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nixylubouv · 7 months
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💫Writing Prompt #66
Villain likes to stay low key. They’re so powerful that they’ve become desensitized and bored by the world. They choose to join the villain’s league because there’s nothing better to do, really. Despite Villain not trying all that hard, Supervillain’s recently noticed Villain’s competency and assign Villain to work closely with them. This care is new to Villain, and they start to enjoy Supervillain’s company. 
However, Supervillain is the total opposite of Villain. Always in the limelight, super charming and engaging. Other villains, civilians, and even heros flock to them like moths. It’s so annoying. Villain is jealous of the people constantly taking Supervillain’s attention away. Why? Do they want that power to sway the room too? Unable to understand the complicated new emotions roiling inside them, Villain decides the only solution is to stage a coup and takes over Supervillain’s position. 
Only when Supervillain is dragged before them, glaring with hatred, does it finally click in Villain’s dense head. It was never Supervillain’s power that they wanted. It was Supervillain. 
Ah sh*t……was it too late to buy flowers and grovel for forgiveness? 
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nixylubouv · 7 months
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💫Writing Prompt #65
Hero has a sterling sliver reputation, and everyone loves them. So when they start dating Villain in secret, no one suspects a thing. Villain loves Hero, they truly do, but all this hiding is getting overwhelming. They’re tired, and they want to leave behind the life of being a villain and fade into a civilian identity. Unfortunately, that means leaving Hero behind. And Hero doesn’t want to be left behind. They frame Villain for a particularly destructive crime and then volunteer to watch over Villain on house arrest out of the goodness of their heart. No other alternative motive, of course.
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“Y-you can’t do this.” Villain stutters out the cliche line, still reeling from the shock of their Hero placing handcuffs on them.
Hero’s arm is now around Villain’s shoulders, assuring the group of reports with flashing camera lights below the podium that they’ll make sure to rehabilitate Villain, as the Superhero agency hopes to do with all of their convicts.
Hero’s not looking at Villain, but they tilt their head ever so slightly until their lips are hidden by Villain’s hair. “I can, darling. Watch me.” They reporters don’t hear the whispered words, and they go wild when Hero flashes a signature grin, their grip around Villain tightening imperceptibly.
Hero knows, and Villain knows, no one will believe Villain’s side of the story.
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nixylubouv · 8 months
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💫Writing Prompt #64
Villain didn't choose their career path out of a particular zeal. They were just forced into due to circumstances, and to this day they try to follow a moral code as much as they can. Hero sees this, and they fall in love with Villain. Hero is gentle, understanding, perfect. Someone who Villain feels they don't deserve.
Hero is saddened but respects Villain's choice to not be in relationship despite clearing having feelings for Hero too. However, something that Hero and Villain both don't know is that Hero is just a human reincarnation of a powerful deity, Supervillain. They awaken their memories during an intense battle.
Supervillain is not kind. They've lived a millennia of getting what they want. They've never cared about life during a human reincarnation before. After all, what's a drop to an ocean? This time it's different. The love that Hero had for Villain, it was intense. Deep, powerful. Supervillain has never felt anything that intoxicating before. And unlike Hero, they won't take no for answer.
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nixylubouv · 8 months
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💫Writing Prompt #63
Hero and Villain come from legacy families. Against all odds, they fall in love. Villain tries to make Hero understand that their family is not like Hero’s. They’re not warm and happy. It’s hard for Hero to understand because of the way they’ve been raised. They have a blinding naivety. Do no violence, commit no harm. A hero’s creed.
One day, Hero is captured by the Villain’s family. They watch on in horror as Villain’s parent tells Villain to punish Hero. And Villain obeys. Hero screams all the hurtful things they can think of.
I should have listened to my family.
I never should of trusted you.
You really are a monster.
Hero escapes, battered and bruised and betrayed. They’re so so angry at Villain. Until they find out the truth. The sacrifice Villain made. The true punishment meant for Hero that Villain traded themselves for. And as Hero’s holding Villain’s bloodied form, begging them for forgiveness, they seem to understand something. Peace? Kindness? Useless. Sometimes, the only answer is violence. And Villain’s family is about to discover it’s true meaning.
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nixylubouv · 8 months
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💫Writing Prompt #62
After years of working together, Hero and Sidekick fall in love and get married. Sidekick is a gentle soul and Hero is all for fighting in the name of justice, a perfect golden couple. During one fateful fight against the villains, Sidekick sacrifices themselves to save Hero.
