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[amethystpath-writes]

Challenge Me

Hello! I had this idea around Halloween time when all the scary movies were playing about, so excuse the morbidity!

Warning for numerous mentions of death and vague depictions of a dead body

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Villain should have looked more unsettling. Pale, maybe, or even blue. Perhaps it was simply too good to be true. Not that Hero necessarily wished him dead, but the alternative was...her stomach churned and she reluctantly touched her own neck. If she thought about it too long, she'd feel the cold of that knife again.

This wasn't what she wanted, yet she was ashamed to admit her relief at the sight.

"You're debating who the real villain is."

She froze, staring at the body, wondering if she truly watched its still lips actually move.

I'm hallucinating, I must be. Hero stepped closer. Suddenly, the walls of the cell felt much closer. It was just her and Villain's body in this confined space. Leader had stepped away. 'So you can process without influence,' he said. She didn't mind or even acknowledge that he had shut the door until now.

Her hand waivered as she reached down, down, down until her second and third finger rested against the artery of Villain's neck. No beat.

If his heart wasn't beating, surely there was no breath. But that voice. It was so distinctly Villain's. Hero leaned down and held her own breath. Villain, too, held his, as all dead bodies did. That was until-

"Should I watch you convince yourself you've lost your mind?"

Hero was halfway across the cell before the body uttered its third word.

"Are you alive?" It came out as a desperate whisper, one so rushed she barely understood her own words.

"Depends on who you're asking." This time, the voice came from the cell door. Hero released a breath, relieved at the sight of Leader. It wasn't until she'd walked close enough to the bars of the cell door that she cocked her head. Shouldn't he have already opened it by now? Come to think of it, why had he closed it at all? It must have been her. She shut it subconsciously, right?

"I'm glad you're back. I didn't realize I closed the door behind me and you're the only one with a set of keys." She chuckled awkwardly, and tucked a strand of hair back, hoping it might also push away the thoughts of the body behind her, of it moving and speaking.

Leader smiled with closed lips and Hero noticed that, for once, his lips were chapped. He made no move to open the door, just stood there with his fingers tucked in his front pockets.

"Did you step outside while you were gone?" she ventured. Why wouldn't he open the door?

"Can't."

She wrapped her fingers around one of the bars, hoping to signal Leader to the door again. "You said he was dead, right? Surely, it's not HR's rules keeping you prisoner to the body."

The body. She was still in the room with Villain's body.

"Not Villain's. Look again."

Her brows drew together and she tilted her head. It was as if Leader read her mind, but she'd known him for at least three years now; he didn't have that ability.

"Sorry?"

"Look again," he repeated. His voice verged on amused, like he was waiting on someone's reaction to a sweet surprise.

"I'm okay," Hero said. Sweat was forming on the back of her next, against her palms, now squeezing the bars. "I've seen enough. I'm just- I'm ready to go home now, Leader. You have the keys."

"Look."

"Leader-"

He took his hands out of his pockets, and if Hero weren't so anxious, she wouldn't have noticed that it was his left hand which held the key to the cell door.

"I didn't know you were ambidextrous." Leader used his right hand, right leg, right everything for all tasks. Hero would know. They used to play games between missions; Inverted Hangman was the game. They would write phrases in reverse order, start drawing from the feet, and use their less-dominant hand. Hero and Leader were both right-handed.

"I'm left-handed," he said simply as he turned the key. Hero stepped back as the door swung open, but Leader gave her no time to step through. Instead, he blocked the way out. "When I tell you to look, I expect you'll do as I say."

His hand shot out in the next moment and grasped Hero's right wrist before twisting it. Her shoulder twisted with and she yelped as Leader grabbed her once again, this time by the shoulder. He pulled her until he was able to capture both shoulders.

Hero slammed her eyes shut and held her breath as her back was spun, held against Leader's chest. Not Leader. This wasn't Leader, and she knew what sight would be before her if she opened her eyes. A confirmation she didn't want.

Leader was dead, and the body on the table wasn't Villain's.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" There it was- Villain's voice, but this time it came from behind her. The body in front of her was as silent as before, only this time, she knew it would be pale, blue, cold, and unmoving. Dead. "I thought you would have figured it out sooner. This was supposed to be fun! Entertaining!"

Leader is dead. He was more than the leader of the team. He was a friend, and he was kind and fun and...and he didn't deserve this. Hero opened her eyes. "No." Leader wasn't just dead. He was...A whine rose in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut again.

"He was entertaining, kept bargaining. Leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this anymore. Please. She doesn't deserve this. Kind of like what you thought, huh? Come to think of it, he was a little predictable. Everyone is."

Villain's voice made her sick. She could feel the bile rise, taste it in the back of her throat. "Is that all you want? Someone to surprise you, say something you haven't heard before?" What could she say or do that would rid him? Was it even worth it? Leader was already gone, and if he were gone, so were the others.

"Probably. Haven't figured it out yet." She felt that smile of his creep against the back of her head, felt the slight pulling of her hair as his lips lifted. "The chase was exciting." Hero hated the way he spoke to her like an old friend having small talk one year after graduating from high school. "They hid you well. I just outsmarted them. It's crazy," he said, "I've had this type of...of access to the mind for years, and yet I still learn new things to do with it." The smile fell, and he whispered, "Can you feel that, Hero?"

The cold. The thin, sharp cold she was too familiar with. A blade. Hero didn't dare swallow, no matter how much saliva instinctively gathered on her tongue.

"What's even crazier," he ventured, "is that there's no knife at all. I just found it in that hazy corner of your mind which you try to keep hidden. You can't forget me, Hero, but I like to watch you try. I like to prove to you in every new way that you can't."

Why me?

"You were the first." He said it so sweetly, as if a body didn't lay in front of them, and a body they both knew to be alive at once. "You were confident. Told me to explore the ability. Told me it could do so much and I was wasting it by hiding. Aren't you just so happy I discovered I wasn't the monster I told myself I was?"

"There are other ways"- she gasped as the imaginary knife dug deeper- "to use your abilities. I didn't mean for you to-"

"Become this?"

She nodded.

"Predictable." He sighed, and the sting of the blade evaporated. "I'm going to let you go, and you're going to run as far away from me as you can, okay?"

"How can I run when you know my every move?" Still, she kept her eyes closed, unable to face Leader, and her arms were stiff as she was held back. She ached to run, but how could she?

"Challenge me, Hero. Prove to me that I'm not the monster I told you I was all those years ago, the monster you tried to convince yourself didn't exist. Prove it." He released her. "Run."

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Caught In 4K - Part 4/5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Regrettably, Hero did not spend their last moments wisely.

They lay in bed for a full half hour, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how they were going to die — before they realized they should probably go out and do something.

They hoisted themselves up and blinked at the setting sun outside their apartment window. They still had about an hour until Superhero called them back to the office; they might as well make the most of it.

