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Prompt #62
"Did you figure it out yet?" they asked.
Before them, the detective startled, shooting up from where they'd been sat on their desk only to calm again once they saw their visitor's face.
"Don't you ever knock?" they asked, sighing when they got nothing but a smirk in response. "Whatever, just, come look at this."
They motioned to the wall in front of them, what had once been blank space now covered in clippings and photos and names, all bound together in a spiderweb of red string. The detective began at the centre of the mess.
"The first victim: everything else revolves around this first incident - I know it does. At a glance, the murders seemed only connected by the way they were carried out. Same weapon, same wound, but these people themselves are connected. This isn't just some serial killer going on a rampage, this is someone burying information."
The visitor raised a brow, expression intrigued. "Go on," they encouraged.
And the detective did. They went over each and every case, explaining the little details they'd missed before and the significance they held. Their hand danced across the paths of their investigation, working its way up from the centre to the outer ring and then further out still, following a single branch that led away from the rest - the one tiny lead that gave them so little and so much all at once. It was them: the killer. They didn't have their face or their name, just the knowledge of a single meeting that had derailed everything they'd originally assumed.
Their fingers froze as they reached the pinpoint. They narrowed their eyes, confused when they noticed that their string continued on from it instead of dangling uselessly as it had before. Slowly, they followed it. The red branched off from the wall, swooping down and out, and when they turned they found the end of it held against the chest of their trusted visitor.
"Civilian?" they asked. "Wh-What are you doing?"
The villain smiled down at them, curling the string around their pinkie as they took one calculated step forwards.
"Helping you," they said. Their free hand rose up to cup the detective's face, thumb tracing softly across the dark shadows beneath their eyes. "You're tired, Detective. You've worked so hard...and I simply can't bare to let you work one second longer."
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Short Prompt #68
Detective stumbled back against their bedframe. “This is a dream.”
“Is it?” Villain slunk from the window ledge, their figure immediately blending into the inky shadows of the room. “Do you dream of me often, dear detective?”
“Y-you died.”
“It appeared that way, didn’t it?” Villain’s gloved fingers suddenly pressed on the detective's chest, pinning them back against the crumpled bed covers. The criminal’s gaunt face peered from the dark overhead, more ghostlike than the detective remembered. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Detective swallowed. “Y-you don’t.”
“Oh, but you threw me such a nice funeral. Or so I hear. Such a heartwarming gesture from the city’s most honorable detective. Very inspirational. Even got you this nice promotion. I’m sure that’s been nice.”
The detective threw the criminal’s arm off, sitting up fast and staring challengingly into those dark, dangerous eyes. They could go into shock later.
“How else could I mourn you? I needed all the charisma and fancy talk I could get just to give you a proper hole in the ground. And you were just out and about?”
“Why would you mourn me?”
Detective blinked. “What?”
“Why. Would. You. Mourn?”
Detective felt their face warm.
“Well,” they spluttered. “I know we never said it in so many words, but I always thought…I always understood… There was always something between us…wasn’t there?”
Villain stared at them deadpan for a long while. “Is that why you tried to kill me?”
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Hii!! I was wondering if you may do a somewhat spicy snippet that involves a villain and detective and 💫handcuffs💫 ? I understand if not though! Hope you have been well and good luck to any final exams you have🌸
"You'd think," the villain said. "That with all the hardened criminals they deal with on a day to day basis, your colleagues wouldn't be so afraid to pat down little old me. I mean." The villain widened their eyes. "Look at me. Who wouldn't want to get their hands on all this?"
"You bite."
The villain flashed them a sharp grin, entirely too delighted by the fact that most would not get in a three foot radius. "If I lick it, it's mine. Them's the rules."
The detective sighed, (not really) long-suffering, even as they approached.
The villain was, admittedly, gorgeous. In a slightly feral sort of way. Gorgeous in the way a volcano could be stunning, right before it erupted and burnt down everything you loved.
The precinct waiting room was empty apart from the two of them; promptly abandoned ever since the hero had deposited the beautiful monstrosity on their front door and then left. As if the rest of them mere mortals were equally equipped to deal with super villains. Bastard.