The last thing they remember is Hero’s distraught face, clutching their body close and begging them not to die. Sidekick ‘awakens’ years later, finding out that Hero had managed to revive them somehow. Sidekick is grateful for the second chance with their beloved, and doesn’t question it when Hero insists they stay at home and rest. Everything seems picture perfect, but Sidekick starts to notice long stretches of time when Hero disappears. Hero’s increasing persistence that Sidekick not look at news from the outside world is getting suspicious. On a day Hero is away, Sidekick manages to contact their old friend. Since Hero’s death, there’s a terrifying new Supervillain in town. They utterly annihilated the old group of villains and now reign supreme. Sidekick is horrified, insisting that they and Hero should come and stop this. Their friend is silent for a while before hesitantly saying, “….Sidekick. Hero is Supervillain.”
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nixylubouv · 8 months
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💫Writing Prompt #61
Villain doesn’t hold many grudges against Hero and understands it’s a job to them too and nothing personal. Because of this Villain and Hero are able to have some pretty honest and open conversations. One day, Hero very nonchalantly suggests going on a date. Nothing high stakes, no big deal. Just causal and only if Villain wants to. Villain is surprised at first, but agrees. Why not? However, on the planned time of the date, Villain gets overworked and accidentally crashes on the couch. They oversleep and miss the date. They wake up to Hero brushing a lock of hair out of their face. Hero. INSIDE of Villain’s highly impenetrable and secured lair. Kneeling by their couch. Villain stares up frozen in shock.
Hero’s voice is gentle and expression relaxed, but there’s a darker emotion behind their eyes.  “You missed our date, my darling. I got worried.” 
So. Maybe not so nonchalant after all, huh Hero?
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nixylubouv · 8 months
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💫Writing Prompt #60
Villain realizes that they love Hero and beg for forgiveness for their past wrongs. Hero is stubborn and asks Villain to leave them alone if they truly repent. In an attempt to get Villain to back off, Hero accidentally injures them near fatality because they didn’t fight back. Now Villain can’t walk or see. Wracked with guilt, softhearted Hero agrees to take care of Villain. Villain takes full advantage of the opportunity to bask in Hero’s attention. They’ve been together with Hero for two years now, finally managing to convince Hero to give romance a try. Expect, Villain’s injuries healed a mere month after the initial fight. And Hero just found out.
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nixylubouv · 10 months
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💫Writing Prompt #59
Hero and Love Interest are from different worlds, literally. They meet when Hero crosses through a portal on one of their missions and they fall in love. Now, Hero’s home world is in danger. But if they return, they can’t come back due to the nature of the portals. Love Interest and Hero face each other, with Love Interest begging and pleading Hero not to leave. Hero is stoic, despite the silent tears running down their face too. They have to go, they have a duty to their home as a hero. Love Interest closes their eyes in resignation as Hero walks up to the portal, knowing full well that the portal won’t work. Why? Because Love Interest already disabled it. They knew Hero was too noble to sacrifice others for their own personal happiness. Love Interest already knows that Hero would choose to save the world over them. But that’s okay. They just won’t let Hero have the option to choose.
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nixylubouv · 10 months
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Could I request Supervillain x Hero and for the three words garden,tears,and cage with fluff/hurt and comfort vibes please?
Love your writing btw!
Hiiii anon! Thank you for the compliment lovely. Again, I know I know you made this request a long time ago but I had just taken a break from writing. I just posted yours here! Hope you like it. :D
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nixylubouv · 10 months
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🌺 Snippet Request 🌺
Dear Anon, thank you for your snippet request. I know I you sent this a while back. I finally got around to finishing it. I really liked your prompt. It was very unique and gave me a lot of inspiration!
Prompt: [Garden, Tears, and Cage with fluff/hurt and comfort vibes]
The sound of footsteps clicked against the singular marble pathway that led to Hero’s cage. Hero shuddered, curling in on themselves in the furthest side of their prison. It was like a giant birdcage, gilded and ornate gold. And Hero, like a little bird, displayed for Villain’s pleasure. The enclosure that surrounded Hero was meant to be a replica of their home world, giving the illusion of a forest. 