Hero grabbed their keys and pulled on a jacket, exiting their apartment. They didn't notice Villain, who had been watching them ever since they got home...

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Villain peeked into the apartment, balancing on the windowsill. Hero was going out. Villain had explicit instructions from Supervillain to not let Hero out of their sight.

Well, Hero was out of their sight for now, but they'd no doubt emerge from the front door of the apartment building.

Hero stepped out about a minute later with their hands tucked into their jacket pockets, headed toward the center of the city. Villain peered down below, almost losing balance on the narrow windowsill.

They glanced up to the next platform. Too far to jump, but they jumped anyway. Their fingers caught on the edge, and they swung into the shadow below.

Villain resurfaced into an alleyway just ahead of Hero. They paused, waiting for Hero's footsteps to pass, before detaching from the silhouetted wall, remnants of darkness clinging to them as they reformed.

The sun dipped below the skyline, blackening the surroundings and making Villain's job easier. They took advantage of the multitude of hiding places, teleporting between shadows, and transforming into a shadow themself to avoid being spotted.

If Hero knew someone was following them, they didn't show it. But then again, Villain was confident in their abilities. They tailed Hero all the way to the subway, ducking into the dark spot beneath a chair. Hero remained standing, and from this vantage point, all Villain could see was their shoes.

Villain took this opportunity to look around, keeping themselves busy. They'd glance back at Hero's shoes whenever the train stopped to ensure they don't lose sight of their objective. Three stops later, Hero's shoes moved toward the exit, and Villain snuck out, an indistinct spot on the ground.

Villain darted to the nearest shadow to avoid gaining attention and watched as Hero ascended the stairs to the outside world. The dark spot started moving again, slinking up the steps and blending in with the shade cast by other people.

Villain momentarily lost track of Hero once they got to the top. They reformed, squinting in the gloom, until they made out a silhouette that suspiciously looked like Hero. Villain melted back into the dark as they gained on their target, always staying about six feet behind. With night fast approaching, they no longer had to stick to hard shade.

Villain internally frowned, wondering where Hero was going. The city was dangerous at night, not that Hero didn't know that. Hero might not even need protection if they got ambushed, and Villain hoped to hell they didn't get ambushed, lest they reveal themselves.

Eventually, Hero stopped, glancing at their watch before entering a diner. Food, then. Fair enough. Despite not having a stomach in shadow mode, Villain still felt hungry. Dinner would have to wait; their mission was much more important.

Villain waited around for fifteen whole minutes — the absurdity — before Hero finally emerged with a takeaway box and soda. They slurped the drink loudly as they headed straight for Villain.

Villain freaked out a bit, pressing deeper into the wall. Hero didn't even look at them.

Villain muttered under their breath as they trailed behind Hero again, who seemed to be in no hurry at all... until they glanced at their watch again. Their pace sped up and Villain was glad that they actually had to exert some effort to keep up.

They got back on the subway, heading even farther into the city. This time, Hero took a seat, digging into their meal. Villain parked themself under the seat across from Hero, watching them take big mouthfuls of their burger. If Villain had a stomach in this form, it would've growled loud enough to give them away.

The train arrived at Hero's stop, and they hurriedly packed up the rest of their dinner. Hero practically flew onto the platform, leaving Villain to scramble underneath the multitude of shoes.

Hero took the stairs two at a time, reaching the top and glancing again at their watch. They visibly relaxed, walking toward the Hero Organization at a little more than a leisurely pace.

Villain dragged themselves up to the top of the stairs, exhausted. Keeping this form for so long had taken its toll, but it was much better than being accidentally spotted. Villain saw the skyscraper of the Organization loom up ahead and could've swallowed.

What was Hero doing here? They weren't even on duty. Villain could've narrowed their eyes as they wound down the sidewalk.

Hero stepped inside the building, easy, but Villain stopped short. The inside was well-lit, and two security guards flanked the door. They would be seen for sure.

Villain rounded the building, taking cover in an umbra to reform and catch their breath. They couldn't follow Hero inside, but maybe they could spy on them from the outside?

Villain crept along the side of the building to the back, just to see the glass elevator shoot upwards and stop at one of the higher levels. Villain squinted, but couldn't make out who was inside. They scowled, becoming darkness once again and slithered up the shady building, steering clear of windows. By the time they got close enough to the elevator, its passengers had left.

The elevator descended, and came back up carrying Hero, who leaned against the wall, texting. Villain kept still as the elevator slowed, Hero picked up their food and drink, and exited. Villain stuck out halfway through the wall, a void-like profile, and peered through the glass, catching Hero turning left just before the doors closed.

Villain sunk back into the wall, focusing, and found themselves on the other side of the elevator. A jolt of pain hit them, followed by a crumbling fatigue. Villain pressed on, but they found their passage blocked by a large window that took up the entire floor in height. They leaned forward to peek in, and retracted immediately when they saw Hero enter the room.

An office. And upon a second, more careful glance, Superhero's office.

Villain couldn't hear what was happening, just see Hero's distressed expression facing them. Superhero's back was turned to Villain. They had to get inside.

Villain examined the room, getting a good feel for all the darkest shadows and best hiding spots. The obviously best and worst place was under Superhero's desk, or underneath one of the chairs. But Villain was becoming more drained with every moment of staying like this, and a larger shadow would be easier to teleport into without being seen.

So Villain, took a deep breath, concentrated, aimed, and dissolved...

...They blinked and glanced around, disoriented. They could feel themself slipping a bit, which was weird. All they could see was darkness, and then— oh. The window, Superhero, and Hero.

It hadn't worked. They must've been too exhausted.

Hero was crying now, their face flushed. Villain kind of felt bad for them, which made them wonder even more what they were talking about.

That information would be useful to Supervillain, that was for sure.

With no way in, Villain had no choice but to remain outside, keeping an eye on Hero. There were no ledges out here, and Villain was relieved when the meeting inside was finishing up.

Hero wiped their eyes, rising from their seat and taking some papers with them. Superhero got up, speaking with them a little bit longer. All Hero did was nod.

Villain was getting impatient. They needed to make sure Hero was getting back down to floor level, and when. They felt their hold over this form failing. If they didn't get to the ground soon...

Villain held on for as long as they could, regardless, feeling the burn. It was like holding on to a metal bar for too long, lactic acid replacing the oxygen in the muscles.

As soon as Hero turned out of the room, Villain slithered down the wall, reforming and popping out of the wall before they reached the ground. They gasped, taking in air as they collapsed on the concrete foundation.

A whir sounded beside them, and Villain glanced over to the elevator, settling and dinging. Hero stepped out.

Villain forced themselves up. They had to get to the front door and follow Hero. They stumbled several times, their legs like lead, and they held onto the wall for support.

Thankfully, Hero wasn't in much of a hurry to get home, but their mood never improved. Villain so badly wanted to know what was up without outright confronting them about it.

