#villainos x reader

[beatendeadcourier]

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[griffonsgrove]

General Dating Headcanons | Dr. Flug

Dr. Flug X GN!Reader

fandom: Villainous/Villainos words: 1457 cw: none!! just cute tooth-rotting fluff!

a/n: aaa!! following the theme with villainous, I HAD to do our favorite scientist!! Also I'm open for requests!! I'd love to see what yall would send in!!

(Platonic): 

Dr. Flug was the one initially responsible for hiring a new employee for the organization after he had groveled at Black Hat’s feet, begging for an assistant to help lighten his workload.

Reluctantly, Black Hat agreed, but not without scaring the daylights out of the poor doctor first.

Flug thanked the high heavens.

And thus began the search for a new assistant, he sent out multiple ads and flyers, and in little to no time, there was a flood of applicants. Having to sift through each applicant only added even more stress to his ever-growing mountain of work. Most of them didn't really seem to stick out.

That was until he got to yours.

He wasn't quite sure what drew him to your application, maybe it was your astounding track record, accomplishments, and references, or maybe it was because he thought your appearance was pleasing to the eye, something about the gleam in your eyes told him that you were a reasonable, logical and pleasant person to be around.

Which is exactly how you ended up at the front gates of the manor, ready for an interview.

Of course, the first person you met was the doctor himself, he had to disable the alarm system to the manor before letting you in. It’s there that he gives a very brief, albeit awkward introduction.

He unfortunately doesn’t socialize much. 

Everything about his energy, to his stature just screamed nervous wreck. It's from there that he leads you to the Lord’s Office. Surprisingly the interview went well!! If getting demeaned and thrown insults was a norm. But! You got the job!

Now you’re in Flug’s hands, you follow alongside him as he leads you to his lab, listing off all the responsibilities he wanted you to be in charge of some of them being: Organizing files and client paperwork, taking calls from new clients and scheduling appointments, also taking customer reviews, and some minor tidying and organization.

And based on the state of his lab you had a LOT of work to do…

I know some people think Flug is an anxious mess 24/7 but that could not be further from the truth. He’s actually quite egotistical and snarky from time to time, and of course a know-it-all.

He's like the “erm actually ☝️ 🤓” guy in physical form.

IS NOT afraid to correct you over minor errors. He’s very particular about how his things are organized in his lab. He likes to call it his organized chaos. So, if anything gets misplaced, he will get snippy or irritable. 

SO..as long as you inform him of how you do things and WHERE you put them, then all is good!

Overtime as you work alongside him though, he genuinely does start to appreciate the work that you do, he's pleasantly surprised when he finds that all his files and blue prints have been organized alphabetically and by color, or that his tools had been rearranged neatly on his workbench by size and shape, and overall his lab was so much cleaner and tidy than he ever could imagine it to be.

No surprise here but, the doctor is AWFUL at taking care of himself.

Which is why you step in to do small little gestures to help him out.

Whether it be bringing him another cup of coffee or making up a small snack for him to eat throughout the day, he even noticed you had draped his lab coat over him when he fell asleep at his desk one night.

He had to admit he wasn't quite used such small acts of kindness; it was a foreign feeling to him.

Did I also mention he’s tired like 24/7. Let this poor man sleep!! 😭

Believe it or not, he’s grown to quite enjoy your company, maybe it was your relaxed nature, but he felt somewhat at ease whenever you were around.

You’ve both actually held some decent conversations from time to time, both sharing your interests that lead into a ramble about his favorite airplane models.

(Romantic):

His confession was actually quite a funny story, and he wasn't even the one to do it! It was 5.0.5 surprisingly. The sweet blue bear wasn't blind, he began to notice that his papa would longingly stare at you, that he would mumble to himself in his sleep, secret confessions he would never dare say consciously. So, the bear came up with a little plan.

5.0.5 loves to draw, Flug practically keeps every drawing he’s ever given him. He decided that he’d make a love note, from Flug to You. He spends a generous amount of time on it, putting such care into the cute little card, and when he’s deemed it perfect enough, he drops it off to you, happily growling.

You're taken by surprise at first, but then you open up the heart shaped card covered in glitter and are pleased to find an adorable childlike drawing of you and Flug, surrounded by a bunch of pink and red hearts. How sweet!

When you confront the doctor in his lab, showing him the card, he flushes, and at first denies such feelings, slightly embarrassed that his fuzzy son was the one to do it instead of him. It’s then that he decides there's no going back and spills out everything to you.

Which is why he’s shocked when you tell him you reciprocate his feelings. What?? Him?? Really????

Things start if really awkward btw, the doctor has been without physical contact for so long that WASNT being beaten down by his boss, that he honestly forgot what it was like to experience affection, aside from the crushing hugs that 5.0.5 would give him.

He’s very fidgety, doesn't quite know what to do with his hands, where to put them or how you’ll respond to his touch.

Please give him a hug :(

He’s also very respectful of your boundaries, as you are with him, he’s not quite comfortable taking the bag off his head, which you don't mind in the slightest.

Things seem to continue almost as normally, but the two of you spend more and more time with each other, taking your breaks together, having lunch and spending your evening time hanging out when neither one of you are slammed with work. He quite enjoyed having movie nights with you, the sci-fi films are always his favorite btw. He heavily critiques the machines and inventions.

You both try to keep your relationship on the down low, Black Hat would blow a gasket if he found out. Demencia on the other hand was a huge tease. She frequently mocked the two of you, mostly Flug, however. You’d stick up for him of course and tease her right back, much to the doctor's surprise.

Queue the heart eyes.

Dr. Flug expresses his affection through small, thoughtful gestures, like leaving little notes of encouragement or surprising you with inventions tailored to your interests.

Speaking of gift giving, he prefers to hand make your gifts. His ideology is that there's no point in getting you a meaningless gift that you’ll throw out in a couple of weeks, so why not make you a meaningful one that you can make your life easier???

Which btw he's VERY observant, it's actually quite endearing from time to time, and he takes note of all your special interests, favorite foods, etc.

Mans is touch-starved. Sorry I don't make the rules. 

PLEASE HOLD HIM. 

He’s pretty hesitant to touch at first, but the second he gets a feel for physical affection he's latching onto you like a koala-bear. He likes holding your hand, his hands are surprisingly soft underneath his gloves. 

When you’re both hidden away in the evening from prying eyes, is when you can finally cuddle and be more affectionate with each other. SPOIL HIM PLEASE.

You become one of his biggest supporters, encouraging him and giving him the long-deserved praise, he aches for. When he’s with you, he’ll admit that you have substantially helped boost his ego and confidence which really pays off in his work. Not that Black Hat would ever give him the satisfaction.

Overall, Dr. Flug really is a sweetheart on the inside, especially with those he's grown to love and care about and getting him to open up to you about his insecurities is one of your best accomplishments, he feels like he can be vulnerable with you and that really says a lot. The man has a lot of inner demons and has willingly put his life down the path of villainy, but he feels with you by his side, that things will be a little bit better...

#villainous #villainos #dr flug #dr flug x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #villainousheadcanons #black hat organization #black hat villainous #demencia #dating head canons #pls protect dr flug at all costs #villainous x reader

[lastchancestardomm]

Okay people I'm actually posting something original for once!1!1!??

But anyway I've been rewatching the Villainous dub an ungodly amount of times and realized that Black Hat and Alastor are stupidly similar. And of course different in many ways. Spoilers for Villainous.

Firstly, we need to address the obvious stuff that anyone will notice.

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·Black Hat and Alastor both have monocles

·Black Hat and Alastor both wear dapper suits

·Black Hat and Alastor both have red and black in their color schemes

·Black Hat and Alastor are both demons

·Black Hat and Alastor have similar poses in their character art

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But of course this surface-level stuff aren't the only things they have in common. Plenty of deep-cut information is similar.

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·Both were made by their creators in elementary/middle school

·Both of their hosts names start with AL [Black Hat = Aldo | Alastor "Al"]

·Both are incredibly powerful (ofc Black Hat is infinitely more powerful!!)

·Both have ladies swooning over them

·Both have green fire magic

·Both are specifically deal-maker demons

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Please someone help me I nearly missed a summer class because I stayed up all night if you can find even more similarities tell me.

#black hat #black hat x reader #villainos #villainous #villain #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor

[aradias-crypt]

“Stay down little mortal. I’ll take it from here.”

You clutch the bleeding hole in your abdomen as tendrils begin to wrap around you. They gently caress you as you are lowered to the ground. Prodding you for more wounds, after finding no fatal injury they retract and return to their owner.

Despite the searing pain pulsing throughout your body, you can’t help but stare in confusion at the eldritch being before you. His back is to you as he examines the area where you fought a new hero. The blood splatter on the walls and floor seem to catch his attention as he kneels and swipes a gloved finger in a particularly deep puddle. His pupil dilates as his attention flickers to the gash on your leg.

“...”

Straightening, he wipes the blood on the wall before focusing his attention to the alley where the hero escaped. Watching him approach it, you note his steps are silent but his body tense with.. rage.

Rage.

You laugh before a stabbing pain shoots through your body, your teeth clench automatically as your wound contracts. Weren’t you a smart one?

”You didn’t have to come” You whisper, knowing he could hear you perfectly,”I can handle myself, devil.”

Black Hat stops.

For a moment, you believe he will continue walking. Leaving without a word is very much a him thing to do. (Especially when he’s in a mood.)

But Instead of silence, his response is a raspy chuckle, one akin to the sound of nails against a chalkboard. Tilting his head to look back at you, his eye flashes red as he croons affectionately.

“Oh I know my little mortal can handle trash like this. But I can’t let my investment be attacked without letting the world know the punishment, now can I~?”

