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lesbianwriter · 27 days

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I read this super cool snippet where the reason why a group of pirates survived a siren attack is because they sang back to them. So imagine a villain x civilian scenario where civilian unintentionally saves a group of pirates because her singing voice is just as wonderful as a siren. She is sold to wealthy pirates who use her gift to traverse deadly waters, until one voyage where her voice isnt enough to save one or multiple crew members. They throw her overboard as some sort of sacrifice, only for her to be saved the powerful siren (villain) because she gained her respect.

I know you already wrote siren song so maybe change it up a bit if you want. I really want to see what you do with this idea

Thank you for this ask :), your ideas are so creative and I enjoyed writing this so hopefully I put it to justice lol

Sweat dripped down the side of Civilian’s face. She knew what was waiting for her, and she felt too sick to face it—but she didn’t have a choice.

Captain shoved her onto deck, her knees smacking down to the ground and her palms landing against the splintery wood. She bit back a whimper of pain because the last thing she needed now was more humiliation. Captain then dragged the chain on her wrist and yanked her back up to her feet with a snarl. “Get up!”

The sun beamed down on the crowd of angry, snarling faces already around her. Her voice had saved her many times, from sirens, and had doomed her just as many times, being the reason she was sold to pirates…the problem was that she didn’t know which one this would be. Could she charm her way out of this with honeyed words or would the honey become sticky in her mouth and make her sound like a fool? But her mouth opened and the words spilled out before she could think.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen…I…I—I don’t know what went wrong, but I wasn’t trying to—to sabotage you all or anything—“ Civilian rambled, trying to reason with the scowling faces.

“Our best navigator was drowned by a siren while you were supposed to be saving him, and because of you we are now in the dead center of siren territory!” Captain roared, enunciating his words with a strong shove to her back, making her stumble forward and almost fall again. “We spent a lot of money on you!”

Civilian fumbled for words. “I’m sorry, I don’t know—“ Sometimes words came easy, laced with sweetness, and other times words came shaky and jagged.

Today was not a good day for words.

She looked up at Captain with eyes large as saucers. “I’ll do better.” She swore. “Please, sir…I’ve never failed before, and it won’t happen again.” Maybe she could appeal to the rare but sometimes visible side of him that did like her, that didn’t want to throw her over the side of the ship for siren food.

“It’s too late for that.” As he grasped her shoulder, the rest of the pirates jeered and cheered.

“Wait, wait—please!” The chains tightened around her wrists as she dragged her feet, the waves of blue getting steadily closer. “We’re in the middle of siren territory! How will you make it back to shore without me to protect you?!”

“You’ve already proven to be defective!” A crew member with an eyepatch argued, and the captain nodded in agreement.

“We can distract ‘em long enough with you to sail away!” Another added.

A sinking feeling rose in Civilian’s stomach.

Which she supposed was appropriate because before she could blink, she was suddenly falling, and she didn’t have time to take a breath before she hit the water with a splash and began to sink, the sound of jeering and the sight of Captain slowly fading and becoming distant ripples as her body got heavier…and heavier…and heavier.

…

Her lungs burned.

A fire roared in her throat. She wanted to scream and gasp for air…

She felt so heavy yet so weightless. She itched to swim, to survive, but her body wasn’t moving. The chain around her wrist rippled in the water. She watched it sway, the bubbles rising around it, and as she stared at it, part of her seemed to accept drowning while the other part—her lungs, her throat—screamed to stay alive…

Then, she felt an arm around her waist.

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Civilian gasped and coughed as she hit the sand. Something hit her in the stomach, and a spurt of water spilled from her mouth and burned her throat.

She rolled onto her other side, feeling the sand in her fingers and realizing…I’m not dead. Sucking in each breath as if it were her last—and she nearly had taken her last breath—she tried to think about what had happened, but her brain was all muddled, as if all the sand in her ears had made its way to her brain. She tried instead to check her senses. Civilian could feel the sand and the sun beaming down on her back. She was so soaked that she could’ve laid on the sand for hours in the heat and her clothes wouldn’t dry. And she could smell…fish. She could hear someone’s breathing next to her.

