#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.

[serickswrites]

Could I pretty please request a civilian dating villain and them running into civilians ex (hero) but civilian doesn’t know hero is a hero 👉🏻👈🏻

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"Love, that was the best dinner we've had in a long time," Villain said as the two of them walked hand and hand down the boulevard. Villain had never been more grateful for wearing a mask during their work so they could walk down the street completely unbothered.

Civilian knew who they were, of course. But that hadn't stopped Civilian from dating them. "I think you are much more than a villain, and you know it," Civilian had said as they convinced Villain to date them. Villain had never been happier.

"I agree. I think we should come here more often," Civilian said as they leaned their head on Villain's shoulder. "Oh fuck," Civilian said as they stopped walking. "Quick, we have to hide!"

Villain instantly went on the alert scanning the area for danger. "What's wrong?"

"My ex! Quick before they spot us."

Villain looked around. The only person walking down the street was....Hero. Oh fuck indeed. "Love, you do know that is--"

"Ex-Partner! I know! That's why we have to hide. Quick behind this bush!"

Hero. Civilian's ex was Hero. And they didn't know. Villain let Civilian pull them into the bushes, making a silent promise to make Hero's life a living hell for what they did to Civilian. They couldn't wait to confront Hero later this evening and make good on this promise.

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[defectivehero]

[smashed thru your door] "GOOD DAY random civilian! Do I have a product for YOU which is TOTALLY not a non-biodegradable glitter bomb!!!" [I say as I hand you a box and my voice fades further and further away]

🎁

[the box explodes in your hand leaving a glittery mess as biodegradable glitter falls all over your room. what is left in your hand is a small hand written note]

“Remember to do your hero/villain agency paperwork! What kind of questions does super paperwork even ask?”

I am so embarrassed by how long this has been sitting in my inbox. I love it 😭 and then this happened, so here! hope it makes up for my tardiness.

“When asked to describe your power, you said weak to Kryptonite."

“I didn’t think anyone would actually read it,” the hero says defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. Sure, when they put it so plainly, it sounds foolish. “The paperwork, I mean.” Safe to say, he thought his identification forms would go entirely unread and unopened. He filled them out within two minutes, marking things at normal and writing inanities in the written response fields. The hero certainly didn't expect to be accosted by a government worker, mere days after his paperwork submission.

The worker stares at the hero in disbelief, before shaking their head. If looks could kill... the hero would be six feet under. “Of course someone reads it; that’s my entire job," they huff, tapping the small emblem on their shirt that reads Bureau of Superhuman Ability Regulation.

“Why?” the hero frowns. “Isn’t this just red tape?”

“No,” the civilian answers, crossing one leg over the other and staring at him intently. “Individuals with superpowers must be identified and documented. The last thing we need is a superhuman running around unchecked.”

“Okay,” the hero remarks after a long moment. He's not convinced, but he knows this person won't leave him be until they have what they need. He settles for glaring at them.

They don't seem affected by his attempts at intimidation. If this is their job, the hero supposes they would be rather accustomed to dealing with supernatural beings (and their difficult behavior, subsequently.)

“Now, let’s try this again,” the worker suggests, looking at him imploringly. “What’s your superpower?”

The hero waves a hand lazily, creating an intangible wave of energy that strikes at the nearby wall and leaves a crumbling hole. The civilian doesn't look particularly impressed by his display, instead looking down and beginning to write at breakneck speed. The hero can only catch the occasional word: things like “mutation” and “physical environment.” He eventually abandons the idea of keeping up with this person, instead tapping his fingers against his desk impatiently. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.

When the civilian is finally done, they look up from their paperwork and blink at him. “And your marital status?”

The question is so out of the blue that it takes a few moments for the hero to comprehend it. “Excuse me?” He chokes out, once he manages to come to terms with what he just heard.

“It’s just one of the questions,” the civilian sighs, not seeming the least bit surprised by the hero's outburst. They hold out their clipboard and the hero squints at it, raising a brow as he verifies the worker is telling the truth. “Believe me, I couldn't care less about your relationship status.” They huff.

“I'm single,” the hero huffs, a bit annoyed. Either the civilian doesn't notice—or they're particularly good at ignoring his irritation. He's almost offended at their callousness. In the same vein, however, there's something about it that's almost... refreshing.

“Any dependents?” They persist, immune to his rapidly changing thoughts.

“No.” He answers briefly.

“Formal training?” They ask. The hero shakes his head. For a while, this endless assault continues. By the time the civilian's pen finally stills, the hero's brain is starting to hurt. He hadn't realized just how tedious this reporting was. Why anyone would want to make a living collecting this information is beyond him.

And if the civilian's behavior was strange before, the hero has no idea how to characterize it now. Before, they were splitting their attention between their paperwork and his responses; now, they're staring at him with an unsettlingly focused gaze, as if looking straight through him.