"Besides. I'm cuffed and everything," the villain continued, jingling the chains. "I'm harmless."
"You're the bane of my working life," the detective grumbled without venom. "I'm going to have so much paperwork. This isn't even my job to do this. Stand."
The villain pushed gamely to their feet, stepping close and into the detective's space. The detective had gone through the whole routine - because the villain always escaped - enough times not to flinch.
"You look tired, detective," the villain said, a little softer.
"Bane. Of. My. Working. Life."
"I could bribe someone to do the paperwork for you."
The detective snorted, beginning to thoroughly pat the villain down. They extracted paperclips, and all manner of objects from the villain's pockets - knowing by now where to look in the hidden folds of material, knowing that everything had the potential to be dangerous.
They could feel the villain's eyes on them, intent and burning. They could feel the villain's breath, the heat of them, so close. They could smell the crackle of their power in their air, not entirely offset by the cuffs, only limited. If they shivered, well, it was because of that. A valid reaction to threat. Not...not...
The detective swallowed. "Stop that."
"I'm behaving."
"You look like you're planning to eat me."
"How would you know that? My eyes are up. You're the one feeling me up."
"I'm not-" The detective bit their lip, gaze moving to the villain's.
The villain's eyes were very bright.
"You look like you're planning to eat me," the detective said again, and even managed deadpan.
"Well, we did cover that if I lick it, it's mine, already. Didn't we?"
They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be flustered. They were not going to be-
The villain, lightning quick, lethally quick, pressed a kiss to the detective's blushing cheek. Exposing the utter uselessness of the denial. "I wouldn't mind," the villain said, against the detective's ear. "If you did. Feel me up. I know you wouldn't mind either."
The detective swallowed again, but it did nothing to make their mouth less dry. They kept their hands very professional. They did not jerk back, or jerk their head away, or admonish the villain.
They told themselves it was because it was only words, and far better than the villain snapping those cuffs like they were nothing, but...
Well. They were lying. It was true, but they were utterly lying to themselves, and they probably both knew it. The villain could no doubt dismantle and reveal that lie as easily as the rest.
The villain's teeth and tongue grazed, feather-light, against the shell of their ear.
If I lick it, it's mine.
"Right." The detective's voice was hoarse. "I think you're all done."
"Mm," the villain said, giving them a look of 'oh not nearly done enough with you, dear', though they let the detective step back.
No. Not let. They were cuffed. The two of them had only ever met when the villain was restrained.
"Let's go," the detective said. "You know how it goes by now."
"Indeed." The villain's head tilted. "You know there's a reason that hero of ours keeps dropping me off at your precinct and nobody else's these days. You know that right?"
The detective froze.
"Just something to think about," the villain said, and sauntered themselves off in the direction of the cells. "Come lock me up."
The detective released a shaky breath, and fovillowed.
Of course.
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Villain: what a cutie~
The resolution didn’t hold up this time…
Inspired by this snippet by @epiclamer
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Prompt #3317
Superhero’s eyes glittered in the dark. “So you thought you could kidnap my detective?”
“We didn’t- we didn’t know-”
“Yes, you did. You knew they were my favourite. You kidnapped them to get to me. Well, congratulations: you got me.” They stepped closer, cape swishing at their heels. “You’ll live just long enough to regret it.”
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Snippet 6
Warnings: Language, Emotional Manipulation maybe??, some degrading.
"Hero, I'm just warning you-"
"Stop warning me then!" Hero 2 snaps, glaring hard at Superhero. She shakes her head. "You say that like it's a bad thing!"
Superhero breathes out, her beautiful hair in a bun. Despite being the leader now, she was still very active, pretty and powerful.
Hero 2 shakes her head. "Look, Superhero..." She starts in a annoyed tone. "It's not illegal for villains and heroes to be together! Why do you keep reminding me about Supervillain!" She scowls, crossing her arms.
Superhero sighs. "I'm just looking out for you, Hero 2. You don't want to get to close-"
"Well tough! Because he's in love with me and we belong together." Her face grew with anger. "So stop talking and 'warning' me about this!"
"I'm trying to help you!"