Panting, she turned and saw a siren staring at her, her sharp green eyes trained on the human.

“Why couldn’t you save yourself?”

“W—what?” Civilian coughed again. The siren crawled closer, smacking her in the stomach again. “What are you doing?” She wheezed.

“Doesn’t it help get the water out?”

“It’s…no, It’s not helpful.” Civilian had never been this close to a siren before, and her eyes widened as her eyes met the creature’s. Suddenly, she shrieked and scrabbled back as it hit her: that was a siren. Even more, she recognized that siren.

It was the same one that had drowned the navigator.

The siren smiled, her sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight. “Don’t be scared,” if her smile was meant to be reassuring, all it did was make Civilian’s breath come quicker. “I’m Villain. I’ve heard about you—the human that lulls sirens with her voice.”

“I remember you. You—you killed the navigator.” She remembered those eyes, those emerald eyes and that smirk as she cradled the navigator in her arms and dragged the poor fool under the water.

After the navigator had been drowned, Captain wasn’t immediately mad…annoyed, yes, very much so, but he hadn’t thrown her in chains yet. Though, what tipped him over the edge was when the ship ended up in the dangerous siren territory that even the most ruthless captains avoided. That was when he started to scream. That was when he threw her into the cells and started shoving, kicking and dragging. It was as if he forgot the times when he had tolerated her, maybe even liked her, as more than a prisoner he had bought and instead he cursed her instead as a faulty talisman, a scam, and agreed with the demand of the crew to sacrifice her.

Civilian hadn’t particularly wanted to be with Captain, not as a friend nor a lover, but aligning herself in his good graces had afforded a scant amount of security.

Whenever she had one of her good days where the her voice was laced charms and sweetness, she used it on Captain to try and earn favor.

And this siren had crushed all of that.

How come she hadn’t been able to subdue this siren with her voice? It had worked on every siren before, even if she had to strain her voice or sing louder for some than others, but the fact she never failed is what had made her price so steep when Captain had bought her for protection. What was different about this green-eyed siren?

She cleared her throat, swallowing back a wince at the burning feeling still raging in her throat. “What do you want?”

The siren stopped smiling, peering at Civilian and peeling a piece of seaweed off the human’s shoulder. “I respect you, and you deserve better than being a prisoner in that pirate ship. Don’t you think that too? Or were you having fun wooing the captain?”

Civilian’s face flushed, and she suddenly sat up, spurting more water. “How do you know that?”

“I was watching.” The siren laughed softly, a gentle laugh. “You can’t trust captains, human.”

“And I can trust you?”

“For now.” The siren responded, her head tilted. “I’m Villain. Your name?” Her eyes were piercing. Haunting. Beautiful.

Sirens were deceptive creatures. Gorgeous—so beautiful that illustrations and paintings never seemed to capture their true radiance, no artist able to immortalize the supernatural aura about them—but rotten on the inside and thrice as cunning as any monarch.

Looking away, she cleared her throat quickly. “Civilian. What…what is it that you want from me? You saved me from the pirates, for what? What’s your goal, Villain?” She tried to exhume more confidence than she had. Her voice had failed her enough today, she had to pull herself together and remember her gift.

“I wanted better for you. I respect you, Civilian…you have a special power that I’ve never seen in another human.” Villain replied, her hand brushing Civilian’s cheek softly. “I want to know more about you. Maybe we could even work together…get revenge on your captain, maybe? They bought you and held you as a prisoner, mistreated you when you weren’t perfect, through your overboard for a mistake…”

Civilian panted heavily.

Did she want revenge?

When she thought about it, no, she really didn’t—she didn’t know what she wanted since her entire life since she accidentally saved that one shop years ago was about others, not her. But she didn’t have anywhere to go. No money, no prospects.

Maybe she would work with Villain.

