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lesbianwriter · 4 months

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I think lonely lamia is my favourite of your works, could we get a part 2

Ofc, ty! Part one

The lamia waited for the human.

It had been so long, so long, since Civilian had stumbled inside the cave. Though, the passing of time was always slow from Villain, from where her only measure of time was the light of the sun or the moon that drifted down in fickle rays down the opening. She was beginning to wonder if the human had dared lie to her about coming back. Lying! To a powerful and ancient creature!

Villain’s cold blood boiled at the thought, and she curled in tighter around herself as she scowled.

She had been so generous! She hadn’t eaten the human—not even a nibble! And Villain surely had enough of an appetite to eat Civilian’s scrawny frame and then some, after years of staying in her lair, away from the human prey she feasted on, eating only the woodland animals that came inside…but nothing as sustaining as humans. Considering all of this, Civilian should have been groveling for mercy! Villain should have swallowed her whole and sated her hunger then and there, without a care for her loneliness.

Frowning, Villain kept intently staring up at the hole at the top of the cave, the sunlight filtering down through the trees, beaming leafy patterns on her face and her rock.

Then, she heard rustling, and she sat upright.

“Hello?” Civilian called out, her voice ringing like a bell in the silence.

Craning her neck, Villain could see that the human was fumbling through the foliage, the sun hitting her hair and a corner of her dress visible through the leaves.

“Human,” Villain called out, softer than she’d intended, softer than how a creature such as herself should speak to a human. “You came back?” Her eyes widened.

The human came back.

“I said I would.” Civilian sat down near the entrance, before inhaling a breath and sliding down, landing on a thick pile of leaves to cushion the fall. Villain slithered closer. With the human was her basket of flowers, and she handed a rose to Villain. “Here…I thought maybe you’d like something brighter down here.”

“Finally, a human that knows how to honor ancient creatures.” Villain said with her usual air of snobbishness, but couldn’t help the tiny smile that came to her face. “Tell me another story, human. I’ve been waiting much too long. Make it good, or I’ll eat you.”

She wrapped her long tail around Civilian, squeezing.

Civilian smiled, the corners of her mouth twitching uneasily. “O—oh.”

“I don’t mean it.” Villain blurted out. Then, she shook her head. No, no comforting the human, the mortal should be scared of her.

Civilian’s eyes flickered around at Villain’s face. “Maybe next time I should bring some livestock. Remember when I was telling about Hero?”

Yes, Villain could recall Civilian telling her about that annoying wannabe knight that had smashed a window to her shop. If only Hero would fall into the hole, that was someone Villain could eat. Then, she wouldn’t have to eat Civilian and wouldn’t be lonely again.

Until she died. Mortals were weak, fleshly stumps that died so easily.

However, for once in her life, the lamia’s throat tightened when she thought about a mortal, about Civilian, dying.

“I could steal some of his livestock for you. Then you’d have something to eat.” The human continued.

“That’s…” Pathetic. Why would livestock be enough the satiate her? She was a fearsome monster, not a weakling. But she couldn’t say that, not with the way that Civilian’s eyes were looking into her’s. “That’s a generous offer. Thank you.”

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Later that night, the sun had set and Civilian had weaved a spider’s web of stories, her voice soft yet captivating as the silk that trapped flies.

Villain laid down on her rock, holding Civilian in her tail, feeling the warmth of the human’s flesh and the pounding of her heart.

“I want to keep you forever.” Villain sighed.

“I’ll have to go back home to think of more stories.” Civilian gave Villain a sympathetic look. “I promise I’ll come back, okay?”

“You better.” Villain mumbled.

Civilian kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll bring you food next time. And flowers. And anything else you want.”

#my writing #villain x civilian #civilian x villain #thank you anon <3 #sapphic #wlw #monster x human #monster villain #sorry for the wait #this writers block is being mean

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Hello! I would like to request something!

Supervillain/villain x thief. Just something I've been enjoying lately. Nothing specific i would like you to write with it though, feel free to write whatever you want (if you want to write it ofc, don't feel forced to write anything if you don't want to!)

Have a nice day!

CW: blood, a couple dead animals (not explicitly described)

Most people didn't come this far up the mountain. They had the good sense to heed the laws and leave the restricted area at the top alone. And if they didn't care for laws, like the thief didn't, they at least had the preservation skills to avoid the city's most legendary monster.

Yes, the thief was probably being stupid, but they'd been doing stupid things for so long, their preservation instincts had been filed down smooth and harmless. Not great at avoiding trouble and not great at getting out of it either, a double whammy for someone in their line of work. But even if they never knew when to stop or when to run, at least they were pretty good at getting a job done.

The thick wall of thorns and brambles appeared out of the mist in front of them. That meant the prison was just on the other side.

They unshouldered one strap of their pack, flipped it around, and relooped it so the bag lay against their chest. Then they dropped to their belly and began wriggling through the well-worn gap beneath the underbrush. Their pack scraped the earth, staining the orange canvas a ashen brown and slowing them to a crawl, but at least they avoided getting tangled in the branches overhead. The old scars littering their arms spoke of days when the path had not been so deep, flat earth instead of a deep furrow, but today, the blood-thirsty prickles did not even steal a drop.

When they scrambled out the other side the bars were right there, thick, cold iron built straight into the mountainside.

The thief knelt on the ground and peered squinting into the thick darkness. "Hello?" Without waiting for an answer, they dropped their pack to the earth with a poof of barren dust and began unpacking the contents into a small pile in front of them. "Anyone awake in there?"

Long, pale fingers slowly emerged from the shadows and wrapped around the cruel iron. Moments later, a matching long, pale face joined them.

"Hello, little raven. Miss me so soon?”

The supervillain’s eyes sunk dark and sharp in their sockets, like a couple pieces of whetted obsidian, only made darker from thick shadows gathered beneath. It had only been a couple weeks since their last visit, but the thief couldn’t tear their eyes away from the drastic change in weight and energy.

