villain felt weird sitting on the bed while eating the chocolate chip cookie Civilian baked. They wanted to say something, like a thank you for helping, or an apology for being a bother.

…

UGH! Villains weren’t supposed to feel soft. Emotion is weakness. Emotion is vulnerability. It’s everything they were taught not to do, not to have.

So why did being near Civilian make them feel safe?

“Uh, Villain?”

Villain snapped out of their trance and turned to Civilian. “Yeah?”

“You’re just staring at a wall.”

Oh.

“Sorry,” Villain mumbled. “Just lost in thought.”

Civilian giggled at them, and Villain froze. It wasn’t a mocking laughter like most would do. It was more teasing than anything. “No need to apologize. I was just concerned.” Civilian let out another small laugh. “Do you need anything else? Maybe another cookie? Or, you’d want something more–”

“Can you turn on the TV?” Villain asked. They stared at Civilian.

“Well… this room doesn’t have a TV–”

“Can you watch TV and tell me about it? Or do you have a phone instead?” Villain was curious about what was going on outside. Sure, there were windows, but they didn’t see much other than birds and buildings. Civilian seemed reluctant to let Villain hear about what was going on, making Villain feel anxious. “What… What’s wrong? Is there something I shouldn’t–”

“I’ll go get my phone.” Civilian quickly shut the book and set it on the nightstand. They shot up and walked out again, leaving Villain in the dark.

When Civilian arrived again, they sat down and held their phone out to Villain. They took it cautiously and looked. A video was pulled up, and they pressed play. It was a woman holding a microphone in front of a camera. And next to her?

Hero.

“This just in! After the recent disappearance, and supposed death, of Villain, the [ Hero Agency ]’s been grateful a giant threat was removed from the premises of the city. They were kind enough to let Hero,  who defeated Villain, speak with us.” She spoke enthusiastically, holding the microphone towards Hero’s mouth.

“Hi!” Hero said, sounding nervous. “Uhm…” They trailed off, not knowing what to say. The interviewer chuckled and spoke again.

“Mind telling us about your experience with Villain?” She started. Despite being uncomfortable, Hero still responded.

“Well, they were a damn good Villain. Always got up, fought with ‘passion’ and ferociousness, and…” They thought for a moment. “They were really creative.”

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“They always had different ideas than the rest,” Hero started, feeling awkward while discussing the person they thought was dead. “And a different personality than most. Usually, villains would be either cold and stoic or flirty and teasing. Villain was cautious of others. They’d try to think outside the box, figuring out traps and plans. But the day when-... when we were fighting, I think I caught them off guard.” Villain might’ve hallucinated, but if they knew any better, it seemed like Hero felt sorry.

“Now, what an incredible story to share! Mind telling us how you defeated Villain? Any specific tactics you used?”

“Sorry, m’lady, but that’s classified. You can understand, right?”

If she was disappointed, she hid it well under her plastic smile. “It’s aye-okay! Anything else you’d like to say to your new fans?” Smiling, Hero looked at the camera and waved.

“Bye! See you all later!” The camera closed and the video ended, leaving Villain confused, angry, and annoyed.

“What… they all think I’m dead?”

“Missing at least.” Civilian tried to speak calmly. “I didn’t know whether to tell you or not. I thought you might’ve tried to leave, and with your injuries still healing… I didn’t know what to do.”

Villain didn’t know how to feel. They were angry and annoyed Hero tried to act sympathetic and seem upset about their death. Hero would pull by their hair, and leave scars, yet now they’re pretending to be disappointed for some love and attention? They were upset Civilian didn’t show them this earlier. It would’ve cleared up so many thoughts stuck in their head, questions they thought would’ve been unanswered.

“I know you must be confused. I’ll give you a minute if you want–”

“Stay.” Villain quickly clasped their hand around Civilian’s. “Don’t leave me.”

Civilian was shocked at the sudden contact but gave a gentle smile. They held Villain’s hand as they sat in the chair again, a peaceful silence embracing them.

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You guys have no idea how much I hate this rn. Again, might recreate it with a different plot. I was originally gonna make Civilian a supervillain in disguise, but it didn't feel right after writing it. I hate this :(