#SORRY I HAVE BEEN GONE FOREVER #civilian x villain #wlw #writing snippet #mermaid x human #thank you anon <3

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lesbianwriter · 3 months

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hi! could i request a villain who’s wanted for a high reward x a bounty hunter vigilante? love your writing <3

Thank you anon, :)! This one is pretty long because I was really inspired while writing

Vigilante was known for not having loose ends.

As a bounty hunter, she was loyal to nobody other than herself and whatever enabled her to achieve whatever she wanted at the present moment. That meant she captured bounties for heroes and villains alike with little afterthought about the consequences of her actions, but if there was one person that Vigilante had second thoughts about hunting down, it was the infamous Villain herself.

It was a dicey gamble to tick her off--the woman was a bomb, the fuse always a spark away from igniting--and Vigilante had enough of a brain to know that it was a wildly, awfully stupid idea.

But not enough of a brain to refuse.

"Are you sure you want to?" Hero raised a brow, her arms crossed. "I mean, I'm scared of her. That's why I'm hiring you to handle it." The alleyway reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, a light breeze wafting the putrid scent through their secret meeting spot. Hero's nose crinkled, but Vigilante was used to the smell by now.

"I can handle it." Vigilante nodded, kicking a pebble with the toe of her boot. Could she? Probably not...but there was that scant window of opportunity that she might be able to, and then she'd be swimming in enough money to never work again. "Why do you want her dead, by the way? I mean, I know she's your nemesis and all that, but don't heroes usually arrest their enemies rather than secretly hiring someone to kill them?"

Heroes didn't hire her as much as villains, so it was always strangely intriguing to hear why a hero would stoop so low.

"I just...I need her gone, and I can't beat her."

--

To the bounty hunter's pleasant surprise, it only took a week of following Villain's henchmen around to locate the base.

It was oddly promising; she started to think that maybe she could pull this thing off, if she continued to be careful and quiet. Or she was stupid and would have what remained of he shipped to the heroes in a cardboard box, if that. However, the reward outweighed the risk. She reminded herself that if she could pull this off, she could quit this life for good and run off to live the rest of her life doing whatever she wanted--she could find somewhere to settle down, somewhere where the pipes didn't leak through the walls and where she could listen to music as loud as she desired because there would be no crotchety neighbors on the other side of the thin walls. There would be no loose ends behind her.

So, she ignored the thought of Villain's wrath and pressed on.

Sneaking in was trickier, but after observing the routine from afar for a month concealed in the shadows of a neighboring building, she memorized the patterns and snuck in through a truck that was delivering stacks of unmarked boxes. Then, at last, she was inside.

Now, to find Villain.

No pressure.

The bounty hunter pressed on through the hallways on her tiptoes. She could see her reflection in the wooden floor, and the whitewashed walls seemed to stretch on endlessly, a labyrinth of unnerving, hair-raising perfection. Then, her ears pricked at the faint sound of crying, and turned towards the strange sound, following it and opening the door to a kitchen.

Vigilante turned her head, dodging a knife that grazed her ear and lodged in the wall.

"Who are you?" Villain demanded, already quick to reach for another large, sharp knife.

"I work here!" Vigilante lied, her eyes widening as she stared at the knife sticking in the wall. She touched a hand to her ear, feeling the familiar sensation of something warm, red and sticky on her fingers. Turning back to Villain, she made eye contact.

Villain was surprisingly pretty, in a sort of horrifying way.

Her lips were shaped into a perpetual pout, her eyes striking and devouring, and her eyebrows arched. Her undereye was stained with dripping eyeliner and mascara. It reminded Vigilante of a vampire; beautiful, so gorgeous, in a dangerous and haunting way. Villain would be the kind of vampire that people would want to be bitten by.

Except Villain was human, and Vigilante's concerns were far more than those of merely being bitten.

"Don't lie. I know every one of my employees, and you are not one of them." Villain seethed as she hopped down from the counter back to her feet, her shoulders tense and knuckles white as she tightened her grip on the hilt.

Vigilante recalled her original task but felt herself pause as she realized that the crying had come from the infamous Villain herself.

