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villainsandcivilians · 2 months
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Hi! I’m looking for some more tumblr writing blogs similar to yours if you had any recommendations you’d be willing to share!
There are a lot of hero and villain writers on tumblr! @creweemmaeec11 has a whole community going, so may be more up to date than me!
(Sorry if this list misses anyone! It's by no means exhaustive.)
@gingerly-writing, @yourheartonfire, @thepenultimateword, @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room, @saltydumplings, @save-the-villainous-cat, @creweemmaeec11, @amethystpath-writes, @selene-stories, @some-messed-up-writing-for-you, @onestopheroxvillain, @booberryfun, @watercolorfreckles, @vigilantetendencies, @enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers, @nuttynutcycle, @defectivehero, @caffeinewitchcraft, @recklessfiction, @snowshowerwriting, @deckofaces
Anyone else who writes in the hero/villain, enemies to lovers, romance/fantasy ballpark, please feel free to add your name so people can find you!
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villainsandcivilians · 3 months
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your writing is so good! here’s a request with the dialogue prompts:
something hurt/comfort with prompts 13 & 14
thanks!
Thank you, I hope you enjoy! (Also I’m alive and writing again!)
Warnings; blood, unconsciousness, head injury
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Villain’s mind was in turmoil. Half of the time their heart was in their throat, the rest they were filled with a murderous rage that came on so suddenly that it was a struggle not to let their power explode out of them like a tornado. Civilian – limp, unconscious, bloodied Civilian – was cradled against their chest, arms hanging uselessly by their sides whilst Villain ran as best they could to get back to their base in time. Their heart twisted at the cruelty of it all. Villain knew they would have still been walking with these injuries, in a lot of pain but conscious and feral enough to carry on fighting. But Civilian? Civilian, who had never seen a day of violence in their life was passed out in Villain’s arms. Villain bared their teeth in a snarl. When they found out who was responsible for this, there would be hell to pay.
Their step faltered as they glanced down at Civilian, a drying track of blood mapping a path from their nose to their chin, their chapped lips parted. Villain forced their hands to remain steady, even as they wanted to shake with rage. The worst part was that in some way, this was their fault. The only reason anyone would attack Civilian was to get to Villain, especially after they made it clear that Civilian was off limits. Villain had begun making a mental list of people to interrogate without really realising they were doing it. They gritted their teeth and carried on running.
Villain didn’t dare think about how much time it had taken them to get back to their base, the elevator ride to their quarters too long and too silent. Their personal doctor was already on their way, meaning Villain just had to get Civilian situated and do a preliminary check of their injuries in time for their arrival. Villain bolted out of the lift before the doors were fully open, slamming their hand onto the scanner and cursing the device throughout the few seconds it took to register their identity. They ran straight into their living room, heedless of the blood and dirt that was doubtless being ground into the carpet with every step.
Without putting Civilian down, Villain pulled several cushions onto the floor and out of the way, and arranged the rest to support Civilian’s head. Villain ever so gently lifted Civilian’s body onto the sofa and laid them down, sharp eyes monitoring their every movement. Villain carefully cupped their hands around Civilian’s head to keep it steady. Their temple was bloody and starting to bruise a horrible purple colour. Villain swallowed, two fingertips pressed against Civilian’s weak pulse. Villain didn’t know how long their partner had been laying there, how long they had been unconscious. If they didn’t wake up soon –
A shot of adrenalin pumped through Villain’s veins and their muscles tensed in an instant as Civilian jolted, then gasped for air. Their eyes flew open and darted around the room frantically, trying to place themselves. Villain was there immediately.
“Sweetheart, it’s alright, I’m here. I’m right here with you, I’ve got you.” Villain’s heart twisted at the frightened look in their lover’s eyes as they finally looked up. “That’s right, just look at me. You’re safe here, we’re home now. You don’t need worry.” Civilian swallowed harshly.
“Wh-what happened?” It was a struggle for Villain not to grit their teeth.
“I don’t know yet sweetheart, but I will. I promise you that.” Civilian tried to nod but stopped when a harsh pain flooded their skull. They went to say something but the words came out mumbled, yet still they pushed themselves to sit up. Villain saw the exact moment the wave of nausea passed through them, knew how they felt as the room spun around them and their head suddenly felt like it was attached to a load of bricks. Villain caught them before they had time to reel and fall.
“Woah, woah. I know, darling, believe me I know. Just lean back… that’s it. There you go, well done. I’m right here, you’ll be okay.” Villain helped Civilian lay down again as they spoke, moving to rub gentle circles on their shoulder.
The door went in the background and Villain released a breath; the doctor had finally arrived. They rushed in wearing a combination of pyjamas, a dressing gown and polished black loafers, a leather briefcase tucked under one arm. If the situation had been less serious, Villain might have laughed. Villain moved a side to let the doctor tend to Civilian, explaining everything to them in quiet tones. Villain doubted if Civilian would remember any of this by the time they were recovered, but it served to calm them in the moment.
“You’re doing so well,” Villain murmured as the doctor finally stood back, the pair sharing a nod.
“Don’t leave them alone,” the doctor advised, “you know the drill. Falling asleep and not responding when you try to wake them is a no-go, so is any vomiting. Call me if anything happens.” They fixed Villain with a hard look, as if to convince them that Civilian needed more care than they normally afforded themselves. Villain scoffed. They might have had little care for their own health and wellbeing, but the same was not true for Civilian. The doctor must have seen this in Villain’s response, for they nodded once more before taking their leave.
Satisfied that the door was locked and Civilian was no longer in a critical condition, Villain settled down to spend the night by their side. They left only one time to get Civilian their most comfortable blanket, spending the rest of the night wide awake and holding Civilian’s hand.
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villainsandcivilians · 6 months
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Heroes and villains
Hero x Villain
Discussions at candlelight, where a Villain does what it takes to keep his hero safe.
Doubts⋆, where a Villain has to learn to be taken care of by others.
The herald and the heretic, where the chosen by ancient gods in opposition find connection in their situations
Crying over spilled milk, where things grow too overwhelming for Hero to handle alone.
White snow, red bed sheets; where Villain fulfills a promise to Hero
Victory, pt 2; where Villain gets rewarded with their favourite hero
Infatuation; where Hero attracts Villain's attention
I met you before; where Villain hurts Hero without knowing who they were.
But what if they offer and I don’t want to say no?⋆; when Hero doesn't want to leave.
Guard, where only Villain can calm Hero down.
Defeat, where Hero loses.
Blood inheritance; where Hero is the child of Supervillian
Straight A Student; where Hero is Supervillain's top student
Stupid and Stranger; where Hero is deemed dumb by everyone, until they meet someone who thinks they are not
Love*; where Hero has never been loved before
Admiration; where Villain captures Hero attention
Liar, where Hero knows Villain is lying.
Stains, where Hero is scared of what they've done
Hostage situation, where Villain makes a deal with the Hero's team and breaks it
"I told you this would happen"
Version 1*; Hero x Supervillain
Version 2; Hero x Villain
Versión 3; Hero x Villain
Villain x Civilian
One to go⋆, pt 2, pt3, pt4, pt5; where Supervillain finds potential in Civilian
Found, where a strategist discovers something too late
Knee scrapes and bullet wounds, where a Soldier is force to balance their loyalties and their love for a civilian.
