#villain x thief
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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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“You dare to steal from me?”
The thief laughs. There’s a mischievous glint in their eyes and it makes the villain sick. They lunge at them, but the thief dodges with ease. They tauntingly hold up the necklace in their hand, the gold glimmering in the dim lighting of the hallway.
“You’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy,” the thief says, their voice just barely above a whisper. They pocket the necklace with alarming speed. There’s anger rising in the villain’s chest, cold and prickly and disgusting. They’re not sure how this petty robber promotes such irritation, rage, and feeling in them. Their fingers twitch for their weapon. “A greedy, power hungry person that doesn’t know when to stop.”
“Give it back,” the villain orders, making use of their height to tower over the intruder. They ignore the jabs and thinly-concealed insults. Nothing that they say matters. The only thing that matters is sitting in that robber’s pocket. To the villain’s irritation, the thief only raises an eyebrow at their demand, crossing their arms over their chest.
“You and I both know that won’t solve anything,” the thief eventually responds.
“And stealing from me will?” the villain snaps, gritting their teeth.
“Perhaps,” the thief replies cheekily, eyes darting around for a moment before shrugging. There’s an absolute lack of serious expression on their face- only amusement and mischief. The villain can’t even begin to comprehend how this fool slipped right under their nose. “This has been fun, but I’m afraid our time is up.”
“Don’t,” the villain hisses, lunging forward and reaching to grab their collar, neck, anything. The villain’s hands swipe through thin air. The hallway is deserted, entirely devoid of the interaction between two enemies but a few moments prior. The villain feels any semblance of positive emotion entirely disappear, and they strike out at the wall. Their fist shatters the drywall, leaving a gaping cavity near the window. They don’t even bother to wipe the blood off their hands, instead letting it drip to the floor as they stare at the empty space around them. For a moment, they blink and the thief is standing before them, smiling mockingly. The villain rubs at their eyes roughly and paces angrily down the hallway, resolutely pretending to ignore the unsavory feelings prickling beneath their skin.
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I’ve really been into writing thieves lately. [can you tell? lol.] On a more general level, I’m enjoying writing about interactions between villains. I don’t know... there’s so many different ways to constitute a villain. No one villain is going to act like another. I think it’s a little different with heroes- there’s usually a few broad archetypes that all heroes fall under. Villains are infinitely more complex.
Anyways. Thanks for reading :)
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Badger the Thief
Danny x Cass
Bruce x Selina
It all started as Vlad, out of spite, named Danny as he stole something from him:" The Badger Thief!"
As his parents found out, he was a "thief." The first thing was that they were proud that he was a villain, just like they were before they retired.
And he got a suit to go and have fun... Well, they are the Fenton family.
And if his parents don't get angry! Well, he wanted that moonstone he saw in the museum.
It had been a matter of time before he met the heroes of the world.
And he got his own animal-themed hero in Black Bat, who tries to capture him all the time.
Bruce had a talk with his daughter about dating. And that led once again to him and Catwoman.
Cass:" At least mine steals only space-related stuff!"
Bruce:" He stole the GLOBE ON THE DAILY PLANET!"
Cass:" Not his fault. That they use a "Globe"!! "
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if evil why hot?
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The pass itself was quick: enter the bar, spot the contact, slide into the booth, exchange the flash drive for an envelope of cash under the table.
The fallout was longer though.
"Don't open it here," the antagonist said out of the corner of their mouth. So of course the protagonist immediately ripped it open and started thumbing through the stack of bills in their lap.
The antagonist sighed and took a sip of their drink. They were drinking a wine spritzer. The protagonist had never seen them drink a wine spritzers. "You are such a child."
"Child who gets paid." Wasn't it convenient to have an excuse not to look the antagonist in the eye? "You taught me that."
"You're still mad?" the antagonist said incredulously, as if this indicated something deeply wrong with the protagonist. "I'd thought you'd have figured out by now this -" they gestured to the two of them "- wasn't personal."
The protagonist abruptly lost count. The bills crunched in their hands as their fists clenched. Gravity itself lurched - just like it had that day last spring where the antagonist had announced it was done and abruptly gone from lover to ex.
"Wasn't personal?" the protagonist said, trying to match the chill in their former partner's voice. No, not chill. Something worse. Indifference. "It felt pretty personal when you straight up shattered my heart after two years together."
"It was 18 months," the antagonist muttered into their drink, looking exhausted.
"21 months," the protagonist countered. "And three weeks, four days. You..."
Their voice failed. How could they say it? You were the center of my world. I thought I was the center of yours.
"Well, that's the other reason we're here," the antagonist said, rubbing at the bridge of their nose. "You've been looking for me. Looking into me. Stop."
"Why? Am I embarrassing you in front of all your cool friends?"
"No." The antagonist crossed their arms. "You're going to get yourself killed."
Something about the utterly detached way they said it killed the protagonist's snark in their throat. The antagonist's gaze flicked across their face and they gave a small nod. "My clients don't like loose ends or complications. I've had to put out fires on you twice. Pass you off as some crazy ex."
"I am your crazy ex," the protagonist snapped back. "Crazy for thinking something was wrong, that you might be in trouble when your whole personality shifted overnight. And not in, like, a professional shift, like when you're working a mark-"
"No," the antagonist said with another sigh. "It was exactly in a professional way."
The protagonist blinked. "What the hell does that mean?"
The antagonist stretched their hands out, forearms on the sticky bar tabletop. The protagonist didnt even have time to think before their own hands dropped the cash, snaked their way into their lover's grasp. "Honey," the antagonist said, staring deep into the protagonist's eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that you were the mark."
The protagonist stared. "What?"
They tried to pull back. The antagonist's grip on their wrists tightened. Their face smoothed back into the protective, devoted partner. But the eyes, the eyes were so empty. "It wasn't personal because you were a job," the antagonist said in awful imitation of their past self. Their kind self. Their... fake self?
"No." The protagonist yanked harder. "No! Bullshit. You didn't take anything from me!"
"No? I took you. You for... what was it? 21 months, three weeks?" The antagonist's lips curved. They traced their thumbnail across the delicate skin of the protagonist's inner wrist. "You really are incredible at what you do. A one of a kind skill set."
"No!" They were loud enough a few heads turned. They were smart enough now to clock the heads that didn't. The waitress. The bruiser at the bar. The couple at the next booth over. "We were partners!"
"On jobs I picked, where you never met the other team members?" The antagonist let go. "I secured exclusive use of your services, and I kept you off the board from any other players. Then the job ended. I cut you loose. Now you know. Is that enough closure for you to let this go?"
