#hero x civilian

[shyjusticewarrior]

The context that Bernard knows Tim's Robin means this sentence can be read two ways.

"My boyfriend, named Tim Drake."

"My boyfriend, you."

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Hi! Do you happen to have any hero x civilian prompts?

Hero x Civilian Prompts

They had never talked about what they are to each other, but when Civilian gets kidnapped by the Villain for being the Hero's girl/boyfriend, it's the perfect opportunity to talk about it.

Civilian works the night shift, which is perfect, because it means that after working and saving the night both of them get home to fall asleep in each other's arms while the rest of the world gets up.

It's hard to watch your partner on national TV, risking their life to save everyone elses. And especially if they can't talk to anyone about it.

Being the Hero's partner meant that they were a target for the villians. But the Civilian would not let that stop them from being happy with their Hero.

Imagine wanting to bring your partner home to your parents for the first time and having to explain to them that your partner is running a little late, while the news station is on in the background constantly giving updates on where the Hero currently is.

They never thought that part of being the Hero's partner was to bring them a change of clothing after their heroic acts, so they can go home undetected.

It wasn't hard to find out that their sweet new partner is the Hero. They're really not that good at keeping the secret.

No matter what their partner said, it was a great joke to both dress as the Hero for the costume party. Until a lot of people see similiarities...

I hope you like them! I also have some more prompts like these:

Villain x Civilian Prompts

Hero & Villain Masterpost

- Jana

[dzasta15]

when you save a random civilian and he ends up being the weirdest guy of all time.

[whatthehellami]

"You did not just tear through my favorite cape."

"Sorry?"

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Grumpy Hero x Sunshine Civilian

This is an incentive request for my good friend @laffy-taffy-creations! Well done on your exam!

Teammate 1 inched into the rec room.

“Hero, hi, not to bother you or anything, but, if you have a minute, and no hurry if you don’t-“

“What?” Hero snapped.

“Heh, sorry,” Teammate 1 said, keeping their voice light, “but, there’s a bank robbery in progress and-”

Hero sprang to their feet.

“Well why didn’t you say something!?”

…

Hero and the rest of the team took down the villains pretty easily. All was going well until…

“Stop! Stop or I’ll gut them like a fish!”

Teammate 1 turned. Oh great. Villain had a civilian hostage, pinning them flush against their chest and holding a knife to their throat.

“Now hold on here,” Teammate 2 tried, “we can settle this peacefully.”

“Heck yeah we can. You’re going to let us leave with the goods and they won’t have to meet their Maker.”

“Fine, fine,” Teammate 1 said, “just put the knife down and-”

The explosion came from out of nowhere. Flames engulfed the villains’ getaway car. Hero came up from behind and gripped Villain’s wrist, squeezing until they were forced to drop the knife.

“Let. Them. Go.” They snarled.

“Letting them go, letting them go!”

Hero grabbed the civilian before they could get in any more danger.

“Take care of them while I get this one to safety,” Hero ordered their team.

Up until now, the civilian had been visibly shaking, but as Hero walked them out, they relaxed just a little bit. Hero didn’t stop until they got back to the base.

Hero opened the door and brought Civilian inside. Without warning, the civilian hugged them tightly.

“Thank you,” they said.

“Uh, sure,” Hero replied, “Mx…?”

“Civilian,” they answered, “my name is Civilian.”

“Civilian. Cool. So uh, we’ll wait for the team to get back and when they do we’ll get you home. Sound good?”

Civilian nodded.

…

“Bad news,” Teammate 1 said, “we got Henchman and Sidekick, but Villain and Other Villain got away.”

“They- they did?” Civilian gulped.

“I told you guys to take care of them!” Hero shouted.

“Yeah, well that was kind of hard considering it was two on four,” Teammate 2 countered, “so lighten up!”

Civilian started shaking again. They scooted closer to Hero on the couch.

“Hey, how about this, until they’re behind bars, you’ll stay here under our protection,” Teammate 1 said to Civilian.

“R-really?”

Teammate 1 nodded.

“We have a guest room for situations like this,” they said, “we’ll have someone go get your stuff from… where do you live?”

“[Address].”

“Okay, Teammate 2 will go and get your stuff, then you can stay here.”

…

A few days later

Hero came in with bags of groceries. Civilian perked up as soon as the door opened and ran up to them.

“Hero!”

Hero just had time to put the bags down before they were tackled in a hug.