“Are you sick?” Somehow the thief’s fingers had found their way to the supervillain’s, and now they rested gently overtop their knuckles on the bars. There was that reckless stupidity again. They shouldn’t touch a person who could suck the soul from any living thing on contact, but…they did have that power suppressor firmly locked around their throat, and the supervillain’a skin was so cold it might as well be ice itself… It should be fine.

“Just a little under the weather,” the Supervillain said, allowing the thief’s hands to warm them. “It will pass.”

“Can’t you tell someone?”

The supervillain chucked emptily. “Who? There are no guards. No caretakers. No cooks. I am alone here.”

“But…the heroes can’t just abandon their prisoners.”

Supervillain shrugged, slumping against their bars a little. “They built me a pit, threw me in, and never looked back.”

“How do you live?”

All this time they had assumed that the villain was being taken care of. Maybe not living a life of luxury,—this was a prison—but at least with a couple square meals a day and pair of steady eyes on them in case anything happened. That was always how the media made it sound when they mentioned the supervillain’s confinement. A state of the art, highly guarded penitentiary, that would keep supervillain out of trouble for the rest of their life.

The thief cringed inwardly. They could have been bringing more useful things. Meals, medicine, water.

“The things you bring are more than enough, little raven,” Supervillain said as if reading their mind. “I have a surplus of souls to sustain me. I won’t require physical food to keep my alive for at least a decade.”

And yet they were sick.

“I can go back down and find better things.”

The supervillain shook their head, hands rotating flat so that they no longer gripped the iron and only the thief's slender hands. “I already told you I’m fine. Show me what you brought.”

The thief hesitated but nodded, plucking up a jewel-encrusted hairpin from the pile. "I have this pure gold pin embedded with emeralds, then I got this--"

"Not like that. Tell it like a story." The supervillain settled down on their side, head rested on one outstretched arm while their eyes continued to watch the thief's movements. The thief could almost imagine they weren't sitting on two opposite sides of a prison wall, one of them practically immortal and the reaper of hundreds of human souls. Maybe they could just be two people, sort of fond of each other, out camping and telling tales.

"Alright," the thief said. "So there I was, standing in the middle of the auction house with 2 hours of sleep and a secondhand outfit covered in sequins, looking good, feeling cute. That is until Miss 'Catherine Troughy' comes up and starts having an absolute fit that my clothes are too distracting, and that they clash with her dress and its tacky silver rhinestones. I'm just trying to get into the back and do my thing, but she just won't let it alone. Soon security is coming over, the host is coming over, and my invitation is being scrutinized--seriously, under a magnifying glass, and..."

They trailed a little as the supervillain's mouth tugged into a small smile, but before the pause could grow large enough to become noticeable, they leaped back into descriptions of their invitation, the tension of waiting if it would be revealed a fake, the relief at it being passed, the way they avoided this annoying woman the entire night and eventually shoved her off the stage when she caught them stealing the pin, an ancient artifact from a past king.

They reached past the bars and tucked it into the supervillain's long, untidy hair before launching into a new story about the mayor's unlocked backdoor and now missing feather pillow—it should be much more comfortable than whatever the supervillain was using now.

Not all of the stories were very exciting, but the supervillain shared just as much interest in big heists as they did in shoplifting. They asked for details about mundane things like train rides and weather and didn't seem to mind whether something ended smoothly or in chaos.

The thief liked sharing these experiences fully with someone else, almost as if they had a friend along with them the whole time, but they liked sharing the spoils even more: a diamond ring, a silk shawl, a new pair of clothes, a box of fancy, velvet cream chocolates, a tin of mints, a crochet hook and a ball of yarn, and a romance novel that supervillain allowed them to read out loud. However, by the end of chapter one, the supervillain's eyes were drooped closed, and their shoulders trembled with chills.

"I'm going to make you some soup," the thief said determinedly, clambering to their feet and brusquely wiping the knees of their pants. "I'll be back in a couple hours."

The supervillain's eyes flickered open. "You know if you really want to help. I know the ingredients for a revitalizing potion, perhaps you could gather the ingredients and brew it for me?"

"But...I don't have powers."

"Don't need them." The supervillain's eyes drooped back down, but they continued talking. "A potion makes its own magic based on its recipe. The right blend makes the right result. But if you're uncomfortable, soup would be just as well."

The thief didn't know about that. Soup did not seem like anything compared to a magical revitalizing potion. And with the supervillain suffering so much...

"What do you need?"

One eye winked back open. "It's quite a long recipe."

"I have time!"

"And some of the ingredients are somewhat...unusual."

"I have a good eye for unusual."

The supervillain paused but then nodded. "Alright, it goes like this. Three sprigs of lavender, two sprigs of thyme, three withered mints leaves, the wings of a lunar moth that have never yet flown, a thorn stained with i's first blood, the claw of a predator, the tooth of it's prey, and a few beams of moonlight shining over the surface while it boils. It must be served scalding."

That was... interesting. But certainly not impossible.

"And you'll feel better once you have it?" the thief said.

"Yes," the supervillain confirmed. "I'll be...just like new."

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It took the greater part of the night to find everything on the supervillain's list, and much of it wasn't very pleasant. Luckily, a walk down the side of the highway found them the claw of a predator they didn't have to grapple with--a poor coyote that had ended up on the wrong side of a car--but they were not quite so lucky when it came to prey. They were just glad they had gloves with them because they would have suffered a lot more serious bites getting that squirrel's tooth if they went barehanded. They felt a little awful scaring the little guy, but all they had to do was think of the supervillain shivering in their prison and they were consoled.

The lunar moth took hours, mostly because they had to find a barely hatching cocoon, not an already flying insect. Luckily, that they were in the right season for that sort of thing.

By the time they had everything they needed, the moon was high in the sky, and the thief had to walk very slowly to get up the mountain slope without misstepping and taking a deadly tumble down. As they passed through the bramble and thorn thickets, they chose one thorn from the very center, most unlikely to have pricked something before, and cut it with the blade of their pocket knife. Then they sunk it into the pad of their finger. They bit their lip not to cry out and then a second time when they pulled it out again. Despite the blanket of darkness draped overhead and tucked in on all sides, they barely picked out the bloodstain from the night.