They asked like it was so reasonable. The antagonist had always had a way of making anything sound reasonable, sensible, the inevitable course of action. The protagonist stared at their own hands still lying on the table and tried to think.
"Why are you telling me this?" they asked.
"I told you my clients don't like loose ends-"
"Neither do you." The protagonist leaned back themselves. "Why are you warning me?"
"God, [protagonist], I'm not a killer. I don't want you dead." The antagonist shifted, hand drifting down to their pocket. "Bad for business, leaving bodies in the wake."
"You did leave a body in your wake," the protagonist said quietly.
"No." The antagonist gathered up their sunglasses, their jacket. "I left a broken heart. People recover from those everyday. You will not recover from what my clients will do if they decide you're a threat."
They stood and - to the protagonist's shock - bent to brush a kiss against their hair. The protagonist flinched.
"For what it's worth," their former partner murmured, "I had fun. Hope you did too."
And once again, they were gone, leaving the protagonist to pick up the pieces and the bill.
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Villaintine's Day 2024 - Crash Meeting
Prompt: Evil Scheme 03 @black-rose-events
Detective who has to investigate a string of crimes and ends up discovering more about Villain than they ever thought they would (could be an identity reveal or a bigger plot or a ���the Villain is actually the good guy and X is actually the antagonist)
(tw car crash mention)
It did not go according to plan.
Detective twitched a little, their fingers fidgeting. There was an unconscious part of their mind that was annoyed at not being able to clasp their hands in front of them, as they were zip-tied behind their back. It helped them think, and in that moment they needed that. To be honest, they were in a slight state of shock. Being caught hadn’t much to do with it.
A couple of weeks ago, there had been a robbery in their neighborhood. It’d happened in a garage. During the night, the cars in repair had been all gone. Detective liked the people that worked there. They were a regular, and the staff never sighed or rolled their eyes every time they presented a very bumpy car that had its windows broken too many times to count, flat tires at least every month, and once had a very long knife stuck in the hood. This kind of petty thievery really made their gears grind, especially from those of one overpowered over-the-top Villains. Of course it was a villain, you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know that. Could you actually believe that someone chose to do that with their abilities? Couldn’t they get a job or something? Detective had no special power, expect perhaps an innate gift to find themself in trouble, but it didn’t matter one bit. Villain had hurt someone they knew, they had to be stopped. Simple as that. Of course the hero agency had been contacted, but the Heroes were much too busy with crimes that “actually mattered” (yes, it was what they’d said on the phone.) Being unchecked, Villain hadn’t stopped there. Their people had broken into private properties just to steal cars, and only cars. It was like the beginning of a bad joke. This was getting really worrying, but the Hero agency didn’t care. As long as it didn’t hurt their sponsors, Detective supposed everything was fine and dandy. Well, not in their book.
It could have gone well. It could have gone very well. Success had been on the tip of their fingers, honestly. They’d gone undercover and had succeeded to find Villain’s headquarters, as well as all the codes to the doors. They’d sent all these findings to the Hero’s agency, just in case, and then they’d met Villain themself. Detective had scoffed at first at – well, everything. The costume, the theatrics, the melodrama. And then, they’d laid down their eyes...and they had frozen. They’d been quiet and still while the henchmen had dragged them away. Even now it was hard to snap out of it. They had no idea how long they’d been stuck in here.
Villain opened the door. The prisoner jumped on their feet. The day before, they would have tried a good old-fashioned headbutt, but not now. Not after what they’d seen. They stared as Villain put their fingertips together in reflection.
“Do you know who am I?” Detective asked abruptly.
Villain smirked:
“Are you going to try that on me? You’re in no position to bluff. You’re a nobody living in a bad neighborhood. That you have ties with the hero agency changes nothing. I doubt that they’ll come to your rescue.”
“No, I mean- Do you not remember me at all? Or are you just pretending?”
That made Villain pause. They examined their prisoner, but something about Detective’s attitude made gloating strangely difficult. Intrigued, even slightly amused, they tilted their head:
“Why should I?”
Detective closed their eyes:
“Okay. Hmm- okay. Do you remember a car crash from fifteen years ago?”
“There are a lot of car crashes in the world, Detective.”
“Not like that one. A blue old-fashioned car pushed another car off the road, and it crashed. It wasn’t an accident. There were four victims: the father, the mother, and two kids. One of them was a dumb twelve year-old. It was me. I got away with a few broken bones.”
“All of this is fascinating, but-”
“I don’t have a lot of memories of this day. I just have pictures, flashes. I saw the other car - how fast it was, how deliberately it bumped into us – the scream of my parents - the hand of my sibling emerging out of the rubble-”
“Are you accusing me?”
“-But I remember the next day very clearly. The grown-ups told me everyone else had died.”
“See, you’ve got this the wrong way. I am the one who is supposed to tell you my tragic origin story.”
“I think I am telling yours. You have a birth mark on your left hand that looks like a pentagram. My sibling had the same.”
There was a silence.
“Don’t you remember?" asked Detective with something akin to desperation. "Don’t you remember at all?”
Villain staggered on their feet. Unable to catch them up, Detective knelt next to them when they grabbed the wall, their knees buckling under them.
“The car,” Villain finally whispered. “Did it look – Was it a sedan?”
“I think so.”
“I see it. I see it all the time in my dreams.”
They wiped their forehead with a shaking hand:
“I-I thought you were an imaginary friend. No one told me I had a real sibling.”
“What happened to you?”
Villain avoided their gaze:
“Bad things.”
They lapsed into silence again, until Detective cleared their throat:
“Can you, uh-”
Villain pulled out a knife and cut the zip-ties that bound Detective’s hands. They stayed like this for a few tense seconds, barely glancing at each other, until Villain held out a tentative hand. Detective took a step closer and reeled them into their arms. Villain’s spine went rigid at first, but Detective awkwardly patted their back until they slowly relaxed.
“Am I the older sibling?” asked Villain.
“You wish. You’re two years younger. Why are you stealing cars?”
“Oh, it was going to be a very sophisticated scheme. Everyone thinks so anyway. But I think- I’m really looking for that blue car. I can’t think of something else. I keep getting back to it.”
“Do you want to look together?”
“I-Maybe?”
“Good.” Detective pressed them tighter. “Because I’m not going to let anything happen to you again. And I really, really want to know why everyone lied to us.”