“Hey,” Hero said, “I was only gone for like a couple hours.”

“It was a very long couple of hours,” Civilian pouted.

Cute, Hero thought.

…

Civilian hid under the blanket and clutched Hero’s side.

“You know this isn’t even the scary part, right?” Hero gestured to the TV.

“The button eyes freak me out,” Civilian squeaked.

“Ooookay that’s the last time you get to pick the movie,” Hero said.

Hero switched to a different movie. Something lighter, without button eyes or other worlds. Civilian peeked their head out from their blanket cocoon and gasped in excitement.

“I love this movie!” they said.

Teammate 1 walked by, pausing when they saw what was playing.

“I thought you were too old for kid movies?” they inquired.

“Shut up, Teammate 1!”

“Shutting up.”

Teammate 1 scurried off just as the thief in the movie began to narrate.

…

Civilian watched in awe as Hero practically decimated the punching bag. Hero wiped the sweat from their brow with a towel, then chugged an entire bottle of water. They sat down on the bench next to Civilian.

“You don’t have to watch me train…”

“But then I wouldn’t get to see these in action!”

Civilian traced their finger along Hero’s bicep. Hero felt heat rise to their cheeks.

…

Civilian snored softly, their head in Hero’s lap. Teammate 2 came in the living room, opening their mouth to ask a question. Hero dragged their finger across their neck slowly, then brought another finger to their lips, glaring daggers at Teammate 2. They seemed to get the message.

…

Whether Hero wanted to admit it or not, Civilian was the best thing that had happened to them in years. And if they wanted to watch kids’ movies, take naps in their lap, watch them train, and greet them when they came home, Hero wasn’t going to object.

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Hero and Villain Prompts

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How to Write a Good Villain

How to Make Readers Fear Your Villain

Hero and Villain Banter:

You're Sick (#1)

Hell to Pay (#27)

Responses to Someone Trying to Stab You (list)

Responses to Being Punched (list)

Hero and Villain Angst:

This Devil Within Me (#15)

This Heart of Mine (#16)

Alone in the World (#42)

Hero Realizing the Villain is Right (list)

Prompts About Being Stalked (list)

Hero is told by Villain that their Friend Betrayed them (list)

No Fight Left (#118)

Betrayed Your Kind (#123)

Powers Getting Stronger (#126)

The Hero Chooses to Save the World Instead of Their Lover (list)

Who Decided We Were Enemies? (#135)

I Am Not The One Who Can Help You (#137)

I Can't Control It (#146)

The Line Between Hero and Human (#166)

Hero x Villain Prompts:

Hero Avenges Villain

Rivals to Friends Dialogue (list)

Love Me or Fear Me (#40)

Fated Villain x Hero (list)

Hero and Villain Whump:

The Consequences to Follow (#28)

The Antidote (#43)

The Sedative (#122)

It's Over (#176)

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The Decoy (#46)

Two Jerk Best Friends (list)

Villain x Villain (list)

Two Dystopian Killers/Criminals (list)

Superpower Prompts:

The Visions (#65)

Civilian Prompts:

Civilian that Patches Hero's Injuries (list)

Hero Struggling to Balance their Civilian Life (list)

Hero Removing Their Mask / Identity Exposed (list)

Sidekick Prompts:

Devoted Sidekick x Hero-Turned-Villain (list)

Villain x Hero's Sidekick

Mentor Prompts:

The Aftermath of Student's Fight with Villain

[shy-raccoon]

Person A is a commoner locked in a tower. Who has no hope they will ever be rescued because they don't have the land, money, or status to be worth rescuing.

Person B is one of the few truly good knights who applies the code of chivalry to more than just the nobility.

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1293

CW: death threats, near-death experience, implied past character death.

"Do I have your attention now?" the villain questioned with a smile that threatened to sour on a dime, their gun held against Civilian's head. The civilian, already knocked out from the explosion, couldn't even stiffen in fear. "Or must I crack open such a precious skull before you start listening?"

The hero, for once in their life, had no witty comeback or quip. That was their lover in Villain's grasp, their everything. Hero stood tense, ready to rush forward, and yet too petrified to move.

Was this what the villain had felt like all those years ago when Hero had let their partner fall?

[run-little-hero]

T/CW // Unhealthy relationship, violence, grief, death, NSFW

The first time Hero engaged Villain in a fight was lifetimes ago, before tragedy had seeped its way into every part of their being. There’s a price attached to this job, Hero knows that now.

