Okay, serious question—where can I find more of your villain x civilian stuff?
It’s just… so good. And super addictive. I love this new dynamic—partly because it’s unfair, which makes it feel more realistic. I mean, I’d be a civilian, not a hero anyway.
"You know," the villain said. "I could just arrange for you to be kidnapped on the way."
"Really?! That would actually be great."
At the beat of silence that followed, the civilian cautiously tipped their head back to peer upside down at the villain over the arm of the sofa. The villain had lowered their book and was giving the civilian a long look.
No. Not really. That had been entirely flippant, hadn't it?
"Kidding," the civilian said, quickly. "I'm kidding. Obviously. That would be insane."
They slid back down into their previous position, burying their burning face in their phone. Unfortunately, all that awaited them on the screen - yet again - was their ex's wedding invitation.
God. Why had they agreed to go? Being the better person was a stupid idea. Wildly overrated. Hateful, even.
Maybe they were insane.
The villain appeared in front of them. The civilian hadn't even heard them move. The civilian swallowed and tried for a winning smile, though what exactly they were winning at was anyone's guess.
The villain plucked the phone out of their hand, tapping the screen to keep it from going dark, and gave the invite a cursory glance. Then they considered the civilian. Their whole demeanor had changed, away from the civilian's idle - whatever they were - to something else. Their eyes were dark and intent.
The civilian covered their face with their hands.
"So kidnapping, huh?" the villain asked. Their voice sent a treacherous flutter through the civilian's body.
"Sod off."
"Keep that up and I'll have you gagged. Never a good idea to cuss out your captor."
The civilian groaned. At least, they hoped it came out as a groan. Long-suffering and the like.
"You would look lovely," the villain mused. "Dressed up in all your finery, but just a little disheveled from being manhandled into the back of a car. I could get behind it. Remind what colour you were planning to wear again?"
"I was joking."
"Oh, you were absolutely not joking. The relief in your voice was palpable."
"Okay," the civilian said. "So I was failing to think before I talked. That's hardly going to shock anyone!"
"Look at me."
"Could you just let me curl up into a ball and die instead?"
An idle twitch of the villain's powers had the civilian's hands pinned to the sofa cushions, deftly out of the way. The civilian closed their eyes.
The villain snorted.
The civilian felt the sofa dip as the villain sat down, looming, and carded fond fingers through their hair. Then they tugged hard and the civilian squeaked, eyes flying open on instinct.
The villain grinned at them. Feral and terrifying and gorgeous.
"You have no reason to kidnap me, logistically speaking," the civilian said, mouth dry. "It would ruin your reputation if it got out. I'm like, nobody. And as far as the world is aware we don't even know each other. People would ask way too many questions. It's just not worth it."
"It would be fun though," the villain said. "And you really don't want to go this wedding, do you?"
"No. But unlike you, I occasionally have to do things I don't want to do. You know, like a grown up."
"I don't have to let you."
The civilian swallowed, at that. They tried to hold the villain's gaze, steady, but it was impossible to feel steady when they could feel the villain's power all around them.
"It's fine," they said. "I'm fine. I'll be fine."
The villain raised an eyebrow, at that.
"Yes or no?" they asked, softly.
The civilian meant to claw back some flippancy of their own, ask with casual mockery if the villain usually asked permission before kidnapping people. The silence stretched. The villain waited.
The civilian managed a dumbstruck nod.
"Good." The villain stared at them for a moment longer, gaze raking over their pinned body on the sofa like they were calculating something. Then they let go of the civilian's hair and patted their cheek. "Glad that's settled then."
They went back to their book like they didn't know that the civilian's heart was pounding.

