“Investment.” You click your tongue. “Is that what you call all your wives?” You grin, your body slowly beginning the process of stitching itself back up,”Then again, you’re a businessman. I suppose that’s the closest I’ll get to a compliment out of you.”

He hums in agreement,”If not for this little arrangement of ours, I would have let you die ages ago. Perhaps you should honor your title a bit more, seeing as you have the pleasure of calling me yours. Temporarily of course~.”

“Sure sure....” you smile, used to this kind of talk already. “Now go devil man, your ugly mug is halting my healing.”

He snarls, the softness in his tone leaving. But so does the tension in his body.

Good, the man was looking too uptight for your liking.

“Don’t test me little one.” Black Hat flashes his teeth menacingly.

Flashing your ring, you point to the end of the alley,”Your wife would very much like the pretty chain on that hero’s neck~.”

Leaving with a glare, Black Hat slips into the shadows to avenge his unfortunately alive wife.

One day he would be rid of you, but for now he would indulge you.

For now.

#black hat #blackhat #villainos #villainous #villainous x reader #black hat x reader #villainos x reader #blackhat x reader #being not so fake fake married to a demon is tough my dudes #its like being an old couple that lowkey hated each other but live to outlive the other??

[the-villain-vanessa-cortez]

Dr. Flug x reader: we have to tell our boss

Real quick y’all have a uterus so you are able to have a baby. You’re also a powerful half demon who although probably couldn’t kill black Hat, he still respects you and listens to what you have to say because you are pretty powerful and influential to his company. It’s much shorter than I would have liked it to be but it’s here. I just thought of this while brainstorming and being utterly obnoxious.

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The couple made their way down the long hall that held their boss’s study. Both were incredibly nervous to unleash the news they had just received and all the feelings that came with said news. But there was no helping it. The boss needed to know since there was no going back. The couple had been seeing each other for about a year and something like this was bound to happen knowing them. One half of the couple, Dr. Flug Slys took the news rather well compared to what the other, (y/n), was expecting. The two stopped at the end of the hallway and looked at each other while holding hands. (Y/n) let out a weary smile and reassured their boyfriend that it was going to be ok. The other nodded and took a deep breath. He would’ve kept his trademark bag over his head, but he felt that this was something serious that needed to be talked about face to face. He kept his goggles on, however as a sort of protection from whatever his boss was about to unleash.

(Y/n) opened the door with a slight creak and slowly let themselves in with Flug trailing right behind. In front of them was a desk and a chair that was turned with it’s back facing them. Their boss, Black Hat, was presumably sitting in it.

“Can’t this wait for another time, (y/n)?” The chair boomed which caused Flug to wince a little.

“This is important.” (Y/n) spoke back.

“I’m sure we can resume this conversation tomorrow” the chair turned around until a large black figure was faced with the meek (y/n) standing before him.

“No in fact we can’t.” (Y/n) stood their ground. Flug was tugging at their arm ready to leave. Black Hat stared back at the smaller figure in front of him. Normally he would’ve chewed the head off of anyone who dared talk to him that way but this was (y/n) who was not just anyone. They were half his kin; a half demon. Although they might appear to be a normal human, there was something much sinister lurking just beneath the exterior. Black Hat knew this and respected them greatly for that.

“What is it?” He inquired offhandedly. (Y/n) took a step forward, their face grave.

“Well. You see sir, the doctor and I have been together for quite some time as you know… and well it appears to be that we are expecting.”

Black Hat frowned.

“Expecting what exactly?” He furrowed his brows.

“Well that’s just it. It’s a baby sir.” It was Flug’s turn to speak up and he immediately regretted doing so.

“No” stayed Black Hat, “you can’t have a baby.”

“I’m afraid that’s not an option” (y/n) was beginning to grow impatient, “we aren’t just buying a baby. We are having one.”

Black Hat wasn’t even sure what to think.

“How is this even possible?” His eyes darted between the couple.

Flug tried to show some clarity, “we had sex, sir.”

Black Hat rolled his eyes and scoffed, “I know HOW you did it I just mean, is that even possible considering you’re-“

“I know” (y/n) cut him off. “But there are plenty demons that carry babies. And besides, this child is 3/4ths human, so my guess is that it’ll be like any normal human pregnancy.”

Black Hat just stared in disgust as he tried to process the information being given to him. Dr. Flug felt as if his heart was going to explode out of his chest. He never thought in a hundred years he’d have to face a problem like this. But he was no quitter. Even though he tried to push away any type of affection, he couldn’t deny the fact that he loved (y/n) with his entire mind, body, and soul.

“Hey, Slys, can you maybe give the boss and I a minute of alone time?” (Y/n) spoke with a soft voice. Flug nodded and quickly left the room without a moment's notice. (Y/) turned back to the grim figure before them.

“I'm going to kill him!” Black Hat pounded a fist on the desk. (Y/n) pinched the bridge of their nose with their index finger and thumb.

“You know you can’t do that”

“Obviously!” Black Hat started again, “I need him for too much! And I need YOU for too much. How could you let this happen? How could I let this happen?”

(Y/n) rolled their eyes and shook their head.

“You need to stop. It’s not your problem. Besides…” a devilish grin started to wind its way on to (y/n)’s face, “you COULD always see it as a type of minion in a way. It will be 1/4th demon anyways.”

Just like that a light went on in Black Hat’s head and he began to match the same wicked grin on (y/n)’s face.

“Alright” he spoke this time much smoother, “you are permitted to having this thing so long as it doesn’t get out of hand. I need both you and the doctor to still keep up with the tasks at hand. Otherwise I will have to punish the both of you.”

(Y/n)’s smile grew wider and even flashed a bit of those pointy pearly whites.

“Of coarse.” They responded and began to head out of the office to meet their scared beloved.

“Oh god what did he say?” Flug rushed to his partner while grabbing their arms.

“Calm down, Slys, it’s all going to be perfectly fine.” (Y/n) game him a reassuring smile then a quick peck on the cheek. Flug immediately felt better and he wrapped his arms around the shorter person beside him. They buried their head into his chest taking in the moment they wished could last forever.

“Good. Because if anything ever happened to you or our baby, I’d kill everyone in this house and then myself.”

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[coffee-cupps]

Do you still write for dr flug?-🦋

I might write a bit for him, you can send in a request if you want, it just might be a bit for me to do it. I might need to get hip surgery soon and I’m very anxious for my answer.

(Will delete this later)

#Flug x reader #villanos #villanos x reader #villainos flug #dr flug x reader smut #dr flug #dr Flug x reader #villainos Flug x reader #idk how to spell villainos help

[petitprincess1]

A Small Dosage (Slug x sick!Reader)

Summary: You have a bit of a cold that has you lying sick in bed, but Slug has exactly the cure for you!

Words: 663

Characters: Slug and “you”

Warnings: tooth rotting cuteness. This was written as a late birthday gift for my friend @amarynthian-fortress! Love you so much, baby! ~~~ You lay in bed sniffling and coughing as you try to watch funny or cute videos to make you feel even the slightest bit of energy. Of course, you knew that’s not how it worked. Staying in bed only makes you have less energy and reminds you of how sick you are. However, your whole entire body ached so you were allowed to be an absolute sloth and lay your day away.

You sniffled even more as you heard a knock on the door. You coughed a bit into your blanket before calling out, miserably, “Come in.”

The door opened and a man wearing a paper bag over his head, black sweater, and grey sweatpants came into the room with a tray that had soup, cold tea, and a few crackers. He spoke to you with a small smile, even though you couldn’t see it, “How are you feeling?”

You cough a bit more and groaned, “Like everything sucks and I’m about to become a part of the undead.”

He smiled as he placed the tray on a nearby table and grabbed a bed table, “That sounds like that would be fun!”

“Yeah, but then I would have to bite you, so you can stay with me.”

“As long as we go zombowling, I am perfectly fine with that,” he replied playfully as he placed the bed over your stretched out legs and put the tray on top. You sat up in bed, wincing while doing so, and groaned, “You sure I can’t just take your medications, Slug? My body aches so bad.”

Slug sighed, helping you sit up by gently guiding you, and answered, “Yes, I’m sure. My medicines may help with pains and such, but they’re very potent. I don’t know what they would do with your body already weak from fighting this illness. However, I can always give you my personal dosages of my patent-pending power kisses!”

He then leaned forward, lifted his bag, and gave you a kiss on the cheek, making you chuckle a bit. Slug quickly placed down his bag and grinned, “Did that help?”

You smiled up a him, getting ready to answer, and then went into a mild coughing fit. When you were done, Slug snapped his fingers and huffed, “Ah, rats! It seems that I have accidentally given you 10cc of this when I actually mean 30cc.”

You blinked up at him before snorting, “You’re such a dork!”

You then started drinking up the soup, while also slowly eating the crackers to not cause to get upset or make you even sicker. Slug continued to monitor you to make sure that you were perfectly fine and you don't end up puking. 

Once you were done eating, Slug gathered up the rest of your dishes and was ready to leave out. However, you weakly tugged on his sweater and asked, “Hey, um, can you try that kiss thing again? I think you just administered it wrong.”

Slug just shrugged as he placed the items down on a nearby table and went to your cheek, lifting up his bag to give you a kiss. Although, he was about to touch your cheek, but you ended up turning your head to him and caused your lips to touch. You quickly moved away and turned in bed, blushing like mad. You then quickly shouted, “Thanks for caring so much!”

Slug just blinked at the sudden kiss, trying to register what just happened, before blushing under his bag as well. He pulled down his bag and cleared his throat, “Y-You’re welcome.”