They’re facing Villain and the setting is all wrong. Hero feels like laughing. It’s absurd to think they ever did this in the name of justice. It’s all meaningless now; the fighting, the title, the prestige—meaningless to both of them, Hero can see that.

Minutes pass before Villain breaks their silence. “Sometimes I think I hear them say my name while I’m standing in another room.” They stare at the floorboards. Hero isn’t surprised they found them here. “I’m going crazy, right?”

Hero’s eyes drift to the couch. They remember falling asleep, Civilian’s head resting on their chest. The memory of burnt coffee wafts through the apartment.

“Would you be so lonely if you were going crazy?” Hero remarks.

“Maybe I wouldn’t.” Villain walks over to the coffee table, picking up an abandoned glass. “Hopefully it’ll get worse with time.”

According to the agents handling the case, Civilian’s relatives have been hard to locate, so no one has been by to clear out the apartment in the five days since they were killed. It’s not right their home should remain untouched. Something in Hero thought it might collapse in on itself now that it’s human isn’t in the world. This reflection of Civilian, destroyed.

And in the middle of this static snow globe is Villain. Hero’s enemy. The only person on Earth who understands what they’re going through. Hero hates them for it. For being a reminder.

“Villain,” Hero begins. “I want you to get out.”

Villain looks up. “I’m not done yet.”

“Done with what?”

Their expression morphs to anger. With a violent swing, they throw the glass onto the floor. Hero follows a few of the shattered pieces as they slide across the ground.

“I’m not done,” they repeat. Villain makes no effort to finish their statement. Hero understands anyways. Especially now, words seem so unnecessary. But how dare they destroy a piece of Civilian—what little they have left of them.

Hero tackles them, knocking the couch back in the process. Villain struggles, trying to push Hero off. Hero goes for their face, landing a punch across their jaw, then another. Blood drips from the corner of their mouth.

Villain manages to free themself with a knee to Hero’s stomach. They double over and Villain springs to their feet, running to grab a paperweight off a shelf. Hero gets back up, dodging Villain’s swing with the blunt object. They take the opportunity to push them through the glass coffee table. Shards dig into their bleeding hands as they struggle to rise. They’re stopped by the press of Hero’s boot on their chest, pinning them in place.

A sick smile spreads across Villain’s face. “They wouldn’t want us to fight, you know.”

Hero lifts their boot and stomps on Villain’s chest again, making them wheeze. “Shut up!” Hero yells. “It’s all your fault. You’re the reason they’re dead.”

“No,” they whimper. “If it’s my fault, then we split the blame.” Shut up. Hero can’t stand the implication.

“If you didn’t get in my way they wouldn’t have died! I could have stopped Supervillain!”

“I know that!” Villain cries. “You think I knew this would happen? You think I wanted this?” They sound as pathetic as Hero.

Hero blames Villain, but that blame is also inseparable from themself. If they’d protected Civilian better, if they’d just stayed away from them in the first place, they’d be alive. They’d never have been caught in the crossfire of Villain and Hero’s affections.

Hero takes their boot off Villain’s chest and bends down, grabbing them by the collar. Despite their efforts, Hero can’t convince themself that Villain’s feelings for Civilian are disingenuous. “I hate you,” they spit. “I hate that you’re here and Civilian’s gone. I hate that you’ve left me alive to deal with all this grief.”

They drop their hold on Villain and step away. “I hate how I wish it was me instead of Civilian, and not you.” Tears sting Hero’s eyes at the admission. Shame is a twisted thing. Love can hide behind it, disguise itself as such.

Villain scrambles, struggling to stand. They find their footing, brushing off shards of glass. They sway as they step forward, collapsing into Hero as soon as they’re within reach. Hero catches them.

They whisper, “I hate how we wasted so much time.” They’re crying. “Civilian wanted better for us, but we didn’t.”

Regret is the worst agony in grief. Hero knows they will never surface from it. Neither will Villain. They’re trapped in it, just as they’ve always been trapped in each other’s orbit.

Villain reaches for Hero’s face, cupping it with an injured hand. They drag a red finger across their lips. Hero holds Villain as they cry and bleed. Hero holds them as they kiss. It’s slow and sad. It’s full of a longing that will never be fulfilled. It contains emotions bursting to the surface and a truth finally acknowledged.