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Unexpected OTP Pairings ✨
❥ Okay I know Valentine’s Day was last week! Almost two weeks ago! But recently I’ve been wanting to branch out a bit with my blog writing, & writing prompts are something I love a lot! So, I’m trying something new & came up with a few OTP ideas! I hope you enjoy, thank you & have fun!
❥ F x M writing prompts! I didn't specify who is who though so everyone can read!
Former! Villain x Superhero
Not even a real villain, just some dumb person who steals things but is actually really nice in real life! But when a superhero comes to stop them, they instantly fall in love! Seriously has heart eyes & doesn't pay any attention to the hero’s grand pre-fight speech.
Or doesn’t put up a fight at all, just hands them the stolen goods & escapes. Leaving Hero completely confused as the Villain they were supposed to stop didn’t even bother fighting, which is still good but they’re still confused.
After this, the Villain now decides to become a Superhero!! To not only impress their new crush but also because they've always really wanted to be one anyways! It was just the push they needed.
Cue them now running the streets in a completely different outfit trying their best to stop the bad guys! Usually, it doesn’t end well though: they’ll trip over the air & let them escape, or maybe just show up late to the fight & it’s already over.
It’s even worse when their Hero crush joins the fray, and then they’re really clumsy or just start sputtering like an old car. Their former henchmen, now turned sidekicks, try to console them as they lay on the couch completely embarrassed by their feats.
Oooooor, they are super confident & much better at being a superhero than they ever were being a Villain. Maybe this confidence goes to their head a bit & will literally try flirting with Hero on the battlefield! Hero gets a bit embarrassed sometimes & their other super-friends tease them about it. If this does happen, Hero might end up trying to run away from the former Villain in an effort to focus on their job. But it just ends up being really funny to watch.
Bonus: They have opposite powers or maybe one has no powers at all.
Dashing Thief x Friendly! Detective
I'm sorry this one is a bit short!
A notorious thief with a heart of gold who only ever steals from bad guys & acts more as a Robin Hood character than any. Hardly ever keeps anything for themselves; just struts around after dark on the lookout for anything suspicious. Not one person has been able to catch them & their identity remains a mystery. Would be cool if they were a nobleman/woman or had some kind of big fancy hideout.
The detective is actually their friend/partner (maybe)! The good egg who actually sees the thief’s true intentions instead of just mucking around in a Halloween costume. Although they're pretty ticked at the way Thief does things, they usually keep their coworkers & the boss off Thief's trail. Maybe a newbie or an intern at the detective agency, determined to prove themselves on the field.
Maybe they met as civilians & the thief switched to a disguise to hide from authorities, but bumped into the detective who was out on a coffee break. It was love at first sight for both of them, so cute! 😆 They do a lot of coffee dates now, but sometimes Detective overdoes it.....
One is the brains, and the other is the brawn. Together they can get any job done! The Detective’s coworkers find it strange how the Thief shows up more often when they're specifically on the job. The Boss is suspicious but sometimes finds them cute.
Often swing by each other’s places to not only hangout but help each other with cases or special kinds of info. If the Thief has any sidekicks, no doubt they’ll spill funny stories of missions gone wrong or close calls.
Stealing each other's hats and impersonating the other one for fun, then cue a playful chase scene around the room! So cute!
Dragon x Wizard
I know some people like fantasy stuff!
A dragon is resting in their cave until they hears footsteps at the entrance. But instead of finding a grumpy old knight, they find a wizard! Maybe the Wizard was exploring the caves nearby or on a journey to the next town, but instead of feeling scared or angry, they started fangirling/fanboying over the dragon instead! 😆
Likes to ask them all sorts of questions & sometimes can’t stop talking. Now Wizard can come whenever they like & the two become friends!
The Wizard visits whenever they can, showing off all sorts of new spells or potions they've created. Even though it might not be as impressive as their fire, the Dragon still finds it cool & applauds.
The Dragon will always try to impress their wizard friend with tall tales of each piece of treasure. How they got it, where they found it, if they fought anyone over it, etc. But sometimes those stories are exaggerated…
The Wizard will be in absolute awe at the Dragon’s stories & can’t help but be a complete chatterbox about it. Asking more questions about different things like how their magic works, how they can fly with all that extra weight, or if they can learn a fire-breathing spell from them instead—
If the Wizard lives in a tower then the Dragon will visit just as frequently! Usually it’s in the early morning or during sundown when there are fewer people around. But if the Wizard lives in a town or city, it might take some time for the Dragon to come around. It’s not that they don’t care, but dragons are more solitary creatures. They likely won’t be found anywhere other than their own home or nearby.
Either way, they enjoy each other's company & the dragon likes to ask questions about different thingamabobs on the Wizard's shelves.
They can both be pretty clingy but that’s sometimes a bit tough to handle because the poor wizard has to be extra careful pouring bottles or waving their wand around if a pair of arms are wrapped around them. Doesn’t mind but sometimes will complain if their partner won’t stay still.
Extra Duo!
Since I loved the superhero one a lot I thought of another one: what if a Hero’s Sidekick & a Villain’s Henchman fall in love! They end up sneaking out on rooftops for dates or waving/winking at each other on the battle field. The Henchman does end up giving Sidekick any tips about their next plan.
Cue the Villain throwing a tantrum in their lair wondering why the Hero is always one step ahead of them. 😅
They like to hangout in civilian settings together! Bonus if they found out on accident lol
If their Bosses end up finding out it’s like sneaking back into your house at night, but then the Hero/Villain turns the lights on in their pajamas like “Where were you?? I thought you were asleep!”
Bonus if the Henchman or both villains become heroes at the end!
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Angst? 🥺 family, friends, lovers idc I want be sad
Whump Angstttttttt
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“Kidnapees don’t talk.” The thief cocked their gun, barrel only millimetres from the civilian’s face. “So shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your skull.”
The civilian swallowed, hard, struggling to pull themselves together with a quivering lip. “Y-you have to understand; you have t-the wrong guy.”
For a moment, the thief’s expression softened and the civilian felt a brief relief wash over them like an ocean wave. But like all waves do, it barely lasted a second before it was gone and the thief’s lips curled into a smile. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough for that to work on?”
“…well—”
“Hero doesn’t just date someone without telling them about their whole operation. They’re quite known for having loose lips.”
Clenching their teeth, the civilian sucked air in between them as they tried not to shake so visibly. “I-I’m not dating Hero.”
With a sigh the thief dropped their gun, a futile threat since the civilian was secured to a post from head to toe with coarse rope. Taking a step back, but still maintaining eye contact with their captive as a chuckle rose in their throat. “Let me get this straight…”
Like a deer in headlights the civilian watched intently as the thief began to shuffle through their pockets. Pulling out and revealing a few palm sized printed photographs, the civilian’s stomach sunk.