He grabbed the rest of your dishes and began to walk away. You listened to his footsteps as he walked across your room, feeling stupid for what you did, but then stopped that thought when you heard Slug say, “I’ll come back to give you another dosage later~”

You blushed even more and felt your face get hotter. You knew that that wasn’t completely because of your fever. ~~~ If you want to read my more of my stuff, click here to navigate through it all

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[itsthesinbin]

Chapter 13: Daddy’s Home is up!

#villainous #villainos #black hat #black hat x reader #the worst in me

[goldtrimmedspectacle]

Blackhat/reader- Smiling expression (1/?)

Fandom: Villainous 

Warning: Mild gore

All you wanted was some milk, not to be caught in some superhero conflict.

In all honesty, you had suspected today to be an average day with no edit to your usual schedule besides a quick run to the store for milk. Decked out in a warm turtleneck, some leggings, and a leather jacket, you had bought the milk with a soft ‘thank you’ and polite smile. Earlier that day you had been working with one of your clients, teaching them a new technique with a paint brush and slowly allowing them to get used to the feel of paint on canvas. During the session, you had talked to your client, a middle-aged woman that went by Claire, and had spoken about the significance of a smile. Smiles could convey anything. And sure, they usually represented happiness but smiles could truly express anything.

A sad smile when you’re trying to bite back the tears.

An excited smile when you’re eager to show your friends a new story or artwork you had made.

A tense smile when you’re trying to hold back your anger.

A sugar-coated smile when you’re hiding the truth.

Smiles could represent anything.

Breathing out a light huff, you tucked your chin closer to your chest as the autumn breeze ruffled your hair. The rustling of the plastic bag in hand caused you to remember your prime motive. To return home and place the milk in its rightful place:

The fridge.

You were sure it wouldn’t curdle in such a short time nor in the brisk autumn weather, but you were never too sure after the milk incident. You shuddered at the memory of curdled milk in your mouth, gagging slightly at the thought. Never again would you leave a glass of milk out for nine hours and try to drink it the next morning.

Picking up your pace, your sneakers piped against the concrete pavement. God. Being an adult was hard. Having to buy your own milk and paying rent and going to work. It was so tedious! Of course, you relished in the joy and help you gave to every one of your clients. You enjoyed the freedom and ability to drive and walk home without a supervisor. However, after ten years of technical adulthood, you still found the idea of being an adult somewhat… Dreamlike? In your soul, you were almost one-hundred-percent still a child learning about what was morally good or bad.

Shrugging your shoulders subconsciously, you swung the plastic bag lightly as the sun slowly set behind the tall buildings.

You stopped short.

Sunsets didn’t involve smoke.

Your stomach plummeted.

Your muscles tightened as the first few cries came from deeper in the central part of the city. The milk, which was now the last of the worries, fell from your fingertips as your legs turned towards the panicked screams. Loud sobbing could be heard and the soft wailing grew louder, accompanied by a blaring car alarm.

You were met with a lungful of smoke as you stepped onto the crime scene.

Coughing, you searched for the crying civilian. Others bumped into you and you were jarred side-to-side despite your best endeavors. You couldn’t blame the people pushing past you, trying to save their own lives. The cause for the chaos was most likely due to heroes messing about and having accidentally injured a nearby civilian (which was more common than you’d expect), or you had just stepped into a battle between villain and hero.

Moving closer to the soft sobbing, which was slowly dying by the second, the smoke thinned slightly and you were met with the sight of a crumbled building. The building, which you guessed once sat at least ten stories high, lay on the street in a jumble of wires, metal frames, burnt rubble and broken furniture. The sobbing was clearer now and you could see the lifeless hand of a crushed human in the mess.

You gulped and looked away.

Death was common in the central part of the city, but it never changed how you felt about seeing a lifeless corpse.

A painful screech caught your attention and you drew away from the destroyed building. Turning towards the noise, your eyes caught sight of a hyperventilating man under a cage of copper wiring and concaving gravel and concrete. Scanning him over you could see a scar running over the left side of his face, his eye had caught a large hit as blood welled up and seeped into the pores of his skin. The loose building structure appeared to be pinning him to the ground with his leg sticking out in an awkward position, a metal pole sticking through his calve.

You had never been a fan of blood.

Your eyes met and never had you seen such desperation on a human’s face before. Your legs moved before you could even comprehend your actions. The man lay staring up at you with his one remaining eye and despite your instincts telling you to run, your hands scrambled to pull off the cracking material. The man was watching you, his eye welling up with tears of relief and joy at someone, anyone, coming to save him.

The gravel dug into your nails and you could feel it rubbing against your skin, creating small scratches and indents. Finding a large copper wire, you quickly evaluated its effectivity in helping you free the man. If you were to pull it the concrete structure would collapse and crush his chest cavity. You moved away from the wire immediately.

“Don’t cry, you need to breathe calmly otherwise you might panic and bump the structure,” you talked to him soothingly. The man nodded and he bit his lip in an attempt to calm himself.

Finding a large but easily removable piece, you lifted the rubble away and tugged at the wires, freeing his injured leg. The man seemed to breathe in relief at the loss of weight. You continued to the curved structure trapping his pelvis, tugging at the thick metal bar and cutting yourself in the process. The bar bent enough for you to place it on your shoulder and use your whole weight to push it off. The bar fell with a clang and some of the rubble fell with it, your hands now able to slip under the large rubble that kept the man pinned to the road. Heaving, your muscles straining from the weight, you successfully removed the concrete and the man began sobbing again.

You focused on his arms and remaining leg instead of his tears.

Some of the wiring had become tangled, some of it having cut through his skin and muscle. You blanched and grit your teeth together, whispering an apologetic ‘sorry’ as you tugged the wire out slowly. The man screeched in pain until the short but thick piece had been fully removed, luckily not having caught on any of his torn muscle. You waited for his breathing to slow and immediately moved onto the other arm, pulling at some wired mesh, the rubble falling off easily and freeing his arm.

The man attempted to sit up but you pushed him down gently. You sent him a pleading look and he obliged, his chest heaving as blood seeped from his wounds and tears fell from his eye.

Crawling down to his remaining leg, you found more wired mesh and shoved some concrete off with your shoulder. Your fingers slipped between the mesh holes and tugged at it, your breath turning laboured as the mesh finally gave way and you pulled it away from the man’s leg. His slow breathing turned to jagged sobbing again as he tried to sit up, a relieved smile on his features.

You knelt before him and slowly eased him up, the metal sticking out of his dislocated leg and causing him grief as he grit his teeth. He leant against your shoulder as you kept an arm under his own and a hand on his chest, keeping him steady. Keeping him close, you maneuvered through the smoke as laboured breathes filled the air and a cackle came from close behind.

Tears stung your eyes as your steps increased in rate, the man attempting to keep up as his breathing became panicked and his eyes darted to you and back into the smoke. You inhaled slowly, preventing coughing from the smoke, and continued towards where you thought you came from.

“Alas QuickMetal,” a voice taunted from the darkness surrounding you and your casualty. “It appears that we have met again, haven’t we?” A towering body appeared from inside the smoke and you felt all hope wash away.

You had thought-

You didn’t actually think-

You thought he was retired-

Standing metres away stood the notorious Blackhat, an ominous grin decorating his grey-skinned features. His waistcoat was primped as ever, almost the exact same from the paintings and photos you had seen of him. His dark eyes were taunting as they scanned the smoke before eventually landing on you and your straggler. They seemed to widen, not to your surprise. You were coated in gravel, dirt, and blood leaking from the man leaning on your shoulder. You remained still, the warm liquid sticking your clothes to your skin and the man in your arms on the verge of hyperventilating.

You made a light noise with your tongue as the awkward silence followed.

Where was a superhero when you need them?

“Bruh, wrong person.”

Blackhat seemed on the verge of surprise at your casual response, his face morphing into one of annoyance and confusion as he studied you. You glanced between him and the man bleeding out in your arms before stepping forward cautiously. When Blackhat made no move, you led the man to the left of Blackhat, your movements slow moreso for the benefit of your companion. As Blackhat remained still, his eyes calculating as he leant on his cane, your fingers twitched, a blue disk the size and shape of a poker chip slipping from under your sleeve.

“I can see that, you petty mortal.”

Your throat tightened at the raspy voice and turned towards the demon, his eyes glaring harshly. He grinned wickedly. You smiled back shakily, which happened to throw him off. Gripping the blue disk tightly in your scathed fingers you turned away and walked past him, stopping briefly to take one final glance at him.

“Uh, thanks for not killing us.”

You smiled back at the ruthless villain, prepared if he attempted to attack you. However, the demon seemed puzzled at your actions and his scowl seemed to lighten ever-so-slightly at the sight of your relaxed smile.

“Take this as thanks.”

You flicked the blue disk with your thumb and much to your own surprise, Blackhat reached out and caught it. He glared down at it and you saw his fingers tighten, almost crushing the poker-shaped disk.

“I wouldn’t do that. The magnetic field of the forcefield will backfire and flatten you, despite you being a demon and all.”

Blackhat’s eyebrows rose, his expression almost impressed yet doubting.

“Yeah, um. Push the middle and it activates a forcefield in mere seconds,” you began to sweat and the man in your grasp groaned, slipping from the moisture on your skin. “You can also- uhm- throw it to protect others… If you needed too…” You trailed off and looked down at the man in your grasp. Shaking your head, you heaved him up higher and pressed a hand against the gaping wound in his arm. You were honestly surprised he hadn’t passed out from pain or bloodloss.

“Uhm, yeah,” you sent an awkward smile Blackhat’s way. “See you, I guess?” You asked uncertainly. “Hope the forcefield helps. Uh, bye.”