Villain became distantly aware that Hero no longer had their food or drink. Whatever. Maybe they threw it out. Their stomach rumbled again at the thought of food.

Villain couldn't take their shadow form anymore, so they stayed farther away from Hero than they felt comfortable. Dressed in their villain uniform, they would gather a lot of suspicion if they tracked Hero too closely. Villain kept an eye out, sticking to the darkness wherever possible, and giving streetlights a wide berth.

Yeah, they definitely looked suspicious.

Regardless, there weren't as many people out now, and the streets were mostly empty. Conscious of this, Villain's steps slowed and became as quiet as possible. Their stomach growled loudly, echoing in the silent night.

Villain stopped, eyes going wide as Hero glanced to the side. Villain wondered if Hero saw them in their peripheral vision and was ignoring them to give them the benefit of the doubt. Not that they didn't have any doubt. Swallowing, Villain crept along, sticking closer to the wall.

They almost jumped back when Hero took a sharp left turn, disappearing around a bend. Right, the subway. In this uniform and a bunch of citizens, there would be no hiding unless Villain took the risk and transformed again.

That was their only option, wasn't it?

Villain shifted just before turning the corner, hurrying down the stairs. Bright light hit them with alarm, and they prayed to whatever force was out there to not let them get caught.

Even in their blind panic, they noticed Hero was nowhere to be seen. Villain rounded the next corner to duck under the bench they knew would be there when they saw Hero already sitting on it, engrossed in their phone.

The briefest of hesitations, then a furious scramble. Hero's gaze shifted upwards, having seen a mysterious dark spot disappear under their seat. They leaned underneath, peering into the dark, and stared right at Villain.

Villain was practically hyperventilating. Hero was staring right at them, causing Villain to shrink in on themselves, making their form as unnoticeable as possible. They waited an agonizingly long time as Hero stayed there, their gaze flicking off to the side before they frowned, sitting up again.

Villain allowed themselves to relax.

The train arrived with a screech and a puff. Hero arose as the doors opened, allowing a few people to exit before stepping inside. Villain followed close behind, squeezing through just as the doors shut.

Most of the seats were empty at this time. Hero took one close to the door and pulled out their phone, crossing their legs. Villain snuck under their chair, already becoming quite worn-out. The brief respite they had from using their powers hadn't recharged them much.

Seven stops to home. Villain could make it.

The train ride was uneventful and silent, leaving Villain alone with their thoughts. They felt the train slow and stop, the doors rumbling open.

Six stops.

Villain's breathing became more labored. Their thoughts scattered as fatigue set in, forcing them to concentrate on holding their form. It seemed like an eternity until the train slowed down again.

Five stops.

They could make it, they could make it, they could make it. Villain shut their shadowy eyes and focused, their grip strengthening for a brief moment.

Four stops.

Their grip loosened for a brief moment, forcing Villain up and out of the ground. It took all their willpower to strangle down the exhaustion and regain control.

Villain had to make it. They had no choice. Just keep it down, hold on just a bit longer.

Three stops.

They had to make it.

Two stops.

They would make it.

One stop.

They... couldn't.

Villain burst out of the ground, hitting their head on the chair, and cursed. Hero's alarmed expression peered down at a scowling Villain, who was rubbing their head and whincing in pain.

"V-villain?" Hero's eyes widened. "What are you doing there?"

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Okay, so I've got a couple things to say about this, so sit tight:

I know it's long. I didnt know how, when, or where to stop, so I just kept going. I am sorry.

➥ On that note, if you liked the long story...good.

This part makes all the previous parts look trashy, so I'll definitely be expanding those.

I'm a lot better at writing description over dialogue.

I never intended this to be a series, which is why all the above things exist.

I'll definitely be continuing this story, but I wanna write other stuff too. Also I wanna do more frequent updates, rather than super long ones.

Once again, sorry for the wait, and thanks for your patience :)

[creweemmaeec11]

Pitch Black - Mini snippet "What are you doing here?!" Villain demanded, crossing their arms and glaring at the sidekick standing on their front step. The sidekick, however, didn't reply, instead pushing past the villain with strength and almost *desperation* that shocked the criminal.

"What the hell-"

"I need your help- I need- I don't know- I just- I couldn't think of anyone else to go to and- I had to tell someone and-" The hero's sidekick was nearly hyperventilating, pushing out words between their deep breaths that were nothing short of a rambling mess. They were pacing back and forth in tight circles.

"Sidekick!" Villian said loudly, just to get the other's attention. Sidekick flinched, wrapping their arms around themselves like they were cold before slowly turning to face the villain. Only then did the criminal notice how wet the other's eyes looked.

The criminal gaped at them for a moment, completely unsure what to do. Was this a fight? It didn't seem like one. Storming in through their front door seemed a poor way to go about stealing something. Was this a trick? They weren't exactly known for having a "soft side,"... but the sidekick was genuinely shaking in front of them. It would be a stupid setup for a trick, coming here all alone unless they weren't-

The villain turned back to the still-open door behind them and glanced around.

"I'm here alone, I- I swear,"

The villain took a deep breath and slowly closed the their front door, locking it before turning back to the sidekick in front of them.

Now what? Nothing like this had ever happened to villain. They had half a mind to just throw them down in the dungeon and be done with it, but...

"Living room," the Villain ordered, pointing. The sidekick did as they were told, heading in the direction with the villain close behind them until they entered a cozy-looking living room.

"Sit."

They perched on one of the couches, arms still wrapped around themselves. They eyed the villain warily. Yet, it wasn't the *villain* they seemed wary of. If the villain was being honest, the other seemed wary of their own bloody shadow.

They appraised the other for a few more seconds before sighing, letting a bit of the tension in their shoulders ease.

"Now, want to tell me why exactly you're barging into my home, unarmed, all alone, at midnight?" they asked, tone less threatening then it had been prior.

Sidekick's shaking seemed to increase, and the arms around themselves tightened. "I- I'm sorry, I just- Hero- I-" Suddenly they were crying, breathing increasing again, "Oh god-" they buried their face in their hands

"Are they dead?" Villain assumed, crossing their arms and half-sitting on the arm of an adjacent couch. Why the hell would sidekick come to them if hero-

"What?" Sidekick snapped up to look at them, eyes wide, "No, no, they aren't-" Sidekick shook their head, wiping their tears in an attempt to regather themselves. Villain sat quietly.

After another deep breath, Sidekick turned to look at the villain again.

"Hero had gone home early, with a cold. I went to the afternoon meeting but- but after it was over I went- I went to check on them- see if- if they needed anything," They managed, taking another deep breath.

Villain watched their fingers tighten on their knees, turning white.

"I didn't want to wake them if they were sleeping- so I let myself in the front door with my key. I found them in the kitchen, super groggy and out of it. Getting themselves a glass of water. It wasn't.... It wasn't until they turned to look at me...." Their voice seemed to break, arms coming to wrap around themselves again.

"And.....?"