Each one had a blurry yet decipherable picture of them and their significant other in it. Taken from outside their windows, sliding glass patio door, front door, etc. Until the thief stopped on one specific print of everybody’s well-known saviour, Hero, changing out of their suit into their civilian attire with the completely oblivious Civilian one closed door away.
They held the picture up to eye level. “You mean to tell me that this—” the criminal tapped the small figure of the civilian’s lover with one finger, “isn’t your sweetheart in their work clothes?”
It wasn’t worth pretending that their heart hadn’t stopped in that moment, or that their blood turned cold. The villain in front of them already knew, they could see it in their face and they could feel it in the air that stuck between them.
So when the civilian opened their mouth they didn’t even know where the strength had come from to speak. “I-I don’t, they’re not… Hero…”
The thief lowered the image back into their pocket along with the others. “I don’t believe you.”
To be fair, the civilian didn’t believe themselves either.
“But, I do doubt that you knew.” Three steps and the gap between the two was only a breath wide. “Which is odd, considering they’ve never been so cautious before. Maybe they really like you.”
Although the civilian was hearing the words coming from the other’s mouth, they weren’t registering them, barely focused enough to realize how much danger they were in at the moment. All they could think about was their lover and the undeniable risk they had been putting the civilian in for the past two years without regard for their safety.
Or that maybe the other didn’t like them enough to trust them.
Or that maybe their relationship had been a front for investigative purposes all along.
Or that—
“Are you even listening to me?” The thief’s strong hand grasped their jaw, jolting the civilian back to reality. They scoffed when the other’s eyes cleared back to the present and let go of their face, pushing back and away from the civilian. “Ready to listen? Or should I just leave you to rot down here?”
Without really understanding the civilian nodded, but their preoccupied mind wouldn’t stop trying to wander as the thief pushed for their attention. However, their captor seemed satisfied with their response and continued.
“You, are clearly incapable of being any help to me—”
“So you’ll let me go?” It was a long shot and their voice quivered as they spoke, but they couldn’t stop themselves from trying.
The thief glared at the civilian, shaking their head no. “Obviously not. But, your precious Hero is sure to coming breaking down the door in the next twenty-four hours or so, which means that you will get your freedom, right after I question your Hero. Alright? For now just be a good little prisoner and sit tight.”
Usually, the civilian would’ve made a snarky comment about not being able to sit when they were tied standing to the post, but they didn’t have the energy anymore. They just wanted to go home, grab their things and leave, never to see the hero again.
But now they were tied up and going to be forced to face their lying lover where they couldn’t escape.
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Prompt #3327
“Oh,” the henchman whispered. “Of course you were just using me. I should’ve seen- why would someone like you ever want someone like me? It makes perfect sense. I was just a route to [supervillain].”
“It’s not like that-”
“Isn’t it? Look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise.”
“I...”
The henchman smiled, tiny and wavering. “See? Just using me.” They scrubbed their hands across their eyes, looked away. “I- I need to go. [Supervillain] needs to know about the potential breach in his security.”
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Prompt #38
This was not at all what Thief was expecting to find in Superhero’s house. What the hell was he supposed to do now?! Oh- Oh god it’s coming closer! Wait, no!
“Mama!” Superhero smiled when she heard her child welcoming her so warmly, until she saw what was going on. “I made a friend!” the kid smiled like the sunshine she is but her “friend” looked like he wanted to sink into the ground. Thief was sitting on the ground, next to Superhero’s child, covered in glitter and some princess dress up crown placed atop his head.
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writing snippet #24
tw: tasers/electrocution
Hero flipped to avoid another attack, balancing on their hands before the momentum carried them off over the scattered crates of the warehouse. They landed on bent knees and dove out of the way when Thief went to smack them with their heel, kicking down at where their form had once been.
The hero clenched their jaw and their fist connected with Thief’s exposed side, right where they knew the kidney’s were. The master thief held back a choked gasp and collapsed onto their knees, smacking into the concrete. Hero grinned under their breath and swung onto their feet, grabbing the back of their collar.
Thief could hardly fight when they were jerked back, a rough hand pinning them onto their back. Under the mask, their face wrinkled in pain, taking jagged breaths.
“Cute,” they wheezed. “Playing dirty?”
Hero grit their teeth and frowned. “Tell me what you want with this stuff.”
The warehouse was barren, the security droids deactivated when Thief had snuck into the place. Some of the crates were smuggling a powerful energy source that had started going missing in various places. Hero had pinpointed the final location and managed to apprehend the thief before they could get their hands on it.
Except, they hadn't expected this particular thief to be behind the crime.
Their muscles were aching; they were a formidable opponent. Almost too good. Hero had been bested by them far too many times, and they were going to put them away for good this time.
“My motto is steal, don’t tell,” Thief forced a grin, but their voice was still strained from the attack on their kidney’s. “Although, if you’re willing to give me a little kiss...”
The hero went hot around the collar, but swiftly hid it by violently jostling them, yanking them up by the front of their shirt. Thief groaned softly, pain rippling up to their ribs.
“We can either do this here, or a prison cell,” Hero spat, tightening their grip until their knuckles went white. “Your choice.”
Thief tilted their head. “How about neither?”
Beneath them, their legs jerked upwards, knocking Hero forward against their hips, a surprised gasp escaping them. They had to let go of their shirt to brace themselves against the floor, palms smacking into the concrete painfully. Thief took this opportunity and wrapped their legs around their waist, flipping them both over.
Hero felt the air being ripped from their lungs, as they landed on their stomach, Thief’s weight hot and heavy against their lower back. Their arm was twisted behind their back and the other pinned above their head, tearing an angry groan from their lips.
Thief sighed in satisfaction and relaxed, gripping their wrist until the hero caved, letting out a painful cry.
“Now, this is much prettier sight,” they purred. “But unfortunately, I’m on a tight schedule here. I ought to get going.”
Hero felt a hard fist smack into the side of their temple, and they saw a plethora of bright stars. They wheezed against the ground and rolled clumsily onto their side, trying to blink away the haziness. They briefly saw the whirling figure of Thief cranking open one of their crates, and they grit their teeth, determination surging through them.
They dragged themselves onto their feet and darted towards them, throwing a particularly nasty roundhouse kick that Thief only just narrowly avoided. Their foot smashed against the crate, reducing it to nothing but splinters. They landed and felt their vision blur, but directed a deadly glare towards them.