Rescued, where Civilian's scared of their rescuer
Requests
Request #1 ; where Villain reads Hero's diary
Request #2; where Villain spared Hero´s life
Request #3; where Civilian is not who Hero thought they were
Request #4; where Hero gets gifted away to Villain
Request#5, pt2, where Hero can't rememeber
Request #6; where Hero can't escape their destiny
Request #7, pt2 where civilian is in the wrong place at the wrong time
Request #8; "Who did that?"
More heroes and villains, fantasy setting.
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Thank you for all of your kind comments! This is a side blog so I can’t reply but I really love reading them!
Congrats on 238 followers! For the dialogue prompts, could you do some fluff about a married civilian and villain, with prompts 7 and 11? Love your writing!
Thank you and absolutely! Got a bit carried away with the word count on this one, hope you enjoy.
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; none! :)
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238 Follower Prompts
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Villain couldn’t believe their luck. How had someone like them – violent, cruel, unforgiving – ended up with something as sweet and gentle as Civilian? They were polar opposites in every sense of the word, yet Civilian kept coming back for more. They wanted to spend time together, they wanted to go out together, they wanted to do absolutely nothing but just sit in each other’s company. A reality like this was always something from a fantasy life that people like Villain just didn’t get. They had resigned themselves to it long since, simply accepting that couples walking around together, holding hands, buying each other gifts for birthdays and holidays just wasn’t something they would be able to experience. And that was alright. In this line of work, a significant other could prove very quickly to be a fatal flaw. But then, along came Civilian.
They had met when Villain, with no justification other than acting on instinct, had saved Civilian from getting mugged by a bunch of cronies belonging to Villain’s arch nemesis. They had to be very little to make the gang leave, but it left them questioning why they hadn’t just left this little slip of a thing to get beaten up. To say it was out of character was an understatement and it had baffled them ever since. Civilian, trembling and more grateful than they could ever voice, thanked Villain endlessly. Eventually, Villain asked if Civilian knew who they were. Civilian, themselves as baffled as Villain had ever seen one look, replied with of course I do, but you just saved my life. Villain hadn’t seen that coming.
That, of course, left Villain wanting to know more about Civilian and they started researching them as soon as they got back to their base. Civilian had taken the usual ‘online safety precautions’ as prescribed by internet companies everywhere, but one of the first things that you learned upon entering the underworld was that these measures did absolutely nothing. Even if someone higher up in society had a safety setup of a higher calibre, all it did was create a headache for the villain involved – it would do nothing more than delay their schedule. Civilian’s information was available to Villain immediately, however. They worked in a coffee shop not far away from where Villain had met them, and although a little out of the way of Villain’s headquarters, it wasn’t that far.
Villain had visited them at work, the rest of the shop going about their business without recognising them. Civilian was delighted to see them, for some reason they couldn’t work out, and even laughed when they said they knew Villain would want to find out about them. They made a joke about the invasion of privacy that even Villain had to laugh at, then said if they wanted to know more about their life, they should have just asked them out. Villain’s eyebrows had raised in a rare display of genuine surprise, before they fell back into their signature smirk, mouth curving as they started flirting in earnest. They had started going out regularly after that and had never looked back.
Eventually, Civilian was spending so much time at Villain’s headquarters that they suggested they just moved in. Villain was able to afford all the luxuries of life while Civilian was still having trouble balancing rent money and electricity bills for a place they hardly lived in anymore. There had been some back and forth at the time but in the end, Civilian agreed. Villain had proposed not long after. The wedding had been no expenses spared, as Civilian had come to learn was Villain’s style, the honeymoon some far off tropical paradise they had only ever dreamed of visiting. Villain’s answer when Civilian told them this was that Civilian themselves was the paradise Villain had only ever dreamed of.
Villain shook their head gently, fond memories playing back through their mind on a reel. They were laid out on one of the many sofas in their living room on the 47th floor of their building, their ankles loosely crossed and their head leaning back against some pillows. The entire floor had been designed as their private quarters, a space in which work was kept firmly out. They had always needed this separation, but it was especially important now because of Civilian. Villain didn’t know if Civilian simply blocked out the finer details of their work, didn’t know or didn’t let themselves think about it too hard, but either way they wanted nothing to do with it and Villain would do anything to keep it that way. Despite the ignorance of the darker side of Villain’s life that Villain themselves always encouraged, the underworld was not unaware of Civilian. Villain had known it would come out sooner rather than later – it always did – so they told the network of thieves, low lives and crime lords on their own terms. They made it clear that Civilian was theirs and under their protection, so any attack on them would be an attack on Villain. No one had dared trouble Civilian.
Villain felt their chest puff out in pride, that Civilian had entrusted themselves to Villain and Villain had kept them safe. They felt like they were doing it right now, even though they were already in their own fortress with more safety measures than any other place in the country. Civilian was laying flat on top of Villain, body pliant and trusting and their eyes soft. They had buried their face into Villain’s chest, one arm on their shoulder and the other gently touching their side. Villain had their chin resting on top of their head, one arm across their lower back and tracing circles into their waist, the other holding their shoulders close. Villain couldn’t help a smirk when Civilian’s eyes closed. No one else would dare come within a two mile radius of Villain with their defences down, yet here was Civilian, giving Villain their complete trust and blind faith. Villain couldn’t help how powerful that made them feel.
“God you’re gorgeous,” they murmured into Civilian’s hair, grinning at Civilian’s smile.
“You flatterer,” they muttered good-naturedly, squeezing Villain’s frame tighter. Villain kept their grin as they started peppering kisses over Civilian’s hair.
“Hardly,” they said, “that’s exactly what you are.” Civilian started leaving their own kisses on Villain’s shoulder, the only place they could reach without moving.
“I’m nothing compared to you. Don’t say anything – you know I’m right.” Villain gave an amused huff.
“What did I do to deserve you, hm?”
“Everything,” Civilian breathed, finally leaning up for a proper, slow kiss. It was astoundingly gentle, filled with as much love as each could muster for the other. “You did everything you could for me, so here I am. I’m not going anywhere.” Villain swallowed, dropping Civilian’s gaze for the briefest of moments.
“Love you.” Civilian kissed them again.
“I love you too.”
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hey there, can I be added to the general taglist. I your work
Of course you can, thank you so much!
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Congrats on 238 followers! For the dialogue prompts, could you do some fluff about a married civilian and villain, with prompts 7 and 11? Love your writing!
Thank you and absolutely! Got a bit carried away with the word count on this one, hope you enjoy.
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; none! :)
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238 Follower Prompts
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Villain couldn’t believe their luck. How had someone like them – violent, cruel, unforgiving – ended up with something as sweet and gentle as Civilian? They were polar opposites in every sense of the word, yet Civilian kept coming back for more. They wanted to spend time together, they wanted to go out together, they wanted to do absolutely nothing but just sit in each other’s company. A reality like this was always something from a fantasy life that people like Villain just didn’t get. They had resigned themselves to it long since, simply accepting that couples walking around together, holding hands, buying each other gifts for birthdays and holidays just wasn’t something they would be able to experience. And that was alright. In this line of work, a significant other could prove very quickly to be a fatal flaw. But then, along came Civilian.
