"Hellooo? Anyone There?"

" I suppose I did love you once, too far back in time in to even matter now, if not for some deflected queens." She allowed at last, letting her shoulders drop in a shrugging motion as if was no more than mere weather talk.

"You-"

" Deflected?" Iris squinted her eyes behind the glasses.

"Queen! One Queen! The other is a queen consort! " the 'king' took no time to point out. "And how does this matter in searching for them anyway. He turned to the tracker observing them with her lips pursed.

"Seriously?! You? the ice queen? You loved me?!! Like Love love" The other girl got in before she was interrupted by,

"Are we quite sure deflected is the right word right now?"

"And why the fuck does their sappy saphic ballad matter here?"

The tracker, who had asked the question, was still watching with serious looking eyes, " Perhaps, it doesn't. But," Her face broke into a huge grin then, eyes bright now and put up her finger. "These two would be soo cute together, even their names go together, Elli and Aine, Elliaine. Ah, You can name your child that!" She was almost squealing in delight at the prospect when she finished.

"They can't have a child, they are both girls." The king—oh, my mistake forgive me, the 'king' being his usual infuriating self did not disappoint.

"oh, sod off. " This was the tracker, Lelia.

"Elliaine, is my name."

" Well, you should shouldn't be using Elli then, it literally means Old, I didn't say anything cause I thought it'd be rude. And work on your grammar, deflected does not fit—."

"Shut up, Iris, no one cares." The 'King', whose name I forgot because my constant need to mock his title, snapped, " And You!" He turned to Leila, " Do your fucking job and find the goddamn Queens, Queen! One Queen!."

" Oh, no no." She replied, making sure to dramatize her every movement, "I can't do that, because you see, I'm just here to stall you till they got far enough away."

A tence silence hung unbroken in the air. Well, unbroken until someone proclaimed, "Defected! The word is defected!" And the 'king' shouted for the guards.

"Throw her in the dungeons!" He roared to the bowing guards.

They stood there for a moment, unable to decide if he had the authority to imprison the queen's dear friend.

He fumed even redder {Purple more like if we being honest} a feat previously thought impossible, "By king Ophion's orders!" Ah, Ophion, that was his name.

He was far too busy angrily whispering with Elli, his least detested member of his and the queen's council, to see Leila smile as she was led down.

Two freed, one to go.

And she was already on the way to her.

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If your enemies to lovers doesn't have angry I hate this this and this about them monologues that slip into ticks only someone who's been closely observing them would know spoken in heavy denial is it even enemies to lovers.

I hate their smile and their eyes and how much they say with them god dammit and that the way their little finger twitches when they're angry is stupid. It's I mean it's not good.

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I'm don't think I'm a person,

Anymore.

I'm likely just a place

For daydreams to rest before

Finding someplace better now.

But is that something to mourn when I never truly knew,

What being human felt like...

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Do you think

The boy who eats nightmares,

Cries sometimes,

At the violence and sorrows

Hidden in the shameful crevices

Of our fragile minds

—That even his immortal self can't imagine.

The villain's mom walks in and catches Hero and villain in a uh, compromising position, (they were threatening each other!! Nothing else,,) the villain gets nervous and trying to quickly make up an excuse, and before hero could say anything, splutter out they are dating.

The hero tries to deny this but you see, the mother is the warmest person they've ever seen and her look of sheer hopefulness and the arrows of love she's shooting at them kind of makes it impossible. Plus, watching the villain be a complete mama's child as she croons at them and inquires about what they've been eating is very enjoyable.

What follows is a week of hero being infuriated at fake dating and slightly awestruck as the villain is babied and ordered around by their mother.

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Is there a name for what I call the,, really? Them?,, Trope wherein the crusher realises their feelings and is in absolute disbelief over it because... It's them! That really stupid person! The one that always smiles like an idiot and trip on their own feet/ are cold as ice,

Everything is top tier

The 'ha! what a dumb bitch, But I love them' looks, top tier

The, 'youre ugly when you cry' (adoring) chefs kiss

The constant absolute roasts

The pining

THE PININg

*Villain calls hero in the middle of the night*

Hero-: umm hey?