Thief was empty handed, but they could tell they were shaking with anger. “God sake, Hero, give it a rest!”
So the hero definitely didn’t give it a rest.
They attacked with more verocity than before, their fists flying in anger and being blocked expertly each time. It was truly astounding how Thief could keep up so effortlessly, but they seemed to grow bored of their games and grabbed their wrist, flinging them against the wall.
Their shoulder clipped against a mess of wires and an electric circuit popped as they sunk to the ground. It sparked and coughed and suddenly, they were hearing mechanical clunking and whirring. They squinted across the warehouse to find the security droids online, their eyes glowering a bright red.
Hero gasped as they jolted towards their direction, and suddenly an influx of them were rolling towards them, the smooth patch where their hand would be sparking with lights. They scrambled to their feet and desperately searched for the thief. They had already hopped high into the rafters, with something tucked under their arm and a grappling hook clutched in the other.
Hero dodged a swing from the security droid, not fond of the taser’s they planned to subdue them with, despite not being the real threat at hand.
“Thief!” They screamed, forced to take their eyes off them to kick away one of the droids. It tipped over and unceremoniously clattered to the ground.
Thief balanced on the railings, sending them a disasterously pleased grin. “Good luck!”
They blew them a kiss, before they were yanked through the open window by the grappling hook, disappearing off into the night. Hero cursed under their breath and evaded another swing. They kicked away a few more pathetic security droids before diving across the other side of the broken crates, heading towards the exit.
But Hero hadn’t expected one knocked down security droid to thrust it’s taser against their calf, and the hero definitely wasn’t expecting the agonising pain that engulfed them. They clenched their jaw, leg going numb, until they crumbled under their weight and smacked into the ground.
They felt another security droid jam a taser into their stomach, and the hero saw white. They let out a painful shriek as their body spasmed, excruciating pain wracking their bones and zapping up their spine. It only seemed to grow worse, until their mind started to shut down and they could hardly breathe.
What was going on? These were meant to subdue the criminals, not kill them!
Tears welled in their eyes, their body too rigid to move under the bouts of electricity pounding through them. They couldn’t even open their mouth to say they were Hero – like that might work. Static pulsed through their skull, until they heard a smash echoing around them, and the taser’s were ripped away from their body.
The hero sucked in a desperate breath, but it felt like fire was climbing up their throat. They deteriorated into a violent fit of coughs, gasping for air. They curled their arms around their stomach, pressing against the flesh, their body still twitching slightly from the aftermath of the attack.
Their head swarmed with a throbbing headache, and they felt arms slip under their legs and across their back, lifting them off the floor. They whimpered at the fiery pain and pressed against the warm chest, unaware that tears had slid down their cheeks sometime earlier. There was a rush of wind and their stomach was churning with the swift sensations, like whoever it was was jumping down from once surface to another.
They groaned in pain and tried blinking their eyes open, but the wind pierced their eyes like knives and only made them shrivel up more into the comfortable chest. They felt the ground again and their eyes flickered open once more, blinking back the black spots on the edges of their vision.
They could hear someone’s voice, fuzzy in their ears. Hero released a shuddering sigh and shifted closer into their arms, grateful they had saved them from that excruciating pain, now a dull ache that occasionally sparked more painfully than before.
“I should bring a taser to our next fight,” the voice murmured, dryly amused. “They make you very clingy.”
Shit. Hero recognised that voice. Their body felt too heavy to pull away, simply trying to muster up enough strength to squint their eyes through the darkness of the night.
“Thief...” They slurred quietly, causing the criminal to sigh heavily and hold them tighter.
“Be quiet. You’re a real nuisance, you know that?”
Hero’s fogged up brain finally came to a shocking conclusion, almost jerking them awake. Thief had just saved them from the security droids; they had the energy source, and they had the opportunity to escape. Why hadn’t they?
They felt something brush against their cheek, so soft they leaned into it, but it was gone before they could figure out what it was.
“And here I thought you could handle some silly droids,” Thief mocked, making the hero frown. “I was in my right mind to leave you there.”
Hero’s throat felt tight as they clutched their stomach tighter. “You should’ve.”
“Yeah,” Thief muttered lazily, shrugging their shoulders. “Probably.”
“No, really...” Hero forced a weak smile as the sound of distant sirens reached their ears. “Secruity droids alert the police. You’re going to be arrested.”
Thief’s eyes widened as their head snapped to the side, straightening up. The screeching of police sirens and the roaring engines were drawing closer in mere moments, and the thief’s expression tightened in anger for just a split second.
A sharp clacking sound dragged their attention back towards the hero, gaze dropping to their arm. They saw a handcuff around their wrist, and stared at Hero, seeing the other locked around their own. They were smiling dazily, their eyes unfocused in the darkness.
“Can’t run,” they muttered softly, trying to chuckle, but it seemed they had used all their remaining energy to shackle them both together. “I caught you.”
Thief raised a brow, before a smirk rose on their lips. They pulled Hero closer, brushing a strand of their hair behind their ear with their gloved hand. “Hero, what makes you think I won’t just take you with me?”
They gently played with their locks. “This doesn’t stop me. You think I’m going to sit here and wait to get arrested?”
Hero’s eyes were glittering in confusion as they tried to decipher what Thief was saying. The criminal sighed in amusement and shook their head, wedging their hand out of the handcuff. Hero hadn’t even been able to tighten it properly, but it was to be expected.
It was a cute attempt, though.
They pulled away from them, almost pleased when the hero tried to clutch onto them, grumbling under their breath. Thief scooped up their prize and tucked it under their arm again. Hero watched them as the sirens grew louder, piercing through their skull.
“It was nice, as always,” Thief sighed with a smile on their face, rolling their shoulders back with satisfying pop. They stepped over the hero and turned back to give them a wink through the mask. “You owe me for this. I want you to remember that.”
Hero rolled onto their side with a pained gasp, their fist digging into the ground below them. They could only muster a frustrated glare as the thief jogged across the concrete, sending them an enthusiastic wave.
“See you, love you!” They called, before spinning around, and disappearing off into the darkness. Hero clenched their jaw and fell back onto their back as the flashing blue and red lights cascaded across their figure, dancing on the ground.
They closed their eyes. “Fuck you.”
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Short Prompt #52
“A jewel for my jewel,” Thief purred, coming up from behind to drape the sapphire pendant around Villain’s neck.
Villain grinned, whirling in their seat and immediately holding out their cupped hands. “A bug for my bug!”