"I'm back," the thief called to the vacant opening, sucking their sore finger as they laid out the ingredients and started setting up a spot for a fire.

"That wasn't so long."

The supervillain suddenly appearing out of the dark, leaning their shoulder against the bars.

“Ha!” Thief scoffed. “I’ve given up completely on heists that took shorter. You’re lucky we’re…er…friends.”

They wished that last part didn’t sound so much like a question, but at the same time they didn’t want to say it confidently either in the eventuality that wasn’t the case.

“Ah, perhaps I should say, it didn’t take so long as I’m used to.”

“Did you use this potion often?”

“Mmm, no. Only once. But I’ve met people who have.”

“You must have a really strong immune system then. If I had a sickness curing potion, I think I’d use it all the time, even if it does have like…teeth and blood and things in it… Are you sure this is safe?”

“Absolutely.” Their voice dragged a little now, almost like supervillain had to force each letter to make a sound.

The thief threw several leaves onto the baby flame and whipped out their thermos from their pack to begin adding each ingredient to what was left of their water.

A few minutes and a few moonbeams later, and the water had become a bubbling, silver goop giving off its own lunar light.

“It’s done,” the supervillain said, some of their energy returning to them as they reached through the bars. “Give it to me.”

“Are you sure it’s not going to burn y—“

“Give it to me!”

The thief leaped a little in their seat. The supervillain had never risen their voice at them before. Not even when they first met, and they wanted nothing to do with a powerless thing like them.

The thief held out the thermos numbly, only managing a whispered and shaky, “be careful,” before the supervillain took the hot metal in their bare hands and down the simmering ooze in two rapid gulps.

They shrieked, violently throwing the thermos away from themself and denting it on the cavern wall with a sharp, resounding clang.

“Supervillain?” the thief cried, gripping the bars.

The criminal clutched at their chest, clawing at their clothes and skin as if they wanted rip both completely off.

“Did I mess up? How do I fix it? Supervillain talk to me!”

The supervillain dropped to their knees, catching themselves on their hands and leaning their forehead against the cold ground. Sharp growls quickly faded into soft whimpers and then nothing at all.

The thief strained through one of the gaps in the bars, hesitating only a moment before they gently pushed the supervillain’s curtain of hair from their face.

The supervillain’s obsidian eyes went pale.

The thief lurched back, scrambling back on their hands several feet away and staring dumb as the supervillain careened to their feet and stretched out their hands.

Their eyes flashed, actually gave off real light, and the bars disintegrated into white ash. Their power suppressor seemed to decide to follow the bars in their fate, because half a second later, pale flakes were fluttering to the supervillain’s shawled shoulders.

The supervillain stepped past the threshold and took a long deep breath. “Ahh. I swear freedom has a smell.”

They’re eyes flicked to the thief. They grinned, stepping forward.

“I…I…” the thief retreated against the brambles, the barbs tangling in their hair and stabbing bloody pinpricks across the backs of their hands. “Please.”

They didn’t even know what they were saying. They just didn’t…they didn’t want want to die. Was Supervillain going to kill them?

The monster stood directly over them now, those awful eyes, ghostly, cold, and otherworldly, seeming to pierce straight though their soul and into their innermost thoughts. In one fell swoop, their long arms wrapped around them and scooped them up against their chest. A few locks of hair stayed behind with the brambles, but the supervillain didn’t seem to notice their yelp.

“Come, my raven.” They stroked the thief’s cheek with the crook of their finger. “We have a city to greet.”

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I didn’t edit this at all, so I’m sorry if it’s a mess, I will go back later, I’m just ready smash that post button now

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promptspa · 2 years

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Random prompt #51

"Well, aren't you a pretty poison," Villain teased at the vampire currently pinning them against in alley wall, a low growling noise coming from the back of their throat. And then the hungry, predatory look on Hero's face had been replaced with one of amusement, the threatening rumble stopping. The sudden change in nature confused Villain, their brow raising in a silent question. "I'm venomous. Not poisonous," Hero corrected, moving one hand to point at their fangs. "There's a difference, pup." Villain gave an unimpressed glare and straightened their posture, about to squirm out of Hero's grip before the vampire had slammed their slightly clawed hand back to it's original position to keep the villain boxed in their arms. "I'm sorry." The apology was muffled with laughter and Villain scrunched up their nose, turning their head away. "Do that ever again and your biting privileges are gone."

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pinkieglitterheart · 2 years

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Short Prompt

(cw: blood, knife )

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Hero panicked, they frantically looked around the room for a weapon they could use. Grasping at it tightly, they put it Infront of themselves then tried to reason with the other. Maybe if they get him to believe their on his side he'd let them go and they can get back to their teammates.

Villian glared at them. He wasn't giving them a second to think and moved closer in a quick shadow movement Infront of them.

"Please! I gave you want you wanted, don't kill me!" Hero cried out, a tremble in their voice.

He looked at the trembling Hero , villian smiled a little. "Oh I won't be killing you love. You are to important for that~." He said, "I still need you alive."

Hero wasn't sure how to respond but before they could do anything. a deep clawed shadow wrapped around their wrist slipping the knife out and into the hands of villian who chuckled softly. The shadows wrapped around their other hand and tighten around both as the criminal approached them.

"Wait don't-" Hero tried. Then a scream erupted from their throat as the knife was pressed against it. Blood trickling down their neck, they breath heavy then pulled and yanked at the restraints against their arms to try getting out of the shadow claws.

The criminal pressed a finger into their cut. It stung from the touch causing the Hero to flinch away and whimper. They haven't notice the lack of claws around their hands till they were moved to their side and behind them as the Villian ties them together with rope.

He tills their head up so he can look at their eyes, moving his hand to their cheek and smearing the blood over it. Lightly touching it with the tips of his fingers, moving their head to the side studying them.

Hero then put their hands on the Villian's and tried to move the knife away , just only to meet a growl and the blade getting pressed further into their skin cutting deeper. He used his claws to grab their hands stopping any further attempts dead in their trades, pulling them above the Hero's head harshly.