They had met when Villain, with no justification other than acting on instinct, had saved Civilian from getting mugged by a bunch of cronies belonging to Villain’s arch nemesis. They had to be very little to make the gang leave, but it left them questioning why they hadn’t just left this little slip of a thing to get beaten up. To say it was out of character was an understatement and it had baffled them ever since. Civilian, trembling and more grateful than they could ever voice, thanked Villain endlessly. Eventually, Villain asked if Civilian knew who they were. Civilian, themselves as baffled as Villain had ever seen one look, replied with of course I do, but you just saved my life. Villain hadn’t seen that coming.
That, of course, left Villain wanting to know more about Civilian and they started researching them as soon as they got back to their base. Civilian had taken the usual ‘online safety precautions’ as prescribed by internet companies everywhere, but one of the first things that you learned upon entering the underworld was that these measures did absolutely nothing. Even if someone higher up in society had a safety setup of a higher calibre, all it did was create a headache for the villain involved – it would do nothing more than delay their schedule. Civilian’s information was available to Villain immediately, however. They worked in a coffee shop not far away from where Villain had met them, and although a little out of the way of Villain’s headquarters, it wasn’t that far.
Villain had visited them at work, the rest of the shop going about their business without recognising them. Civilian was delighted to see them, for some reason they couldn’t work out, and even laughed when they said they knew Villain would want to find out about them. They made a joke about the invasion of privacy that even Villain had to laugh at, then said if they wanted to know more about their life, they should have just asked them out. Villain’s eyebrows had raised in a rare display of genuine surprise, before they fell back into their signature smirk, mouth curving as they started flirting in earnest. They had started going out regularly after that and had never looked back.
Eventually, Civilian was spending so much time at Villain’s headquarters that they suggested they just moved in. Villain was able to afford all the luxuries of life while Civilian was still having trouble balancing rent money and electricity bills for a place they hardly lived in anymore. There had been some back and forth at the time but in the end, Civilian agreed. Villain had proposed not long after. The wedding had been no expenses spared, as Civilian had come to learn was Villain’s style, the honeymoon some far off tropical paradise they had only ever dreamed of visiting. Villain’s answer when Civilian told them this was that Civilian themselves was the paradise Villain had only ever dreamed of.
Villain shook their head gently, fond memories playing back through their mind on a reel. They were laid out on one of the many sofas in their living room on the 47th floor of their building, their ankles loosely crossed and their head leaning back against some pillows. The entire floor had been designed as their private quarters, a space in which work was kept firmly out. They had always needed this separation, but it was especially important now because of Civilian. Villain didn’t know if Civilian simply blocked out the finer details of their work, didn’t know or didn’t let themselves think about it too hard, but either way they wanted nothing to do with it and Villain would do anything to keep it that way. Despite the ignorance of the darker side of Villain’s life that Villain themselves always encouraged, the underworld was not unaware of Civilian. Villain had known it would come out sooner rather than later – it always did – so they told the network of thieves, low lives and crime lords on their own terms. They made it clear that Civilian was theirs and under their protection, so any attack on them would be an attack on Villain. No one had dared trouble Civilian.
Villain felt their chest puff out in pride, that Civilian had entrusted themselves to Villain and Villain had kept them safe. They felt like they were doing it right now, even though they were already in their own fortress with more safety measures than any other place in the country. Civilian was laying flat on top of Villain, body pliant and trusting and their eyes soft. They had buried their face into Villain’s chest, one arm on their shoulder and the other gently touching their side. Villain had their chin resting on top of their head, one arm across their lower back and tracing circles into their waist, the other holding their shoulders close. Villain couldn’t help a smirk when Civilian’s eyes closed. No one else would dare come within a two mile radius of Villain with their defences down, yet here was Civilian, giving Villain their complete trust and blind faith. Villain couldn’t help how powerful that made them feel.
“God you’re gorgeous,” they murmured into Civilian’s hair, grinning at Civilian’s smile.
“You flatterer,” they muttered good-naturedly, squeezing Villain’s frame tighter. Villain kept their grin as they started peppering kisses over Civilian’s hair.
“Hardly,” they said, “that’s exactly what you are.” Civilian started leaving their own kisses on Villain’s shoulder, the only place they could reach without moving.
“I’m nothing compared to you. Don’t say anything – you know I’m right.” Villain gave an amused huff.
“What did I do to deserve you, hm?”
“Everything,” Civilian breathed, finally leaning up for a proper, slow kiss. It was astoundingly gentle, filled with as much love as each could muster for the other. “You did everything you could for me, so here I am. I’m not going anywhere.” Villain swallowed, dropping Civilian’s gaze for the briefest of moments.
“Love you.” Civilian kissed them again.
“I love you too.”
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Villain x Civilian... Though Civilian is a supervillain in retirement and is way more powerful but the villain doesn't know that and tries to kidnap Civilian.
I love this idea so much!
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; breaking in, attempted kidnap, threats of violence
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Villain checked the time on their watch; a minute to midnight. It was almost time to set their plan in motion. They were skulking outside the house of a wealthy civilian, waiting for the opportunity to break in and kidnap them. Villain had carefully turned off all of the alarms and CCTV cameras on the property, running over the building’s floor plan all the while. It had struck them as odd that a place as full of valuables as this only had one camera and one alarm, but they had to admit it made their job easier. That was the thing with civilians – they were either scared to death that they would be robbed of their worldly possessions and put their security up to the max, or, like this person, they were cocky and thought no one would dare try to break into their home. Villain grinned wide as the clock struck midnight. Time to go.
They slipped in through a large sash window once they had carefully worked the latch open, then began making their way down the first of a series of ornately decorated corridors. The carpet was a rich red colour, oak panelling stretched all along both walls and occasionally there was a decorative table housing some priceless piece of history. Villain didn’t take much time to look at any of it.
They had been watching Civilian for a while now, planning out their daily routine, deciding where they would be at which time and what they would be doing. Civilian was a part time ‘politician’, as far as Villain could tell. They spent most of their time at home, but when they were out, it was usually because they were discussing business affairs with the mayor. Mayor was the real target of this operation, given that it was them Villain wanted to rob. It wasn’t as easy as just breaking and entering when it came to them; there was around the clock security to deal with, umpteen cameras and silent alarm systems. Villain knew, because they’d already tried. Capturing someone close to the mayor and holding them hostage was a backup plan.
The further Villain crept through the house, the more they began to wonder if they should give up on the kidnapping and just rob Civilian. The entire place was dripping in wealth, though Civilian was still quite young given the vast riches in their possession. It must be family money, villain thought as they passed a series of priceless mounted portraits on their right. Either that or they got lucky. Villain froze to the spot, a faint nose catching their attention. By rights, Civilian should only be a few rooms over, so maybe they had just moved something. An antique book, perhaps, one of a massive collection housed in the library in which Villain was expecting them to be. Maybe they could lift a few books on their way out.