Trees with rough russet bark and flowering foliage in all shades of blue grew to the crystal dome ceiling high up above. Purple vines were woven in the canopy and entwined in the bars of Hero’s cage. A gentle article waterfall burbled somewhere behind, falling into a lazy stream of cerulean waters that ran throughout the glorified garden.
Small white flowers dotted the shrubbery like stars, and glowing orange moss climbed the scattered rock fixtures. Maybe to a stranger, the likeness to Hero’s home would have been astounded. To Hero, it was a mockery. Everything was too well maintained and manicured. It was nothing like the wild beauty of a true native forest. 
The worst part was the stillness. No birds twittered or insects chirped, no breeze blew or leaves rustled. Everything was just wrong. It was terrifying. Hero would have preferred a windowless basement room over this death-like silence. 
Click. Click. Click. The footsteps drew near, rounding a huge flowered hedge into the cage’s line of sight. Hero didn’t look. They braced themselves for Villain’s saccharine sweet voice and disgusting honied words of love.  
“Hello, Hero.” 
Hero’s head snapped up. That wasn’t Villain’s voice. Hero gaped at the person standing just outside their birdcage. Supervillain, dressed head to toe in finery. And covered in blood splatter. They walked right up to Hero, sword clattering to the floor. They fell to their knees and gripped the golden bar with one hand. 
Hero was frozen. Trapped in Supervillain’s dark magnetic eyes. Supervillain smiled and held up the object in their other hand, something that sparkled brilliantly in the artificial sunlight. Hero tried to process what they were seeing. It was gorgeous. Hundreds of crystal tears welded together in a crown, almost as many as Hero had shed in their lifetime. 
“How? I thought Villain had sold them all.” Hero couldn’t resist asking. 
Supervillain smiled at that, the gentle expression so out of place on their beautiful face that it caused Hero to shiver. “I know. I tracked them down.” 
Hero inched closer to the front of the cage, mirroring Supervillain’s kneel. “You didn’t use them?” they questioned. Hero’s people rarely shed tears, and the power contained in them could lead people to wage war. It was the reason Villain had captured Hero, no matter how they liked to pretend otherwise.  
“I never wanted you for your tears,” Supervillain said. The bar in their grip started to glow. Hero watched in silence as the glow spread around the cage, disintegrating the vines and melting it down around them.
“I wanted you for you,” Supervillain finished in a hushed whisper. Slowly, reverently, they placed the crown on Hero’s head with both hands. Finally returning what was stolen so long ago. It was very stupid, Hero supposed. To feel touched. Kneeling here, face to face with Supervillain. Wearing a crown made of tears and kneeling in a puddle of gold with someone who they had considered an enemy a lifetime ago.
Tentatively, Hero reached up and cupped Supervillain’s face. Supervillain leaned into Hero’s palm as Hero wiped a thumb under their eye, smearing away the blood. 
“If I leave now, will you stop me?” 
“No.” Supervillain responded simply. And Hero believed them. They felt the bud of an unknown emotion bloom in their heart, something they long thought had withered away. 
“Good.” Hero stood up, pulling Supervillain along with them. “Then let’s get out of here.”
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nixylubouv · 10 months
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Howdy!
Your love potion / spellbound snippets are interesting! Got any plans on what happens next in the story? 👀
Hi yes. You may be surprised to see an answer after so long but I've just updated the third part of love potion! (Five thousand years late I know I'm so sorry) I naturally align towards angst but fluff must be present at the end to smooth things over of course. (If that helps answer your question) Thank you for your interest. :D
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nixylubouv · 11 months
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💫Writing Prompt #58
Villain didn't choose a career of crime. They went to the wrong job interview and think they're just some tech person in a firm that's really paranoid about practising security drills. Hero is the Superhero Agengency's top hacker. They don't know who the brilliant hacker is on the villain's side that keeps thwarting their every firewall and security system. Villain, thinking Hero is just another IT employee, starts a friendly online rivalry where they keep leaving each other hidden easter eggs and messages. Hero really, really wants to find Villain. Talk in person with a genius who's finally on par with them. And maybe, quite possibly, a genius who's slowly stealing their heart. It's only a matter of time before Villain slips up, and Hero is nothing if not patient.
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nixylubouv · 11 months
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Love Potion (3)
Part 1 here and Part 2 here
Ahem. Have some info dumping with a side of world building and dash of mystery.
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Witch was in over her head. She had enchanted her hair and eyes the same shade of light brown, and then further tucked the mass of her curls into a cap. She peered at Villain and his companion, using the shadow of a nearby stall for cover. 