"Ah ah little Hero, I wouldn't do that if I were you~" Villian purred lowly into their ear, making their body involuntarily shiver over.

#writing #writing prompt #villian and hero #villian x hero #pinkie writes #short prompt #writing community #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain community #non-human villian #monster villain #hm tags?#villian #hero #hero x villain #whump #prompt #whump writing #harper writes

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heroes-villains-side-blog · 1 year

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I want to write an action-y heroes and villains fic - no plot yet, just that there's no romance and they're mortal enemies. I just wanna read some cool action, y'know?

So I thought about werewolves vs vampires

What other magical beings could be considered enemies?

Werewolves and werecats? Anything else?

Please and thank you 💖

#heroes and villains #hero x villain #vampire #werewolf #werecat #heroes villains side blog #monster hero #monster villain #monster #tw fighting

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mayhasopinions · 10 months

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i am going to throw myself out of a window

#inhales gloreth and ambrosius are both impressionable having someone they care for who are societelly percieved as monsters/villains #and because of society they've been turned against them against their own moral judgement #and ballister and nimona are more alike than i initially thought :'<#nimona spoilers #nimona #nimona movie #nimona netflix #gloreth #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nd stevenson

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vebokki · 5 months

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shen qingqiu and the mystery of why people fear his cutest disciple

#dw he only turns into an eldritch monster if u get too close to sqq. steer clear and u should be fine 👍#actually id steer clear anyway..if he bites u im not legally responsible #svsss #luo binghe #人渣反派自救系统 #svsss fanart #mxtx #shen qingqiu #scum villains self saving system

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soarrenbluejay · 1 month

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Supervillains for a community. (Well, except those jerks over in Gotham, insular lot, but they’re they’re one problem) Of course they do- supervillains are a group defined by strong opinions and a willingness to see them through, often with a healthy dash of societal failures and trauma as a catalyst.

The fentons, while not active even on the online message boards, are well known and explosive when they do show up, full of fascinating insights and hours long rants on mad science on hair pin turns courtesy of that ADHD attention span. Bit of the cryptids you feel honored to bump into kind of deal. Besides, like a good quarter of the community as it aged, they’d settled down and had kids (not necessarily in that order) and taken it very seriously! Out in the middle of nowhere, where even the most fearsome government outpost members, the local branch of the IRS, quake before them in fear. Out of the way.

Reveal gone okay-ish, Danny moves to Gotham still to get some air bc now things are Akward and he landed that engineering scholarship which is loads better than any other college would give him with his track record. So- the mysterious Fenton children are finally crawling out of hiding! Everyone is psyched! And roll in to Gotham en masse to witness the fireworks!

Except Danny is Determined To Be Normal. He’s had enough of the throwing himself into harms way shit for a lifetime- he wants to be free to peacefully built Rube Goldberg machines and unintentional increasingly complex bombs to his hearts content. JAZZ, on the other hand- the coveted token Normal One, has finally snapped! She’s watched her baby brother she practically raised throw himself into danger over and over and could do nothing, and now that she’s exposed to this whole network of superheroes outside of small town Amnity, some of those uglier emotions are coming out. And boy is she pissed! And can’t afford to show it much while filing the paperwork to have Arkham legally razed to the ground!

See I love this idea of like, niches in superhero society. A villain the heroes know they can plop their kiddo down with for an exciting afternoon brawl while they take care of a particularly grisly case and come back to a few hours later ranting about some new life lesson and a new move they really want to try. A villain who has a functioning moral compass despite their somewhat batshit long term goal and you can contact to fuck with another villains’s plan so they can laugh at them and you can have an easy afternoon. One who pries up hostile architecture and fills in pot holes, idk man. Get creative here, there’s such potential!

So Jazz becomes a Training villain- someone the heroes know their sidekicks will walk away from in a fight 100% of the time, usually with some new lesson to ponder and only a couple of bruises. Sometimes even snacks!

She also absolutely ambushes mentors to check that they’re worth the kiddo, which they appreciate once they get over being jumped in a dark alley by a 7 foot Amazon trained force of nature. They are not used to being on that side of the jumping, it’s a little unnerving.

(Yes, she low key adopts Shazam upon checking in with him on cursory ‘is the main hero of this city and asshole’ checkin. Yes, the super clones get yoinked out from under Superman’s negligent thumb to go have a blast with Ellie. What about it?)

This however only encourages more assorted weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork. It’s not often one of their own forfeits their potential spot for the running of the coveted Most Normal I Swear prize, but when they do it’s bound to be good! But jazz is off hounding various heroes and punching the faces in of pedophiles and shit whenever there’s no cape within easy reach, and so is a mite bit harder to contact than Danny, who has innocently gotten an apprenticeship under a clockworker for access to their workshop and is gleefully going about doing nerdy shit with great abandon.

Plus this is Gotham. No one gives a shit if someone in the Mad Alchemist uniform and still smoking from their latest experiment pokes their head in a window to bother the local shrimp teen- none of the usual social rules apply, everyone’s crazy here! So everyone drops any and all attempts at masking and just acts their genuine unhinged selves, much to the alarm of the Bats and frustration of Danny.

Bc he cannot get these mfers to go. Away. Even liberal use of the creep stick has little effect when the interloper is calibrated for an opponent with super speed or laser vision or whatever, and he’s trying to maintain his guise as a Normal College Student Do No Investigate.

So he calls in the big guns. He’s not super active in the supervillain kids group chat ever since things in amnity calmed the fuck down post becoming King and then immediately using a loophole that says he will not take the throne until he is grown, as defined by finishing learning his trade a la the medieval standards Pariah set up. So he can just take his sweet ass time with his graduate degree and out of inter dimensional bull shit that much longer! Point is, he hasn’t taken the chance to rant over there in a while, so his Crazy friends are getting a lil worried.

The change to come over and shout at their batshit crazy but (mostly) well meaning parent AND see Danny? Score!