"Wait, wait, look--"

She didn't finish her sentence. With the agility and speed of a cobra, Villain lunged at her, so Vigilante quickly veered to the side, her back slamming into the kitchen counter. Scowling, Villain reeled back around and pinned the bounty hunter against the marble countertop, holding the knife above her head, bringing the knife down to her head.

Vigilante barely dodged in time, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she turned her head to see her own eyes staring back at her in the metal of the blade. The scariest thing was the complete and utter lack of hesitation from Villain.

"Stay still, it'll be quicker." The villain furrowed her brows and made a scowling face at Vigilante as she ripped the knife out from the crater it had just marred the countertop with and pressed her arm against Vigilante's neck to prevent her from squirming again.

"Hero sent me!"

"...Hero sent you here?"

"Yes. She forced me...she said that if I didn't then she would throw me in prison." A lie. A horrible lie.

Villain raised a brow. "You are a horrible liar. Tell me the truth." Methodically, she leaned closer, her lips hovering over the other woman's, their breaths mingling, forcing the harsh edge of the counter deeper into Vigilante's back and pressing the knife to Vigilante's neck just forceful enough to draw a shiny bead of blood, but not to kill. Yet.

Yet was the only thing that mattered currently.

"Hero put a bounty on your head and also specifically requested me to do it. The money was too tempting to resist. I figured it was worth a shot, and I honestly made it way farther than I expected. Also, you have really striking eyes--they scare me, but they're a beautiful color..." Vigilante breathed harder and babbled senselessly.

She had crossed villains and heroes alike without a care for the consequences, but this was Villain, and she was nose-to-nose with a woman that was known to rip her enemies to shreds.

It had been stupid to think she had a shot at it, but she made it this far, so it had to count for something.

"I see..." Villain muttered.

"So, uh, why is Hero putting a bounty on your head? Besides the obvious criminal activity. I sense there's something deeper, and Hero wouldn't tell me." Did it have something to do with the crying? It probably did, but Villain didn't seem to be the type of person to take kindly to someone pointing out that her eyes were puffy from tears.

"Never mind that." She responded sharply, looking as if she'd been slapped. "You should be more concerned about yourself; I don't appreciate your sorry attempt to kill me." Gradually, she pulled away and removed the knife from Vigilante's neck.

Vigilante pushed herself back to her feet and touched a hand to her ear again, where the first knife had grazed her. "It wasn't personal, if that matters at all to you...I just wanted money. You seem very pleasant and...totally sane."

"Would you jump off a cliff if someone offered you money for it?" Villain retorted, pointing the knife in Vigilante's face before shaking her head and turning away.

"How big of a cliff? Also, you aren't killing me?"

"Not yet. Consider yourself useful for the time being." She sat back down onto the counter, wiping her eyes as best she could.

Cautiously, Vigilante sat down on the counter, too. "Are you okay?" She peered at the hauntingly beautiful woman, who was anything but okay, but was morbidly intrigued by the sight of the tear-stained villain--it was known that Villain wasn't stable, nobody in her realm of work ever was, but this was...surprising, and so was the mystery of what was happening between her and Hero, which was a field of landmines she had foolishly decided to walk into.

Villain had been ready to stab her without a regret, a cruel, vicious glint of steel in her eyes, and now she was sitting down and wiping her eyes.

Seeing this side of Villain was probably grounds enough to be killed. Vigilante didn't know whether it was lucky or not that she was useful; she didn't know if she even wanted to know how Villain intended to make her useful, so she focused on the small blessing that she still had a window of opportunity to make enough money to get the life of her dreams.

Maybe it was better, even--Villain had a chokehold on the city, so she definitely had plenty of money to spare.

"You should be asking that about yourself. You're working for me now, got that?" Villain maintained eye contact with Vigilante. "You don't have bad eyes either; they don't show your fear, it's interesting. Your fear is more evident in the way you speak."

"...okay, I guess so. And thank you." Vigilante looked down at the floor, biting the inside of her mouth, holding back the ebbs of a smile. "Is it too soon to ask if I'll be paid for my work?"