"No, your not! You know nothing about this!" Hero 2 snaps. "You just don't like that I have a life outside of this hero life."
"That's not true-" Superhero tries to talk.
"Of course it is, unlike you, I actually have a life!" Hero 2 says loudly. She turns around to storm away, most likely towards Supervillain.
Superhero sighs, walking to her desk, sitting down in her chair. Her eyes trail towards the picture on her desk, it was of a younger her and...Supervillain. Who was now Mastermind, the biggest criminal in the world. No hero industry could catch them.
Back when Mastermind was just Supervillain.
And back when Superhero was just Hero.
They still loved each other, but circumstances had changed. They couldn't be together because the world wouldn't let them, sure the rules changed but destiny still didn't want them together.
Maybe because they knew that SuperHero would immediately join them, given the chance. Seeing as the Hero Industry was still...slightly...corrupt. But no one knew because the people, or people of the hero Industry made sure no one found out about the atrocious affair the two had.
It's funny, she was a SuperHero currently, but back then she was a Hero who almost became a villain. It's funny how everything changed when her Superhero told her that it was forbidden and she couldn't do anything because she was just an average hero.
Well, look at her now.
SuperHero missed her Supervillain, not this Mastermind. He wasn't her Supervillain, but then again, this SuperHero wasn't his Hero.
His sweet, loving, cute, kind, caring and intelligent Hero who always helped people despite sometimes not having anything. She was always so kind and sweet, the women now, the SuperHero was now more mature and docile.
She wasn't as rebellious, she wasn't as young, she wasn't as active anymore, she wasn't as caring and sweet as she was back then.
Superhero huffs, leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes. She wanted Mastermind, she wanted her Supervillain back. She missed him so much.
A stray tear trails down her cheek.
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The Detective and The Villain
tw: sleep deprivation, mentions of dead family members
The rain poured down way faster than the ten large cups worth of coffee the detective had downed in the span of four hours. Not even the loudest thunder striking right outside could keep them awake. They were hunched over their desk with their head propped up on one hand while they tried to blink some concentration into their vision as they attempted to focus on the case’s twentieth page of disconnected yet supposed evidence.
If they had not been so tired, maybe they would have heard the creek of the window behind them sliding open. Maybe they would have not dismissed a tingling feeling down their side as merely it being the wind.
They could only drown on the papers, pills, and coffee while the gravity of their worries and feelings of inadequacy pushed their head down. Their eyes got teary as they stretched, lifting their arms over their head and angling their body side by side while pulling on their elbows. The detective did this once, and then went for it twice, until they felt a soft caress circling around their waist.
They jumped forward at the startling touch and accidentally knocked over their remaining coffee over a lengthy case report they had been working on for the last three hours. “Shit!” They hurried and tried to save some papers from getting soaked but the majority were done for. They had felt someone touch them, but there was no one. As the remnants of their sanity slipped away, so did they slip to sit on the ground and rest their head against the table’s wooden leg.
Villain stared at them feeling guilty for being the cause of this mess. They didn’t bother owning up to that yet. Besides, they had come here to make a deal with the detective. The smart, hard-working, exhausted and good looking detective whose hair and pouty lips seemed impossibly soft as they sulked due to the mess villain themself had caused.
Villain walked up behind the detective while they came up with at least thirty different terrifying threats, but their resolve fell as they stared at the usually smiley, now brooding detective. They fought against the urge to delicately card their fingers through their hair, but lost against it. The detective sighed at the soothing motion, but the villain could see the furrow of their brows.
I’m losing it, the detective thought.
The villain decided to execute their initial plan before they were accidentally enticed by the detective’s cuteness. How did it go? Oh yea..Threaten and steal.
Now, how could they do that to the overworked, diligent, adorable detective who sighed at their touch? They were heartless enough to drain someone’s entire circulatory system with the flicker of their hand while being invisible, but they were not heartless enough to do that to one of the only uncorrupted people working under the judicial system in this city. That was how villain justified their interest in the detective at least.