Pulling the limping man by his arms, you exited through the smoke and towards civilisation. The man murmured a series of random words, most the same thing being repeated again and again. He seemed to find a weird comfort in slurring out ‘you must be crazy’, ‘I can’t believe you talked to a villain’ or ‘thank you’.

Once in kind company, the man was taken and carried towards hospital hurriedly, his remaining eye now much hazier than before. You wished the best for him and his family, watching the emergency crew flutter about him with IV-poles and blood bags. You were also pulled in and checked over, your hands having to be dressed in salve and bandages, and your clothes changed.

So overall you saved a man, had a one-sided conversation with a villain and gave said villain a prototype of a portable forcefield you had been working on.

And to think that after all of this, you still hadn’t any milk in the fridge.

#villainous #villainos #blackhat #blackhat x reader #blackhat/reader #villain #hero

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Haiii!! These headcanons have been amazing!!! Could I perhaps ask for a Dr.Flug X Reader where they're a famous popstar, please?? tysm!! <3

Dr. Flug X Popstar!Reader

a/n: eeee of course I can write this!! This is a really cute idea, I hope you enjoy!! Im working my way through a few of your guy's requests so bare with me! I plan on maybe doing a few drabbles or headcanons for some other fandoms within the following days so keep a look out for that!

fandom: Villainous/Villainos words: 1026 cw: none! just super cute fluff!

(PLATONIC):

Now that you were starting to gain more and more popularity amongst people, you had been wanting to expand your musical talent to all reaches of life, whether it be good or bad.

Being a famous popstar made it easy to get connections, thankfully, and a little birdie had told you about the infamous ‘Hat Island” that was rumored to be crawling with villains, owned by none other ‘Lord Black Hat’ himself.

You were by no means a saint, let alone a hero, and thought that everyone deserved to have the joy of music, even those of lower status. So what do you do? Schedule a meeting with the most feared villain known to man!

Imagine Flug's surprise when he opens the door to see you standing there.

The man about damn near faints on the spot. A famous super-star, standing right in front of him? AND they're cute?? Oh boy.

He had heard of you when Demencia would loudly blast her music from her boombox, Obnoxious yes, but he would absentmindedly find himself humming your tunes or tapping his foot to the beat while he worked in the lab, much to his dismay.

Eventually that led to him listening to you in his (very little) free time, and he, actually?? Enjoyed?? It??

Now, the tricky part was going to be trying to convince Black Hat to let you hold a concert on his island, This old man  intimidated tf out of you, if looks could kill you’d be dead before you even stepped into his office. But, you tried to remain confident.

You offer to pay him for compensation, and give him a small percentage of the profits from your show. How can he refuse that offer? It’s money! He reluctantly agrees to your proposition, and you sign a temporary contract.

For extra gratitude you offer him and his henchman VIP tickets for your show, Black Hat scowls, saying something along the lines of “that frivolous techno music gives me a headache..” But! He doesn't deny his henchmen going!

Of course you don't leave without the eldritch putting the fear of god into you.

Demencia vigorously shakes Flug in excitement, when she finds out they have VIP tickets to your performance, for once the doctor’s eyes light up.

The night of your performance happened to be one of his best memories, he was absolutely enthralled by your singing, and he got to witness all up close!

When he comes backstage to meet you after the show he nearly faints again. You thought he was kind of cute for that really.

You excitedly greet him and his group and chat for a while. Answering questions and sharing stories, you actually find out the two of you have a lot in common! As the evening wraps up you pull him aside privately to give him your number, if he ever wanted to chat. HE NEARLY FAINTS AGAIN.

(ROMANTIC):

That’s how you two began talking. You texted frequently, excitedly sharing each other's interests. Sometimes you’d snap a photo before or after a performance, and he’d send you pictures of his latest invention, or his model airplane collection.

It’s actually you, that ends up asking him out on a date. Through a video call, his reaction was adorable, he looked almost in disbelief but dumbly nodded his head to your confession.

The both of you lead busy lives, so you carefully plan out when you can visit and when he can get the time off. (He sucks up to Black Hat for an entire week).

You settle on something quiet and not far away, you didn’t want to be bombarded by fans or paparazzi during your small visit. It’s at a small cafe, Flug claimed it made the best coffee he’s ever had.

He watches all of your shows btw. Man’s is committed. Whether that be streaming the concert on his phone while he works or going to your shows/events in person whenever you visit the island again. It’s also a plus that he enjoys your music!

You singing to him, ouGHHHH. He’s starstruck every time, entranced by your voice. He really thinks of you as an angel, maybe a siren.

Love songs!! You write several dedicated to him while your dating, he nearly cries when you reveal this to him. Who am I kidding? He totally cried.

He makes you cute little gadgets to make your life a little easier. Like a custom-made microphone for your shows, you use it every time <3.

You SPOIL him. You get that bag (pun intended) and you think he deserves to be treated with everything he could possibly want.

If you ever meet 5.0.5 you best believe you’re treating that bear like your own son. He’s such a sweetie, how could you not? And if you sing him little lullabies to help him fall asleep?? Flug’s heart almost bursts out of his chest. How did he get so lucky??

He often wonders how he bagged you (pun intended). He's pretty insecure of himself already, it really is a mystery to him. He almost feels like he doesn't deserve any of it at all. But of course, you see right through his act, and reassure him endlessly.

You both keep the relationship on the downlow, mainly for your sake. He didn't want your reputation to be ruined if the press found out you were dating a notorious supervillain. You had told him you didn't care what the public thought, but he insisted.

There are numerous photos of you on his phone, not in a creepy way though. Most of them are selfies of two of you, or from photoshoots/concerts. He def has you as his screensaver.

You loooove peppering his bagged face with kisses. He gets so flustered it's adorable!! He secretly loves them. If you wear lipstick, you love seeing the aftermath of your kiss attack, his face painted in a lovely shade of red.

Overall, being in a long-distance relationship definitely has its ups and downs, but Flug thinks it’s all worth it, especially for you, he’s willing to give it a try. How romantic.

#black hat organization #villainous #dr flug #x reader #dr flug x reader #headcanons #villainos #dating headcanons #black hat villainous #blackhat #drflug #drflugxreader #plsprotecthimatallcostoHMYGOD #gender neutral reader #popstar!reader

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@virtuouswhitehatorganization

I would love some general dating headcannons for Coyote from Villainous

Yk I find it interesting that you specifically requested Coyote XD. I tried to do a bit of digging around about his character and personality and I haven't really been able to find anything!

I feel like that's maybe because he wasn't really introduced that well in the series, and because he was mostly under Heed's control the entirety of it. I think in any future episodes, if they delve into his character a bit more, then I can def do some head canons for him!!

#black hat organization #villainous #villainos #villainous coyote #coyote #headcanons #x reader #dating headcanons #dating

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General Dating Headcanons | Black Hat

Black Hat X Reader fandom: Villainous/Villainos words: 1132 cw: none!! enjoy! a/n: Hi hi!! ive really been wanting to do headcanons for Black Hat for a while, I'm open to asks and requests so dont be afraid to drop a suggestion in!!

(Platonic):

Black hat is by no means an easy boss. He’s ruthless, unmerciful and bitter, and you are no exception in the Eldrich’s case.

At first.

When you were first hired to be an employee at Black Hat Organization, Black Hat treats you as he would any of his other employees.

With zero respect.

He has very little tolerance for inefficiency

But you were absolutely determined to live up to his impossible expectations.

Maybe you spent a little extra time organizing his paperwork, or added a smidge more arsenic to his tea than usual (he had a sweet tooth for poison occasionally) and maybe you even bothered to dust some of his prized artifacts and tomes from his glory days as villain, making them look as new as the day he got them, and so many other things you did that seemed to make his life a little bit more stress-free.

At first, he thought nothing of it, it wasn't uncommon that his henchmen would grovel at his feet and suck up to him, it amused him really. 

But overtime the eldritch realizes that you wanted to do these little tasks. 

But why?? He was the most feared being in existence, and you went out of your way to do the smallest task to appease him. You seemed to worm your way into his thoughts, even as he sat perched at his desk in the wee hours of the night. Why were you just so…sweet! You should be cowering in fear!!

Speaking of fear, he loooooooves to scare the shit out of you, popping up when you least expect, out of the shadows, morphing into some unspeakable abomination of eyes and mouths (possibly) scarring you, always got a kick out of him.

After working for him for some time you were the only one, he seemed to tolerate, you managed to do your job with little to no flaw or mistake, unlike his scientist.

Dr. Flug admittedly was slightly envious.

He’d never admit it but, Black Hat enjoys holding conversation with you from time to time. He allows you to ask questions, most of them being about all the things he had witnessed and accomplished in the eons he’s been alive. He almost admired the way your eyes lit up in wonder as he explained. Almost.

You enjoyed these little private conversations too, occasionally the demon would ask a question or two about yourself, which you would happily answer. He may show no interest on the outside, but on the inside he's curious. Something he rarely feels.

He does have a reputation to uphold however, and still threatens, yells and demeans you just as he would any of his other employees.

Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know? 

But deep down you know. You know that he secretly enjoys your company and is too stubborn to actually admit it.

You even dare to go as far and say that he was a friend. Don't let him hear you say that though.

(Romantic):

hooo boy

When I say this man is conflicted

The mere thought of love made Black Hat’s face morph into an ugly scowl, something he thought was near impossible for him to ever experience. The man had no heart for goodness's sake!

Oh, but then you had to weasel yourself into his life, his home, with your sweetness, didn't you?

Let me be clear when I say that this old man has never experienced these kinds of feelings before in his lifetime, and when he does, he thinks he’s possibly dying.

Did I also mention dramatic??

When realization dawns on him, he is absolutely floored, and the first thing he does is avoid you like the plague, which confuses you and raises a bit of concern. He rarely calls you to his office, and when he does, he avoids eye contact or just faces away from you entirely, barely acknowledging your presence.