Villain could hardly believe their luck when they got to the right room. The door had been left ajar, just wide enough that they could slip through unnoticed. Civilian was standing with their back turned, leaning forwards and perusing a bookshelf with avid interest. They would never see it coming. Villain tiptoed their way across the room, silently drawing a chemical-soaked cloth from their pocket and raising their hand in front of them, preparing to press it over Civilian’s mouth. They were almost within touching distance, and then –
Villain frowned. Their hand had just stopped. Mid-air, like it had been frozen in place. They tugged backwards, but their hand wouldn’t budge. Neither would their arm. Villain could feel panic starting to rise in their chest as they tried to take a step backwards and found their legs wouldn’t comply. Their body trembled with the effort of trying to move, but their muscles just wouldn’t listen. Villain could feel adrenaline starting to slide through their veins, their heartbeat sounding in their ears. Then, they heard a low, confident chuckle. Coming from Civilian.
Villain directed their eyes forwards to look at the person in front of them, who was now slowly turning around. They had just one finger raised a fraction of an inch, a malicious glint in their eyes a grin that rivalled Villain’s own.
“Well hello, darling,” came their voice, honey smooth and full of vicious enjoyment. It was a voice Villain hadn’t heard for years, not since they had first been starting out. but surely, it couldn’t be… The owner of that voice had disappeared without a trace years ago, never to be seen or heard from again. Unless –
“Have you worked it out yet, sweetheart? I’d be disappointed if you hadn’t.” Supervillain. It was a cruel smile that stretched their lips as they stepped forward, giving a low hum of amusement. “Nothing to say? Why, surely you should at least be trying to do something by now. Are your powers not telekinetic? Do you have to move to be able to use them?” Villain visibly gulped.
“I’m – I’m not powered,” they whispered, surprised they were even able to move their lips to form the words. Supervillain’s mask broke for a moment, their eyebrows raising slightly in what seemed like genuine surprise before they leaned their head back and let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You actually thought you’d be able to kidnap me?” They said, still laughing in disbelief. “And you’re not even powered?” They let out another guffaw, dropping the hand which held Villain in place even at arm’s length. Only Villain still couldn’t move.
“How…”
“Sweetheart, please. You were so astounded that I could control you by just raising a finger – you can’t blame me for playing with you just a little bit.” A horrible nausea started rising in the back of Villain’s throat.
“Everyone thinks you’re dead.” A smirk this time, and an amused huff.
“Do they think that? Or do you all say it to one another just to make yourselves feel safer, lest there be a repeat of Slate Bridge.” Villain almost wanted to close their eyes at the memory. So many had died, so much razed to the ground – and for what? Villainy was one thing, kidnapping, stealing and even the occasional murder. But that? That had just been carnage. Purely for the twisted enjoyment of the brilliant mind stood before them. “Do try not to pass out on me. I know I’m a terrifying sight to behold but you unconscious is really just going to make my night a lot more complicated than it needs to be.”
“What are you going to do with me?” Supervillain leaned forwards into Villain’s space, eyes glinting in the warm light emitting from a nearby lamp.
“You sound scared. You should have thought about that before you broke into my house.” Without so much as lifting a hand, Supervillain levitated Villain off the ground and began striding down the hallway outside the library, Villain’s limp body following helplessly behind. “You won’t be telling anyone who I am, Villain, that’s for sure.”
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238 Follower Celebration!!
Initially, this was going to be a 100 follower celebration. Then, a 200 follower celebration. However, it is now a 238 follower celebration!
It really hasn’t taken me very long to get this number of followers and I’m so glad that so many of you are enjoying my writing! Thank you all so much, you are greatly appreciated!
For the celebration you can send me as many dialogue prompts as you like (and as many requests as you like) and I will write a story around them! I will go in the order of oldest to newest and I’m aiming to write several stories a week. The main rule is no NSFW, though there is a short rules post linked to my masterlist. I’m really looking forward to writing these prompts!
Now, without further ado, here are the dialogue prompts! 
Sweetheart, please. Let me help you- // Don’t touch me.
Tell me who did this. // I... // Give me a name!
You... you lied to me. About everything?
I only wanted to protect you.
What am I supposed to do without you?
Please. Please don’t go.
God you’re gorgeous.
I would do anything for you.
Stay.
I love you more than anything. // Please... please don’t-
What did I do to deserve you, hm?
Look at me, look at me. I’m here, okay? I’m right here.
Just lean back... that’s it. There you go, well done. I’m right here, you’ll be okay.
You’re doing so well.
Just let me hold you, please? Let me have this.
Get away from them. Final warning.
Or what? What are you going to do about it, Villain?
You’re afraid of me.
Please don’t do this.
I’m sorry. This is my only choice.
I still love you. That hasn’t changed. It won’t ever change.
You shouldn’t have done that.
Big mistake. // Oh yeah? Why? // Now I have nothing left to lose.
Your heart’s absolutely pounding. Are you scared, darling?
Take me, not them. Please. // Beg me and I might consider it.
They damn near killed me.
Come now, sweetheart, don’t look so frightened.
I’m not going to kill you.
Go. // ...I- // Now! Before I change my mind.
Were you gonna hit me with that?
Your name, sweetheart. And do yourself a favour; don’t try to give me a false one. I’ll know.
You’re a monster. // I am. I’ve never tried to pretend otherwise.
Get your hands off me. // Now I don’t really think you want me to do that, do you?
Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!
Ah, ah. Running won’t work with me, you should know that by now.
I just want you to hear me out.
Did you just hit me with a... a newspaper? // I’m so sorry!
Just look at that. // Carnage and destruction? // Glorious.
Coffee? ...Why are you looking at me like I’d put poison in my own salvation?
You’re lucky I like you.
Do I frighten you?
Like you’d care. // I have always cared about you. I always will.
Just stay by my side. You’ll be alright.
Was that really your best effort?
Aww, did you think you’d done something clever?
Well this is shaping up to be an excellent day. [sarcastic]
Bravo, really, well done. Great job. [also sarcastic]
Now look what you’ve done.
Darling, I would never hurt you. You know that. You know that, right?
Look at me.
You’re going to regret that.
Oh, you didn’t tell them? The person you’re closest to, the one you’re meant to trust the most, and you didn’t tell them your darkest secret?
Enough. Enough of all of this.
You know what? That’s it, I’m done. Do what you want.
I’ve got you. Just breathe, I’ve got you.
Let’s just get on with this, hm?
Was that meant to be a threat? Darling, I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that.
I’m sorry about your little... pastime. // Don’t you dare talk about Civilian.
Any last words? // I’m done being intimidated by you.
Why won’t you just listen? Are you even hearing me? // I’m sorry. I’ll come back for you, I swear.
You’re better than this. I know you’re better than this.
I know you. // Really? Sweetheart, you don’t know the first thing about me.
I hope you know I’m never going to see you the same way again.
Gods, you don’t even care, do you?
I’m gonna kill you - // You don’t have the strength.
I thought I knew you. // Pity.
I tried to warn you. You wouldn’t listen.
Is that all I am, then? Collateral?
Last chance.
Do I look like I give a damn?
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This is part two of Hero kidnapping and hurting Villain’s civilian! Here’s part one if you’re just tuning in
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; injuries, violence, blood (but also it’s hurt/comfort)
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Civilian could feel their body trembling in the strongest wave of relief they could ever remember feeling. Hero froze, their head whipping around to pinpoint the source of the voice. The warehouse lights boomed as they switched off, each in quick succession until the only one remaining was over Civilian’s head. Hero spun on a heel, peering through the encroaching darkness.
“How did you get in here?” A vicious chuckle resounded beneath the steel rafters.