"Their eyes were black" they whispered, like they were afraid to even say the words out loud, "Pitch black,"

The weight of the situation finally seemed to dawn on the villain.

"I- they didn't seem to notice, thanking me for coming to check on them before turning to go back to bed,"

"Are you suggesting what I think you are....?" Villain asked cautiously.

The sidekick nodded, "I couldn't go to anyone at the agency, what if-" They swallowed, "What if they already know? What if there are more? What if they all are-" They couldn't bring themselves to finish the sentence. "I couldn't think of what else to do but come here..."

Villain was starting to understand. It would take a pretty extreme situation for anyone to see their house as the safest option, but well....

Finding out the hero was a demon was a pretty extreme situation.

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Hii!

Could you write something about Whumpee having a nightmare and shaking, mumbling and kicking in their sleep. But. Caretaker is an empath and they send out waves of calm emotions, feelings of love, care and peace, until Whumpee has fallen into a deep peaceful sleep a faint smile on their face.

Thank youu

Hi!! Thanks for the request!! Sorry this took so long. I haven't written a general whump fic in a while, so please bear with me!

I hope you enjoy!

Content: nightmare, insomnia mention, brief mention of past captivity, implied past torture, mostly comfort

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Whumpee hadn't slept in weeks. Caretaker had tried everything, from calming tea to white noise, but nothing had worked. They'd even suggested a sleep clinic, but Whumpee had nearly had a panic attack at the very mention. At this point, they didn't know what else to do. Whumpee was clearly exhausted, so Caretaker tried the last thing they could think of.

Whumpee sniffled as Caretaker climbed into their bed with them, wiping away their tears and offering Caretaker more space than was necessary.

"I-I'm so sorry, Caretaker," they mumbled as Caretaker settled beside them in bed. "You shouldn't have to do this for me. I know you don't like sleeping around other people-"

Caretaker gently shushed them and brushed away their tears. "Don't be sorry, dove. I'll sleep better knowing that you're not alone. I offered to do this for you, remember?"

Whumpee sniffled again and nodded. "But I don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for my sake. You already do so much for me."

Caretaker smiled and brushed Whumpee's hair out of their face. "Now's not the time for guilt, dove. All you need to worry about is sleep."

Whumpee's eyes wandered. "But...what if I can't?"

"Then, I'll be right beside you. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Whumpee's lower lip was wobbling. "But, what if-"

Caretaker shushed them again, wrapping their arms around their frightened companion. "There's nothing to be worried about, dove. Just relax and close your eyes. I'll watch over you."

. . .

Caretaker was beyond relieved when they heard the evening out of Whumpee's breath. They couldn't remember the last time Whumpee had slept through the night, and they prayed to whatever god was listening that Whumpee would make it even half that.

It had only taken a little over an hour, which wasn't as long as Caretaker had expected. They were so proud of Whumpee. They had been put through hell by a despicable human being. It was no wonder they couldn't sleep. They were probably terrified of being plucked from their bed and taken right back to that awful place without so much as a cry for help.

Caretaker snuggled closer to Whumpee, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of their head. With their incredible relief came overwhelming exhaustion, and Caretaker's eyelids fluttered. Their body sagged against Whumpee's, and with a soft breath that ruffled Whumpee's tangled hair, Caretaker closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.

. . .

Caretaker awoke a few hours later to the sound of soft whimpering. At first, they assumed it was their dog begging for attention, until they heard spoken words.

"N-No, Wh-Whumper, p-please."

Caretaker's eyes snapped open. They quickly pushed themself into a sitting position and flicked on the lamp to their right. Their eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the person Whumpee was begging to. As their eyes adjusted to the sudden light, they recognized the emptiness of Whumpee's room.

"Please, no. I-I don't want it, please..."

Caretaker shifted their gaze down to Whumpee's small, quivering form. Their light curls stuck to their sweat-slick forehead and tears were oozing out of the corners of their tightly-clamped eyes. A quiet yelp escaped their throat, followed by more soft begging.

Caretaker absolutely deflated. They knew all about how awful Whumpee's nightmares could be. Whumpee told them about each one in detail, and they were all worse than the one before.

Caretaker hated seeing them like this. It broke their heart to see the brilliant, joyful, funny person they once knew reduced to something so pitiful and broken.

Caretaker forced a sad smile to their face. They'd always been told that they had a gift for making people feel safe, without even saying a word. They just hoped they'd be able to reach Whumpee through the horrors they were surely reliving.

Caretaker gently ran their hand through Whumpee's hair, softly caressing their tear-stained cheeks. They wanted Whumpee to know that they were safe, that Caretaker was never going to let anything bad happen to them again. They wanted Whumpee to feel loved and accepted and heard, despite the pain and the loss they'd experienced.

Sure enough, Whumpee's trembling seemed to slow, their whimpers quieted, and the wrinkles on their face smoothed out. Their tense body relaxed and they shivered beneath Caretaker's cool touch. Even once they'd calmed down a bit, Caretaker didn't stop caressing Whumpee and wiping away their tears and sweat.

As much as they knew Whumpee would feel guilty for it, Caretaker was beyond grateful that Whumpee had woken them up. They much preferred that to Whumpee waking themself up. If they were given the option, Caretaker would never sleep again if it meant Whumpee never had another nightmare. They didn't deserve to live in such fear and turmoil, and Caretaker vowed that they would do whatever it took to take that pain away from them.

Even if it meant hunting Whumper down themself.

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I hope this was okay!! I'm not used to writing regular whump fics, so I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's a little shorter than I intended, but I hope you enjoyed it!

If anyone else has any requests, suggestions, or questions for me or my characters, please feel free to send them to me!

[mrnlnwrites]

can you write something with the hero and her mentor? i would really like to see that in your style!!

“Block.”

Even in his prehistoric age (almost forty) her mentor moved like lightning, and the hero just barely avoided a vicious strike to the head. Their staffs collided, the shock of it sending quakes up her arms.

She grunted. Tried to push back against his attack. In return he simply hummed in thought, examining her form and strength. “You need to engage your core more.”

Her legs trembled as he pressed down with his weight, trying to get her to drop her stance.

In a desperate attempt she struck out with her foot, clipping her mentor in the knee. It threw her off balance, but he groaned and his leg jolted, giving her enough time to leap away.

She fixed her form, swung her bo staff in figure eights. Regained control and strength. 

Sweat dripped down her temple, cool and sweet against the burn of her skin. Her muscles ached and her bruises stung, but it felt good. For a second’s respite the only sounds were the dojo’s old ceiling fan and the sounds of their breathing. 

Then her mentor attacked again. He raised his staff, aiming for her left. “Block!”

A mix of his training and her own instincts had her stepping back with her left foot, shifting her body and turning her staff vertical to sweep his attack away. Immediately, her mentor leapt back and struck again, once again aiming for her head - she ducked to avoid it – and was rewarded with a strong swing to her stomach.