Definitely becomes moodier, and more irritable as his feelings fester.

It’s not until you confront him one evening, when the manor is still and quiet, everyone having retreated to their respective rooms hours ago. That he finally confesses.

And being the extremely old fashioned eldritch he is, he formally asks to court you, how could you deny such a tempting proposition from the lord himself??

Of course, you say yes, why wouldn't you?? It’s an honor to be courted by Lord Black Hat!

Surprisingly, nothing changes much at first, he’s still very new to these feelings.

You both come to the agreement to keep your courtship strictly private and away from prying eyes, as I’ve said the man has a reputation to uphold.

God forbid Demencia finds out either. 

With all that being said, you both take things very slowly, which thankfully you were patient and understanding about, he's experiencing all these things for the first time.

It’s a good thing you're there to help guide him, right?

He may not have ever been in a relationship, but he isn't stupid. This demon is a straight up gentleman, and extremely chivalrous. Call it old-fashioned if you must, But the man is a charmer.

Despite his villainous persona, Black Hat shows rare moments of unexpected softness when he's alone with you.

He might not admit it, but he secretly enjoys quiet evenings, perhaps reading or just spending time together in one of his private studies. He personally enjoys reading the Necronomicon to you.

Black hat also has an uncanny ability to find and present unique, often mysterious gifts. They might be rare artifacts, darkly enchanted trinkets, or even personalized items that reflect his understanding of your tastes. You keep every single one of them.

He’s surprisingly a good listener and remembers just about anything you tell him.

Which by the way, this man spoils you.

When it comes to dates, Black Hat goes all out. He arranges extravagant, exclusive events, whether it's a candlelit dinner on a rooftop or a private screening at the manor. 

He once brought you to another dimension to view the downfall of an alien civilization, how romantic!

Black Hat, in his own twisted way, is fiercely protective over you. He might not show it overtly, but anyone who dares to even look at you with disdain will face the Eldrich’s fiery wrath.

Overall, Black Hat is surprisingly a good lover and partner. Your life never seems to be dull with him around, and you're incredulously grateful and honored to be able to see this side of him, even if it's behind closed doors. He has a hard time conveying his feelings and being vulnerable, but you're patient and understanding and eager to help guide him.

He never would have thought love was possible for him until you came along.

#villainous #villanos #black hat #dr flug #demencia #black hat x reader #black hat organization #black hat villainous #dating headcanons #villainous headcanons #Black Hat Headcanons #gender neutral reader

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Sinful Symphonies

“This song again?” You rub your temples, your eye twitching as the sound of heavy metal drones on in your head. It overwhelms the sound of your own music. Setting down your palette, you drop your paintbrush into a jar of solvent before marching to your radio resting on the windowsill of your room.

Lowering the volume, you wait for the music on your other’s “side” to soften. You honestly pity their eardrums if they listen to music this loudly.

Soon, the music stops altogether.

Good.

You crank up your own music to full blast. A smug smile tugs at your lips.

“Hope you like jazz, jerk face.”

Ever since the day you were born, music seemed to stream constantly to you from your other half’s side. Whether it was night or day, music played ceaselessly. When you were young, you’d make a game of playing your favorite records to try and share your tastes with your soulmate, hoping they’d eventually show an interest in the same music.

Their music didn’t change exactly, mostly sticking to classics and rock, but on nights when your room grew uncomfortably quiet, soft music would play and lull you to sleep.

Childhood was fun, full of guessing games and the like, but the tune changed when you reached your teens. As supers made more and more appearances in your life, the music grew darker and twisted, as if the person on the other side was directly affected in some way.

Soon, your game of appeasing your other evolved into a game of bothering them as they did you. Some days you won, some you lost. You blasted ballads and pop songs while they flooded you with death metal and songs you couldn’t decipher. You won the mornings while they won the nights. Mostly when you were preparing to sleep.

At the very least, they didn’t often get hurt. That, you were grateful for. Pain is also shared between soulmates, though the physical wound of the other is only momentary for the partner.

“Still, you have a wicked sense of humor, love.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes as the memory of flesh falling from your face comes to mind. There’s been plenty of times where your body ached from phantom shifting, but the physical wounds always hurt the most. “Making me worry about you when you put yourself in situations like that.”

Perhaps they're a hero or a villain. Its entirely possible. Supers put themselves in harms way all the time. Maybe it wasn’t recklessness but the goodness of their hearts that drove them into danger.

...or they were just a prankster

Either way, they were getting drop kicked to the heavens when you found them.

“Now that I think of it, they have to be pretty old if they’ve been at this since I was born.” You muse to yourself, brushing your hair back as you pick up where you left off on the canvas covered in oil paint before you.

“Maybe I’ll paint you one day.”

——

“Starting off with Dean Martin I see” you adjust the strap of your supply bag to rest more comfortably across your chest. The smooth crooning of the late singer invades your thoughts; its a nice change of pace. “You must be having a good day huh?” Exiting your car, you hum along to the song as you open the trunk of your car to take out your painting.

For your college class, you decide to bring in your painting of the final battle between the Headless Rider and Bright Knight; a super-villain and superhero who later disappeared from the public’s eye. You were pretty damn proud of the piece, seeing how it had taken you weeks to finish.

Entering the liberal and performing arts center, you head for the elevators. On the way you pass by several.. odd looking individuals. They were robots. However, living in a world full of supers means not much phases you anymore.

Shrugging, you continue your journey and makes your way up to the 11th floor. Passing by Mara, one of your classmates, the two of you start up a conversation about the sudden appearance of the Four Horsemen. Mercenaries that arrived from Calamni {a country far to the south}, the Horsemen brought with them a new wave of terror; ranging from riots to bio weapons. They didn't act on their own but would do nearly anything for the right price.

“I’m afraid to go outside at night.. I hear Pestilence is preparing something real nasty. They say she’s the one behind the break in at the CDC.” Mara says, her skin turning ashen at the thought of the pale rider.

”Are you up to date on all your shots?” You respond jokingly, smiling down at the shorter girl.

Mara whines and clutches her sculpture to her chest,”Its not funny, I get sick super easily. And what if my soulmate is in the area of the attack? I don’t want to lose them before I even meet them!”

“I’m sure you and your soulmate will be just fine” You reassuringly state,”Just drink a lot of orange juice and take your vitamins.” You wink playfully.

Your classmate frowns. ”What about you, aren’t you worried about your soulmate?”

“They’ve gone through worse than a little cold. I think they’ll be just fine” They didn’t seem to feel worried, if the transitioning sound to Frank Sinatra was any indication of their mood.

Diverting from your original discussion, you both prepare yourselves for the upcoming critiques.

However, before you can step through the doors to class, a rattling boom shakes you both to the core. You drop to the ground and assess the environment around you.

The floor titters and jolts.

Never a good sign.

“Oh gods please-!” Mara shouts as the ceiling begins to crack and bend.

‘Time to go.’ You think.

Jumping to your feet you yank Mara up, leaving behind your painting as you run to the emergency stairs,”Lets get out of here!”

Mara clutches your sleeve as people fleeing from classrooms bump and push against her. Many head towards the closest stairway while others rush towards the windows in hopes of flagging down help from the outside.

“What if the stairs are blocked!” Mara screams over the sound of mayhem.

You yank open the door and begin your descent,”We’ll burn that bridge when we get there!”

———————————

True to Maras fear, the stairway was blocked in by bent beams and debris.

Still, music comes from your other.

Such lovely music in such a shitty time.

Mara backs away and begins tangling her fingers in her hair,”We have to call the police!”

You mumble,”They won’t get here in time, the building will collapse by then.” Peeking under a leaning beam, you spot a ray of light. A small whistle can be heard from the other side as well.

Wind?

“I think the explosion must’ve caused the rubble to break the wall on the other side.” You back up slightly, flinching as the foundations above you begin to groan.

“We aren’t strong enough to get through, and we’re still on the 7th floor! There’s no way we would survive that fall!”

“Actually..” You whisper nervously,”I am strong enough..”

With a flick of your wrists, gauntlets form around your hands and down to your elbows; encasing them in polished metal.

“H..how-“ Mara sputters, instantly recognizing the emblem on the back of your hands. She presses herself against the wall, glancing at the stairs behind her.

“You’re a Horseman” she squeaks,”the same family as-“

You raise your hands in defense,”Same as the Headless Rider and the Four. Yes, but I promise I mean you no harm.”

Mara laughs incredulously,”You’re trying to make us jump 7 stories, what do you by mean ‘you no harm’?! How do I know that your clan isn’t the one behind this attack?!”

“They may be infuriating but my siblings would never kill me off like this, trust me, we pinky swore as kids. Now, I know this is weird but it’s either jumping or getting crushed to death.” You intercede before she can interrupt,”And I don’t think either of our soulmates would like that very much.”

Gulping down several deep breaths Mara looks past you to the rubble blocking the wall.

”..You can’t just clear the rest of the stairs..?”

“I’m fast but not that fast” The rumbling grows deafening. Even from here, the sounds of screaming can be heard from upstairs. But it too is silenced by the destruction.

You growl,”Choose now Mara!”

“Okay!” Mara whimpers,”Okay! Please, get us out of here.”

Pivoting on your heel, you strike the rubble with gauntlets glowing like a steel forge. Instantly, the cement gives way, turning to dust and leaving only beams that are easily pushed away. Making a clear path to the opening in the wall, you break the edges of the wall to widen the hole further.

As expected, wind whips your face as you loom over the opening. Squinting against the biting breeze, you spot the cause of the explosion at the base of the building.