“Darling, you have no idea what I can do. Now if you have time, I’d like to discuss something with you before you leave.” Civilian saw Hero’s chest start to heave, their breaths becoming more panicked.
“Security? Security!”
“Oh no,” Villain purred, “that isn’t going to work. I’m afraid they’ve been… indisposed.” Hero grit their teeth, their brow drawn.
“What have you done to them?”
“What have you done to Civilian?” Hero’s blood ran cold.
“Villain.”
“There you go.”
The final light went out.
Then the screaming started.
Villain must have had some next level tech to be able to see what they were doing, because Civilian couldn’t see a hand in front of their face. They were beyond glad that they didn’t know what was going on. Hero’s voice went from angry and demanding to afraid and hurt in a matter of seconds. Civilian could hear every cry of pain, even though they suspected Villain had moved the fight – fight, that was hardly what was going on right now – away from them. There was a resounding thud, a broken wheeze following, before everything went silent. Civilian looked around fruitlessly, torn between keeping silent and calling out for Villain.
“Sweetheart-”
“Oh my god!” They yelled out of instinct. The voice of their lover had appeared right next to them out of nowhere and their nerves were already in tatters.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’s only me. I’ve got you now, you’ll be alright. We’re going home.”
Villain wasted no time in slicing through the ropes on Civilian’s wrists then hauling them up into their arms, not bothering with the lights as they made their way towards the side door they’d managed to break in through. Civilian hissed as Villain stepped outside, squeezing their eyes shut and burying their face into their partner’s shoulder. Villain murmured quiet reassurances during the walk back to an unmarked black van parked around the corner. They got into the back and situated Civilian next to them, then banged a fist on the divider to tell the driver to leave.
Civilian kept their eyes shut on the drive back to Villain’s headquarters. They felt safe and protected in Villain’s strong embrace and for the first time that day, they allowed themselves to relax. Villain’s hand rubbed a steady, gentle pattern over Civilian’s back, their chin resting on top of their partner’s head and occasionally leaving soft kisses on their hair. Villain indulged themselves for a moment, allowing their eyes to close just temporarily so they could breathe in Civilian’s sent and know that they were here, safe. The murderous rage they had directed towards Hero was still roiling beneath their skin, but they were able to push it down – Civilian needed them more right now.
When they arrived back at Villain’s base, Villain simply scooped Civilian back into their arms to carry them inside. Civilian leaned back far enough to see Villain’s face for the first time since they had been reunited, and Villain’s rage was stoked once more at the sight. Their sharp gaze locked onto Civilian’s bloody face, the unnatural angle of their nose and the way their brows were lightly furrowed as if they had a headache. It was an effort not to snarl. Civilian’s eyes widened.
“Villain, I’m so sorry!” Sorry? What could they possibly be apologising for- “I’ve got blood all over your shirt!” Villain blinked once. Twice. Then glanced down at their white dress shirt, which was stained irrefutably red.
“Why would you think that matters to me?” They asked softly. “You’re hurt; that’s what matters. I have hundreds of shirts, and I can easily get more if I want to.” Civilian swallowed, suddenly looking close to tears. “Hey,” Villain murmured, “you’re alright now, you’re with me. I’ve got you. I’m so sorry – I won’t let anything like this happen to you again, I swear.” Civilian sniffled, moving to wrap their arms around Villain’s neck and press a kiss to their cheek.
“Don’t you dare blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault.”
Little was said after that. Villain took Civilian to their private quarters and then their lavish bathroom, setting them gently down on a counter and getting to work on their injuries. They gave a sigh of relief when it turned out Civilian’s ribs were bruised and not broken, though the same couldn’t be said for their nose. Hero was lucky Villain had left them breathing. They kept that thought to themselves though, not wanting to upset Civilian any further.
Once Civilian’s nose was set to the best of Villain’s ability and their other more minor injuries were seen to as well, Villain insisted on carrying Civilian into the lounge so that they could rest. Civilian ended up half sprawled across Villain, their arms entangled and Civilian fast asleep. Villain was careful to stay awake, just to make sure that nothing happened to Civilian. They would never have to go through an ordeal like that again, Villain decided in that moment, not as long as Villain lived.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!!
Hello! It is lovely to read your words and i saw that prompt ideas were open? I was wondering if you would like to do some civilian whump? Maybe by a new hero who doesn't understand the rules about interrogating (hurting and panicking) villain's civilian? Civilian is a whumpy, whimpering mess by the time villain finds them. All of the angst with comfort at the end.
Love your work, cant wait to see more!!!
Thank you and I’m sorry this took so long, I really enjoyed writing it! I got a bit carried away on the word count so stay tuned for part 2!
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; capture/taunting/injuring of Civilian, blood
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Civilian’s whole body jolted at the heavy sound of warehouse lights switching on a few paces behind them. Their hands trembled as they lay bound to the arms of a cold metal chair, a plain wooden desk in front of them. The room was so wide that Civilian couldn’t see to the edges of it. There seemed to be nothing around, only the occasional steel support girder rising up out of the gloom. The ceiling too was high enough that Civilian had to strain to see it properly, though they were too full of nervous energy to keep their eyes in one place for too long.
Civilian had lost track of how long they had been sitting here, how long it had been since they’d been snatched off the street and stuffed into the back of an unmarked van. A foul smelling cloth had been pressed over their nose and mouth and they briefly remembered their throat feeling scratchy before they passed out. it wasn’t much better when they’d woken up tied to the chair.
An unexpected chill travelled rapidly across Civilian’s skin to leave goosebumps in its wake, their blood turning to ice. Someone had just entered the room.
Villain was very good at keeping Civilian out of anything like this. If they had work to do, Civilian wasn’t around to see it. If someone from the underworld came over Civilian rarely if ever met them, and if it couldn’t be avoided, Civilian knew Villain would have threatened them beyond anything they would have expected first. All of that didn’t mean that Civilian had absolutely no knowledge about how these things worked, and though they had never been held hostage before, they had some idea of how this would go. It sent a tremor straight through their bones.
The slow, steady footsteps started up behind them not long after, the person prowling like some great predator towards their next meal. They knew Civilian had nowhere to run, and they wanted to enjoy what happened next. Civilian wished, not for the first time, that the gag they had been forced to wear was loose enough that they could remove it, that they could at the very least say something before… before what? They didn’t know. Their kidnapper was standing right behind them. Civilian lurched forward in a panic as the assailant’s boot connected with the back of their chair, sending it forward to crush Civilian’s ribs against the edge of the table. They gasped out in pain as best they could through the fabric covering their mouth.
Through the pain blossoming across their ribs, Civilian heard a pleased hum sound from behind them, before the person prowled slowly around the table and stood on the other side. Civilian couldn’t make out anything about them through the darkness of the warehouse. They felt some false sense of security with the table between the two of them, only to have it shattered when the other leaned across and closed that distance like it was nothing. They planted two broad hands on the table either side of Civilian’s smaller frame, their head tilted to one side like they were studying an insect trapped in a glass case.
“I take it you know why you’re here,” said a rough voice in a manner that let Civilian know it was not a question. Civilian’s breathing picked up, forced to tilt their head back to see the person leaning over them. They drew their brows together, trying to convey that they were innocent, that they didn’t know what was going on. “Answer me.”