This was one major loose end.

Loose was too small of a word to describe the catastrophe that she had walked into.

#villain x vigilante #vigilante x villain #my writing #heroes and villains #writing snippet #wlw #thank you anon <3 #i had fun with this one if it isn't obvious #finally defeated writers block for now #war is over #hero x villain community #hero x villain

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lesbianwriter · 3 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.”

—

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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lesbianwriter · 4 months

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Hello there! May we have a villain obsessed over not just hero, but her girlfriend as well? I find the concept of a villain obsessed with both parts of a pair really interesting. Thank you!

“Isn’t she such a darling little thing?”

Villain ran her finger along a picture of Civilian at the animal shelter, cradling and feeding a kitten. One of many, many photos tacked onto Villain’s board with a heart-shaped push pin, a bloody red color as violent as Villain’s desire for poor, sweet Civilian.

She ran her finger along a photo of Hero next to it, smiling.

Unlike other villains, who would have been vengeful if they discovered their enemy had a girlfriend—maybe even going so far as to harm said person—when Villain discovered Hero’s girlfriend, she was struck by Cupid’s arrow and knew in her heart that wanted both of them. Hero, with her intensity and passion, with years of fights, jagged scars and tender bruises. Civilian, with her soft gaze and sweet nature. Surely Civilian could learn to look at Villain with kindness and love, as she did with those kittens and puppies in the shelter. Surely Hero would learn to love her, too—learn to see her scars, her faults, and love her for it instead of condemn her.

“Villain, I think you’re taking it just a little too far.” Henchman said, as he looked at the board. “Why do you need so many photos of them?”

“It’s called manifesting, Henchman.” Villain pouted, glaring back at her subordinate.

He didn’t understand love.

Not how she did.

It seemed nobody understood love how she did. Nobody was as passionate as her about love.

“It’s stalkerish.”

“We’re villains, do you put it past me?” She sighed. Of course, count on Henchman to throw a wrench in her fun.

He’d been that way since they were kids. Henchman was a shepherd trying to tame a wolf. Yet he stayed, and as much as Villain tried to find out why he hadn’t left, he never gave her a definitive answer—nothing deep, nothing meaningful, nothing Villain could scour for meaning. None of the fluff and flowery words that Villain loved, like in the fairytale books she’s pored over as a kid.

“…no, not really.” He sighed stepped closer to the board, his brown eyes taking in all the photos of Hero and Civilian. “So, what’s your grand plan? Kidnap the both of them?”

“Exactly.” Villain smiled, clapping her hands together at the idea.

Hero and Civilian would still love each other, then they’d love Villain too, and they’d all be in love together.

It would be a bumpy road, but it would be worth it. Hero would fight. She would struggle and claw and kick, and that’s because she was passionate—she had passion, as Villain had passion for love and all things romantic, and all Villain had to do was harness that passion…turn the fighting spirit into affection.

After all their battles, all their scars, Villain could hold Hero close without hurting her.

That’s all she wanted.

Hero just didn’t ever let it happen, because she was stubborn, because she didn’t trust Villain. However, she would fix that. The bruises would turn into something more romantic and symbolic than mere wounds—they’d be a testament of their love, they’d be a violent delight.

Oh, and sweet, precious Civilian…a normal girl who worked at an animal shelter, tending to animals in need. Villain wanted to be cared for that way, looked at with kindness, instead of given judgmental looks from others who deemed her insane…she would show Civilian her vulnerabilities, and surely Civilian would make a space, even a tiny nook, for her in that beautiful heart.

Civilian could make her feel normal, make her feel loved.

Was it wrong for Villain to merely want to spread love? The plan was all laid out. The tactics, the words she’d say to them…all of it was planned and orchestrated so that she could win them over.

Henchman looked at Villain, his eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t like that look on your face. That means you’re planning something bad, and it’s going to blow up in your face, and I’ll have to comfort you while you cry into my shoulder, even though I warned you.”