She had been trailing them through the busy afternoon market for just a little while now. She didn’t know how to make sense of what she was seeing. Villain’s companion was Hero. 
Long before she gained the moniker of the witch, she had been a child with no name and no home. The kingdom’s court was a complicated one with five ruling families, all too busy bickering their own drama to care for the orphans roaming the streets of the poorer districts. 
Expect Hero. Kind, funny, unyielding Hero. An illegitimate son of the Ronai queen, somewhere long down the line of inheritance, Hero was a legend in this area. 
Witch still remembered when she had first seen him. She had been so small then, curled up against the back wall of a bakery. A layer of snow had settled on her head and she hadn’t even had the energy to shiver anymore. 
Witch had left a warm weight around her shoulders and looked up through blurry eyes. There was Hero, wrapping his own fur clock around her tiny form. He couldn’t have been much older than she was now, but that scrawny little boy had lifted her up and taken her inside his carriage. Given her freshly baked pastries dusted with sugar and warm milk. 
She had stuffed it all down in a rush, excepting him at any moment to ask for something in return. He hadn’t. He had taken her to an Inn and paid for a year’s stay. She had heard other stories about Hero in passing too. Small and big acts of kindness. The noble Hero, not afraid to mix in with commoners. 
Each of the five ruling families were required to send a quota of their children to enlist, and being illegitimate as he was, Hero was sent off to war soon as he was of age. Witch hadn’t seen him for years, but she still recalled the taste of sugared pastries on snowy days. 
Yet here he was, talking and laughing with the owner of a stall of colorful trinkets laid across a table. His pale, shoulder-length hair was unevenly sun-bleached. He was tanner too, with enough freckles to fill the night sky. But his smile was still the same big and bright. 
Even if not in conversation, Villain’s eyes never shifted from Hero’s face. His gaze was soft, as if looking at Hero was like looking at all the beautiful things in the entire world. If Witch hadn’t known any better, she would have thought that Villain was the one who had drunk the love potion. 
“Where’s your mother?”
Witch startled, nearly stumbling back into the person who had asked the question. She craned her head back to see a woman with deep laugh lines and hair gathered in a simple updo. 
“Are you lost?” The woman turned Witch around and gave her a concerned once over. Shoot. Perhaps the glamour she had used made her appear a tad too young. 
“N-no. Thank you. I was just, I saw Hero-” Witch stopped herself before she blurted out any more information. 
The women’s worry melted away into delight. “So you know of Hero! You must be here to welcome him back!” 
She didn’t bother to correct her. Witch was already starting to feel guilty at not knowing he had returned from the front. She let the woman go on about the different stories of people coming up to thank Hero. 
“And it was a bit of a surprise, to see Hero with the Khalan commander. A Ronai and Khalan, can you imagine?”
“The Khalan commander?” Witch asked absentmindedly. Clearly she was more out of date with the town gossip that she had thought. Shocking, she knew, with how much the townsfolk liked to gossip. She just never had a reason to pay attention.
“Oh, dear, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it. It’s just that they had quite the rivalry going. We didn't expect it, you know.” 
Witch twirled the stolen ribbon that had led her here between her fingers. They both had turned back to look at the two in question. Her gaze dropped to Villain’s wrist, catching sight of the glittering cuff. So he had gotten a replacement. It seemed rather flashy for a lover’s token. 
She shifted her line of sight to Hero’s wrist, where a matching green bracelet shimmered. No, not a mere lover’s token anymore. Green signified promise. Witch felt something akin to panic lash through her chest. 
The woman continued her happy chatter, oblivious of Witch’s inner turmoil, “Isn’t it so sweet? They’ll be getting married tomorrow! It'll be a royal wedding for the history books.”
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nixylubouv · 1 year
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🌺 Snippet Request 🌺
Dear @subval01, thanks for your request! I really liked your prompt, it gave me cozy vibes and I very much want to take a nap in a big fancy bed now.
Prompt: [Sleepy cuddly idiots 🦀🔪]
Hero was roused from the depths of a very pleasant dream by their lover’s hushed voice. They blearily squinted open one eye and saw Villain’s hazy shadow beyond the white canopy of the four-poster bed. 
They seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, and from what Hero could make out between sleepy blinks, pacing by the beside. Villain only paced when they were dealing with work matters. Out of courtesy, Hero stopped paying attention. 