Civilian flinched when one hand came down on top of their head, fingers twisting around their hair and pulling back hard, wrenching their neck to the side despite how they tried to resist. They began babbling behind the gag, knowing full well the other person couldn’t hear them but they could think of anything else to do.
“Oh, I see now.” Their voice had gone honey sweet. “You can’t talk.” They threw Civilian’s head forwards with enough force that their face connected with the table, an unmistakable crack sounding through the room as pain flared through Civilian’s nose. Their eyes burned with tears and they felt something hot and sticky start to slide down their face and soak into the fabric of the gag. A pounding headache had started behind their eyes. Their captor withdrew, only to immediately fly forwards with another hand raised. Civilian tried to curl inwards, tried to protect themselves – only for a terrifying boom to echo out around them as their captor’s flat palm made contact with the table. Breathing shaky, Civilian dared to glance up through blurry eyes to see a malicious grin on the other’s face.
“I think we’ll leave this for now, Civilian. Give you a little break. I’m sure you’ll be alright in here for a little while, won’t you? Then we can have a proper chat a little bit later.” The look in their captor’s eyes was almost caring. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” That smooth baritone was something Civilian could never mistake, and never had they been happier to hear it before in their life. Villain.
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Hello! It is lovely to read your words and i saw that prompt ideas were open? I was wondering if you would like to do some civilian whump? Maybe by a new hero who doesn't understand the rules about interrogating (hurting and panicking) villain's civilian? Civilian is a whumpy, whimpering mess by the time villain finds them. All of the angst with comfort at the end.
Love your work, cant wait to see more!!!
Thank you and I’m sorry this took so long, I really enjoyed writing it! I got a bit carried away on the word count so stay tuned for part 2!
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; capture/taunting/injuring of Civilian, blood
Masterlist
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Civilian’s whole body jolted at the heavy sound of warehouse lights switching on a few paces behind them. Their hands trembled as they lay bound to the arms of a cold metal chair, a plain wooden desk in front of them. The room was so wide that Civilian couldn’t see to the edges of it. There seemed to be nothing around, only the occasional steel support girder rising up out of the gloom. The ceiling too was high enough that Civilian had to strain to see it properly, though they were too full of nervous energy to keep their eyes in one place for too long.
Civilian had lost track of how long they had been sitting here, how long it had been since they’d been snatched off the street and stuffed into the back of an unmarked van. A foul smelling cloth had been pressed over their nose and mouth and they briefly remembered their throat feeling scratchy before they passed out. it wasn’t much better when they’d woken up tied to the chair.
An unexpected chill travelled rapidly across Civilian’s skin to leave goosebumps in its wake, their blood turning to ice. Someone had just entered the room.
Villain was very good at keeping Civilian out of anything like this. If they had work to do, Civilian wasn’t around to see it. If someone from the underworld came over Civilian rarely if ever met them, and if it couldn’t be avoided, Civilian knew Villain would have threatened them beyond anything they would have expected first. All of that didn’t mean that Civilian had absolutely no knowledge about how these things worked, and though they had never been held hostage before, they had some idea of how this would go. It sent a tremor straight through their bones.
The slow, steady footsteps started up behind them not long after, the person prowling like some great predator towards their next meal. They knew Civilian had nowhere to run, and they wanted to enjoy what happened next. Civilian wished, not for the first time, that the gag they had been forced to wear was loose enough that they could remove it, that they could at the very least say something before… before what? They didn’t know. Their kidnapper was standing right behind them. Civilian lurched forward in a panic as the assailant’s boot connected with the back of their chair, sending it forward to crush Civilian’s ribs against the edge of the table. They gasped out in pain as best they could through the fabric covering their mouth.
Through the pain blossoming across their ribs, Civilian heard a pleased hum sound from behind them, before the person prowled slowly around the table and stood on the other side. Civilian couldn’t make out anything about them through the darkness of the warehouse. They felt some false sense of security with the table between the two of them, only to have it shattered when the other leaned across and closed that distance like it was nothing. They planted two broad hands on the table either side of Civilian’s smaller frame, their head tilted to one side like they were studying an insect trapped in a glass case.
“I take it you know why you’re here,” said a rough voice in a manner that let Civilian know it was not a question. Civilian’s breathing picked up, forced to tilt their head back to see the person leaning over them. They drew their brows together, trying to convey that they were innocent, that they didn’t know what was going on. “Answer me.”
Civilian flinched when one hand came down on top of their head, fingers twisting around their hair and pulling back hard, wrenching their neck to the side despite how they tried to resist. They began babbling behind the gag, knowing full well the other person couldn’t hear them but they could think of anything else to do.
“Oh, I see now.” Their voice had gone honey sweet. “You can’t talk.” They threw Civilian’s head forwards with enough force that their face connected with the table, an unmistakable crack sounding through the room as pain flared through Civilian’s nose. Their eyes burned with tears and they felt something hot and sticky start to slide down their face and soak into the fabric of the gag. A pounding headache had started behind their eyes. Their captor withdrew, only to immediately fly forwards with another hand raised. Civilian tried to curl inwards, tried to protect themselves – only for a terrifying boom to echo out around them as their captor’s flat palm made contact with the table. Breathing shaky, Civilian dared to glance up through blurry eyes to see a malicious grin on the other’s face.
“I think we’ll leave this for now, Civilian. Give you a little break. I’m sure you’ll be alright in here for a little while, won’t you? Then we can have a proper chat a little bit later.” The look in their captor’s eyes was almost caring. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” That smooth baritone was something Civilian could never mistake, and never had they been happier to hear it before in their life. Villain.
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AHH THANK YOU!! I may or may not come back with more requests >:) be prepared (I adore your writing thank you it’s so soft and fluffy I love it sm)
You’re welcome, and please do! I’m really glad you’re enjoying it. Sorry I didn’t reply for so long!
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Hi. Regarding villain x civilian with glasses story, you probably already have a request for Part 3. If so, is it possible to request a scene idea within that story? What I had in mind is Civilian’s glasses are off (maybe they came off in a scuffle with enemies or Villain removed them while flirting or for something more practical, you can decide if you want) and Villain gently slides them back into place on her face. How does that sound?
I am back! Yes I have, and that's such a great idea. Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy!
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
Here’s Part 1 and Part 2
**Warnings; brief mention of wounds
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It seemed that once Villain was done tending to Civilian’s wounds, her entire way of being changed. She was all business, typing away furiously into what must have been an incredibly expensive, highly safeguarded laptop. She poured over the array of papers littered across her coffee table as though they were the only things left in the world, as if her vision didn’t extend any further than the information before her. That said, Civilian noted with some form of unexpected joy, Villain became the caring person she had been when bandaging Civilian’s hands every time they interacted.
Civilian was curled up in an armchair across the room, dutifully avoiding picking up any details Villain’s work. Villain had given her permission to peruse the many books covering the shelves of the room and read whatever she so chose. She had been given a warm mug of coffee as well, though Villain had never actually left the room. That was the only thing about the situation making her slightly uneasy; how many people did Villain have working for her? And more importantly, who was after Civilian?
“Argh!” Civilian jumped violently as Villain slammed a hand down on the table, sending papers jolting and coffee cups rattling. Civilian could hear her heartbeat in the pounding silence that followed, waiting for a few seconds before speaking quietly.