They part for a moment and Villain weakly pushes Hero onto the floor by the fallen couch. They wince as a few stray pieces of glass puncture their skin, but it’s forgotten as soon as Villain climbs on top of them and begins pressing kisses down their neck.

“Hero,” they whine.

This is the disruption Hero craved. Kissing their enemy in the wreckage of their mutual dead lover’s home. It’s deranged and it’s perfect for them.

“Hero,” Villain mutters in their ear. Hero fingers the buttons of Villain’s shirt. “Civilian.”

They freeze upon hearing the name. Villain just called them by Civilian’s name. It brings tears to their eyes. Desire courses through them.

“Say it again,” they demand.

Villain obeys. “Civilian.” Their name pounds in Hero’s ears as they listen to Villain chant it. “Civilian, Civilian, Civilian.” It’s the motivation Hero needs to rip Villain out of their clothes.

It’s poisonous. Polar extremes of grief and pleasure flood Hero’s mind until all three of them—Hero, Villain, and Civilian—warp together.

Hero can’t help but echo it back. “Civilian,” they say.

It makes Villain gasp. Their lips clash together. They choke on each other’s blood and tears and pretend it’s Civilian there with them.

Hero’s hands explore their skin. It’s the first time they’ve done this, but it’s something so inevitable it feels like it’s already happened. Villain feels so familiar. Hero focuses on the cacophony of ‘Civilian’s coming from both of them until they reach their climax.

Villain is breathless afterwords. “Hero,” they plead. Eyes closed, Hero feels Villain’s tears drip onto their face. “You’re all I have.” A kiss. “I need you.”

How terrible it is to find bravery in grief. It’s easy for Hero to say, “I need you, too. I love you. I have for a long time.”

They kiss, and Hero is filled with regret, because they will never be able to embrace like this without feeling Civilian’s absence. “I love you,” Villain mumbles.

They lie there well into the night. Villain falls asleep on Hero’s chest. Hero wonders if anyone would find them if they stayed like this, rotting away in Civilian’s apartment. They think it’d be a fitting tomb.

—

snippet #8

[automeris-io-moth]

Trust like broken glass

“You know I’m not gonna hurt you. I just need that vial,” Villain said, voice low, threatening.  

Civilian stayed quiet, trembling on their spot. Tears of fear, tears of anger made their vision blurry, wiping them away with more force than they intended, fists ready to throw a punch if it came to be. 

“You don’t know what you have in your hands, Hero shouldn’t have given that to you,” the other kept trying to reason, voice forced to remain calm, to remain as lulling as possible, as one speaking to a stray cat under the rain, yet failing miserable with breaths of desperation seeping in their tone.

Villain was right, they did not know what Hero had entrusted them with, but they knew that whatever made their lover break their six months old lie to them, had to be something important, something that, surely, one in business such as those should not have in their power. 

“Civ, please,” their voice grew desperate. “I’m not mad, I’m not gonna hurt you, but a wrong move might make that thing do it. This is not anger, this is worry.” 

Their steps in those boots Civilian liked so much got distressingly closer as they spoke. Civilian had to move. 

Crawling, they moved to the other side of the desk, opening their way to the kitchen. From the kitchen to the back door. From the backdoor to the car, the lights were still on, the door was wide open, the keys had to be still inside. 

“I’m not playing anymore Civilian! Get out from wherever you are or I’m gonna drag you out and leave you in the basement, I swear.” Villain called, ordered, exasperated “You don’t understand what Hero has gotten you in, the danger in which they placed you. They know I won’t hurt you, that’s what they gave you the vial, they don’t care about you, they must hate you for placing that shit upon you.” 

Civilian could hear the spit, could hear the hatred in their voice. 

Civilian crawled owly to the nearest kitchen counter as Villain looked behind the dinner table. 

And their foot hit the floor. 

Villain looked their way, no longer careful they leaped to reach their lover. 

Civilian pushed themselves back behind the counter. 

“Give me that, now! If something happens to it, if you…” 

Civilian smashed against the floor.

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[serickswrites]

Heyy it's me Blue to say that JKSJKSJKS I LOVED THAT ASK THANK YOOOU (the last one I sent you) got a big grin in my face reading it

Sooo I'm here to humbly ask for a continuation if you feel like it :D I'm curious to see how villain will keep his little host entertained...

Hope you have a good day/night!

-Blue

Hello, Blue, my colorful friend! I hope you are well. I am so glad you enjoyed the last request.