“Why are you being so unsupportive today?” Villain glared, her smile fading. “I don’t force you to be here. You could leave if you wanted to. I know you think I’m crazy, so why bother with me?”

Henchman’s look was as cold and pointed as a knife. “Villain, this isn’t going to fix the past. This obsession isn’t going to help you get better, it isn’t going to erase what happened, it won’t fill that hole inside of you.”

“You don’t know that.” Villain stared at Henchman.

He was wrong. Everybody was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Nobody understood her, her love, her heart.

Hero’s and Civilian’s love couldn’t erase the past, but it could prove something—it could prove that despite what everyone said, she could be loved.

#hero x villain #villain x civilian #hero x villain x civilian #obsessive villain #sapphic #heroes and villains #thank you anon <3 #henchman is trying to be a voice of reason #poor dude #unreliable narrator #wlw #sorry this took forever #love y’all <3

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Story idea: civilian draws villain because they have some unique feature (like wings, horns, or special markings) and the villain breaks into her house to pose for a flustered civilian.

“Dont you think I’m pretty?” Villain tilted her head, her eyes gleaming as she smirked. “…well, darling?”

“I—I mean…” Civilian pulled the covers tighter over her body, the thin sheets ruffling. “Not…not that you’re not pretty—you’re more than pretty—but…you shouldn’t be here. You need to go.” She babbled as the heat rose in her face.

Those wings.

Something about them we’re so perfect. She could see the stroke of her pencil trying to replicate the beauty in each feather, in every flutter and and oh-so inhumanly perfect detail, how the shimmering wings ruffled and twitched. Civilian could drown in her daydreams of drawing Villain, but Villain was dangerous. Everybody who could access the news knew it.

Villain scoffed, then stepped closer. “I’ve noticed you, trying to sketch me from a distance. Wouldn’t it be so much easier if I came and posed for you?” She flashed a teasing pout. “You need money, don’t you? You could probably sell the portrait for a lot of money. Don’t be just another starving artist, Civilian.”

Her eyes flitted around the room, at the cracks in the walls and creaky floorboards.

Civilian’s cheeks were on fire—Villain was in her room, practically demanding to be drawn—and even though it was dangerous beyond all belief to mess with forces such as Villain, Civilian did need the money, and Villain had made a good point about the money that selling it would reap.

What would be the harm of having Villain be her muse?

“I, uh…”

“Shh. You don’t need to talk, darling. Just draw. You’re very good at it.”

Nervously, Civilian swallowed the lump in her throat and reached for her sketch pad and pencil on the nightstand. It seemed inadequate to Civilian, as she looked down at her cheap, dingy supplies. Villain was a masterpiece. Someone like her deserved to be carved from the finest marble, to be painted in only the richest paints; Villain was a beauty who would’ve had statues and altars designed in her honor—people would throw themselves at her lap, sick dogs to rotten meat, offering their grandest items to her and her glory.

Civilian had the remainders of some pastels, a pencil and her sketchbook filled with half-drawn sketches of anatomy.

Her face was a forest fire when she looked back up at Villain, who was peering at her with a faint smirk.

“I…is there…anything specific you want me to draw?” Nervously, Civilian swallowed and sat up a little straighter.

Villain hummed. “Be creative. Surprise me.”

-

Her hands trembling, Civilian presented her sketch to Villain.

The villain’s eyes took in the sketch slowly. All the shaky lines, the eraser smudges and the detailed strokes of her feathers. She smiled, then took the sketch from Civilian’s hands and looked at it even closer, if such a thing was possible.

“Magnificent, as expected.” Villain commented appraisingly, then her eyes drifted to Civilian. “You know, I know a spot with an amazing view that could be the background. I’ll take you there later.”

“I…huh?” Somehow, Civilian’s brain went deeper into overdrive.

Since when did she go places with a villain? Why did the idea make her heart pound, and not just from fear?

“I’ll be careful not to drop you.” The winged villain sing-songed before she disappeared out the same window she had broken into the apartment with.

Civilian stared at the window, her jaw agape.