“What is it?” Villain’s lip curled.
“It’s Nemesis. I should’ve known.” Civilian’s brows drew close, but she said nothing further. Eventually, Villain sighed. “They’re after you. They want to use you to get to me.” Civilian’s fear must have shown on her face, as Villain leaned forwards with as kind a smile as she could manage. “I’m not going to let that happen.”
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Civilian’s heart pounded as she ran beside Villain through the winding backstreets and dark alleys of the city, places Civilian had never dared go before this exact moment. Of course, things hadn’t gone to plan.
After a few days of Civilian just reading whilst Villain planned for every eventuality and complication, Villain finally decided she’d spent long enough recuperating; it was time to head back out into the world. Civilian was not convinced. She said as much to Villain, broaching the topic carefully lest she did something to upset her – she was, after all, a criminal mastermind. Civilian couldn’t let herself forget that. Villain just gave her a winning smirk, teasing her for worrying too much. Besides, it seemed that Villain would lose face among the underworld if she didn’t show herself in public following her latest stunt. And Civilian – to her own dismay – needed to be with her. Also for the sake of showing that Villain hadn’t been cowed down by the threat against Civilian, though some part of Civilian’s mind wondered if she might have just wanted her there for her company.
Things had started out perfectly fine, the pair walking through Villain’s usual haunts and checking in on business here and there, most of which Civilian kept well out of. Villain neatly deflected any questions about her new companion, Civilian giving the name of the false identity that Villain had organised for her. They had almost gotten to the end of Villain’s carefully planned route, the final stop off point in sight, when the hairs on Civilian’s arms had lifted up at a sudden outpouring of static in the air. Villain’s eyes widened a moment later in realisation, then she had grabbed Civilian’s wrist and took off at a sprint.
“What’s happening?” Civilian asked between heaving breaths, hardly able to keep up with Villain’s harsh pace. Stony faced, the criminal had said nothing, just pushing Civilian harder still to make her keep running.
After what seemed like an eternity, the static finally dissipated and Villain allowed Civilian a small rest.
“What was that?” Civilian asked again, crouched down with her elbows on her knees and her heartbeat pounding through her ears.
“Surely you keep up to date with the news, don’t you?” Villain spat, eyes darting around to follow every little movement that Civilian couldn’t even see through the gloom.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Civilian snapped back, momentarily forgetting who she was speaking to. The next thing she knew, she had been hauled to her feet by the collar of her coat, one foot just brushing the concrete below her.
“That was Supervillain. The guy from the next city over, the one person here who can – who poses a threat. To me… and to you.” Villain suddenly realised she was holding Civilian off the ground and gently lowered her to it once more, releasing her collar and slowly shaking her head. Civilian blinked slowly, fitting together the pieces in her mind.
“I thought you said Nemesis was after me.” Villain looked away.
“I did,” she said over her shoulder. “I lied.” She bent down to pick up something of interest from the ground, though what it was, Civilian couldn’t see. “I thought if I told you that, you wouldn’t be too afraid to come out with me. If you knew it was him… I didn’t know what you’d do.” Villain straightened and turned back to her companion, her face close enough that Civilian could almost make out the details in her bright eyes. “I got you into this mess; I was trying to protect you.”
Villain crooked a finger, a sly smirk crossing her features when Civilian stepped forward unquestioningly.
“Thought you might do a bit better with these back, sweetheart.”
Only now did Civilian see what Villain was holding – her glasses. Villain carefully, almost reverently, unfolded the arms and leaned in close to Civilian, bringing her hands up to the other’s face. She gently slid Civilian’s glasses back into place, taking her time in tucking the arms behind her ears and settling the frame back over the bridge of her nose. Villain dropped one hand while the other moved to cup Civilian’s face, her thumb rubbing a slow path beneath the other’s eye.
“You should be more careful with these.” Civilian’s breath hitched as Villain leaned closer still to leave the briefest kiss on her other cheek. Villain disappeared from Civilian’s personal space not a moment later, after throwing one last wink at her when she failed to move. “You coming? Or are you gonna wait for Supervillain to get you so that I get to swoop in like some sort of a hero to see to your daring rescue?”
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Would it be a crime to request fluff where Villain x Civilian sneak out to see each other ,,, (neutral pronouns)
Absolutely not, hope you enjoy! 
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
**Warnings; None! This is just pure fluff :)
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It was late by now, the moon had long since risen and the lights of the city were pouring in through Civilian’s windows. Civilian’s flatmates should be well and truly asleep, which meant that they could stop sitting impatiently on the edge of their bed and start heading out. Civilian’s bag had been crossed over their shoulder for the last half an hour, their coat already done up and prepared to protect them from the chilly autumn air outside. They finally stopped jiggling their leg in nervous excitement in favour of standing up and silently opening their door, creeping through the flat on tip toes then slipping into the hallway outside. They couldn’t contain the grin on their face.
Across the city, villain flicked their collar up and grabbed their keys from a polished glass coffee table. They had given their henchmen the night off – unusual, but not unheard of – and had cleared their schedule completely. It was simply easier that nobody knew about these meetings, less hassle for them and better safety for Civilian, much as they said they could handle it. Villain smiled as they neatly folded themselves into their car, the purr of the engine as it came to life like a soothing voice. Villain felt their body relax into the leather of the seat as they pulled onto the road, the blanket of night something they always found peace in.
Villain’s gleaming Mustang pulled up into Civilian’s road at the exact same time as they appeared from their apartment building, a big parka pulled up around their ears. Villain’s gaze softened just by looking at them. Civilian’s whole face lit up when they saw the car and they broke into a run, hair glinting in the headlights. Villain reached over to open the passenger door from the inside and Civilian arrived shortly thereafter in a blast of cool air. They shut the door quickly and leaned across to Villain, holding them tight as they wrapped their arms around Civilian. Villain’s steady hand found the back of Civilian’s head, pulling them closer still. Civilian squeezed Villain tight before pulling back to kiss them, smile widening at Villain’s muffled laugh.
“Thanks for picking me up,” Civilian said with a grin.
“Always, sweetheart. Where to?” Civilian moved to rest their head on Villain’s shoulder.
“I thought you promised me a movie night,” they teased. “Your place?”
“Why of course.” Civilian knew that tone of voice well; had they been standing up, Villain would have given a theatrical bow.
Civilian moved back to their own seat and Villain drove on smoothly, barely another car on the road. Civilian knew they found the nighttime to be calming, a welcome change from their ordinarily hectic life. Work often extended to the small hours too, but this was when Villain was happiest. They drove with one hand on the wheel and the other entwined with Civilian’s, one thumb gently brushing over the back of their hand. Villain’s calm encompassed Civilian as well, and it seemed like no time had passed at all when they arrived at Villain’s HQ. Once the two had started walking towards the back of the garage and the entrance to the building, Villain took a quick step towards Civilian and scooped them into their arms, a wicked grin on their lips as they easily held their partner up. Civilian looped their arms around Villain’s neck before peppering a series of gentle kisses across their cheek.