The hero heaved and slumped forward, letting her bo staff clatter to the floor. Holding her hands over her core and moving into a fetal position, she made incomprehensible groans into the mat.

She could feel her mentor’s dramatic eye roll without looking up.

“Come on, get up,” he extended a hand down for her.  “You did good, so we can take a break.”

She grabbed it, shooting him a smug smile that gave her another eye roll. “Let’s do swords next.”

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[arcadian-asgardian]

Ineffable husbands titbits 5/?

(except it's just Aziraphale this time)

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“Have you ever been to Heaven?”

It wasn’t a question Aziraphale had been expecting from this young person who’d come into the bookshop to shelter from the rain. They’d made a bit of polite conversation earlier, and Aziraphale had felt a little as though they had been scrutinising him with curious glances while they had sat at one of the sofas, flicking through their mobile phone and a few vibrant fliers they had entered with.

They seemed to float the question hesitantly, as if not completely sure, yet somehow reassured that Aziraphale was a good person to be asking. He wasn’t sure what might have led them to suspect that he was an angel, but he saw no harm in endeavouring to answer them truthfully.

Had he ever been to Heaven?

“Oh, yes. Many times,” he replied.

“Oh! What’s it like?” the young person asked him eagerly.

Aziraphale paused, before answering tactfully. “It’s… nice, if you like that sort of thing. Very clean. Lots of space.”

“Sounds good,” they nodded, though their enthusiasm seemed somewhat dulled by his answer. “But you don’t really like it then?” they probed.

“Not overly much,” Aziraphale admitted. “I’m afraid I don’t terribly fit in there. The others of my kind don’t seem to like me very much. And all the light tends to give me a headache.”

The young person winced in sympathy. “Ah, I’m sorry. That sucks,” they said. “You’d think they’d make everyone feel welcome somewhere like that.”

Aziraphale hummed a glum agreement. There was an awkward silence as both parties felt the thread of conversation grow thin.

“Is the music at least good?” they piped up at last.

“The music?” Thoughts of celestial harmonies and Climbing Every Mountain entered Aziraphale’s mind, and he tried not to look visibly disgusted.

“That’s not really to my taste either, I’m afraid.”

“Fair enough,” the young person shrugged. “Well, I guess it’s not the only gay nightclub,” they finished with a sigh.

Aziraphale blinked. “Sorry, gay nightclub?”

[the-modern-typewriter]

A hero and villain prompt (not romantic) with the concept built around the sentence “you never learn, do you?” In my head the villain says it to the hero, but I don’t particularly care either way. Thanks if you can, thanks if you can’t!

"You never learn, do you?"

The hero's breathing came hard, their wavering vision fixed on a spot on the horizon. "'Fraid not."

"Mm." The villain's fingers combed through the hero's hair, far too tender for the fury radiating from them. "Perhaps you simply enjoy these lessons."

"Perhaps the lesson is not one worth learning. "

They had been friends once.

The villain snorted. Their grip tightened, wrenching the hero's head back, their body off the floor. The hero’s forcefield spluttered, once, twice, before guttering out completely. Pain twinged up the hero's scalp. They closed their eyes.

"Look at me."

"No thanks," they kept their voice light. "I feel sick enough already."

But they both knew it wasn't just that.

"You've exhausted your reserves," the villain said. "Again."

"Like you care."

"You could escape for good if you stopped doing that. If you stopped coming out of hiding any time the city is threatened."

"Like. You. Care."

But of course the villain cared. And of course that changed nothing.

"I have to bring you back," the villain said. "Open your eyes. You don't need to make this more painful."

"You don't have to do anything. "

"Neither do you. This could be someone else's fight."

"I'll just escape again. I always do."

"Will you? Because the company is learning, even if you're not."

The hero swallowed.

The villain tugged at their head.

The hero's jaw clenched.

The villain clicked their tongue, frustrated. Inevitably, their other hand rose, wrapping around the hero's throat, cradling their spent and battered body against the villain’s hips. Power seeped from the villain's palm. It burrowed through skin and sinew where the eyes gave away to influence so easily.

The telepathic lessons were always the same.

Don't run. Don't resist. Do as you're told.

"Ridiculous, " the villain murmured, as the hero's eyes fell open, with no barriers or protection left in place to shield them. "Making me chase after my own bodyguard. I can't keep pleading to the board for you."

"Yes. Well," the hero rasped. "You never learn, do you?"

Eighteen months later, the cycle repeated again.

[chamoemileclown]

I would like to suggest rat Spreen or rat Vegetta

im always grateful when i get the opportunity to do stuff revolving around the less active members!!

[ziptiesnfries]

Meet Your New Owners

CWs: pet whump, “sold to One Direction”-esque scenario

The band—Singer, Guitarist, Drummer, and Bassist—walked into their tour bus and froze at the sight of Manager standing in the center of the aisle. “Um,” said Guitarist, his eyes trailing from Manager to the patent-leather leash she held to the figure the leash was attached to. “What is this?”

“This,” Manager announced, “is your new pet.”

“No.” Singer pushed to the front indignantly, staring down Manager. “Absolutely not.”

“Aww, but they’re so cute.” Drummer hung off Singer’s shoulder, making puppy-dog eyes. “Can we keep them? Pleeease?”

Singer opened their mouth, but Manager cut in. “You are keeping them. Your popularity ratings are down after your latest fuckup, and pets are popular right now. So” —she gestured to the timid little thing fidgeting next to her— “meet your newest publicity stunt.”

“Isn’t this kind of irresponsible?” Bassist, hanging back by the door, muttered under their breath. “‘Pets are a lifelong commitment,’ and all that.”

“Yeah,” Guitarist chimed in, “why couldn’t you have gotten us a dog instead?”

“That’s even more irresponsible, dipshit,” Bassist shot back.

The pet’s eyes darted around nervously, and they shuffled behind Manager a little. Manager patted Pet’s shoulder, but she kept addressing the band members. “I’ll take care of them from day-to-day. All you guys have to do is pose for pictures and be nice to them in public. It shouldn’t be hard. They’re a rescue, but according to the shelter, they’re very well-behaved.” She scratched Pet’s head. “Aren’t you, sweetie?”

Pet’s uncertain eyes brightened a little. They stood up tall, leaning into Manager’s hand. “Yes, ma’am. I’m very happy to be here. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Drummer, still clutching Singer’s shoulder, practically swooned. “They’re so polite!”

“This is weird,” Singer cut in flatly, shaking Drummer off. They gestured to Pet. “I mean, come on, that’s a whole human person. And pets are a new thing—how are there already rescues?”

“I don’t care.” Drummer shoved to the front, eyes shining. “We’re keeping them.” Pet smiled timidly at them.

“Yes, you are.” Manager passed off the leash to Drummer and breezed past her more disgruntled clients to the front of the bus. “Now, we’ve got a press conference to get to—and you’d all better adjust your attitudes by the time we get there, because this little stunt is going to do numbers with your younger fans. Let’s go!”