Whatever Villain’s insistence on this drawing was, it seemed that she wasn’t going to be easing up about it anytime soon.

She was sinking on the quicksand, yet her mind couldn’t stop conjuring images of Villain and all the ways her hands itched to draw her.

#civilian x villain #villain x civilian #heroes and villains #writing snippet #thank you anon <3 #perhaps?#it’s giving always the artist never the muse

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heyy! i love ur writing can u make a story with a super smug villain and even smugger hero with lots of banter

bonus points if they work together 💞💞

“You don’t have to pretend that it doesn’t sting.”

“What? Being stabbed? I can handle it—it’s practically a scrape, compared to some of the other wounds I’ve dealt with.”

“No, getting patched up by your enemy.” Villain smirked as she wrapped the bandage tighter.

Hero’s face burned hot—of course, Villain was taunting her while she was wounded. That’s what villains did. Kicked people while they were down. However, Hero wasn’t dissuaded by Villain’s playful smirk.

Hero sighed, and then smiled slowly as she turned to look at Villain over her shoulder. “Well, maybe I’m the one getting patched up, but I didn’t ask you to do it. You chose to do it. That means you care about me, and good triumphs over evil once again.”

Villain laughed. “I’m only patching you up because I need you for this mission. Otherwise, I probably would’ve been the one stabbing you.” She traced her finger along the center of the gauze, where the cut was still fresh.

Naturally, Hero forced herself not to wince. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to look weak in front of her enemy.

She moved her shoulder slightly, masking the motion by turning to face Villain.

Though, nothing could hide from Villain’s eyes.

Villain’s smug grin grew wider, but she let Hero fester in the knowledge that she knew, instead of announcing it.

“You said you need me.”

“For the mission only.”

“You still need me.” Hero grinned.

“Don’t smile too hard, we might fall in love. Then, we’ll be stuck together forever—I’ll get to have a thousand more things to make fun of you for…for starts, falling for your enemy after having to be patched up by said enemy. That screams pathetic.” Villain responded with a Cheshire Cat smile, an indecipherable glint in her eyes as they flickered over Hero.

“You sound like you’ve been thinking about it an awful lot to go in such detail. You have daydreams like this often, or only at night?” Hero replied, meeting Villain’s eyes.

Sparks erupted in her stomach.

Attraction or annoyance…she couldn’t tell.

“I think about your downfall a lot.” Villain cocked her head to the side, peering at Hero. “I can see it. You, falling off your perfect pedestal. Teaming with me is the first step to a slippery slope—I suppose I have something to thank Supervillain for. By being a threat to both of us, he’s set off a chain reaction.”

Hero didn’t take much of what Villain said seriously, but it did make her skin prickle to think of this as the first step down the wrong path—though, it was also Villain talking, and Hero kept that in mind as she considered the idea of her fall from grace.

Though, if she had to fall anyway, falling into Villain’s arms weren’t the worst outcome.

Death was a contender.

Being taunted by Villain for falling in love was, marginally, better than death.

“Hey, obsessing over me—whether it’s my downfall or not—still makes you an admirer.” Hero replied back, after too long of a pause.

Villain fixed her with another odd look, a battling sharpness and softness to her eyes that was cryptic and unreadable as a lost tome. Whatever she was thinking, Hero could only guess.

Then, she smiled teasingly. “Yes, Hero…you’re my muse. Care posing for me?” Her eyes gleaned with that familiar edge of taunt, whatever conflicting gaze in her eyes faded as quickly as it had appeared.

Hero scoffed and rolled her eyes, but smiled too.

#hero x villain #my writing #sapphic #villain x hero #thank you anon <3 #wlw #fluff #banter

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“Psst!” Vigilante hissed.

When Villain didn’t turn her head, Vigilante scowled and her nose crinkled. The handcuffs rattled as she jabbed her elbow into Villain’s side.

“Ow! What are you doing?” Villain seethed, teeth gritted. She didn’t have time for this nonsense—she was about to get defeated, and this random newbie was pestering her because the heroes had handcuffed them together.