The detective felt soft fingers snaking around their chin and propping it to look upwards. For a second or two, they stared confused and scared at absolutely nothing until the villain made themself visible right in front of them. Their eyes widened as they quickly stood up from their kneeling position beside the table and stood up in a dignified yet clearly terrified way.
The detective had heard all about this particular villain. They were the top suspect at various cold blooded murder cases in which witnesses claimed that the victim simply began bleeding out in broad daylight. No poison was found in none of the victims’ system and there was no one to pinpoint this case too, until the detective themself had discovered a pattern.
All of the victims were somehow related to the San Martino case. Whether it be by being a previous business associate or rival. This villain right in front of them, dazzling as they looked in their leather suit, was also responsible for hunting down every single person tied with the case concerning the death of the detective’s parents and older sister.
Now that they had been found, and were the only relative alive, would the villain get rid of them too? Were they after their family’s previous fortune? They didn’t even claim one cent of it in hopes that this wouldn’t happen. They didn’t want the deadly attention and possible death that was to come due to being a San Martino in hiding. The detective couldn’t breathe.
“I can see the gears turning and burning inside of that pretty head of yours.” The villain took one step towards them and they took one step back. “Relax.” Step. “Are you not going to be nice enough to ask what it is that I want?” Step. The detective’s lumbar was now pressed against the edge of their desk. “Are you just going to assume the worst, dear detective?” The villain placed their arms just at the sides of their hips, caging them in between the desk and the villain’s frame.
The detective avoided their burning gaze and finally gathered the courage to ask, “What is it that you want?”
“I want to find the last San Martino.” The villain’s voice was just above a whisper.
“What?” The detective panicked. This must be a joke. A cruel one at that. They had made sure that the San Martino case was assigned to them and them only in order for them to be able to bury their name and all of the traces leading to it. Yes, they knew it was not ethical to sabotage the case assigned by the police captain herself. After all, they had to put a lot of… physical work into getting such a coveted case for whoever cracked it would have also cracked a gold mine. The detective meant to make sure that no one would discover that they were the last holder of their family name. They even made sure to craft an entire fake life story. They wanted a life of their own.
“You were assigned this case, detective.”
“Yes, because it’s a cold one and my boss hates me. Dead ends all around.” They hoped the lie sufficed.
The villain stared at them through narrowed eyes and then moved back. The detective sighed from relief until the villain grabbed the coffee soaked papers from their desk. “I’ll give you a deal, sweetness. If you give me weekly updates on this case, I’ll drain the coffee out of these reports and leave them just as new. As if they had just been written.”
The detective gaped at them. It was a tempting offer. Rewriting those falsified reports would be a hassle. Besides, the police captain needed those by tomorrow and it would help them steer the investigation as far from their name, or rather fake name, as possible.
“Weekly updates then…”
“Yes, over a coffee, because you seem to like it a lot.” The villain said as they threw six empty cups in the bin.
“You didn’t mention that part…”
“Aw you’re scared that you’ll actually grow to like me?”
“It’d be unethical of me to compromise my work and give intel to you of all people.” I’m a hypocrite, the detective thought.
“But aren’t you exhausted from working on these? Imagine having to redo them all. You need your beauty sleep.” In the last minutes of distracted thinking, the detective hadn’t noticed that the villain was once again in their personal space, now tracing their bottom lip with the pad of their thumb. They shuddered, but didn’t move. The villain’s offer, including the unspoken one, were quite tempting.
Alright. I can just continue to falsify the reports. Give villain dead ends too, as I’ll do with boss and steer them both away. It’ll be fine… The detective thought and willed themself to let the words escape their toyed lips.
“I accept your terms, but I can only meet up with you for the weekly intel on Wednesdays…”
The villain gave them a satisfied smirk and patted their cheek twice before backing away and flicking their wrist in a strange circular motion. Slowly but surely, all of the coffee was drained out of the reports, which were then placed into the detective’s hands.
“Water manipulation…” The detective thought out loud and then blushed when they noticed the villain’s intrigued former smirk, now smile.
“I’ll be glad to further amuse you during our little coffee dates.” The detective looked down to hide their blush.
When they looked up, there was nothing left behind but seemingly freshly written reports and the window left wide open.