[amethystpath-writes]

Spare Him

Hello :) Could you do something where the hero and villain were lovers but the villain betrayed the hero somehow and now it’s super angsty and the hero is begging so hard for the villain to not do whatever they’re going to do (maybe getting on their knees to beg too, who knows) and it’s just SUPER ANGSTY :)) Sorry for the long ask, thank you very much and I love your writing!

A/N: As promised, although I feel like I filled this request before, here it is! Thank you for the kind words :)

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"Why are you here?" Villain's tone was bored and cutting. Hero missed his tone before; soft, like a caress or a smooth fur blanket that Hero couldn't wait to curl into at the end of the day.

"Do they trust you?" Hero asked, and though she had just arrived, she thought she manipulated the situation so well. This was until Villain smiled, his lips splitting ever so slightly to reveal his sharp teeth. Hero never found them fitting until now as she stood below his pedestal.

There was unspoken conversation between the two of them, and Hero felt humiliated, even though Villain was the only person who understood. He had betrayed her and it hurt to say the very least.

Villain remained silent, and Hero knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted her to keep talking, to keep asking questions, and to keep digging her own hole further into the ground at the face of his Council. They were lined up on either side of the throne room, surrounding her as she stood in front of Villain.

She obliged Villain's unspoken request. Hero would embarrass herself if it meant stopping him and his traitorous doings. "What are you doing this for?" She didn't want to say too much, didn't want to say something she would regret. Did his council know who stood before them aside from their own king?

"Elaborate."

But Hero couldn't, and Villain knew that. He knew who she was and why she was here even if she wouldn't state it aloud. He was playing a game with her, but this was dire to her.

Her hands were shaking. "I would like to request a private audience with you." The guard behind her held back a laugh; she could tell by the hot air on the back of her neck. It made her all too aware of how close he was standing. His presence was less threatening, however, than Villain's.

"It sounds as though you trust yourself less than me. You can't speak your mind in front of my council?" He raised a brow and gestured to the grandiose of the room, how everyone was listening, waiting to see why she had shown up- this girl who was alone in front of a king, and too afraid to speak.

Villain tapped his fingers against the arm of his throne. He still bore that half-amused smile. It made Hero's stomach churn, and for a moment, she had to stop herself from crying. His smile widened as if he could see the halted tears in her waterline.

However, his smile fell away in another moment, when he rolled his eyes, seemingly tired of his own game. As Hero concentrated on Villain's eyes, she realized they were no longer focused on her, and instead focused behind her. The guard. "Take her away."

"Villain, wait!" Still, a hand remained on her shoulder. Villain held a hand up and nodded. The hand slid away, but in its place, a weight held her down.

Hero was afraid. She was alive, and as great as it was, she half-expected to be killed when she walked in. It was part of Villain's plan; she was certain given his betrayal. She squeezed her eyes shut thinking about it, gave herself a moment to regain her composure.

The plan was to make a bargain, but not believing she would make it this far, Hero had no bargaining chip- only a plea.

"You killed my brother"- her head twitched and she recoiled at her own memory. Villain. Sword. Brother. Blood...She couldn't finish her request.

"And what? You took it personally?" He tilted his head at her, remarking her as though she were a curiosity, not as someone who he had ever loved, cherished, or betrayed. Villain's lips came to a satisfied close as his council snickered and jeered at Hero from their seats.

"I came to ask you a favor." Her chest was hurting, swelling with the thought of her request. She felt herself swallowing as she heard her own breaths, too loud in her own head. Villain's fingers tapping against his throne didn't help. "I know you plan to kill my last brother. I am sure you have planned to kill me, as well. While I don't ask for you to spare me, I ask that you spare him."

She paused for the briefest moment. Hero couldn't take her eyes off of Villain's hand, its incessant tapping. It reminded her of two things.

It reminded her of humid nights when she and Villain knew the guards in her homeland wouldn't be on standby due to the mugginess outside. They would go off into the woods, find a clearing, and lay down, then peak at the stars through the foliage. Villain would wrap an arm through her own and drum against it with his fingers. They felt warm, always warm.

The tapping reminded her of another moment, one more sinister. Her brother was a good man; he was going to make an even greater king. He would take his armor off, beat it into a sheet, and lay it on the ground for anyone if there were a puddle. And if that weren't enough, he'd walk away and let the armor become a bridge so that no one faced the puddle again. Oftentimes, he didn't wear his armor, and Hero scolded him for it. There was no scolding him as Villain killed him. Hero could hear her own screams echoing back to her now.

Though these memories happened over a course of years, they flashed across her eyes in a moment. She begged Villain, "Please let my last brother live."

"Speak up."

Hero could only close her eyes and bite her tongue. What she wanted to do, what she wish she had to capability to do, was to scream at Villain. Curse him for the love he gave and the terror he committed after- during. Hero would have never imagined Villain would betray her, would kill her brother in a passing moment.

It was a duel. It was meant to be a duel. But Villain grabbed her brother's shoulder so ferociously, so intently as he pushed his sword.

'First blood?'

Hero had been happy that Villain and her brother got along. Hero could still hear her brother's sword bouncing off the ground as he bled into Villain's chest.

'How about first one to stumble?'

Her brother didn't enjoy fighting and would only swing his sword while training. Hero was shocked he agreed to duel Villain.

And Villain held her cheek afterwards, fingers coated in blood. He told her that he would be leaving now. A brisk murder and an even swifter absence.

"Hero."

A knot formed in her stomach as her attention was recaptured. Villain stood in front of her, and his hand was reaching towards her cheek. Her chest shook with sobs as his hand touched her skin, and it was soft.

"Don't," she said, and she spoke quietly so that no one else could hear, save Villain, and maybe the guard if he were still behind her.

"What would you do?"

Hero hadn't realized she pushed her cheek further into his hand until she was looking up to meet his gaze. Did his love always look like curiosity? Had she been mistaking him all along?

"For my brother?" she asked, and waited for his single nod. "Anything."

He hummed, and his closed lips lifted into a gentle smirk. His thumb ran across her cheek bone, and Hero clenched her jaw. "Your life for his. On your knees."

Her chest quaked again and she swallowed. Without thinking, she dropped. "How will I know you won't kill him?"

It was in the next moment that she knew the guard was still behind her because his sword came to rest on her shoulder. The edge of the blade touched her neck and Hero found herself turning away from it.

"Because you will be alive to stop me should I try."

Looking up, Hero found the same grin Villain wore before as he shoved his sword through her brother. "I want you to kneel there and beg me to marry you." His voice was loud enough for all to hear, and the Council even began shifting in their seats, leaning forward, straightening their spines for a better look.

"Marry you?"

His eyes darted up, and in the same moment they found Hero's again, she felt the blade sink in just a little further. "Villain, please..." ...don't make me do this.

"Continue."