“…” Thief grimaced. “Ok, you’re weirdly adorable, but get that thing away from me right now.”
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cat and mouse
“The thrill of the chase consumes you,” the detective says aloud. There’s no one else in the museum, supposedly, but he can sense the thief’s presence. He tries to think of something else that may lure them into conversation. “It gives you an inflated sense of self.”
“You forget yourself, detective,” the thief whispers, their breath hot on his ear. The detective can’t help but stiffen, although the thief’s proximity is only for a moment. Sure enough, the thief is soon standing a few meters away. “Trust me, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” the thief asserts. The detective can’t exactly take comfort in that statement, for obvious reasons. He supposes the words would mean something if the thief were trustworthy but, unfortunately, they are not. The thief’s beliefs and attitudes are fickle. The detective could be in their favor one moment and on the chopping block the next. No sense in rationalizing that kind of waverance.
“You’re a thief, not a murderer,” the detective feels the need to say regardless. The thief levels them with an inquisitive gaze for a rather long time. Just when he begins to twitch under the pressure, they look away.
“Or so they say,” the thief says casually, making an encompassing motion with their hands. The gleam in their eyes speaks to their amusement, but the dark smile on their face is pure malice.
“You don’t want me dead,” the detective backtracks to the thief’s prior statement. He stares at them, trying to find hints of their thoughts in their posture. Somehow, the thief is a blank slate. There is nothing memorable in their frame or their expression. The detective can’t help but think that they’re practiced at hiding behind a facade.
“Not just yet,” the thief answers, crossing their arms over their chest. They bring a hand to their chin in evident contemplation. “Might have to ask again in a few weeks.”
“You're going to the Renaissance art gallery,” the detective realizes aloud, shooting the thief a questioning look. For a long moment, the burglar just stares at them in silence. The detective frowns and tries to think of the error in his statement. There will be a gallery in exactly three weeks in this very museum. The thief’s eyes had flitted about the space as they uttered the phrase: “a few weeks.” The detective put two and two together. It was a simple deduction, really.
“Very clever, detective,” the thief then remarks, falling to a crouching position. They mess with something metallic in their hands. The detective wants to identify what it is, but the object disappears in the blink of an eye. The thief must sense his gaze and they smirk. “You truly are as sharp as they say.”
“Perhaps not,” the detective sighs. His next words slip from his lips with little effort. “You always seem to allude me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” the thief remarks. Before the detective can so much as flinch, there are hands pulling at his collar. To his surprise, when he looks down, he finds that the collar of his coat is folded down. The detective scowls and squints at the thief, who materializes in front of him within a few seconds. Was that really necessary?
“You have some sort of superpower,” the detective announces instead. The cogs and gears in his mind are beginning to turn- albeit a bit more slowly than he’d like. The thief remains infuriatingly silent. “Enhanced speed... Agility?”
“You’ll get there, eventually,” the thief smiles understandingly, which is a strange expression to witness. Their gaze has yet to move from the detective’s face and it’s starting to throw him off. “I have faith.”
“Coming from you, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.” The detective frowns.
“I’m offended, dear detective,” the thief chuckles. They procure a golden coin out of seemingly nowhere and spin it on the tip of their finger. The detective becomes so focused on the coin that it takes them a few moments to process what the thief says next. “My faith is the eighth wonder of the world.” The detective lets out a choked laugh, resisting the compelling urge to facepalm.
“Ah, so you can play along. Good to know... for future reference.” The thief remarks, the mischievous grin on their face only increasing. The detective takes a deep breath. “Well. As fun as this has been, I really must get going.”
The detective doesn’t know what to say, so he settles for remaining quiet. The thief maintains eye contact for a bit, as if searching for something in his expression. The thief then nods and their image phases for the briefest of moments. A hand slips through the detective’s for the briefest of moments. The detective looks down, only to find that he’s now grasping a single rose. The thief’s laugh echoes throughout the halls of the museum. It seems that, in the detective’s distraction, they managed to escape. The detective can’t quite summon the frustration that he should be feeling.
When he makes it back to his office, the detective places the single rose in a vase on his desk and resolutely pretends not to think about the alluring thief.
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apparently, a performer gives a rose to the person that they dedicate their performance to! [I definitely did not just learn of that through an ace attorney fic]
also, it pissed me off that “waverance” isn’t a word so i made it one. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ grammar is my bitch.
finally... listening to gimme!gimme!gimme! by abba while writing this was THE MOVE. the!!!!!! move!!!!!
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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.
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—
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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Music Box Mayhem
Thief had waited all night for this moment. Hours of servicing the entitled elite, trying to avoid the watchful gaze of Supervillain's henchmen was finally paying off. The bejeweled lid of the Ophidian Music Box glistened in the pale moonlight, peering through the thick curtains. It sat on a red velvet pillow--which complimented its beauty--in the display closest to the office desk. This would likely be their most successful heist; assuming, of course, they could make it off the grounds of Supervillain's manor. Between security, the guests, and Supervillain themself, it wouldn't be an easy escape. They could worry about that later. Thief reached for the box--
The door handle jiggled. Thief dove behind the desk, shrinking into a tight ball as warm light bathed the room. The door quickly shut with a soft click--only one person had entered. The newcomer shuffled through the room as Thief crawled to the other side of the desk. As long as it wasn't Supervillain or their right hand, they would be easy to take out. Thief peeked from their hiding spot and... Came face-to-face with Hero?
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Hero froze, hands hovering over the sides of the box as he looked down at Thief.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
"I'm getting the Ophidian Music Box, obviously. Why else would I be here?"
"I should've known," he said with a disapproving shake of his head. "Of course you want to get your grubby little paws on the music box. I imagine you're going to sell it off instead--"
"Oh shut it with your self-righteous garbage. I'm going to sell it because I like money. And a good reputation. And stealing is fun. Now if you excuse me, I'm just gonna grab it and be on my way." Thief stepped forward, reaching for the music box. Hero sprung between the artifact and the thief, earning a glare from the criminal. "I was here first, so I get to keep it."
"That's not how it works! It should be returned to the museum for everyone to see--not locked away in some rich guy's vault!"
"Okay? How does that effect me? Honestly, I'm impressed your girlfriend tolerates you. You're such a nag. And you're dull."
"Girlfriend?"
"Uh yeah, Villain obviously."
"I'm not a dull nag," Hero grumbled as his ears reddened. "And-and Villain isn't my girlfriend! She's my enemy."
Thief snorted, giving him a pat on the arm. "Sure, buddy."