Some threatening tactic that was..
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kidnapped Detective x Olivia
Detective(Maria) Thief(Olivia)
Maria woke up slowly. Her whole body felt heavy as she struggled to open her eyes. She expected to be in a cold basement or an evil lair but was instead met with soft sheets and a what looked to be a small country bed room. The walls were plain yellow and a frame picture of sunflowers hung on the wall opposite to her.
Maria looked around confused as the events of the previous night came back to her. She was in her office when the thief she had been searching for came in and wisked her away. “Olivia.” The name felt strange on her tongue, like a forbidden word.
“Good Morning, my dear Detective.” Maria turned to she the tall figure of the thief walking into the doorway. She quickly tried to sit up but was stopped as Olivia crossed the small room in to strides and pushed her back down. “Now no more of that.” She tutted coming to stand over Maria.
“What did you drugged me with.” Maria said trying to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes. “Oh nothing. You slept fifteen hours all on your own.”
“FIFTEEN HOURS?!” Maria gasped sudden sitting up again. As soon as she did however she was met with a waved of nausea. “What did I tell you? Lay back down and be still. I would hope I wouldn’t need to try you down, now would I?” The voice she used was sweet but the threat still lay behind her deep chocolate eyes.
“What do you want thief?” Maria said begrudgingly laying her head down on the soft pillow. “Hmmmm. I think I préfère it when you used my name.”
“Answer my question first.” Maria said trying to glare up at her capture. Olivia burst out into laughter. “ I don’t think you’re in the position right now to be making demands.” She brought her fingers down to lightly caress Maria’s cheek, earning a delightful shiver. “How about this, sense you are my favorite little dove, I’ll compromise. You may ask the question again but, this time use my name and it will be answered truthfully.”
Maria didn’t like the sound of that at all but her burning curiosity got the better of her. “Fine. Olivia,” she took a pause looking at the glint in the thief’s eyes, “why am I here?”
Olivia bent down so that her face was inches away from Maria’s. “I love the way my name sound in your lips,” she said one hands in Maria’s hair the other tracing patterns on her neck, “ say it again.”
“That wasn’t the dea-“ The hand that was previously running over Maria’s neck was now holding it. Olivia didn’t squeeze or bruise her, she just held Maria almost fondly. “Say it or you will get nothing out of me.” Olivia was smiling wildly, practically draped over Maria’s body.
“Olivia.” Maria squeaked. “A little louder, dove”
“Olivia.” Maria said staring at Olivia. “Why am I here?” The thief smiled and fully got onto the bend straddling Maria’s hips. One hand in Maria’s hair the other still on her neck. “Look at you all nice and pretty, blushing for me.”
Maria tried to looked away only for Olivia to bring her head back with a tug of the hair. “We first met almost two years ago, didn’t we?”
“What?” Maria said, “But I don’t remember that?”
“Well of course not. I take great pride in staying hidden. But I did see you then, for the first time. It was the first case you worked on for me. I remember watching you from the shadows, watching the way your gears turned in your brain.” Olivia started to message the detectives head. “Ever sense then you have been MY detective. Only working on my cases, the only one that ever even can close to catching me.” She looked Maria up and down.
“You are the smartest one. I could see that but they couldn’t. They tried to bring you down, to dim that spark in your eyes, and when that didn’t work they worked you to the bone. I couldn’t just stand by as they ruined you.”
Maria couldn’t speak she just watched as Olivia’s eyes got darker. “Of course you, yourself, are not blameless. You let yourself get carried away and fall apart and I have had enough.”
Suddenly she got off Maria and stood next to her, leaning her head to Maria’s ear. “No more.”
With that she walked back to the door and opened it turning back to Maria. “Don’t get out of bed. I’ll be fine with breakfast in a half hour and I’ll bring it in here.” She flashed her signature smile and left, closing the door with the click of a Locke.
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Random prompt #60
Done With Everything ™️Detective is stuck with a completely eccentric, obsessed villain who was never taught to show affection or love is a wonderful trope that's growing in my mind like a plant.