The bats, however, are getting awfully suspicious about this one kid that villains from all over the country are flocking to, especially young and upcoming ones as of recently! And he’s acting his engineering course- all the worst rogues are known to have flown through their PhD studies prior to Cracking. They seem to have a real problem on their hands with this Fenton guy.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #mad science #supervillain community #bonus points if you can pull out some super niche comic villain #justice for kite man #local child of a crazy chemist: so you know that trick you showed me with the soda and the reaction that could turn into just like all foam #Danny: yeah and also back the fuck up #lcoacc: so it’s been like my comfort food right but like I started wondering what you could do #danny: oh no (he says while making what amounts of an overachieving smoke bomb)#lcoacc: so I was like what if I add more of a base to it so it could be solid and then maybe just like a LIL acid to see what happens #Danny: oh ancients #lcoacc: but then the killjoy supes came in a ruined everything from where I was ruining lex Luther’s day #Danny:… did you get in on camera #lcoacc: OF COURSE. oh also like everyone ever if coming over for a sleepover lol #Danny: WHAT I CANT FEED YOU MONSTERS #lcoacc: no worrries we’ll rob a bulk store or something lol #Danny: nO

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piosplayhouse · 4 months

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Monster obsessed elf mage Shen Qingqiu has managed to find himself an ogre (??????) househusband who just so happens to know everything about cooking monsters in the dungeons ☺️ (scum villain dungeon meshi au!)

#for reference binghe is not an ogre actually (or maybe hes half if you want him to be ) but some kind of dungeon monster #i was kind of thinking manticore while drawing him but then i rembered manticores dont look like that #maybe dragon perhaps. whatever the public decides sxy was up for bangin #svsss #scumbag self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #sqq #bingqiu #luo binghe #lbh #my art #sv dungeon meshi au

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lomlompurim · 5 months

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respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made

And a little extra of my own

little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!

#scum villain's self saving system #svsss #sillies #bingqiu #人渣反派自救系统 #svsss fanart #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #tianlang jun #I like to think little bunhe asked his father to let him write letters to his misterious future husband #to get to know him more before their wedding #and tlj hopeless romantic that he is of course says yes #zzl! go for a reliable mailman of the court!#so one day sqq still is on the way to become peak lord and start recieving letters apparently from tlj's child???#so weird but eeh its okay its a way to check on how the protagonist is doing!#so he displays his full autistic caring mother rizz on those letters #and binghe swoons everytime he reads his poetry #and his tales about monsters and artifacts and some weird stories sqq makes up for him #(he is telling him about anime)#idiots in love #binghe thinks they are courting from distance #sy thinks he has a very adorable pen pal #sxy is in the corner probably keeping an eye on everthing to be sure her son is safe #tlj is living this arranged marriage like a telenovela

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lesbianwriter · 2 years

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I had a school orientation and it was the worst. So in honor of my impending doom I decided the setting would be a school.

“Hey, Hero~” Villain cooed, sitting onto Hero’s desk and kicking her legs. “Do you wanna go to the mall with me after school?”

“Can’t. Homework.” Hero managed through gritted teeth. Her classmate’s stares burned into her face, and she hid behind her hair. She scooped up her stray pencils and kept her eyes down.

Ever since Villain had found out that they were in the same school—and nearly all the same classes—she had made it her mission to make Hero’s school days a living hell. Everybody thought that she was being kind by talking to the lonely loser that sat alone during lunch, but she was taunting. Mocking. Dangling her evilness in front of Hero’s face when she couldn’t do anything to grab at it.

There was a rapacious curve to her smile. Something predatory and lupine. She tossed a lock of dark hair behind her shoulder and looked at her enemy through her lashes with a pout. “C’mon. Live a little, Hero. I promise that it will be so much fun!”

“I’m fine. I also don’t have money to spare.” Hero unzipped her backpack for an excuse to bend her head down, allowing her hair to curtain her flushed face.

Villain bent down, too. “I’ll take the mayor hostage again.” Her voice was a sinister whisper, but she spoke with a delighted smile. A smile as if she were making plans with a friend instead of an enemy. As if they were anything more than a hero and a villain, galaxies apart.

Hero looked up into her enemy’s eyes.

They were diamonds; grayish and scintillating. It was unnatural how crystalline her eyes were, as if she were something inhuman—something else entirely because it was illogical to have eyes that beautiful. The finest, most skilled jeweler wouldn’t be able to replicate her eyes.

Staring at them made Hero mad.

“Fine.” Her tone was steeped in venom and everything bitter.

“See you after school.” Villain winked, hopping off the desk right as the bell rang. “I’ll drive. Toodles~”

—

Hero crept out the building, her head low, her backpack sagging on her back, and in the center of a bustling crowd. Nobody could notice her here. Maybe she could escape from Villain and warn the mayor before Villain got her hands on him…

“Hero!” Villain cut through the crowd with startling efficiency, looping her arm around Hero’s neck and all but dragging her to a sleek convertible. She unlock the car and plopped Hero in the driver side seat.

Simply, Hero was a doll. A toy to place wherever and take whenever. This entire trip to the mall was probably a dress-up game. In theory, she could refuse, but this was Villain. The bubbly, yet evil—possibly inhuman, diva; she wouldn’t take her claws out so easily.

“Oh, we’ll have so much fun!” Villain locked the car doors.

That’s when Hero saw fangs that most certainly weren’t there before…

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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Eyeteeth Part 3

Just pure self-indulgent fluff. I know I have requests to get to but for some reason, this is what's eating at my mind right now. (Also since parts one and two were asks this title has only ever shown up in my master list, but this is my civilian mentor x monster villain story)

Part One, Part Two

"...and now historians believe that magery might not be genetic at all. It's probably more of a rare mutation, well rarer now, they were all over the place back in the 1500s. I suppose it makes sense; I've met Hero's family, and no one else has a hint of powers, and they haven't found any mention of it in their family history. Though I do have a theory that mage genes remain dormant until something triggers them. But I would need a large study pool to even prove such a thing, even proposing the idea would be an ordeal, and I just don't have the time, what with Hero and the library and all that."