Okay. Not exactly. They stopped paying attention because they were slipping back into dreamland, but the sentiment was there. Hero and Villain had to toe a particularly thin line when it came to work. Hero tried not to think too much about it. 
They adjusted their position and turned to the other side, grabbing one of the numerous fluffy pillows on the bed and hugging it close. Even in the dark, Hero knew it was probably a shade of purple. With their love of color schemes and expensive tastes, Villain should quit and become an interior designer instead. It would solve a lot of problems. 
Hero was teetering on the edge of consciousness when Villain gently pushed aside the canopy and climbed in beside them. Hero shivered at the rush of cold air. They immediately cuddled into Villain’s arms, back to chest. Villain laughed softly, the sound sending pleasant tingles up Hero’s spine. 
Villain proceeded to bury their face in Hero’s hair. They run their cold hands up and down Hero’s bare arm causing Hero to hum their approval.  
“What was that about?” Hero asked, being lulled back to sleep. 
“Nothing important. Just Henchman giving a heads up.” 
“About?”
“There’s been a minor breach. Your team is trying to sneak into the lair.”  
“Hmm. Okay.”
There was a beat of silence. Hero shot straight up. “My team?!” 
“Yes.” Villain was nonchalant, and tried to get Hero to lie back down again. They tugged at Hero’s shirt. Or rather, their shirt, which Hero was currently wearing. Hero seemed to realize that fact as well. They began to frantically tug the black silk garment over their head. They stumbled right off the edge of Villain’s bed, taking the curtain down with them. 
Hero’s head popped back up as they wrestled the curtain off. They scrambled to stand, nearing tripping over themselves to gather the discarded pieces of their uniform, all semblance of sleepiness gone. 
“My team is here? Right now?” They asked, wanting to confirm that Villain wasn’t messing with them. 
“Yes.” Villain said. “Don’t fret my darling, none of them can make it past the defenses up here.”
Hero didn’t bother to reply. It was unfortunately the truth, but they couldn’t risk it. They grumbled in silence, trying to remember what mission their team was scheduled for. Recon maybe?
Villain smiled at them, enjoying the show. “Don’t be so cranky.” They told Hero. Which  predictably caused Hero to puff up in more rage. 
“I. Am. Not. Cranky.” Hero gritted out in an admittedly extremely cranky tone. Villain buried their face in the pillow Hero had abandoned earlier, unsuccessfully muffling their laughter.  
“I’m going to stab you.” Hero said, shoving one foot into their combat boot. “I’m going to stab you and then steal your cars. All of them. Even the red one. Especially that one.”  
“You can have it! Without the stabbing part!” Villain said to Hero’s fully dressed back, which was nearly flying out the door in their hurry. Already Hero was thinking of what excuse they would give their team to explain their presence. At this rate, they would run out of excuses.
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nixylubouv · 1 year
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Three Word Snippet Requests ⚡️
Hey guys! So to combat writer’s block, I figured I’d make this post. If you’ve read some of my prompts and writing snippets and like what you see, feel free to send me a formatted request in the ‘ask me anything’ section. I ask that you give me three words and if wanted any other key things you’d like me to note (fluffy vibes, angsty vibes, any preferred genders, hero villain dynamics, etc). I can’t promise how on top of things I’ll be with my busy schedule but I always love doing requests!
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nixylubouv · 1 year
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💫Writing Prompt #57
Villain’s next master plan involves faking their death and then once everyone’s guard is down making a comeback. It’s going well so far, but before they start getting to the actual comeback part, Hero goes nuclear. They’re on a rampage vowing to destroy the person who ‘killed’ Villain while proclaiming to the world that they loved Villain deeply. Expect….Villain killed Villain? And Hero’s kind of taking over their job? And also Hero loves them?! Villain is terrified. Maybe it’ll be safer to keep feigning death after all.
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nixylubouv · 1 year
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💫Writing Prompt #56
Villain has two souls sharing their body. They’re usually pretty much in tune but recently a point of dissent has occurred. Hero. One of the souls thinks Hero is pathetic and weak. The other soul is in love with Hero. And Hero is getting whiplash whenever they battle Villain.
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“I would never hurt you!”
“But you just freaking drop kicked me?!”
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“I want you to go jump off a cliff.”
“Um-”
“And straight into my arms.” “Okay what in the hell is going on.”
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