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Villain quickly leapt down from their perch on the railing, staring at Detective with a much too happy gaze, basically bouncing on their feet as they placed their hands on their shoulders.
"No one's ever been able to get out of my traps!" They gush, practically buzzing excitement. "Not even hero!"
Detective merely raised an eyebrow slightly, asking a silent question. They seemed much too tired to Villain, and yet they had undone the complex wiring of their trap without a problem.
And then they had slipped from the grip on their shoulders and turned around, stalking off with their hands tucked in their pockets.
In turn, Villain quickly caught up to them in a few rushed strides, practically tripping over their own feet. "Wait! You can't just leave! Not yet!"
"Watch me." The reply was sour and blunt from Detective, who glared at the floor as they walked. Barely a sound left their mouth as they were lifted into the villain's arms, held tightly against their chest.
"You can try - or, um, won't you stay for dinner?"
"Will you give me coffee?"
"Of course!"
"Then fine."
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Prompt#92
"My, how dark of you…how perverted."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Pov: villain power is can sence other people arousal and right now villain is sencing his f/o arousel.
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Deadly Distraction 🖤
Pairing: Flirty/Playful!Supervillain x Detective (OG Pairing that I read wrong before writing c': -> Gentle Supervillain x Investigative Reporter)
Scenario/Dialogue: "I'd die for you." / "Go ahead."
Bonus: Extra scene below the cut c:
Tag List: @black-rose-events
CW: Mention of/Implied murder (no details)
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Supervillain watched Detective go over the evidence on their desk. They leaned over their shoulder, draping their arms around their neck.
"You know I did it, darling. Why don't you go ahead and call it a night?" they purred in their ear.
Detective let out a deep sigh. "I deplore you."
Supervillain chuckled. It was low, smooth - a perfect parallel to their methods. "Aw, how cute," they crooned. They took the detective's chin between their thumb and forefinger and forced them to turn their head. "Now, say it to my face this time."
The detective scoffed, twisting out of their grip as they grumbled something under their breath.
"Ooo, detest?" Supervillain repeated. "That's new. Creative today, aren't we? Perhaps it's the lack of sleep."
Detective huffed and glared at them out of the corner of their eye. "Would you just leave me alone, already?"
"Oh, but why would I do that?" The criminal circled around to the front of the desk. "Your investigation concerns me, does it not?"
Supervillain leaned in, casting a shadow over the detective's work. "Come now," they whispered, voice sultry and sweet. "Is it that hard to love a killer?"
Detective pulled the papers from beneath the villain's shadow. The picture at the very top of the pile smirked up at them in an all too familiar way. They shuffled it to the bottom to look at the other images.
Supervillain was practically sitting on the desk by now. "Hm." Their eyes traced the detective's features, patiently searching. When they didn't find what they were looking for, they frowned and hummed thoughtfully.
"...I'd die for you, you know."
Detective didn't even bat an eye at the declaration. "Go ahead," they said dismissively. "You have my permission."
Supervillain didn't seem to register the answer at first. When they did, they threw their head back and laughed - truly laughed - for the first time in ages.
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Bonus:
Supervillain sighed and threw themself upon a conveniently placed daybed under the small window in Detective's office. "Are you always this cold to your guests?"
Detective flipped a page in the file they were going through. For a long moment it didn't seem like they were going to respond.
"...Perhaps," they said evenly.
Supervillain, who had sat up eagerly when they finally got something out of the detective, flopped back down onto the couch. "Your poor, unfortunate soulmate," they bemoaned. "Who could love such a creature as you?"
As per usual, their effort to get a rise out of their favorite investigator was useless. Supervillain sighed again and threw an arm over their eyes to block out the light. It seemed they weren't getting any entertainment today.
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Hello there! I absolutely adore your writing! May I please have a detective trying to catch a notorious thief, only for her latest scheme to turn out to be a ploy to steal the detective herself?
Thank you so much (and don't forget to take care of your mental health)!
Thank you sm!! :)
”I’m close! I’m so close!” Detective exclaimed, pointing at the mismatch of colored lines sprawled on the board. “She left clues—I know where she’s gonna go next, you just have to back me up so the boss will believe me.”