"Why do you insist on provoking me? All I want to do is return the music box to its rightful place." Hero sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to fight with you, Thief. If we set aside our differences and take the music box back together, we can both get what we want: your reputation as a good thief and the artifact in its rightful place." Hero offered his hand. "What do you say?"
Thief blinked at Hero, looking from his hand to the music box and back again. "You really think--"
The door handle twisted.
"Hide," Thief hissed. Hero pounced behind the desk as Thief sandwiched themself flat between a couch and coffee table. It wasn't the best hiding place in the world, but it was better than being in the open. Thief heard a single pair of footsteps stride through the room, pausing near the desk. How to get the music box and escape? The thief considered their options.
They could draw attention to the desk and slip behind the newcomer, grabbing the Ophidian Music Box. Hero would be stuck dealing with them, the other person would be distracted, and Thief could flee with their prize. It was risky--especially if the newcomer had powers--but with Hero there, perhaps that wasn't too much of a concern. He had powers and was harebrained enough to protect them.
Thief snaked forward to get a better look at who they were dealing with. They chanced a look over the table... And found Villain standing before the artifact.
"Seriously?! You're here too?!" Villain twirled around, her dress flowing with the movement. Just like every other outfit at the party, it was gaudy and flamboyant, impractical for a heist. Thief jumped to their feet and glared at the villain. She offered a genuine smile. The audacity.
"My dear, Thief! I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Though now that I have, I should've expected someone with your ambitions to be lurking around."
"What are you doing here?"
"You're always a nosey one," Villain hummed. "If you must know, this fine box will look great in my bedroom. I need something new to hold all my jewelry, and what better thing than the Ophidian Music Box? Now I'm tempted to ask you the same question, but I'm more interested to know who's hiding in here with you." Hero sheepishly emerged from behind the desk, blushing more than before.
"H-hey, Villain." Villain looked Hero up and down. He blushed harder.
"Hello, darling Hero. I didn't expect you here, either. I'm not one to complain though, you certainly clean up nicely," she purred. The hero-in-denial swallowed thickly while Thief gagged.
"First you ruin my plans, and now you're subjecting me to your flirting? At least be decent enough to wait until I'm out of the room."
"Don't be so grumpy. I haven't seen my lovely Hero in a while, and I should be allowed to chat with him. However, I am curious about these plans of yours. They don't have anything to do with my box, do they?"
"My plans are called none of your business. Now if you excuse me, I would like to get what I came here for and be on my way." Thief reached for the box again only for Villain to slap their hand away.
"The box needs to go back to the museum." Hero finally regained his voice. Both criminals stared at him. "Please, let me take it back where it belongs." Villain pouted and walked up to the hero, leaving Thief to roll their eyes. Of all the heroes and villains in the city, why did they have to get stuck with these two?
"But Hero, don't you think it'd look great in my room?"
"I-I don't know, I've nev-never seen your room."
"Oh right, that's truly a shame. Perhaps we should fix that." Villain punctuated her point with a wink. That was all it took to reduce Hero into a blushing mess and leave Thief to bury their face in their hands.
"You two are so embarrassing. How can you say the things you say and still show your faces in public? Actually, I don't care. I came here for the box, not to watch the two of you do...whatever this is." They gestured vaguely to the pair as they stalked to their prize.
"Not so fast," Villain tsked. An invisible force pushed against the thief. Not hard enough to knock them over, but enough to keep them away from reaching their goal. Again. "Who said you get to have the music box? Why do you think you deserve it more than myself, or even Hero?"
Thief glared. "I can give you an alphabetical list of reasons why I--"
The door handle turned.
"Hide." Villain pulled Hero behind the curtains as Thief ducked around a neighboring display. Just as before, only a single person entered the room. Dressed in a security guard uniform, they headed straight for the Ophidian Music Box. Thief studied the newcomer. They should be easy to take out as a low-level security guard who was probably sent to... It was Vigilante. Because of course it was Vigilante!
"You have got to be kidding me. At this rate, I'm going to throw myself out the window." Vigilante jumped as the criminal emerged from the darkness, muttering a string of swears under their breath. "I can't have nice things, can I? You people are just determined to ruin my night!"
"It's good to see you too, Thief," Vigilante said flatly.
"Save your pleasantries. I'm not in the mood for idle chitchat."
"You're never in the mood for idle chitchat."
"Who asked you anyway?" They grumbled, turning to the window. "You two can come out now. Unless you're being weird, in which case spare us and stay behind the curtains." The pair came shuffling out a moment later, Villain smiling and Hero hopelessly red. Throwing themself out the window was becoming more desirable by the second. It was almost worth leaving the box behind. Almost.
"Why are you here, Vigilante?" Villain asked, sitting herself on Supervillain's desk.
"I have a feeling I'm here for the same reason as the rest of you. Does the Ophidian Music Box ring a bell?"
Thief groaned, dramatically throwing back their head. "Of course your here for the box. Why wouldn't you be here for it?"
"What do you plan on doing with it?" Hero asked.
"I'm giving it to the museum. But only if they pay me, otherwise I'll keep it."
"You're ransoming it to the museum?!"
"When you put it that way, it sounds bad."
"That's because it is bad. You can't ransom the box to the museum, it belongs to them!"
Vigilante shrugged. "It's no different than what you're doing. I'm just getting money for it."
"Now Vigilante," Villain interjected, "I can appreciate a good hustle. You're plan actually isn't bad, but I think you should sit this one out. There's already three of us who want the box, adding you into the mix makes it more complicated."
"I hate to agree with her, but she's right," Thief mumbled. "I already have to deal with these two, I do not need to deal with you too."
Vigilante gasped, slapping a hand over their chest in mock offense. "That really hurts, Thief. I thought we were friends. I mean, we're not so different you and I."
"And that is exactly why we're not friends. You go around saying things like that."
"Come on now, you know I'm not--"
"Alright, that's enough." Hero stepped between the pair, and made an effort to look at everyone. Despite his best attempt to mask his feelings, Thief noticed a hint of irritation in his eyes. Mr. Goodytwoshoes could get annoyed if they pressed hard enough. "Clearly we're getting nowhere by arguing about the Ophidian Music Box. We all want it for one reason or another, but no one is going to get it if we continue to bicker. So, let's talk this out. We'll each present a case for why we want the music box, and then we can decide who gets it."
"I can see what you're trying to do, darling, but diplomacy isn't going to get us far. We all came for the music box, and I doubt any of us are willing to leave without it," Villain pointed out.