It was shameful. They didn’t even have enough respect for her criminal ingenue to let her be arrested in her own pair of handcuffs.

Had she fallen that far off her pedestal?

It was all Hero’s fault.

Suddenly people didn’t properly fear her anymore. Crime became hard to commit. Not that it had ever been easy, but all of a sudden Hero swooped in with her grand plan to eliminate crime in the city and now Villain could barely pull off a heist by the skin of her teeth. Not even newbies feared her anymore!

In her prime, nobody would dare pester her, and now this girl was shamelessly elbowing her.

“Good, you’re paying attention now.” Vigilante smiled, a flash of sharp teeth and eyes too soft for a criminal. “Can you run fast?”

“What?” Villain’s eyebrows furrowed. Her voice dropped and her eyes narrowed, and she glanced behind her back at the flashing sirens. Thankfully, the heroes weren’t looking. “Are you suggesting…?”

“Well, yeah. Do you wanna get caught?”

“No, but—“

“Good.”

And suddenly Vigilante was running.

Villain was running, too—against her will. The chain of the handcuff dragged her along as the vigilante sped down the street, darted between crowds and twisted around sharp corners. The heroes started yelling and chasing after them, but Villain could hardly hear them over the clamor in her mind. She couldn’t believe the gall of this vigilante, and she was resolved that she was going to strangle this girl with her bare hands the moment they were free from the pursuit of the heroes.

“Run faster. Come on!” Vigilante tugged on the handcuff, slipping into a shadowy alleyway.

Panting, Villain glared up at her. “Who do you…who do you even think you are?! To boss me around? I—“

The corners of her lips quirked up. “I’m Vigilante.”

Villain’s mouth set in a hard line. With a brusque jerk, she tugged on the chain of the handcuff, dragging Vigilante closer. “Listen up, whoever you are, I am not someone to be trifled with.” Her expression hardened to stone as she gave Vigilante a dirty look.

She was close enough to feel Vigilante’s breath on her skin, to feel both their hearts pounding, to see every pore and every detail of her face…

Vigilante had the face of a puppy. Wide, trusting eyes that still gleamed and glinted with light. Her eyes were full of color, unlike Villain’s, whose had long since been deadened and steeled by the innumerable horrors she’d witnessed…and been the puppeteer of. Nobody who stepped one foot in the door of crime remained with any glimmer in their eyes for long, but Vigilante seemed to have two feet planted inside that door and could still smile without it possessing an edge of menace.

Huffing, Villain grabbed Vigilante’s wrist tightly, her nails digging crescent moons into her skin. “You’re following me now. I’m getting these handcuffs off.”

She scanned the alleyway before beginning to walk. It seemed the heroes were off their tail. For now, at least.

Vigilante quickly caught up to her long strides. “What did they catch you doing?”

“No questions.” She muttered, stepping over rotting food on the ground.

Trudging through the alleyway brought back memories of when she was young, when she hadn’t climbed up the rungs of the criminal ladder, when she would have to skulk through the smelly underbelly of the city and how the smell seemed to linger for years after she’d advanced her position.

Whoever this vigilante was, Villain doubted she had to struggle half of much.

“We could work together.” Vigilante offered.

“And why would I risk that? You got caught, too, and your escape plan was based off of mere luck—so I don’t believe you have the skills to work with me.” She retorted, her shoulders stiffening.

But…she did want Hero gone. As much as she loathed having to admit it, she’d fallen off her pedestal, and she couldn’t get back up on her own with the new crackdowns from the heroes. Watching her empire burn from her own pride would hurt worse than letting someone into the walls. Maybe—maybe—this newbie could be helpful. At the very least, Villain could use more firepower, and Vigilante seemed full of fire, for better or for worse.

Villain sighed and turned to look at Vigilante. “You know what? I’ll think about it. But first, we’re getting these handcuffs off.”

#omg yes #villain x villain #sapphic #heroes and villains #villain x vigilante #i love this #i love it #👀

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