“You’re delusional.” Sidekick shook his head. He took a bite out of his lunch and continued shaking his head, as if Detective were crazy…which was possible. “How do you even know the thief is a woman? You’ve been so dead set on your theories from the start, but everybody just thinks you’re insane for seeing things that we don’t.”
“You make it sound like I’m hallucinating.” Slumping down into her chair, Detective crossed her arms and let her eyes fly over the web of lines she had spent so long making.
“You practically are.” Sidekick shoveled another bite of his salad into his mouth. “I’m not backing you up on this one. If I do, I might as well file a resignation and pack up my office—and you know I worked so hard on it!”
“Why don’t you become an interior decorator then?” Detective huffed, rolling the chair from side to side.
She knew.
The thief had become notorious, stealing from museums, stores, banks, and from the rich elite of the city. Detective had been following her activity since the beginning when her boss had first discovered that the string of burglaries was all connected to the same person, and she knew that the thief was leaving clues, dropping them like flies on the crime scenes, and she knew where they were going to strike next.
Still.
Nobody believed her.
Even Sidekick, her partner since she very first started her job, wouldn’t back her up this time.
“You aren’t getting the boss to approve it, you just gotta understand that.”
“But I am right.” Detective insisted, making a gesture towards the board.
The record broke a long time ago, but she still had hope that someone would see that she wasn’t crazy or hysterical, but that she was right. Her theories were based in logical—and maybe a sprinkle of blind faith—but at its core was the fact that the thief had a pattern. One that Detective had unraveled.
—
—
Detective told herself she was going to stay home.
She was going to go to bed, stay under her covers, and then in the morning she’d get up to go to work and move on with her life.
…
But she couldn’t stop herself.
Breathing in heavily, she shoved her hands in her pockets and walked by the steps of the museum, but she didn’t walk up.
All she would do is check it out from the outside…clear her head before she finally gave up…
That was believable, right?
The imposing construction of marble was in perfect condition. Unchanged. Nothing broken. Everything was perfectly normal. Maybe she was wrong. Again. Her boss was and always had been right that she was crazy and that her theories were unfounded and based upon delusions.
“Took you long enough.”
Detective jumped, the hairs on her body standing up. “What?”
A woman was standing behind her, smirking.
“You’ve been very busy. I left all these clues, but I was starting to think that you ditched me.”
“So you did leave clues!” Detective gasped. The other raised her brows, and Detective swallowed. “Uhm…sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry, Detective.” Thief smiled. “I’m the one that should be sorry for what’s about to happen.”
“Wha—“
Thief pressed a hand over the detective’s mouth, dragging her into the alleyway. Detective struggled, pounding her fists on the Thief and dragging her heels as she was manhandled into the dark shadows of the alleyway, but it turns out that when somebody spends lots of time breaking into places and stealing things, they get pretty strong.
“Shh, stop struggling.” Thief murmured. “I’m stealing you, darling. That’s what I’m going to steal tonight.”
A bite pinched in Detective’s neck, and though she twisted and struggled as much as she could, but it didn’t take long until she was slumped, limp, in Thief’s arms.
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Prompt #67
“Alright, alright, I’m coming already,” Villain called, stumbling down their staircase toward the aggravatingly loud and insistent rapping on their door.
The next knock broke off mid-pound, knuckle still to the door, and the lithe figure almost toppled right through the doorframe. They quickly gathered themself back into a hunched but upright position.
“Villain?” the stranger asked, almost a plea. Water dripped off the ends of their hair and pasted their long trench coat flat against their body, the long tie tangling around one leg. If that wasn’t concerning enough on a dry summer’s night, the broken arm they cradled was.
“What do you want?”
How had they even found them? It wasn’t like Villain publicized their address.
“I’ve uncovered something huge, something world-changing, and now they want to kill me. Please, you’re the only one who can protect me. I promise it could help you too, so let's trade; I promise it’s worth your while. Please–”
Villain took the civilian–the detective? Hadn’t Villain seen them in the papers?--firmly by the shoulders.
“Hush. I can barely understand you. Take a deep breath.”
The detective shakily obeyed.