Villain-: *sniffs* I watched a show and now liquid keeps falling from my eyes? Is it an allergy? Infection? Cancer?!

Hero-: Do... Do you mean tears! :0

Villain-: is it terminal?

But seriously my eyes have been leaking this gross gluelike thing since yesterday and I'm pretty sure I'm about to die. Follow for updates or assume disaster if I don't post

I hate archetypes but I simp so hard for characters who absolutely are archetypes but like multiple opposite ones stuffed together like my characters include-

A hopeless romantic princess with a minor addiction to pink that you would literally never see without multiple swords at her waist and no one bats an eye at it.

A gruff mean political/ war tactician princess who can absolutely sucks at swordplay (she says it's cause of her power, only partially true) literally feel everyone pain/sadness and a little obsessed with saving everyone (and totally oblivious that literally bring kind to them would do that)

An exiled princess who loves reading and traveling is literally one of the best people who also does dark magic and and casually tries to wake a literal wmd beast

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One of my absolute favourite tropes is when the sarcastic character gives the villian nicknames calling them out on their bullcrap and the villian absolutely loosing his shit being flabbergasted.

The villian being all " I am the master of evil, the carrier of blah blah"

And then sunshine going, are you done emo man??

*the villian visibly loosing his shit*

I will flip the table

Follow me!!

(please)

Here me out this dynamic

Femme fatale flirty villain X brooding stoic supervillain

Idk kinda Selina Kyle X Bruce Wayne vibes but anyway,

I would like it if you wrote something based on it.

Thank you, your local anon with daddy issues.

Ahhh! That's so interesting! Here we go

....

Villain laughed, daintily throwing their head back to barr their throat. "And here I thought you had no sence of humour" they said.

A muscle clenched in supervillain's jaw. And villain smirked up at them when they noticed.

Smirking up wasn't quite the right word, with the added height from their shoes they were nearly the same height. But they were reclining lazily in their chair, while supervillain sat taut. And they had their head turned precisely so they'd look small.

Talking big talk the way did while looking small meant daring. That was good. Making their power clear would just look like arrogance, and that wouldn't work well with the supervillain, they supposed.

"I mean, even if you weren't interested in the diamonds themselves. They're the pride of most upper class families sitting together in one room. Wouldn't their humiliation itself be prize enough. Without the aggravating amount of money they'd be willing to waste to win them back." Villain grinned liked they thought they had already won. Resting their chin on their clasped fingers, they gestured for a waiter to top up their glass of red wine.

From the look on supervillain's face, it was clearly far from over. They kept their face oblivious.

The waiter was nearly trembling. They went farther. "And even your arrogant self has to know I'm the best person for this job, I can even do it myself. I just need your name to make it all the more grand."

That was not quite true. It wasn't just about a single crime. They needed to shift their image from a simple breaking and entering crook, they needed that fear attached to their name. You need that to make an impact.

They felt the need to hire a PR team.

People assumed herohood worked like fame, their adoring fans pushing for anything they advocated for. But villainhood worked quite similarly, it just cashes in fear in place of adoration, and it also appealed to the authorities quite more directly.

The Supervillain smiled at that, regaining their composure at that. They picked up their napkin from their lap to fold it on the table, "You may be now, but what makes you think that I can't find someone better by the exhibition. Someone less demanding maybe."

Vilain almost snorted. Of course you can't they were about to say before they realised how pathetic it sounded. They were losing supervillain's intrested.

"Maybe you can, but not possibly make them as experienced as me in two months." They shrugged airily.

The supervillain stood near their seat with their hand resting near villains glass. They raised their eyebrows, the picture of you need to impress me.

Don't fumble.

"And demanding is a strong word to use when I'm practically doing all the work, and I've even agreed to settle for less than half the profit. " They said, acting amused when they felt anything but.

They had agreed to half the last estimated price, excluding the bribes supervillain would get. The unfairness of it all bothered them more than the money itself.

They were pulling of the robbery practically all by themselves!!

"And in exchange you're asking me to give the public a very obvious link between us. Not just officers, or heroes or the other Villains. But the public."

Part 1

Kind of in a slump, I'll have the rest out tomorrow hopefully hope you liked it. Asks are open btw it really helped me write after a long time. Pls follow