The elevator ride up to Villain’s penthouse was over in a flash, and in no time at all Civilian found themselves buried under a pile of velvety dark blankets while Villain gathered snacks and hot chocolate. The introduction of the first film started playing as Villain situated themselves beside their partner, clinking mugs overflowing with marshmallows and sprinkles. Villain spared no expense when it came to Civilian’s happiness, the latter thought with a smile. They wondered if Villain would have ever done something like this had they not met.
For their part, Villain still couldn’t get over the fact that Civilian was happy to do something like this with them. It was a conversation the two had had more than once, but Villain was just about the most dangerous person in the city; Civilian should be running and screaming. Yet here they were, placing their hot chocolate aside in order to snuggle to closer to Villain’s side. The chocolate would go cold if -
“Have you drank that already?” Villain’s face was the picture of amused disbelief, eyes scanning over the cream moustache now decorating Civilian’s upper lip. They offered a playfully sheepish grin in return.
“It was just so good!”
Villain huffed a laugh, quickly finishing their own mug so as to gather Civilian up in their arms instead. Civilian scooted closer still, putting their feet up on the sofa and leaning their back against Villain’s side, their head resting on Villain’s chest. Villain left a content sigh against the top of Civilian’s head, quickly following it up with a kiss. They squeezed their arms around Civilian then turned back to the film, though their thoughts were still quite firmly on the person by their side.
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H/C - Hurt/Comfort
A - Angst
H - Humour
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Hero warns Civilian of Villain, Civilian defends their partner [F]
An injured Villain comes home to find Civilian waiting for them [H/C]
Villain searching for Civilian on their wedding night [H/C] [A]
Civilian finds out she is pregnant and runs away on the wedding night [A]
Villain and Civilian sneak out to see each other [F]
Villain tries to kidnap Civilian (retired Supervillain) [A]
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Villain’s Civilian lover finds out their identity // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 [A] [H/C]
Female Villain flirting with female Civilian who wears glasses // Part 2 // Part 3 [F]
Hero hurts and panics Villain’s Civilian Part 1 // Part 2 [A] [H/C]
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Prompts 7 & 11 [F]
Prompts 13 & 14 [A] [H/C]
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Hi thanks for writing the villain x glasses-wearing civilian Drabble, I enjoyed it a lot. Could I please request part 2 when you have time?
You’re welcome, and of course - sorry this took so long!
Just a reminder that this is not a prompt and requests are open
Here’s Part 1 and Part 3 if you’re just tuning in
**Warnings; gun mention, Civilian is grabbed and almost dragged away, talk of blood/minor wounds
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Civilian spent the next few days convinced Villain was just going to appear out of thin air. Her heart started pounding every time she saw a figure who looked even vaguely similar to her new acquaintance, an occurrence that was happening more and more frequently. She had to start wondering about herself though – she couldn’t decide if it was fear or thrill that made her adrenaline flare to life. Maybe it was both.
About a week after the incident, Civilian was making a late night trip to the supermarket. It was only a short walk from her apartment, and her need to eat something was greater than the potential risks of walking alone at night. It wasn’t exactly a busy neighbourhood, but she had done this plenty of times in the past with no consequence. She was almost halfway there when something she couldn’t identify made her spine stiffen and her steps quicken. Civilian’s head snapped to the side as the reflection of a flickering streetlamp on her glasses temporarily narrowed her view – she was sure something moved on the other side of the street. Civilian swallowed. A ten minute walk to the shop, the only place around that was open this late, or a ten minute walk back to her apartment. She knew it was likely her own overactive imagination, but on the off chance it wasn’t, she couldn’t risk leading someone straight to her front door.
Civilian squared her shoulders and kept walking, sharp eyes alert even as she kept facing forwards. It was an effort not to flinch as a tin can clattered across the asphalt just a few paces in front of her. Just keep walking. An alleyway loomed to her left, the orange light of the nearest streetlamp not even touching the wide doorway she knew waited just beyond its mouth. The can rolled to a stop.
Civilian screamed as someone grabbed her wrist, from behind her, not from the alley, and began struggling as she was spun around and dragged suddenly backwards. She kicked out and clawed wildly at the hand, unable to get a clear view of her assailant. He was tall, she knew that, but she couldn’t make out anything else. Civilian’s breath was coming in short gasps as her struggle started to wane. She squinted through the darkness, eyes snagging on what appeared to be a gleam of steel. A blade? A gun? A burst of ragged energy ripped through her as she decided she wasn’t waiting to find out. Civilian thrashed wildly, repeatedly trying to wrench her hand from the man’s grip to no avail – only for him to let go so suddenly that she went flying, knees and palms scraping across the rough concrete as she landed on all fours. She scrambled to her feet and turned in time to see the man raising both hands, palms out flat, with a gun to the back of his head.
“I wouldn’t do that again,” murmured a frightening soft voice from behind him, only for the woman to hit him hard over the back of the head with the barrel of the gun, no shot to follow. The man crumpled unconscious to the ground, leaving Civilian to glance between him and…
“Villain?” Her voice was incredulous.
“Quiet for me now, sweetheart,” she murmured with a quick wink. “I need you to come with me.” Civilian’s limbs locked into place. She glanced towards the mouth of the alley, the only escape route back to the street. Then to the hand Villain had outstretched. Civilian’s throat went dry.
“Why?” Villain’s eyes narrowed, the only sign of her impatience.
“They know you’re here, and if they get ahold of you, they’ll use you against me. Now let’s go.”
“Who will-”
“There’s no time to explain, Civilian!” Villain hissed. “Come with me now or you can deal with the next henchman who comes along yourself. Take my hand.” That tone brooked no room for argument, and with one last glance at her would-be assailant, she grabbed onto Villain.
Civilian only blinked – or at least thought she had only blinked, but when she opened her eyes again, her surroundings had changed completely. She was standing in the middle of a cosy library, the walls lined with shelves of antique books and a log fire burning away in the iron grated hearth. The room was all soft, warm light and old leather sofas worn with use. A mahogany coffee table covered with scattered papers stood just off-centre, a closed laptop and a cold half-empty cup of coffee on the side nearest to a grand armchair. Civilian only realised she was still clutching Villain’s arm when it was abruptly pulled away from her. She glanced over to Villain, feeling her cheeks heat when the criminal’s smoky eyes gently narrowed into a smirk. Civilian looked away, scanning over the shelves and shelves of books instead.
“What just happened?” She asked in the end, suddenly remembering her fall and looking down at her palms to find them bloody and torn.
“You know exactly what happened, darling,” Villain cooed. “Teleportation, remember?” civilian hummed uneasily.
“And where am I?”
“My evil lair,” Villain replied with a sarcastic flourish, “which just so happens to be furnished in a more homey manner than some of my counterparts.” She chuckled low at the look of disbelief on Civilian’s face. “Somewhere safe, is that good enough for you? Can’t give you an exact location, I’m afraid – security reasons and all that – but we’re still inside the city. Let me see to your hands.”
Civilian blinked at the sudden change in topic, then realised Villain had already got the contents of a first aid kit spread across the coffee table and a pack of sterile wipes in hand. Civilian briefly thought she was going crazy, sitting in what was clearly the workspace of one of the city’s most vicious criminals, letting her clean and bandage her scuffed palms. Then again, what choice did she have? There was clearly a bigger and badder villain out there who was after her, and her wounds did need tending to. Her lips curled into a small smile. She wouldn’t mind if Villain was the one tending to them, either.
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