“There,” Villain praised. “Now. Who wants to kill you?”
“The heroes.”
#villain x detective#villain x civilian#villain x hero#heroes and villains community#heroes and villains#hero x villain community#writing prompt#short prompt#prompt
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Garage Sale
Well, when the Fentons decided to have a garage sale Danny didn't expect many to be interested. His parents were looking for a way to get money quickly to build more stuff, and he jokingly suggested they could sell some inventions, they took it seriously (Jazz made sure to remove all the lethal inventions, she tried with the ones that might be risky but then they wouldn't sell anything).
Danny knew his parents were strange yes, but he wasn't sure that justified millionaires in his backyard. Millionaires, he'd like to clarify, had never set foot in Amity Park before. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Bruce Wayne and his sons checking out the appliances. None of them seemed to be interested in the "ghosts" but they hadn't backed down from taking some things either.
So yes, Danny was suspicious. Of course he had made sure the inventions in the sale were safe (although unlike Jazz, he simply decided to make them safe, a few modifications here and there), but the fact that they looked genuinely interested made him uneasy.
Were the Waynes interested in hunting ghosts?
He decided to try something, he crossed eyes with one of them and let his green eyes show before looking away, the boy looked alarmed. He approached him and asked, but Danny feigned ignorance, commenting that all the inventions were green and maybe he had been confused by the reflection (to be fair, most of his parents' inventions were green because of the ecto).
For his part, Bruce had received an alert from Justice League Dark, it seemed they had detected a strange energy, similar to magic, so the bats set out to investigate. They didn't expect to find a garage sale in a house in the middle of nowhere (Amity Park wasn't even marked on the fucking map). Nor did they expect advanced technology or mad scientists.
Bruce decided to pretend he had stumbled into town as "Brucie Wayne" and buy a few things. He shuddered to see that many inventions worked with Lazarus water. Jason, who had strangely agreed to come along, was also upset about the son of the scientists.
Bruce questioned whether he had found a family of villains in the making.
#dpxdc#The Fentons needed money#so they did a garage sale#JLD detected the ecto because it was out of the protected lab#and all the inventions together caused energy to be detected#The Batfamily investigated#Amity is a quiet town#if you're not actively looking for it then it won't show up#That's why no one believes it exists#The Amity Parkers could be descendants of the elves and nobody would know it#dp x dc#dc x dp#Danny gave Jason a cardiac arrest#Jason knows the color of pit madness everywhere and he thinks Danny has it#Bruce plans to take the weapons to study them#The Fentons are just happy that their sale was a success#They have no idea that the dark knight considers them to be future villains#Danny would be offended if he found out#The Batfamily believes that the Fentons found a way to manipulate the lazarus water and that is a risk#They hope Ra doesn't find out#They are right but wrong at the same time#The Fentons work with pure ectoplasm#not junk ectoplasm.
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I'm sick of the ever brilliant, diabolical villains. I want a villain that's so dumb nobody can figure out what the fuck he's doing. I want the detective tasked at tracking him down constantly on the verge of tearing his hair out. I want bugs bunny level shenanigans between the two. and obviously I want it to be an enemies to lovers story.
#heroes and villains#enemies to lovers#theres an alternate of this where the detective is just as dumb#bc who wouldnt love a himbo hero x villain story#hero x villain
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The door closes behind them, leaving them all alone. In the room. In the bedroom. With the lone bed looming over them.
It was their wedding night.
Hero swallows hard, grabbing the white dress and moving away from her nemesis. The only reason why she married him was because of their families, their families who had no idea they were enemies.
"Well," Villain spoke up, turning to his enemy with a wry smile. "That's that. That just leaves us and some traditions. Don't it?" He takes his jacket off, raising his eyebrows at her.
Hero clenched her jaw. "If you think for one second-"
"Relax." Villain rolls his eyes. "I don't wanna do it with you either, it's best I don't really follow traditions."
"Me either." Hero crosses her arms.
"But..." Villain starts. "It is tradition."
Hero looks at him, narrowing her eyes.
"But I'm not evil." Villain scoffs. "That...evil." He corrects.
Hero rolls her eyes.
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