“What are you doing?” the hero then asks, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious. The civilian just continues to scrutinize him for a long moment, before writing several things down. “Stop it," he demands moments later. The civilian just hums.

“I’m building a physical profile,” the civilian eventually explains. They look completely bored by this entire interaction. The hero is almost incensed at their nonchalance; he's used to special treatment. He isn't used to being treated as a normal person. “It’s the last step of the paperwork. Now stop fidgeting."

The hero hadn't even realized he was moving restlessly until their remark. Taking a deep breath, he places his hands on his knees and stares right back at the worker—attempting to produce an air of cool composure. The civilian's eyes almost seem to track each feature of his face, before finally, finally going back to the paper.

"So?" the hero asks somewhat weakly. "How'd I do?"

The civilian just stares stoically. The hero resists the weird urge to duck under the desk to avoid their glare. For a moment, there's silence. Then the worker sighs, collecting their papers and getting to their feet. "I'd advise you to take this seriously in the future, unless you want another tedious visit."

They're leaving. They're leaving and the hero is watching. Damn it! "Wait," the hero blurts out before he can stop himself. "I—Ah. When will I see you again?"

The civilian squints at him, blinking in confusion. Then they seem to come to some sort of conclusion. "We refresh the paperwork every five years," they answer. "You shouldn't want to see me before then."

"Why not?" the hero asks.

"Because that means you did something wrong," they respond.

"Oh," the hero remarks helplessly. His attempts at making small-talk were firmly denied. This is weird—he doesn't usually have to try to maintain someone's attention. This worker is different, though: they don't give two shits about him. But he wants them to care, for some reason.

"Bye," the civilian says, breaking him from his reverie.

"Bye," the hero echoes. He watches them go, just barely able to wait for the doors to fall shut before letting out a regretful sigh.

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[whatthehellami]

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

"Sorry?"

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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)

Villain and Villain Prompts:

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.

[late-night-tourist-attraction]

Prompt 53

Hero looked over their shoulder, glaring at the civilian. The weather was freezing, and rain had started pouring down in an endless assault of icy water, each drop feeling like needles against their spine.

Hero was chilled to the bone.

“Now I know why Villain is so interested in you,” Hero snapped, their voice sharp enough to cut through the rain. Civilian froze mid-step, wide-eyed, flinching at the sound of bricks cracking behind them.

Hero slammed their hand against the brick wall in the alleyway. “You’re a curse, a bloody curse to everyone around you. Maybe it would be better if you joined Villain. At least then you wouldn’t hurt anyone else.”

Hero huffed and looked away. Their breath clouded the freezing air as they exhaled unsteadily, the sting of loss sharp in their chest. “All you do is bring bad luck, whether you know it or not. So many good people have lost their lives because of you.”

Their blazing eyes burned holes into the ground as their hands shook, knuckles turning white. “You’ll never be a hero. Never. So do what you do best and disappear before you hurt someone else. Because next time, I’m not letting you go. I’m through with you pretending to be innocent when you’re not.”

Hero’s voice dropped to a dangerous tone, their gaze finally meeting Civilian’s. “The next time I see you, I’m taking you in.”

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[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.

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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?

[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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[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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Here is the second prompt you requested!

Prompts for a Hero x Civilian

-> requested by @pathalogical-peoplepleaser

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"Jeez, [Name]," she winced, seeing her friend crouched outside her window with a black eye and blood running down his face from a wound somewhere hidden by his hair. She opened the window and helped him climb into her apartment. "What happened?" she asked, guiding him to sit on the couch as she rushed for the first aid kit that she learned the hard way needed to be kept close by and stocked. "Oh, you know," he laughed (it sounded like the action pained him), shrugging his one good shoulder. "Same old, same old."

"One day, you're going to pick a fight with the wrong person." "Good thing you'll always be here to patch me up, then."

He sat on her kitchen counter, allowing her to stitch a particularly nasty cut on his bicep. He thought she had gotten quite good at it, especially compared to the first time she had done it. He winced at the memory. "You know, I worry about you," she said offhandedly as she worked. "I know," he replied. He focused on the piece of hair that kept falling into her eyes. "My life would be a lot easier if you stopped getting into so much trouble," she told him, the faintest smile on her face. "You and me both," he chuckled, "but if I didn't get into trouble then we wouldn't get to spend all this time together."

"You should see the other guy," he joked as she pressed a cool rag to his throbbing head wound. "I can only imagine," was her exasperated response.

Frantic knocking on her bedroom window awoke her from a now unremembered dream, and she threw herself out of bed to open it. Hero was leaned against the wall of her apartment building, balanced on the fire escape. Rain pummeled down on him, and only at a closer glance did she notice that he was also covered in blood. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pulled him inside. "I need help," he muttered, trying his best to cooperate with her as she all-but carried him into the room. His legs felt like jelly and the room was starting to spin. "Just hang on," she told him, "you're going to be okay."

"Would you ever stop doing this whole hero-business?" "If it meant you would be unsafe? Never."

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