The robots from before are lugging out bag after bag of artifacts and large containment tubes of delicate articles and manuscripts. Smaller bots stand at the ground level of your current building with armfuls of explosives.

For a moment, you question why they would target your building when it holds nothing of importance. But then you remember the security office on the first floor that has direct phone access to the League of Heroes.

And the other building..

“They were after the restoration sector.” You mutter under your breath,”All this destruction for some silly papers..” Backing up from the opening, you summon the rest of your signature armor to shield your body. Your clan would definitely scold you for revealing herself to a civilian, but you would get even worse if you revealed yourself to the whole school.

“I’m going to jump. Whatever you do, don’t squirm, okay?” Lifting Mara into your arms, you brace yourself to jump.

You weren’t afraid of heights after your training with your siblings, but that didn’t make you fond of the idea of falling.

Mara covers her face with one hand while latching the other around your neck,”Please don’t drop me.”

You walk up the hole,”I don’t know, that sounds pretty tempting.”

“You better not-“ Mara is cut off as you both go plummeting down, her words die in her throat as she screams in terror at the sudden free fall.

On the other hand, you take this moment to look for any sign of the lead villain. Usually when robots are involved, the brains behind the operation is nearby to ensure their plan goes smoothly. But all you could see was a flash of green scaling the second building and what must’ve been a science major panicking below it as you fell.

Poor guy looked like he was losing his shit. You chuckle under your helmet.

Nearing impact, you adjust your grip on Mara to aim your right fist at the ground.

War was the brawler in the family, but that didn’t mean you didn’t pack a punch.

Releasing a wave of violet energy, the force exerted slows the fall just enough to allow you to land with minor injuries. Left with a light sprain and a crick in the neck from Maras grip, you hide behind a bush near the back of the art department.

Mara reluctantly opens her eyes, sighing with relief at the sight of safe and sturdy ground. Looking up at you, she smiles sheepishly,”Thank you ..for helping me.”

You smile under the helmet, the slits for eyes emitting a soft lavender glow.

“You’re welcome. But know that if you tell anyone my secret I will have to kill you.”

“Duly noted.” Mara laughs with a twinge of nerves.

Setting her down gently, you wait for her to regain her balance before pointing to the robots,”I’ll handle them, you get out of here and make sure the school contacts the LoH.”

Mara nods, running to the main campus.

Left alone, you crack your knuckles as you approach the restoration building.

‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ plays on in your head, a silent requiem for the collapsing building behind you.

Debris passes by you as the floors finally cave in.

Your soulmate gave you numerous injuries.

They could handle yours.

———————

Flug had many fears, mostly two-

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! LOOK AT ME NERD!”

Three. Three fears.

The first being Black Hat, who just recently took Flug on as his chief scientist. He would have been overjoyed were it not for his new masters record with past employees.

Dead, dead, double dead, mutilated horribly, missing, eaten, exsanguinated, excravated, eviscerated, and so on.

No one ever just “quit”. Unless they “quit life” but that decision seemed to be Black Hat’s instead of theirs.

His second fear was still Black Hat, but it mostly was towards the idea of failing him and turning out like the people before him. Flug was durable due to experiments he tested on himself and maybe even some of his heritage.. but he was surely not durable enough to face the incarnation of evil himself and get away unscathed.

His third fear was the woman above him currently frightening the people stuck inside the building she was climbing.

She was his creation, in a way, mixing lizard DNA with a normal human to test hybridization and its affects on the human psyche. While it did give the subject an immunity to most poisons, heightened strength and the ability to climb walls-among other things- her mindset was changed drastically.

He’d have to remember to ask Black Hat just what lizard he gave him for the experiment.

“Hey doc, what are we gonna do with these guys!” Dememcia waves excitedly to the people inside, grinning at the fear in their eyes.

Flug adjusts his goggles,”Leave them I guess? We just need a few more documents and we’ll be done here.” Why a lower class villain would want these papers were beyond him. Based on his research and examinations of security footage, they weren’t very important at all. Maybe this villain just had an odd hobby.

Unlatching herself from the building, Demencia rolls to the ground, landing perfectly on her feet.. Stretching her arms over her head, she counts the hatbots retreating from the structure.

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7- hey!” A blast singes the top of her head, burning her hoodie.

Flug turns around and cocks the blaster in his hand,”Who’s there!”

You approach them silently with your gauntlet pointed to Demencia. Activating your vocal distortion box you hiss,”So many bots for a simple college run, eh?”

Demencia smiles menacingly,”Look Flug, a new bug to squish!”

Flug’s squints, doing a quick evaluation of the villain who-! His eyes widen in fear.

”Demencia wait!”

Demencia launches herself with full force, effectively slamming you into the ground with a heavy thud.

Digging your fingers into the hybrids hair, you headbutt her, letting go after hearing a wet crunch of bone.

Demencia jumps away, wiping a trail of blood running from her nose,”Ohhh, I like you~” Her eyes shine with excitement.

“Can’t say the same” You stand and wince at the throbbing pain forming behind your eyes. Unlike your siblings who had a natural buffer to keep them from feeling the affects of their abilities, you inherited drawbacks from your mothers side. The more you fought, the more your body suffered.

Power came at a price.

A sudden blow to your diaphragm knocks the air out of your lungs, causing you to skid back several feet

You allow yourself only a moment to catch your breath.

‘Pitiful’ you think to yourself,’I’ve let myself become soft.’ You look to the girl in front of you, her fist bloody but her grin still plastered on her face.

You weren’t Conquest, or War, or Pestilence, or even Death.

But you weren’t weak.

Your gauntlets begin to glow as your armor shifts. Slamming them together, they morph to form spikes along the knuckles.

Flug calls out again to Demencia who dances in place, unaware of the enemy in front of her drawing closer,”Don’t let her hit you!”

“Aww come on doc, she’s just a poser! Look-“

Demencia is knocked to her knees.

Blast after blast, spikes of energy pierce her body, sending her further into the ground.

Fumbling with his blaster, Flug retrieves a remote from his coat, pressing a bright red button.

“H-Hatbots, attack!”

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[aradias-crypt]

Poker Face headcanons ♥️

Poker Face is mute

You’re not sure if she was ever capable of speech, or if she is mute by choice, but Poker Face is incapable of speech. Granted it’s probably her “thing” as a mime villain, but even when the two of you are alone she never speaks.

A notepad is slid into your line of sight.

Looking up from your keypad, you give the villain before you a look of utter confusion.

“How may I help you today ma’am?”

She points to the notepad, her mask completely obscuring her face.

Don’t for a moment think it stops her from having fun

You look at the paper.

“Hey cutie ;3”

You look up to see her pointing at you with finger guns.

It’s actually pretty hilarious when people assume she can’t understand them

Mute is not deaf. She is is perfectly capable of listening in on conversations. Don’t believe her? Well, don’t let him know, but you’d never believe the dirt she has on the mail boy from downstairs!

Poker Face is one of the “cool” villains

She’s honestly the best. Filled to the brim with charisma and self confidence, Poker Face doesn’t need anyone to tell her how great she is. Despite her inability to “talk” to most people she is capable of captivating everyone she meets. New villain? New friend! Group of kids at a park? Irresponsible Awesome aunt figure here she comes! Adorable new attorney at the Black Hat organization?

Sign her up~! *purrs*

Needless to say you were quickly won over.

She’s a bit of a show off, but she can’t help it! She loves impressing others!

You smile in awe as Poker Face produces a card from thin air and sets it on fire. Flicking her wrist, the card turns into a bouquet of orange and red roses. She offers it to you with a flourish.

“Wow!” You gingerly take them from her. Bringing them close, you smell them, picking up a vaguely orange scent. Huh. “They’re beautiful.” You murmur.

She chuckles from under her mask and twirls a knife on her finger. “It nothing.” She signs, spelling it out slowly for you.

With each visit to the organization, Poker Face has slowly but surely been teaching you the alphabet. And you can proudly say you’re getting the hang of it!

You sign back, “Very good still.”

Poker Face chuckles before putting a finger to her mask and pointing the hallway behind your desk.

You look back and salute as Black Hat squints at the flowers in your arms.

“Hey boss, when did you come back?”

“Not long ago.” He grumbles and turns his attention to the woman behind the counter, “Flowers, eh?”

She moves her head side to side giddily.

“Oh, before I forget, you have a meeting with Aku in an hour. He’s been going on about some design for a new armor or something, he kinda lost me in the last bit.”

Black Hat nods and takes a file from your desk. He bares his teeth at Poker Face before he goes.

“If my assistant’s work begins to lag it will be on your head.”

She blows a kiss.

No one knows her real name

Honestly, you’re not sure if anyone knows her real name. The only ones who know are probably herself and Black Hat seeing as he knows pretty much everything.

“You aren’t gonna tell me?”

Poker Face shakes her head and crosses her arms.

“Well I can’t keep calling you Poker Face, it’s pretty long.”

She tilts her head.

“You give name.” She signs.

You rub your chin, “Well.. you have hearts on your costumes.. and you’re kinda a diva.”

She snorts, ushering you to continue.

“Oh come on, it’s true and you know it.” You snap your fingers, “Queenie!”

“Why?”

“The Queen of Hearts, you know, like the kids movie. It suits you.” You grin cheekily.

Queenie pinches you playfully.

She’s a glutton for attention

If she didn’t have her mask on she’d be seen grinning all the time! Poker Face loves being in the spotlight, whether it’s at the craps table or on television after a heist, she adores being in the limelight.

Poker Face poses in front of the mirror, admiring her freshly cleaned uniform. Her stockings were covered in blast powers and all sorts of weird chemicals, but you somehow managed to clean it up!

You laugh from your spot at her vanity, “You’ve been staring at yourself for half an hour! Come on Queenie we have to go.”