She tried to adjust her shoulder, to make the blade fall, but the guard just pushed it further than before. It took everything not to push it away with a hand. If her arms left her side, she knew the guard wouldn't hesitate to harm her. So she clenched her fists instead. Her breathing was perhaps the least controlled aspect.

"You want to save your brother, don't you?"

"Villain." She couldn't do this. She couldn't-

"Three," he began, "two..."

The back of her head was pounding and her heart was throbbing, beating against her chest like it needed an out as much as she did. Chills spiraled up and down her arms and neck. She shuddered.

"One. Take her outside. I will be there shortly." Villain turned his back and began walking towards his throne once again.

Hero felt the sword cut into her neck as the guard slid it away. She winced and her back caved as she felt relief. Tears streamed down her face and for a minute she thought she was in the clear. Villain let her live.

But the realization hit as quickly as the relief. He would kill her in the public's eye to prove a point. The chills resurfaced, and as she was pulled from the ground onto her kicking feet, Hero screamed, "Villain, no! Please. Let me marry you. Let me be your queen and I will never look back at home or my brothers or anything that you have done. Please, Villain. Let me save my brother."

The room erupted in short snorts and satisfied chuckles. Villain hushed them with a hand before circling back to Hero. His steps were off-beat from the beating of her heart; it made Hero's head spin faster than the memories she relived just minutes ago. Had it only been minutes?

"Tomorrow. You become my queen, and your kingdom receives no word of it. You will not speak to them, and you will not speak of them. Let go of her." This last part was said to the guard, and so he did. Hero was once again a slump on the ground. Villain leaned down to her, and grabbed her arm before yanking her forward. She winced as his lips touched her ear, but she released a breath as he whispered, "There's something you need to know. Follow along."

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Part 2 here

[neongalaxiie]

Caught In 4K - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4/5

Villain arrived back to base, whistling a cheery tune. They strode across to where Supervillain was hunched over a table and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"Hey Supervillain, I'm back."

"Yes, I heard." Supervillain waved them away, picking up a newspaper and holding it up to their face, studying it. They spun it around to show Villain. "Could you explain this?"

Villain leisurely pulled out a bar stool, jumping upon it before taking a look at the paper. Their eyes widened as they landed on the front cover. A large full-color picture of Villain and Hero making out in an alley took up half the page, the headline reading "Hero Kisses Villain: What Could This Mean For Our City?"

Supervillain pulled away the paper to reveal their displeased expression. "Well?"

Villain's mouth hung open. "Yeah, I... kinda trapped Hero in the alley. It wasn't actually their fault."

"So you had the opportunity to disarm them." It wasn't a question.

"I did, but not by conventional means." Villain gave Supervillain a winning smile, and the latter dropped their head and groaned.

"You're insufferable," Supervillain muttered, turning back to Villain. "Were they at least cute?"

Villain hummed, thinking. "If they were a civilian, I would've kidnapped them in broad daylight."

Supervillain nodded. "Stupid, but sounds about right. Fine, I'll let you off, but don't expect leniency." They pointed an accusing finger at Villain. "From now on, you'll stay professional, got it?"

Villain nodded, offering a salute in response. They hopped off the stool and started to walk away.

Supervillain turned back to their work. No doubt the whole situation would tarnish the reputation of the hero more than the villain. The public would demand an explanation from the Hero Organization. That reminded them...

"Hey, Villain?"

Villain poked their head back into the room. "Yeah?"

"Keep an eye on Hero for these next few days, like a closer one than usual. Just so I know what's happening."

"Sure thing, boss."

The Hero Organization was notoriously ruthless when it came to stuff like this, but if Villain could swoop in and save Hero before anything happened, that would be all the better for Supervillain. True, it would be good for Villain too, but...

Supervillain interlaced their fingers and rested their chin on top, grinning.

...there was always the chance of earning another member on the team.

[creweemmaeec11]

Dark Horse Painted White Part 3

Pt 1 Pt 2

Hero couldn't help the feeling of guilt clawing at their throat. They were at such a loss! They'd tried so hard to be nice to civilian this morning, but it was as if the nicer they were, the more Civilian seemed to hate them! They didn't understand what they'd done so wrong!

Despite their loss of appetite, hero ate their omelette to avoid being rude, before doing the dishes like they'd promised. They wiped down the table, and even spotted a broom behind the fridge they used to sweep.

When their civilian host still wasn't back yet. Hero awkwardly lay back down on the couch, not daring to touch anything else they might get in trouble for. It was very rare they ever got the opportunity to sleep in like this, nevermind have free time. What should they do? It's not like they had time for any hobbies. What did normal people do with time off?

Hero continued staring at the ceiling. They'd checked their phone a half dozen times. No new assignments or instructions from their boss. They hadn't even gotten any paperwork passed off to them yet. They received nothing but radio silence, all their time meant to be dedicated to protecting the Civilian.

Finally, after what felt like hours of staring at the wall, hero heard the door at the end of the hall open and the clacking of claws approach. Immediately, they sat up to attention.

Civilian rounded the corner, holding a notebook and a pen but their eyes stayed trained on their phone as they typed with their other hand.

"Here," they said, tossing the two items onto the coffee table, "make a list of stuff you want picked up at the grocery store,"

"Wait, what?"

"Food, hero," civilian deadpanned, "unless you plan on eating all of mine while your here?"

"N-no, of course not! But-"

"Then get to writing," they quipped, before turning and heading to the kitchen.

Despite their confusion, hero did as they were told, writing down a list of things they could think of that didn't take much preparation.

Civilian came back a few minutes later, looking at the hero expectantly.

They stood up off the couch, handing the notepad back to their host, "Please let me pay, for all of my stuff at least-"

"Do you have cash?" Civilian asked as they started typing on their phone yet again.

"Only $20, but I can send you the rest-"

"The twenty is fine," they replied. They weren't giving the hero any sort of link to their accounts. Civilian's eyes finally left their phone screen to begin reading the list. Something in their face seemed to shift as they read the items.

"Is something wrong?" Hero asked nervously.

"We just have a much simmilar palette then I would have expected," they replied, tone a mix of begrudging and in awe.

Hero wanted to ask why, but they bit their tongue, "are we going to go pick this stuff up?"

"No, I'm having a... uhm, *friend* pick it up for me," Civilian replied, snapping a photo of the notepad before dropping it back down on the table.

"So, what are we going to do today then?" Hero questioned.

"Nothing," the other replied, tucking their phone back into their pocket.

"Nothing? What do you mean nothing?"

"As in we aren't doing anything..." Civilian explained in confusion, "I canceled my plans,"

"But..." hero hesitated,"what should I do then?"

The civilian bit back the comment of telling the hero they should leave, if not for it being a waste of breath, then for how genuinely confused the hero sounded, "Uhm... I don't know? Whatever you want? You didn't bring anything with you to keep you occupied?"

Hero looked a bit perplexed, "uhm... no? Should I have?"