Please enjoy a continuation.

Part 1

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, torture, broken bones, blood, physical violence, creepy whumper

"Well, this is certainly entertaining for me, what about you, Whumpee?" Villain said with a smile as they stroked Whumpee's freshly broken wrist.

Whumpee glared up Villain, tears gleaming in their eyes as they growled around the gag in their mouth. Villain had used their super strength to snap the delicate bones in Whumpee's wrist. Whumpee had howled with pain as the bones crunched beneath Villain's hand.

"Come now, Whumpee, it is fun. Look how it turns pretty colors!" Villain stepped back to admire their work.

Whumpee knew they just had to hold on until Hero showed up. Hero would be there soon. A few broken bones were manageable. They could heal. It would take time, but they would heal. They just had to hold on.

Villain leaned down to kiss Whumpee's wrist, "I'll make it better, I promise," they said.

Whumpee flinched back, a hiss of pain escaping around the gag.

Villain frowned. "What's wrong? Don't you want me to make it better, Whumpee?"

Whumpee glared at Villain. It was all they could do. They didn't want Villain touching them. Didn't want Villain hurting them. Didn't want any of this, but they were helpless. Until Hero showed up, there was nothing they could do.

"Come now, Whumpee, it's not that bad. I promise I'll make it better." Villain's frown deepened as Whumpee tried to lean back in the chair. "Really, it isn't that bad. You're being rude, Whumpee. I'm just trying to keep you entertained. You don't want to be rude to me," Villain's voice dropped. "That would be very stupid. And we both know you aren't stupid."

Before Whumpee could school their features, before they could try to stop glaring, Villain's fist connected with their side. Whumpee's breath went out in a painful gasp as they heard their ribs snap beneath Villain's fist. As Whumpee desperately tried to breathe through the pain, they couldn't get a full breath. They coughed, trying to clear the metallic taste of blood from their mouth, but the gag kept the blood in. Whumpee gasped as they choked.

"I told you that you shouldn't be rude to me," Villain said coldly as they stared down at Whumpee, "but you didn't listen. Now you're here for my entertainment. Who knows how long it will take Hero to get here? I am terribly bored, so we will think of some fun we can get up to, won't we?"

Whumpee's head was spinning as they struggled to breathe. They couldn't get a good breath. Couldn't clear the blood from their mouth. But they had to hold on. Hero would be here soon. Hero had to be here soon.

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[invalidstories]

Palette of Fate (Part 1)

Warnings: captivity, fear, distress, nightmare

Part 2

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, Civillain was lost in the rhythmic strokes of her paintbrush. Art was her sanctuary from the chaos that lived outside her small studio apartment. The city was a place where heroes fought with villains in endless battles. Civillain wanted no part in it. She despised the city's glorification of violence and the way fear lurked everywhere. People cheered for battles that tore their homes and streets apart.

That night as she cleaned her brushes and prepared to go to bed, a sudden darkness enveloped her. Before she could scream, a hand clamped over her mouth, stifling any sound. She felt panic surge through her veins as she was dragged. The world dissolved into darkness as a sickly sweet smell invaded her senses. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, consciousness slipped away from her like sand through fingers.

She awoke to a dimly lit room, the cold stone floor pressing against her cheek. Panic surged within her, heart pounding against her ribs like a caged bird. Where was she? Why was she here?

Before her stood the figure of nightmares. It was the embodiment of terror that had haunted the city for years - Villain. His face obscured by shadows, his eyes glinting with malice. He was everything she hated, cold, evil and ruthless. His presence sent fear through her, causing her breaths to become short and shallow.

"Why am I here?" Civilian tried to mask the fear in her voice, but her eyes betrayed her.

Civilian's heart hammered in her chest as she awaited Villain's next move, her mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. But instead of revealing his intentions, Villain smirked, clearly enjoying the torment of his captive.

"You're quite talented, aren't you?" Villain's voice dripped with malice, sending shivers down Civilian's spine. "It's a shame it might go to waste if your little hero friends don't show up soon."

Civilian's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the meaning behind Villain's words. What did he intend to do with her? Was she doomed to spend the rest of her days in this wretched place? In what lifetime will the heroes save anyone?

With mocking laugh, Villain disappeared into the shadows, leaving Civilian alone with her fears.

