Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, the power-dampeners fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I understand if you don’t wanna write this tho!!!

A/N...You know how I made that post like a month ago? About followers and how much they mean to me? And about how I recognize some of them as being frequents or long-time followers? I recognize you. I remember you. And I appreciate you.

As a secondary note, the cutoff is spicy, but it’s PG. Unless we’re looking for non-PG. Lord knows I’ve written terrible things here.

NOT A PR0MPT

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It was the greatest pain he’d felt. Guard looked up at him with such fear that Villain felt himself quaking in his own shoes.

Empathy. What a horrible emotion.

He could have been like the others, tearing at the walls, ripping the floor up, cutting people down. But Guard…

Guard, who had brought him, not only his food, but dessert hidden in a folded napkin.

Guard, who had changed the bulb when it burnt out though no other guard would. And not just any bulb. Guard knew how Villain hated those damn LEDs.

‘I could never sleep like that. Why should you?’

Guard, who listened.

Guard, who understood.

When Villain looked at Guard, at the fright, the confusion...he couldn't be like the others, even as some other criminal shoved a broken pipe in his hands. Distantly, he saw the criminal nodding at guard, and heard them mumble, "For that one."

That one.

That one had a name. That one was kind and- and considerate, and everything these escapees were not. He was thoughtful, and he was everything Villain didn't deserve.

A monster. I'm a monster.

As Guard's eyes quickly shifted between the pipe in Villain's hands and his eyes, Villain felt a pang of both sadness and anger. The sadness struck his heart, something so deeply buried beneath his powers, he forgot it even existed. His anger, however, centered in his hands, hot against the broken pipe. Instinct screamed to join the chaos- the power he possessed, it had to be rid of somehow. It was the reason he was ever locked up.

"I'm not- I wouldn't-"

The pipe clattered against the hard floor. It had no room to echo, the thrill of the room silencing it- thankfully to Villain. It would have drawn attention to him. They would see his empty hands, see the pipe, then see Guard- unharmed. They would kill him, brutally, and then they would kill Villain.

"Where do I go?" Guard's voice was booming despite the noise around. A bang! here, a crash! there. Villain's head was pounding, but he heard Guard's voice like an angel sent from above. A scared angel, a delicate thing, all bright eyes and parted lips.

"Here, and keep your head down." Guard held his hand out, and swiftly, as he took Guard's hand, he also grabbed his sleeve, then tore it without a moment's notice. "You ever do roleplay?" Villain pulled Guard up to his feet.

#not a pr0mpt #request fill #villain x guard #guard x villain #and the other tags that don't quite fit but are within the same world-#hero x villain #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain story #hero x villain drabble #mlm #that means male and male right?? i'm not using a dirty tag right??#heroes and villains #hero #villain #anyway #Hi!#long time no see

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Sir Knight

NOT A PR0MPT

A prince rescued by a flirty knight

I made him a little less flirty and a little more spicy and teasing- my bad. Enjoy your tarnished platter <3

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The prince couldn’t bare the rustling of grass. Who knew what prowled in the field before him, with him? Creatures with four-legs seemed a reasonable conclusion, though unlike that which everyone worried about, Prince Neveer was more worried about a creature with two legs. Another human.

More alarming than anything, Neveer worried he was being chased by these other humans.

Damn it, he was always being chased. Always, no matter what. No matter the pacts he made, the treaties he signed, the princesses he swore he’d marry...no one knew those seals were made with his father’s ring, not his own. Or maybe they did. And maybe that’s why every noise in the tall grasses scared the prince so.

“You are a deer.”

The voice startled the prince so badly that he hurt his neck turning his head. His heart nearly combusted with how quickly it was beating.

Black hair, silver shoulders. The knight who rescued him countless times. The knight which Neveer spited every chance he got for his arrogance. He rolled his eyes and turned away.

“A small, quaint, and injured deer.” The knight added, after a moment of continued observation, “With scared, doe eyes.”

“How did you find me?” Annoyance laced the prince’s tone, but truthfully, he was grateful to see the knight’s face.

The knight shrugged, practically ignoring the prince, and came closer to him. His lips became pursed as he brushed a calloused thumb over a scratch on Neveer’s cheek. The prince, in turn, winced and smacked the hand away.

“Or a feisty cat. So feline with your pretty robes and shiny jewels. Not strutting now, are you?”

Neveer wasn’t a deer, or a cat, or whatever else the knight wanted to call him. He was a prince. A prince whose crown was constantly being knocked off his own head. How sad, he bet the knight thought of him. Neveer didn’t need pity; he needed-

“Home. Now,” the prince said.

“Not going to ask me nicely? Call me Sir, even?”

“You are titles beneath me.”

“And a foot taller than you.”

So Neveer was at a standstill. He knew the knight wouldn’t move another step until he got what he wanted. Gritting his teeth, the prince asked, “Will you take me home, Sir?”

“I think you might have forgotten a word.”

“Please! For the love of your commander, of your prince, and king. Please,” he shouted, “take me home!”

The knight smiled, looked Neveer up and down…hummed. “I like that,” the knight said, and began trekking through the tall grasses. “If you want to make it more than three steps into these grasses without stepping on a snake, how about you kneel and beg me to carry you.”

It was no suggestion. “Absolutely not. I do not kneel to you,” Neveer said. “You kneel to me.”

“You are going to say that to me now?”

The prince’s lip curled, challenging the only person capable of taking him home.

“I thought princes were supposed to be more levelheaded than this. Your dramatics are endearing, but we should really go before the sun sets, so do yourself a favour”- the knight smiled- “and kneel.”

Loosing a deep breath, the prince finally complied- not because he was lesser than the knight, or because he was weak-willed, or anything of that sort. Neveer knelt because even he, an arrogant and selfish man with too many rings on his fingers, knew better than to stay in a field of tall grass after dark.

“Will you please take me home, you-brilliant-knight-you? Carry me through the fields and leave me at the gates beneath the shadows of clouds, beneath the moon as glorious as your eyes.” The knight wanted dramatics? There they were.

Shrugging, the knight said, “I guess so, but only because you asked so very nicely, Neveer. Stand up, we have a long walk from here and we are losing sunlight with every heartbeat.”

“Sunlight does not matter when I have you to lead me,” the prince snarked. “If you ever pull this again, I will send you to the dungeons, do you understand?”

Laughing, the knight gloated. “You might have been exaggerating when you begged, but I know how you look at me, Prince. If you sent me to any dungeon, I am not so sure the chains would be used to detain me.”

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