Villain hummed in acknowledgment, letting Civilian smoothly switch tracks to another train of thought. They loved listening to Civilian talk. Even if they couldn't make head or tails of most of it, the way Civilian's eyes lit up and the animated wave of their hands in the air... They let out a quiet, happy sigh and settled in deeper for the next educational lecture, this one about varying otherworldly instincts apparently.

Perhaps Civilian only liked them because they were a monster. Maybe any fiamora could have caught their eye. The thought plagued them in quiet moments and late at night, but in the end, Villain supposed they didn't care. All that mattered was Civilian was theirs. If another fiamora ever showed up and challenged them for Civilian's affection, Villain felt confident in their ability to tear them apart. Though there wasn't much likelihood of that happening, Villain had chosen this city because of its fiamoraless status. Unless someone wanted to try edging into their territory--

Oh, Civilian was staring at them. Had they asked a question? Hopefully, they didn't think Villain hadn't been paying attention. Their brilliant human got embarrassed when they thought they were being boring.

"What?" Villain said cautiously.

Civilian tilted their head to one side and then the other. "Did you do something to your hair?"

Villain touched the ends of their hair self-consciously, tamed for the first time, and slightly crunchy with product. They'd hoped Civilian would notice right away, but they'd been ready with a bookish rant as soon as they reached Villain's door, and Villain couldn't be annoyed at them for that.

"Mousse."

"What?" Civilian blinked, clearly not expecting that answer.

"I moussed it."

"Wooow." Civilian pushed their book to the side--because of course Civilian brought books on their dates--and leaned across the kitchen table to fondle the thick locks. As soon as their hand was in their hair, they seemed to realize what they were doing and blushed furiously.

Villain plopped their face in their hand before it could fully pull away. "I know, I actually really like it. I think it brings out my curls. What do you think?"

"I'm a fan," Civilian said, shrugging helplessly. Their thumb made awkward work of caressing Villain's cheek. "I like your other hair too though."

"Because it's wild and untamed?" Villain purred, nipping playfully at the tip of Civilian's thumb.

Too much. Civilian retreated completely, melting into a bright pink puddle over the pages of their book. Perhaps if Villain was kinder they would have asked for their pardon, but their greed was as innate as their predatory instincts. They adored Civilian's flushed face.

"And your fangs?" Civilian mumbled, flipping a page as idly as they could. Did they really think they were being discreet? "Did you mousse those away too?"

"Ah, you just noticed that too?"

Civilian's shoulders hunched. "Sorry."

Villain would comfort that. They dragged one claw very gently along the line of Civilian's jaw. "You were excited about your book, and I was happy to hear about it. I knew you'd notice eventually."

Civilian nodded.

"I called in a little favor from the kid," Villain continued.

"Favor?" Civilian raised a suspicious eyebrow. Still always so tense when it came to that little rug rat. They acted like Villain wanted to eat them alive, but that had been moved off the table long ago.

"Ok. It was more of a deal. Poof away the fangs for a couple hours, and I don't do anything nefarious over prom night. Now we can finally go out to eat. Also, you can finally see what human me would look like."

They tucked one hand under their chin, careful to avoid the invisible points of their fangs, and turned their head showily to the side.

"You know I love your eyeteeth."

"I know," Villain said. "It's actually a little weird how much you like them."

"Shut up," Civilian said, but they were grinning.

Villain stood up from the table and held their clawed fingers out to Civilian, happy when the human didn't hesitate this time before taking them.

"Should we get going?"

Civilian tucked their book under their arm and squeezed their hand in confirmation.

"How do you feel about burgers? I've always wanted to go to a diner."

"Perfect," Civilian said. "Can we stop by my place on the way? I forgot that I got this new edition on fiamora, and I really wanted to fact-check a few chapters with you."

"I thought you still didn't want me to know where you live."

Several boundaries had been established when Civilian agreed to give this courting thing a shot, one of them being the complete privacy of both they and Hero's homelives.

"Well...it's been a couple months...I think it's about time I extended some trust. And it's not like you probably don't know already; I stopped using different routes a couple weeks ago."

"You're not wrong," Villain admitted sheepishly. They'd tried not to figure it out, they really had, but blinding themself from premonitions wasn't something they could do. Apparently. Never in their life had they thought about keeping these abilities and instincts under control. Never had they thought they'd have something they wanted so badly to protect.

But here they were. This amazing, accepting human with more daring than their delicate body could safely manage paired up with this terrible something that their self-preservation instincts never should have allowed anywhere near them.

"Where are your eyeteeth?" Civilian asked, squinting up at their face.

"Here and here," Villain said, touching the pad of their finger very, very lightly to each point. Even when they appeared to be touching air, it was obvious that one tooth sat drastically higher than the other. At least it was growing in at all. "Why? Are you planning our first kiss? Should I be preparing myself?"

"Shut up."

That wasn't a no.

***

Civilian wiped their fingers thoroughly on exactly three napkins before daring to flip the next page of their book. As interesting as this was getting, the last thing they wanted was salt and grease stains on the paper. How could they call themselves an example to the kids if they didn't treat the books right themselves? Though, maybe the most responsible action would have been not to bring an expensive book to a diner in the first place.

Whatever. They could scold themself at a later time.

"'Though often reported as solitary creatures, fiamora are actually known to be quite affectionate and forward with prospective mates.' True or false?"

Though they worded it as flirtatiously as possible, they couldn't help the blush that washed their face, nor the genuine curiosity tailing the ends of their words.

"You bet we are," Villain purred, lacing their fingers with Civilian's across the table and leaning in on their elbows like a cat ready to pounce. Their tail flicked at the ball of Civilian's ankle, but Civilian refused to give them the satisfaction of a shiver.

"'This is often displayed through actions such as curling their tails together, licking each other's fur, and fang nuzzling--a movement that consists of gently gliding the flats of their eyeteeth over the other's face.' True or false?"

"True? I've never had a mate before." Even they looked a little embarrassed now. Maybe Civilian should back off; they always let their curiosity push things too far. If someone asked them their mating habits, they wouldn't even be able to speak for the humiliation.