"Well... I would have thought so... never mind. It doesn't matter. I'm sure you can find something on TV at least,"

"Oh, yeah okay, sure,"

"Queen," Civilian whistled, "remote,"

Hero watched in wonder as the large white dog ran to grab the remote, bringing it over to the Civilian.

"Good girl," they praised, taking the item from the dogs mouth, "Tell me your favourite channels and I'll find their numbers for you,"

There was a beat of silence. The lack of answer caused the Civilian to glance over at the hero with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"I... I don't know.... I'm not familiar with any of the different channels. I haven't watched anything other then the news in years,"

Civilian's face simply shifted into even more confusion, "uhm.. okay... well you can get youtube on this TV too. Do you watch anything on that?"

"Uhm, no... I don't think so," hero shifted awkwardly, "Maybe you could reccomend something?"

"Uh..." Civilian stuttered, suddenly strangely flattered hero would trust their judgment and taste to make a suggestion.

They cleared their throat. Nothing coming from a hero was any sort of compliment.

There was no way they were going to be sharing their actual preferences with hero!

"Yeah, sure I guess," Civilian shrugged. They'd share shows they thought were okay, but not their favorites. "But what do you even do in your spare time?" They asked as they navigated through the channels on the TV.

"Uh, well," they chuckled dryly, scratching the back of their head, "I don't exactly have a lot of spare time. Evil never rests as they say, and that usually means neither do I,"

Civilian internally rolled their eyes. What a drama queen. There was no way hero wasn't exaggerating. Because sure, this city did have it's fair share of criminals, but there was no way a major crime took place nearly every day. Three times a week, max.

"Plus, if the city holds any big public events, I always need to be there in case a villain decides to show up. That mixed with all the press conferences, fan meet and greets, training, street watch, you know... and any time I have leftover gets used up by finishing all the paperwork the other officers don't get done," the hero gave a forced laugh again, "in fact, I think this morning was the first time I've gotten to sleep-in in..." they blinked, "I can't even remember..."

The hero glanced up, realizing they'd been rambling and were about to apologize but the look on the Civilian's face made them stop.

Civilian was looking at them with an incredulous, shocked expression.

"Of course it's all worth it!" Hero sputtered.

"Sounds like you need to put your foot down" Civilian scoffed, turning back to the tv. So what if they'd been wrong about hero's daily life? Just because they didn't live like royalty? If anything, heros probably deserved to be working so hard, for all the problems they caused, it served them right not to have any free time! If they wanted to throw their life away for some meaningless agency, what did villain care?!

"Maybe you're right, but.... I'm a bit of a people pleaser" hero chuckled again.

Civilian side-eyed them, "you don't say," they scoffed, before carelessly tossing the remote next to the hero on the couch, "Give this channel a try for now. If you don't like it, just change the channel till you find something,"

"W-wait!" Hero sputtered, quickly jumping to their feet.

Civilian's feet regrettably stuttered to a stop. They turned their head, glancing over their shoulder at their unwanted guest.

"What?" They snapped, failing to hide the annoyance in their tone.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room?"

"But... I'm supposed to keep an eye on you? I can't really do that if you're in the other end of the house with the door closed..."

Civilian grumbled. That had been the entire point.

"Fine, I'll work in the kitchen," they amended, before heading to their room to gather a few things.

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The house had been quiet for the next few hours, the only sound being the soft murmur of the wTV in the other room, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Hero immediately jumped to their feet.

"Please, let me get it!" Hero asked quickly, coming up behind the Civilian who was about to open the door, "just in case,"

Civilian rolled their eyes, scoffing under their breath, but they didn't argue, stepping aside to let the hero grab the handle.

The door opened to reveal no one, only multiple grocery bags on the front step. The hero poked their head out further, looking around, but they couldn't see anyone.

"Uh..."

The Civilian didn't say anything, instead pushing past them to begin bringing the bags inside. Quickly, the hero scurried to help.

"Was that your friend?"

"No, my groceries just teleported onto my doorstep," Civilian replied sarcastically as they began taking things out and putting them onto the counter.

The hero chuckled humorously, "No, I mean, where did they go? Why did they run off so quickly?"

"Maybe supervillain got them,"

"What?!"

Civilian gave them an incredulous and unimpressed look, "they were *busy* hero," they explained, rolling their eyes.

"Oh, right," Hero replied, clearing their throat awkwardly, "Well, it sure was nice of them to pick up everything for you,"

*that's what they get paid for* civilian thought to themselves.

Once everything was put away, they let out a sigh.

"I need to take Nova and Queen out for a walk. Be ready to go in half an hour," Civilian stated matter-of-factly before disappearing down the hall and into their room.

[ashen--dreams]

BANGING HEAD ON WALL [REDACTEDS] FICS ARE SO DAMN GOOD I WISH I COULD COMPLIMENT THEM MORE THAN A LIKE BUT EVEN A LIKE IS RISKY

[t052ther0b0t]

an0ther pr0mpt at @fyeahghosttrick !!!

An0ther an0nym0uz pr0mpt

They're 2 "Sissel doing Normal Cat Things and being an absolute pain to deal with"

and

"Sissel doing basic cat things (Pushing stuff off, clawing furniture, etc)"

Silly Car

[arcadian-asgardian]

Ineffable husbands titbits 4/?

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Her friend had just arrived, and they were getting ready to go inside the venue, when they were both startled by a chorus of honking car horns from the busy London street. They turned just in time to see a vintage Bentley screech up to the curb side, and sit there for a moment, purring deep and loud like a mechanical panther, until the engine growled to a halt.

The far door opened and a tall, wiry man with red hair, dark glasses and a very slinky black outfit stepped out. He slammed the door shut nonchalantly, and rounded the car with a swagger and a toss of his hair, seeming to be heading towards them. She exchanged an excited look with her friend. A tall, handsome stranger – and a well-off one, by the looks of it – perhaps looking for some female company for the evening? It looked like her luck was in.

But then he stepped away from the predicted path, towards the gutter, and opened the near door of his car. He offered a hand inside. She watched as it was taken by another, plumper, hand, and he gallantly stepped back, lifting another figure out of the seat. A round face and shining blonde curls were revealed as another man stepped out, smiling warmly at his helper. He was dressed smartly in much lighter clothes, with an old-fashioned style very different to his companion’s chic fit. He mouthed something that seemed to include a ‘thank you’, and in response, the ginger man bent low, bringing the other’s hand to his mouth and placing a long, romantic kiss on the back of his fingers. The blonde’s face lit up with delight, and a private twinkle flickered in each of their eyes for a moment. The ginger straightened and flicked his door closed, locking the car with a click of his fingers.

She watched them walk inside, arm in arm, and sighed. Of course. The good ones were always taken.

[alenthe0neguy]

g0ret0ber day 12 but make it a shitp0st cuz I have barely any m0tivati0n

(pr0mpt was 'Burns')