The next morning, she found herself in a new room. It had a small mattress, an attached washroom, and a few clothes. But, that wasn't what caught Civilian's attention. It was a box filled with canvases, paint, and brushes. For a moment, Civillain dared to believe. Perhaps, there was a bit of humanity buried beneath Villain's icy exterior. But as she reached for the door, only to find it locked tight, the truth came crashing down upon her like a tidal wave.

She was still a prisoner, still at Villain's mercy. The room offered her a brief break from the dark that surrounded her. But, Civillain knew that she could never be free until she escaped her captor.

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Days turned into weeks as Civilian languished in her prison. Villain had lost hope that anyone would come for her, especially those self-absorbed heroes. He tossed and turned in his bed, but sleep wouldn't come to him. Giving up, he went to work on his plans to make those heroes pay.

Suddenly, he heard screaming. His curiosity piqued, and he walked toward the sound. His footsteps echoed through his silent lair's halls.

Opening the door, he froze when he saw Civillain, who lay tangled in her sheets, her face contorted in terror, tears streaming down her cheeks. Villain watched for a moment, a strange sensation stirring within him. For the first time in a long while, he felt something akin to empathy.

With a sigh, Villain approached Civillain's bedside, his movements surprisingly gentle. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before tentatively brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Civillain," his voice was soft, lacking its usual edge of cruelty. "You're fine. It's just a dream."

Civillain's eyes snapped open, startled by Villain's unexpected presence. But as she met his gaze, she saw something there that she had never expected - kindness.

For the rest of the night, Villain stayed by Civillain's side. He chased away the shadows of her nightmares with whispered reassurances. The first light of dawn crept in. Civillain hoped that Villain wasn't the monster she had always believed him to be.

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Prompt #176

“Please don’t yell at me.”

Civilian blinked as Hero set them down on the pavement. The hero looked like a dog with its tail between its legs, the type that’s used to being hit. “Why would I yell at you?”

Hero peered up from the ground just a little, but apparently, did not dare push their shield of hair out of their face. “Because usually when I save someone….they yell at me.”

“What in the world for?”

“Taking too long, holding them too rough, ruining an outfit, not saving someone else in time, saving them when they didn’t want to be saved in the first place…I could go on.”

Civilian gaped. “But you’re a hero!”

“I fell off the pedestal a long time ago.”

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writing prompt #1

Super villain loses control of himself and his powers and his henchmen risk their lives to protect his civilian s/o from him.

[whatthehellami]

The hero was feeling terrible. They should have just gone for an engineering or medical degree but instead they went for the most "glorious" job in the country. The TV show which glamorized this job was partly to be blamed. Neither did they get married nor do they have a stable pay. Life is most unfair to the best.

They slowly got back on their feet, unable to completely straighten their body due to the harsh punch which the villain sweetly gifted  them.

"You're so slow today that it's seriously getting boring. It's going to be 12 soon and I think I'll just wrap this up early and go home."

"Actually I've caught a cold. And you...you bastard you are in your top form today."

The villain laughed, walking leisurely towards the hero. "Your government really sucks. Even we have sick leaves." They clapped the hero's shoulder. "See, this is when you need to reconsider your career choices."

The hero took the chance to deliver a straight punch to the villain's guts but they were sadly blocked.

"My mom was correct, goodness is a thing of the past. Here I'm worried about you and you..." They tsked disapprovingly. "Now please let me do the honors of becoming the winner of this fight."

The villain's hand on their heart felt like a boulder. For a second, all hero could feel was complete darkness and panic as their heart rate decreased. They could taste death. In fact, they almost shook hands with the grim reaper before they were forcefully brought back to mortal world.

They wheezed and panted on the ground, their ears ringing and their hands shivering. Till date they had just heard about the villain's "superpower" and made fun of it. They were eating their own words now.

They were too preoccupied to notice that the villain was also in the same state. After stabilizing themselves and coming to their full senses, they understood the full gravity of the situation.

Nature had weird laws. One of them was that soul mates could feel each other's pain.

The hero looked at the villain's wide eyes.

"This means..."

"I think the fuck not. I'm out of here. I'm fucking out of here." The villain's screams echoed through the streets as they got farther and farther away while hero sat on the ground, dumbfounded at the turn of events.

Maybe the pay is terrible but they think, that at last, they'll be able to get married.

[petersoftparker]

Medical Assistance needed?