"Sorry, you don't have to--"

"I do always want to wrap my tail around you," Villain said, "but the hair licking thing seems weird. I'd rather kiss like in the movies."

"Fascinating," Civilian said before they could stop themself. "Social conditioning overpowering instinct. Because of integration, modern-day fiamora may be completely different than the ancients. I wonder if anyone's written a paper on that..."

Villain interrupted their thoughts by waving a fry in front of their face, holding it up to their mouth so they wouldn't have to wipe their hands again before touching the book.

Civilian accepted it gladly, but they moved on to the next paragraph quick to avoid making the simple act embarrassing.

"However, despite the depth of fiamora affection it is most common for pairs to separate after..."

A sudden thought struck Civilian like a well-aimed cannonball, knocking nearly all the air from their lungs. "You're going to leave me. True or false?"

"What are you talking about?" Villain said, bottle-green eyes widening.

The words spilled out rapid and panicked, barely thought before bursting into voice. "If fiamora are affectionate mates but still solitary creatures, that means they choose to leave each other. Is there a certain point in our relationship that I should be expecting it to end at? Because humans don't do that, Villain. We stay together. And if this is just a--" They checked the book. "--a year long commitment for you, I need to know."

They hated how clingy they sounded. Especially when they were the one always holding back and showing less than they felt. For as cool as they wanted to act, Villain should have no doubt by now at how tightly they had Civilian wrapped around their clawed little finger.

Villain scooted to the edge of their booth seat, tail wrapping firmly around their ankle now, and took both of Civilian's hands in their own, Their brilliant eyes looked directly into Civilian's spectacled ones.

"I'm staying right here."

Civilian's breath shuddered. "Are you sure?"

Villain must have known by now that Civilian worked better in terms of research than promises, because instead of treating them with another solid 'yes', they said, "You might know more about my species than I do, but as far as I know, mates don't have to separate. It's usually a territory thing. We're not the biggest sharers, and we get competitive. In the end, the best solution is usually to live apart in our own spaces. But fiamora are growly and mean, and you're soft and cute; I don't foresee any problems."

"Territory," Civilian mused. Interesting. Civilian had never heard anything about territorial rites being the crux for fiamora solitude. It just spoke for how much research was being made through observation instead of direct contact. "Is there a specific square-foot range?"

"You're over it that fast?" Villain complained, tailing uncurling in an instant and lashing the floor.

"Oh, no!" Civilian said, snapping their attention back on Villain. "It's just that I believe you. So there's no reason to stay upset. Thank you."

They wished they could work up the courage for a real kiss--that would definitely assure them--but even if it weren't for the invisible fangs, they couldn't get over the nerves that they were going to royally screw it up. They pecked Villain between the eyes instead.

Villain grinned. It was enough.

"You were really worried though, right?"

Civilian nodded.

"You really, really like me."

Civilian thought about that, surprised by the depth of its truth. "I suppose I really do."

They smiled bashfully, squeezing Villain's hand tighter and losing themself in the otherwordly depths of their gaze.

"It's so gross when grown-ups get romantic. Especially you guys."

Civilian abandoned Villain's hands in a flash, jolting back against the booth with a short gasp. The teenager standing at the head of their table only continued to stare dryly.

"Hero?"

"Uuugh, why are you here?" Villain said.

"Excuuuuse me," Hero said, rolling their eyes. "I've had a hard night defending my city with my wizard powers, so if I want a delicious shake and burger to take off the edge, I will do so."

"Mage," Civilian coughed. "Wizards aren't real."

"Whatever." They stole a fry from their basket and slid into the booth beside Civilian. "So. Who's buying?"

"Don't you have parents?" Villain griped.

"You really think I get up to all I do, the late-night fights, and the foiling, and greater good junk, while having attentive parents?"

"Aw, is that your tragic backstory?" Villain's voice dripped with fake sympathy. "Bad parents?"

Hero blinked. "What? No. They're not bad. There are just, like, 8 of us. And I'm one of the least problematic, so if I say I'm going to the arcade, they don't bother checking up."

Civiian looked around at the diner, filled to the brim with families and joking high schoolers.

"Villain has a point," they said, even though it definitely wasn't what the fiamora had been getting at. "What are people going to think if you're seen hanging out with a pair of adults outside of school?"

"I'll say it's library club."

"Library club with a date?" Civilian said nodding meaningfully at Villain.

"Oh shut up and buy me a burger."

Villain raised out of their seat a little. "You mind your manners. The only reason you stand a half-baked chance out there is because of Civilian. Show some respect for all the time they spend helping your pathetic, ungrateful butt."

Hero wilted a little. "Sorry, Civilian. May I please have a burger?"

Civilian looked at Villain, and the fiamora sighed. "Fine. I'll buy you a burger."

"Thanks!" Hero beamed, all traces of humility gone. They didn't hesitate to steal Villain's seat as soon as they moved to the counter, as well as a handful of fries.

"So," Hero kicked back their feet and waved a fry between Villain and Civilian, "how's it going?"

Civilian glanced toward the counter at Villain's back and cleared their throat. "It's good."

"Just good?" Hero said.

"You really think I'm going to go into detail with you? We may be close, but you're still a student. It's good. That’s it."

"It's delicious," Villain purred, sliding in beside Civilian and grabbing their face in their hands. The points of their claws dug into their cheeks, careful enough not to break skin, and they dragged Civilian in close enough to lick the hair over their ear. As soon as they'd done it, they froze.

"Huh," Civilian said.

Villain blinked. "What do you know."

Hero popped another fry in their mouth. "Ew."

Villain glowered, dropping Civilian's face but hugging to their arm. "You were supposed to leave."

"I'm in high school. I see worse PDA every day in front of my locker."

“Little brat,” Villain muttered.

“Enemy dearest,” Hero countered.

Luckily, the server bringing out Hero’s burger paused the nemeses in their verbal dueling long enough to break the tension.

“And that shake?” Hero said, looking hopefully at Civilian.

“You little—“ Villain started.

“We’ll see.”

Hero’s sly smile turned down in disappointment, but they didn’t argue any further, taking a large bite out of their burger.