You managed to reserve a seat at one of the more expensive fine dining restaurants in the city. Granted it was with the help of your boss’s name, but you still did it! And here Queenie was, taking her sweet ole time.

“So white.” She signs excitedly, “Very red. Clean. Soft. Stretchy still!” She does a backflip and lands in a split, making small sounds of glee.

“You’re going a bit too fast for me Queenie, I think I saw soft in there somewhere? ‘With’ something…?”

Spelling out the words slowly this time, Poker Face stands up and presses the mouth area of her mask to your cheek.

“Look good me!”

You smile, “You always look good. Now, I know you love your outfit but if you dress like that the cops will get us before we can finish an entrée.”

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“Queenie.. this isn’t low-key at all.”

She looks back at you.

Her dress is covered in rubies and rhinestones that flash and glitter with every turn. Her buttons are solid gold. Hell, she looks like she could buy the whole restaurant with just the sleeves!

“Cheap dress me own.”

“Liar.”

She snickers.

She loves swing!

If you haven’t noticed yet *flutters eyelashes under her mask* she is very flexible! Give her the right beat and she will break out in dance! As her partner, you will soon realize that no outing with Poker Face is complete without a moment of dancing. Having a special place in her heart for swing, Poker Face will bring you to swing competitions all over the place. Have extra work you have to do? She’ll help you! Have two left feet? You couldn’t have found yourself a better teacher!

“Queenie!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you are spun around the dance floor. Your blood thrums with excitement as people cheer all around you, your legs grow tired but your energy feels limitless!

Poker Face smiles, her mouth visible due to the opera mask she has stitched out.

Just for today, she reminded you earlier.

“You’re doing great.” She mouths.

If she knew you’d be as great as you were at swing she would’ve taught you the Charleston while she was at it!

Poker Face is fiercely loyal, hurt her loved ones and you may just lose your hand

Every villain has their own moral code. Some won’t hurt certain types of people and some don’t discriminate between who they kill. With Poker Face, everyone knows she defends her people.

She is the Queen of Cards after all.

Poker Face strokes your cheek as she pulls you to her chest. You both are hiding behind the bar of a gambling den, guns drawn as lower rate yakuza flood the room.

“Maybe we shouldn’t listen to Lady Naga for vacation suggestions.” You laugh weakly, your mind fuzzy with blood loss. Your leg was coated in blood.

Turns out, silk doesn’t absorb blood as well as you thought.

Poker Face fumes with rage, her knuckles white with how tightly she holds her gun.

How dare they hurt you! How dare they ruin your date! You were about to win the jackpot!

You look up at her.

“Queenie..?” You say unsteadily.

She lifts her mask and kisses the top of your head.

“No move.” She signs.

You nod.

She lets go and fires above the bar.

The firing above your head falters.

Poker Face slides over the bar and sends bullets in every direction; her hands fill with blade like cards once the ammo runs out.

- -

You leave the bar with her.

No one follows behind.

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[the-villain-vanessa-cortez]

Dr. Flug x Reader: The Club

I don’t really speak Spanish but I’m leaning. Those who don’t know I have southern Native American/ northern Mexican ancestry (along with Eastern European and Asian so I’m literally a mix of everything). But anyways I’m not sure where exactly the show is supposed to take place, I kinda just assume maybe a big city like San Francisco or LA makes sense to me. But sense I know that it is a Latin American show primarily, I headcanon most of the main characters are some sort of Latin. Plus I actually prefer watching it in Spanish. Idk feels more authentic? Also like I said it’s kinda helping me learn Spanish since I can understand it but I’m working on creating sentences. This is a reader insert but you���ll be basically filling in as my character Vanessa. Obviously I haven’t said yet but I am a musical theater major/performer and so I love to do fics surrounding musicals and what not. I’ve been listening to in the heights (fun fact I used to live in NY) and the Latin themes got me inspired. If I could literally find people to do performances with me with characters or something that would be amazing.

SONG: The club

MUSICAL: In the Heights

I don’t write genders now because I realize that anyone should be able to enjoy but I do write for more feminine characters if not asked for specifics. I am actually non-binary myself but I do present feminine (although most times I just exist idk but if I’m getting dressed up I’ll mostly look feminine)

I’m going to include most of the Spanish that is in the song. It’s nothing really big. It kinda just feels inauthentic to not include it. Maybe you can learn some things too.

Wepa= Hey!

Y cada día = and every day

Sí = yes

No mames = no way!

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The city was bursting with excitement as “Latin dance night” was approaching at sundown. Villains and their friends could gather for a night of fun and dancing. The idea was that just because you’re evil doesn’t mean that you have to be lonely. There were other thematic nights but this one was specifically for those south of the hemisphere. The temperature was steadily climbing in the past few weeks and everyone was itching to get out and enjoy the cool night air. Being located in Southern California meant that there were bound to be a lot of people at the party. “Latin Night” happened every other weekend and (y/n) found herself frequenting a lot. There they could dance and have fun with other villains. There was a wide range of people and some not-so-people that would show up just for the sheer fun. (Y/n) felt pride rise in their chest upon the sight of so many beings in one place celebrating their heritage.

(Y/n) managed to convince one awkward doctor to come with her for the night. On top of that, they were even able to convince him to show his regular face after telling him about all the different kinds of villains that would be at the place. He usually didn’t like going anywhere without his protective bag on his head, but (y/n) told him that there was nothing to fear. Dr. Flug examined himself in the mirror feeling shy. He wore dark blue jeans, a flannel over a blue t-shirt, his normal sneakers, and his medium length dark brown curly hair tied at the base of the back of his head. Strands of curls framed his face and he tried to smooth them down. Flug met his dark brown eyes in the mirror and sighed. He felt ridiculous and thought about what (y/n) would say once she saw him. He began tracing one of his scars on his face with a shaky hand. It was true that (y/n) was giving him more and more confidence to go out without covering his face like he normally did, but he feared this would be too much. Although, knowing that there were going to be worse looking people and even some not-really-people at the event made him feel a lot better. He’d seen some really ugly villains in his time and figured that it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Slys! We don’t have all night” there was a knock at his door and he turned around shyly.

‘I guess this is it’ he thought as he answered a quick, “come in.” The door swung open revealing a beautiful (y/n) who was wearing an equally beautiful red knee-length dress and black heels. Their (h/c) hair was done up and they wore a seducing smile. They looked like they could kill a man based solely on good looks alone. Flug felt his entire face burn up in red, almost matching (y/n)’s dress.

“Hey not bad Dr. Slys” (y/n) gave a slight punch on his shoulder and stepped closer to embrace him. This didn’t help his nerves or red face situation.

“T-thanks” he choked out and pat his friend on the shoulder. True they were only friend for now, but that didn’t stop the feeling he had for them take root and blossom in the pit of his heart, no matter how many times he tried to kill it.

“Come on let’s go!! We will have fun I promise you. Whenever you want to leave, just tell me and I’ll take you home.” (Y/n) gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded as they began walking out of the mansion, hand in hand.

“Hey!! (Y/n)!!! The whole club shouted as (y/n) and Dr.Flug stepped in the vicinity.

Flug grasped onto (y/n) even tighter and tried to seem cool. He was, in fact, the very opposite of cool.

“Hey this is kinda nice. I really like what they’ve got going with the lights. So this is the place where you spend your weekends? And did I mention you look really great tonight? Because you do-“

(Y/n) cut him off and patted his chest, “Slys, for me just relax.”

“Relax? Què relax? I’m relaxed!” Flug tried to brush it off.

“Wepa!! (Y/n)!!” Another group of people called out as Flug and (y/n) made their way more into the club. Flug felt a little jealous at all the attention (y/n) was getting and he could tell they were eating it up. He began speaking again, “so I guess you’ve been here before? As you know I don’t go out much in fact I’ve been so busy with work. Y cada día it’s a brand new thing my boss wants. Not to mention I’m not really good at dancing, but maybe you and me could sometime hang out some more..?”

(Y/n) turned back to him and smiled cheerily. They could tell that he was extremely nervous and that’s why he was rambling so much.

“Let’s go get a drink.” They grabbed their friend’s hand and led him to the bar. There they met one of (y/n)’s friends that Flug recognized as Jason. Jason was once a hero like (y/n) who also turned to the dark side. Then he also worked as a ‘villain for hire’ where (y/n) and him became close friends.

“Is that?? Doctor Flug Slys??” Jason slapped the thinner man’s back and pulled him in closer.

“Uh, yeah” flug tried to hide his face in embarrassment. He hadn’t really let Jason see what he looked like under his bag and he could feel the heat rise with in him and his chest tightened.

“Aw man. What you need is a good drink.” Jason slapped Flug on the chest and turned to a grisly looking man on the other side of the bar that separated the workers from the patrons.

“Bartender! I would like four shots of tequila-“

“Oh I don’t drink..” Flug looked away and Jason smiled with his arm still around the doctor.

“Make that five then!” Jason winked and turned back to his friend, “so what brings you to Latin night at club ‘Wicked Merlin’?”

Flug continued looking at the ground and doesn’t realize (y/n) had slipped away a little bit ago.

“Well. (Y/n) decided it would be good for me to go out. And now I’m starting to regret that decision really.” He looks to his side and sees that (y/n) is not next to him anymore.

“Speaking of which, where did they go?” Flug began to get worried. Jason laughed as the five shots came their way.

“Who knows. I’m sure she’s just dancing, knowing her. But anyways you should drink it’ll take away your nerves. If you want to have fun you need to drink.” With that Jason downed his two shots and handed the remaining three to Flug. Flug stared at him for a second before deciding to knock one back and preparing for the sting.