Spider-Man x Civillian!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, gagging, concussion

The only thing you knew for sure waking up, was that you probably have a concussion. Your eyes weren’t even open yet, but nausea made you gag immediately. “Oh shit, fuck okay” Peter panicked, rolling you onto your side. It took a few minutes of you doing breathing exercises for the feeling that you were about to throw up to pass.

“I’m gonna get us out of this, I promise” You laughed a little in disbelief, but still smiled at Peter reaching out beside you to squeeze his wrist. You didn’t know if it helped him at all, but It gave you some comfort feeling the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. “Don’t be a hero Peter.” You sucked in a breath before continuing “Not your fault we’re in this mess. Who knows maybe they just got the wrong people and they’ll let us go".

Peter sighed, not bothering to contradict you. You both knew that it was unlikely. 

He repeated himself, trying to will himself to be as convincing as possible for you “It’s my job, I am going to get you out of here”. The statement making you pause before hesitantly asking “Your job? What are you talking about”.

“I’m your protector.” “Sorry, what?” You didn’t quite know if you heard him correctly, the ringing in your ears hadn’t fully gone away yet. You squinted giving him a quick once-over. 

Peter had to take his wrist away, already regretting it as he did it. He occupied himself with ripping the bottom part of his shirt off to use a makeshift tourniquet for his leg while explaining “I was chosen by the Avengers, my duty is to protect you at all costs.” 

“Don't wanna be mean but just gotta point out the obvious; you can’t do a pull-up."

He nervously smiled, still staring down at his lap “Surprise! I’m actually a superhero.”

He could tell you were one second away from freaking out about his previous statement, but the door was slammed open before you could. Peter wasn’t caught off guard but you unfortunately didn’t have the same abilities that Peter did. The loud noise and sudden light making you flinch away. Peter shifted his body, trying to give you a chance to adjust to the light and making a barrier between you and the villain. 

The Villain cocked his head, smirk on her face. “Cute. Not effective, but cute.” Peter glared silently. 

“Look, she doesn’t have anything to do with this. Leave her be and I can give you what you want.” 

“And what is it exactly, that you think I want?” The Villain questioned, raising her eyebrow.

Before Peter could answer, someone else walked into the room. Peter noticed that they looked a bit panicked, speaking to the villain in a low tone eyes casted downward. 

“Sir, Iron-Man has been seen on the perimeter” 

“So deal with it.” 

Silence overtook the room as the henchmen made no move to leave, before Villain sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let me guess. You don’t know how.” With a nervous nod from henchmen, Villain snapped “You are incompetent. Fine, I’ll take care of it.” 

She stormed out, swinging the door shut behind her. She didn’t notice the web attached to the handle, which allowed Peter to keep the door cracked open secretly.

“Okay, I’m sorry but we really got to get going. Can you stand?” When you didn’t answer right away he looked over at you to check if you were still awake, your dazed eyes meeting his. Dread pitted at the bottom of his stomach. His tone softened calling out your name quietly. He reached out cupping the back of your head, silently assessing for any major wounds. You responded, throwing a thumbs-up in the air quickly before dropping your hand on the ground “Mhmm, course I can stand. We gotta go?” 

“Yep, we gotta go. We need to get away from the villains remember? Alright, here we go. Nice and easy.” He kneeled beside you for a moment, to slide one arm under your shoulders and the other under your knees. Once the hold felt stable, he slowly stood up. You gasped, not expecting the sudden movement. You squirmed, pushing a hand weakly at his chest “Let go. ‘m fine.” 

He scoffed at your definition of ‘fine’ but offered a simple “Just relax honey, I’ve got you. We’re gonna go home now.” His grip tightened around you when you took his instructions very literally. 

He could hear numerous heartbeats in the building, but since Iron-man’s arrived the number has been steadily dropping. He breathed out in relief and got to work. It was interesting to say the least, most of his missions he didn’t have a running commentary as he fought. “I’m so serious Peter. Listen to me. Why would you hide your abs from the world. Y’should fight the evil people without a shirt. Sometimes.” His cheeks flushed muttering under his breath “Oh my god, we need medical assistance right now”. 

“Hate the little evil freaks. Not cool… Its like Luke yaknow. Would never do that to you.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows looking down at you to ask “You would never do what to me?” He assumed you meant Luke Skywalker, but he was having trouble connecting the dots on where your mind went with the last part of your sentence. He was proven correct about his Star Wars guess when you forcefully grabbed his hand that was around your shoulders. “If I’m ever evil, I’ll let you keep this.” “Oh. Thank you.”