"I have to agree with Villain," Vigilante hummed, "which is exactly why I'll just take the music box off your hands. You can thank me later." Before Thief could protest, Hero put himself between the artifact and Vigilante. They eyed each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Villain rolled her eyes with a scoff, slipping off the desk and prowling toward the bickering crime-stoppers.
"Like he said, we're getting nowhere like this. Just let me take it and we can all go home for the night. Except for you, Hero. You can come home with me, if you'd like." That earned yet another blush from the hero and a long sigh from Thief.
"Great. He's definiently going to side with you on the matter because of your manipulation."
"She-she's not manipulating me!"
"I'm not manipulating him," Villain echoed. "Though I'm curious to know why you're trying to turn us against each other. It does conviently work in your favor if the two of us fight."
"Oh no, you don't get to accuse me of manipulating him."
The three of them were arguing. Well, it was more like Villain and Vigilante were arguing while Hero tried to keep the already shaky peace. Thief tuned them out. The others left Thief forgotten and the box open for the taking. They had one shot to claim their prize and make a run for it. They would make it good.
Thief snatched the music box and made a break for the door, failing to notice the handle fidgeting again.
Supervillain entered their office, taking a step back as they took in the sight. They looked from Villain to Hero to Vigilante before their eyes finally settled on Thief and the Ophidian Music Box. Shutting the door behind them, they leaned against it and smiled.
"Now what do we have here?"
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This thing is 2125 words long. I thought it would maybe be around 1500 words, but apparently not. I'm never writing again. I'm kidding, but wow this is the longest snippet I've written. And I've only written five. Anyway, there's probably some mistakes. I wrote and finished this all on my phone, so I might go and edit it when I have access to a computer. Hope you enjoy.
#thief#hero x villain#heroes and villains#heroes and villains community#I've been rewatching Leverage#One of my favorite episodes is The Rashomon Job so if you've seen that episode#you can tell this snippet is inspired (arguably heavily) by that#poor thief#they can't catch a break#all they wanted was to get money#instead they're stuck with three people after the same thing they are#Also I didn't intend for the hero x villain stuff to be so overt#I wanted to simply imply it#but that clearly didn't go as planned#Alternative titles include: The Turning of the Handle#Thief Can't Catch a Break#and The Music Box Job
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The safe cracker was in nirvana - all alone with an honest god Victor-Schneibel 3000 Magnum that was all theirs to play with, with four locks and glass tumblers and the hair trigger stopper motor and the 3 centimeters of allowance. They’d long ago lost all sense of time and place, focused on coaxing the mysteries out of a mad genius’s masterwork. That was why they didn’t hear any one coming until the hands fell on their shoulders.
“What’s going on, nerd?” the face crowed in their ear.
The safe cracker jumped a foot in the air and screamed. The diamond head drill slipped. Glass shattered and the Victor-Schneibel door went from a sophisticated piece of machinery to 1000 pounds of dead weight.
“Mm, nice to see you again too,” the face said, pushing their sunglasses up on top of their head. “I was thrilled to hear we’d be working together again.”
“You - what - I -” the safe cracker sputtered. The face looked like a million bucks because of course they did, that was their whole deal. Some kind of shiny jacket, sleeves rolled up, over white t-shirt and black jeans that clung to them like...
Belatedly their words hit the safe cracker’s brain. “No,” the safe cracker uttered, and turned their face up to the shadows of their warehouse prep room. “No! I’m not working with them! Not again!”
“But we had so much fun on the last one,” the face purred, planting a hand over the safe cracker’s shoulder, trapping them against the Victor-Schneibel. “Don’t you remember?”
The safe cracker did. The frantic dash through gunfire, the panicked chase through the city streets. Then the emergence into public space and the face suddenly spinning them around, their lips closing over the safe cracker’s in hunger and desperation. The feeling of melting into the embrace, the shock and joy of thinking for a few moments that their feelings were returned - only for the guards to run past, and the face to pull back with their usual cool smirk. "Don't get excited babe," they'd said with a wild laugh, "It's just business."
Remember it? It was all the safe cracker had thought about for a year and a half.
“I remember almost dying,” the safe cracker snapped, hating the feeling of heat rushing to their cheeks. The face was right there, not quite pinning them in place but far too close not to notice. “And somebody not able to keep their hands to themselves.”
The face grinned. “Are you still pretending you don’t like it?” they murmured, leaning in way closer than 3 centimeters of allowance. Those perfectly manicured fingers twitched the safe cracker’s collar into place. “You’re so serious, babe. It’s cute, but it’s cuter when you loosen up a little-”
“What’s going on?”
Never had the safe cracker been so glad to see the mastermind, materializing out of the warehouse shadows as if summoned.
The face took a half step back. “Just getting re-acquainted-” they started to say with smooth respect.
“Not you.” The mastermind’s gaze skimmed quickly over the jagged hole in the safe, the dropped drill, the stopwatch speeding away through microseconds, then flicked to the safe cracker and the face.
The safe cracker cleared their throat. “I got it open. Twice. You can check the tape,” they added, gesturing towards the camera in the corner of the room. They took vicious satisfaction to see the face’s double take and slight widening of their eyes. “Now I’m just running some, ah, fail safe scenarios. See how long it would actually take to brute force the thing.”
The tense crease between the mastermind’s eyebrows deepened. But they did not force the issue. "Great," they said briskly. "Glad to see you two remember each other. [Face], you'll be on escort duty. You've done it before. I'm sure we trust you to get our asset here to the location."
"Course, boss," the face said with a little salute, settling back into their normal cheerful swagger. They gave the safe cracker a nudge. "Can't wait to see you in your glad rags again, babe."
The mastermind turned their gaze back to the face and tilted their head. The face's smile went stiff with uncertainty.
"Mm. Yes," the mastermind said finally. "They do clean up nice, don't they?" And they wrapped a hand around the safe cracker’s arm and reeled them in to a kiss.
When they broke, the face's expression was a study in poorly concealed bewilderment.
"I'll leave you to run your fail safes," the mastermind said with a dismissive wave as they strolled away. The safe cracker could tell, they were already thinking about the next thing on their to do list. "Restart your timer."
"I know," the safe cracker muttered and grabbed the pneumatic drill.
When they looked up, the mastermind was gone and the face was looking at them with a very peculiar look indeed.
"What's going on?" they said again, in a much quieter voice.
The safe cracker shouldered the face away from the poor dead Victor-Schneibel, and got themselves positioned. "Don't get excited, babe," they said breezily. "It's just business."
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