“Alright there you go! As long as you drink, I’ll buy” Jason gave a great big smile. For being a villain, he had a good heart.

“No no you don’t have to do that” Flug said after taking the second shot. He could feel his face flush from the alcohol enter his bloodstream.

“Nonsense! I just copped a bag from my last gig so I got cash to blow. Besides, how many times do you get to go out and have fun? Also, knowing you, you’ll be a cheap date” Jason laughed and Flug found himself unable to say no.

“Fine but this is all I’m having.” He swallowed the last shot and Jason tugged his arm.

“Hey is that (y/n)?” Jason pointed across the room at their red figure talking to someone Flug didn’t recognize.

“Who are they talking to?” Flug tried to inquire.

“Some dude… I don’t know man, I think they're trying to make you jealous.” Both Jason and Flug we’re starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Flug crosses his arms and puffed.

“Jealous, I’m not jealous. I can take all these men, whatever.”

In just that second, the unknown man grabs their hand and pulls them to the dance floor. The two began to dance to the Latin music blaring overhead. It doesn’t take long before the entire dance floor is cleared out until it’s just (y/n) and the unknown man dancing in the center. The music speeds up slightly and the dancing continues. Even though Flug is beyond jealous he can’t help but feeling impressed at how great his friend is at dancing. They never would have seemed like the type who could completely tear it up on the dance floor. For a little bit, Flug felt joy grow within him and he studied their moves intently.

“(Y/n)!! Let me get the next one!!” Other people began to call out wanting to dance with the new star of the show. The way they were sweating and flexing their body on the dance floor made Flug want to join in even more. On top of that the alcohol was really starting to kick in and gave him an extra boost of confidence. He liked to dance secretly in his lab when he knew he was alone. He was Latin after all! He never would admit it, but music was in his soul and he enjoyed the twists and turns music would make in his mind as he listened.

Everybody clapped and cheered as (y/n) and the unknown stranger finished dancing. They caught Flug’s eyes and offered a warm smile and ran over to join him.

“I had no idea that you could dance like that” Flug started sheepishly. Suddenly it felt like all his confidence was gone.

“Well when you have enough practice, you get pretty good. Wanna dance?”

“Oh no I don’t dance.” Flug grabbed his shoulder.

“So you can be a doctor but not learn how to dance?” (Y/n) jeered and elbowed him.

“Sí” Flug stared blankly. He was lying but he didn’t want (y/n) to know.

As everyone was coupled up, (y/n) grabbed his hands anyways and pulled him into them.

“Nope. Don’t believe you. You got perfect dancing hips.” (Y/n) placed their hands on his shoulders and he tentatively slid his clammy hands on their waist.

“Here like this. You go back first then go forward” (y/n) swiveled their hips forward making Flug take a step back. His face grew red again as he realized how close he was to (y/n). They slowly got into the rhythm and continued going back and forth.

“Okay now I’m going to go around you and you’ll stay in place but turn to face me. This is called ‘the rejection.’” Flug gulped in response and nodded. He knew what they were trying to tell him and he followed suit. (Y/n) crossed begins him and he spun to face them. It wasn’t that hard, but appeared to be more complicated than it really was. They continued taking turns doing this and everyone started to notice.

“Oh god they’re starting to watch us.” Flug started to get worried.

“Then let’s give them a show!” (Y/n) smiled devilishly at him and pulled him into her chest once again. Their body was flushed with his and he felt tingles go up his spine. He never felt so alive and scared at the same time. They made their way across the floor and (y/n) really began to take off. To everyone’s surprise Flug was able to keep up with them and (y/n) took notice.

“I knew you could dance lier!!” They smiled as they continued salsaing across the floor. Flug grabbed them by the waist and threw them up so that their legs would wrap around his torso. They stopped for a second to pose with the music and then he grabbed them again so they could continue spinning. The whole crowd was going wild and Flug could feel his stamina start to drain. He spun (y/n) into him and flipped her over his arm and brought his face close to their’s as the music came to an exciting end. The club went wild again as another song began to play. (Y/n) began to laugh and gave Flug a kiss on the cheek. Just then Jason appeared clapping and singing to the music.

“No Mames!! Holy hell you two were fantastic!! Who knew!! Did you two rehearse that because wow” Jason was extremely wasted by this point.

“Some people are just that good.” (Y/n) winked at Flug who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright. I’m going to go grab a drink. I’m way too parched.” (Y/n) said before patting their friends on the shoulders and walking over to the bar.

Once (y/n) was out of sight, Jason punched Flug on the arm in a more or less friendly way.

“Some date you got there” he said and kept winking at Flug.

Flug was rubbing the now sore spot on his arm and looked irritated. “Yeah I know.” He stated plainly.

“Well have you told them yet? You know, how you feel?”

“What??” Flug was growing impatient.

“Come on it’s obvious. You like them. We all know in the villain community.”

Before Flug could answer there was some buzzing noises and a flash of light before a complete and utter blackout.

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Those who know the musical knows what happens next. But I’m also not going completely by the musical.

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[the-villain-vanessa-cortez]

Black Hat X reader: Roaring 20’s pt. 1

A 1920’s au with HUMAN! Black Hat. He’s the Don of a powerful gang in LA.

This is part one. I just wanted to keep it short for now. Not too sure where this’ll go.

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Rain was pouring outside in the cold night while thunder roared overhead. Why they decided to leave their house without an umbrella would always be a mystery, but one thing was certain: they needed to get in some shelter. There were plenty of other flats and houses on the dimly lit street, but one in particular was calling. Perhaps it was because it was the largest or maybe there was something alluring that (y/n) wanted to find out. (Y/n) could hear music playing within the walls of the huge building and without thinking, found themselves on the doorstep.

“Who could possibly live at such a lavish estate?”

Within seconds the music stopped and (y/n) was plummeted into silence that sent a shiver up their spine. They contemplated turning around, but when they door creeped open, they knew that they couldn’t leave now. What (y/n) was met with was a large dark figure with tan skin, dark grey eyes, and slicked back black hair. He wore a bowler cap upon his head and had a red button up shirt with a grey vest. His face looked displeased and (y/n) could feel a bead of sweat roll down their forehead.

“Can I help you?” The large man spoke. (Y/n) had never heard a voice so opulent before and tried to squeak out a reply.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just trying to find a place to stay to get out of the rain.” (Y/n) tried to remain composed. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go into a stranger’s home after all. The man looked up at the sky as if to inspect the rain that was coming down harder than before.

“Of course” he started to smile, “come right in.” He stepped aside and let them inside. (Y/n) was able to catch a glimpse of the man’s rather sharp canine teeth and felt even more tense.

The building was just as luxurious inside as it was out. (Y/n) quickly noticed the other people that resides in the estate. There were mostly other men and a few women. All eyes were on (y/n) as the man from before led them into a private room.

“Men, be good. We have a visitor.” The tall man spoke to the rest of the people in the room. Upon closer inspection, (y/n) could tell these weren’t all just ordinary men. Most looked a little roughed up and could easily kill (y/n) in one easy hit. This did not help calm the person down. The man opened a door and let the smaller individual in. There was a desk and portraits hung around the room. Across the desk were two chairs. The man with the red shirt sat in the large chair on the opposite side of the desk and motioned for his guest to sit across from him. Once they were sitting, the man began to speak, “so what brings you to my humble organization?” His smile had a hint of something sinister.

“Well. You see, sir, it was the terrible weather that I was unprepared for that led me to your place”

“Yes but why my place?” He raised an eyebrow. (Y/n) was still and gulped hard. They hadn’t really thought of why they came to the large dwelling other than the rain. Something had taken possession over them and the curiosity was too much to ignore.

(Y/n) shrugged their shoulders and averted their eyes.

“I’m not certain, sir” was all they managed to say.

“Yes, well. You can call me Mister Black Hat. I can give you a spare room to spend the night. Tomorrow we can discuss negotiations and what to do moving forward.” Black Hat has in some way a tone of warmth that betrayed the words that he was saying.

“Negotiations?” (Y/n) furrowed their brow.

“Why yes.” Black Hat spike again, “I need to make sure you’re not the enemy.”

(Y/n) was led up a long set of stairs by a thinner gentleman with scars lining his face. He could have been an actor if it hadn’t been for the lines on his face. However, they made him more alluring in that way.

“I see you’ve met boss” the young man says without looking back.

“Yeah he seems… friendly?” (Y/n) tried to make small talk back without saying something that might upset anyone in the place. The young man chuckled as they reached the top of the stairs.

“That’s one word for it” he looked back before leading the guest down the long winding hall.

“Well” the other began, “he took me in during this awful storm.”

“That he did” the man led the two of them into a spare room with outstretched arms. “Well this is it. It’s not much but I’m sure it’ll do.”

The room was rather simple but appeared cozy for being a spare room.

“But I wouldn’t consider myself too lucky anyway. Boss always has something up his sleeve.” The man spoke again. (Y/n) nodded and took a few steps into the room while examining it. There wasn’t much they could do now and although they were frightened, they wanted sleep more than anything.

“I’m doctor Flug Slys by the way. I’ll be up all night so if you need anything, I’ll be in the basement. But don’t let anyone else know you’re there. I’m only telling you because boss doesn’t want anyone seeing on the projects he has going on so consider this my one gesture of kindness.” He wasn’t exactly mean spirited when he said that, but rather that he was worried for what might happen if anyone did catch the stranger wandering about. He also reminded himself to not get attached because of how easily people around him were killed off. (Y/n) nodded and began to take off their wet outer clothes while Flug began to close the door.

Right before the door was completely shut, (y/n) was able to squeeze out a quick “thank you”.

“Don’t mention it” Flug replied and closed it for the night.

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