“There is something I wanted to talk to you about though,” Hero mumbled around their mouthful. “I was out tonight, doing my thing, when I got this really weird feeling.”

“Weird?” Civilian said. Surely they’d taught Hero to be more descriptive than that.

“Yeah, like, whenever I used my powers, the air got super heavy, like it was pressing down on me. And then that bracelet you gave me a while ago got all itchy? And I know you said not take it off when it does that, but it was reeeeally itchy, like, I wanted to rub my skin off itchy, so—“

“Wait.” Civilian leapt to their feet. “You took it off?”

Hero shrank. “Um, yes?”

Villain’s fingers fit gently in the crook of their arm. “Darling? What’s wrong?”

Civilian’s heart was pounding too hard and their fears unraveling too fast to respond.

“Do you have it with you? Can you put it back on?”

“Yeah, it’s just in my pocket.” Hero stretched out their long legs and dug into their jeans, fumbling out the rune embroidered leather band in a half-twisted crumple.

That was when the whole diner exploded.

Part Four

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Am I bad at writing endings? Yes I am. Do I use cliffhangers simply so I can make parts end? Yes I do.

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Random prompt #73 TW: implied genetic modification

Supervillain smiled softly, adjusting their bangs with a delicate hand as they watched the group of heroes in front of them. They seemed unbothered, relaxed despite the sudden break-in of their base. One of the newer heroes laughed behind their boss, shaking their head. "Wait- You're Supervillain? You don't look like the terrifying, merciless villain we were told about. Are you sure we aren't just crashing some civilian's tea party, Superhero?" The master criminal frowned, pouting slightly as they leaned to their side slightly. True, Supervillain wasn't exactly intimidating in physical appearance, especially not how the media painted them. They weren't the monstrous beast they were rumored as -but they did create such creatures. "How rude of you," Supervillain hummed, moving into a dramatic pose and draping themself elegantly over a nearby chair before whistling a tune. "But I suppose it's fair. You are mistaking me for my underlings, after all." Before Superhero could question their words, one of the nearby doors opened and in walked three towering beings that looked too much monster to be human and too much human to be monster. Their jaws opened to reveal sharpened teeth, guttural growls reverberating through their chests as they moved to stand near Supervillain. "Perhaps these three are more suitable for the fight you wanted to pick?" Supervillain smirked, tilting their head to the side smugly at the heroes change of expressions. "They aren't as fond of houseguests as I am, especially during tea time."

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the-modern-typewriter · 5 months

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Hi! Would you be able to do a hero x villain scene with a villain that's used to trapping their opponents socially but the hero would rather just ignore that and punch them in the face, and the villain is kind of in love and kind of murderous?

The villain staggered back at the force of the punch with a groan of pain. They cupped a hand to their bloody nose.

The villain's various soldiers and lackeys immediately moved to restrain the hero.

"No." The villain held out their other hand. "No."

The lackeys froze, uncertain.

The hero, well-prepared for the possibility of fight, paused too. They shook out their fist, shoulders squared.

"Nice left hook," the villain said, straightening slowly. When they dropped their hand, the break had already healed, leaving only the blood.

"Fuck you."

"Yes, that might help your anger issues."

The hero scoffed. "I don't have anger issues, I just don't like being backed into a corner. I told you what would happen."

"Mm. That you did." The villain's head tilted. "Bold move."

"Clear communication. Do I need to do it some more?"

The villain grinned, letting their blood drip grotesque and feral across their teeth. They took a swaggering step forward, even as they neatly adjusted their outfit and rumpled hair back to the veneer of polite society. It didn't reach their eyes. Their eyes had that wild quality too, burning bright and fierce with something that the hero couldn't quite read.

"People generally prefer me when I keep things civil," the villain said. "It's neater. Safer for everyone involved."

"You mean, people normally cave because they're scared of you?"

"And you're not."

"If there's going to blood, let there be blood. I won't be bullied. Certainly not by the likes of you."

The villain laughed, a soft and rumbling danger. They swiped their tongue across their teeth, cleaning the blood away, and closed the distance with another step.

Apparently, they hadn't learned the dangers of getting too close.

The hero swung.

That time, the villain dodged, driving their knee deep into the hero's gut.

The hero doubled over, wheezing.

The villain caught a fistful of their hair, using the grip to smash the hero's face in one startlingly deft movement, before tipping the hero's head back before the blood splattered across the floor.

The whole room had gone quiet; focused in on the two of them. Someone had cut the music.

The villain grinned again. "So pretty."

The hero spat blood at them, but the villain didn't seem to mind. In the next instant, the hero had wrenched themselves free with an expert move.

The two of them circled.

The villain did not have a reputation for violence, or at least not for getting their hands dirty. They were a sleek monster, crafted of fine clothes and the clink of glasses and clever words in the shadowy backrooms that ruled the world.

"You're right," the villain said. "I do prefer less...crude games, than this. We're a civilized species. We should know better. Do not mistake my distaste for incapability, though."

The hero snarled. "Silvered words doesn't make what you do less ugly."

"A moral high ground doesn't make you less of a brute, gorgeous."

"I'm not a brute, you condescending-"

"-temper, temper." The villain's voice was a purr. "Have I struck a nerve?"

The hero lunged.

The villain dodged.

They circled again, more evenly matched than the hero had expected. They'd thought a hard hit, the possibility of real danger, would reveal the villain's sniveling heart. The cowardice at the core of so many powerful, evil people.

"You owe me an apology," the villain said. "I was having a perfectly lovely time. If you give me one now, like a good little hero, this doesn't have to get...unpleasant."

"Your face is unpleasant. Everything about you and what you do is unpleasant. I'd rather not lie."

The villain's eyes flashed, a mix of rage and desire. Then, their power lashed out. The windows shattered. People screamed. People fell.

The hero stared around the room, horrified.

"Far be it from me to deny a guest," the villain said, drawing their power back to themselves. "Let there be blood."

The fight escalated from there.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing #short story #ficlet #enemies #I'm personally picturing Elijah Mikaelson my beloved gentleman monster

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