#lover to villian

[delano-ravynne]

You werent looking?

You already had a bed for me in your parietal

Bone.

All i did was slide to the shape of your home

Inside your skull from the inside

Tapping outward

From occipital back to coronal.

Your eyesockets seeped of my blood and bone before i knew you wanted me.

Somthing

Someone

Anything

Like me

I could be

Like me

For you

Could you

Be like me for me.

Dont look for nothing

Else.

Dont seek a feeedom untangable to our life

You will, break, your, own, heart,

Over and over and over and over and over

And i will put you back together.

Because thats what you want

Because thats what you need

Because thats what you desire.

A penetant hand dipped in the venum

Of a scorpions heart.

Only after

It had

Been swallowed by sand and time,

The scorpion forgot it was dead.

Will you?

[anime-villian-irl]

"id let the world burn for you"

"I'd kill for you"

"id die for you"

"I'd sacrifice the world for you"

BORING!

Yawn snore snore. Honk shoo honk shoo.

I got twelve other guys ready to that for me. You already do that. You already destroy the world I would just happen to be there while you did.

The real question is.

Would you save the world for me?

Would you put aside your hatred for humanity and put my love for it Infront? Would you save the world because I love the world? Would you stop killing because I hate killing? Would you find a way to live because I want you alive?

Death and destruction are easy as hell. Do you know how fucking easy it is to kill someone? To blow up a building? Shure security is in the way but if it wasn't there it would be easy as hell.

You'd do the basics shure. But would you do the hard thing and save the world because I asked you to?

Would you push aside your hatred of everyone but me because I asked you to nicely?

Would you?

[disgracefulthings]

Yue Qingyuan: Shang-Shidi, a demon clan is causing some trouble with some minor sects. Can you ask Luo Binghe to look into it?

Shang Qinghua: Sure, he owes me a favor anyway

Liu Qingge: How does someone like you get a demon lord to owe you a favor?

Shang Qinghua: I tell him what Shen Qingqiu likes in bed

Yue Qingyuan: WHAT?!

Liu Qingge: HOW-?

Shang Qinghua: Anyway I'll get right on that

[anappingghost]

Holy moly! Your SY Beast peak AU IS AMAZING!!! Just imagine how MANY beasts can actually be held on his peak...

Curiosity killed the cat, but not me since im a horse. What about Binghe? Who is he here?

Hi there 🩷 Thank you for the lovely message 🥰

Beast Peak is my purely self-indulgent au all comfort no angst, so while LQG and SQQ are too busy fighting over BingBing (as they did in canon), SY just waltz in and steals him for himself.

And so it begins the beast peak arc for the protagonist 🐉

[sagisbrainrot]

One of the wildest things in svsss to me was Bing-ge accidentally coming over to their version. Like… he’s hostile at first but then he lets sqq pull him along and dote on him. Like when he finds out that in this world he’s having sex and is in love with his mortal enemy, instead of trying to kill him, he kinda just goes “oh? we fuckin now I guess”

Like he’s even like, jealous that this version who sucks compared to him has this version of his Shizun. He really felt like he deserved him more 😭 the Shen Yuan rizz is truly unparalleled

[alexa-nowak]

Fandom culture has changed so much, I honestly just don't get it anymore

It used to be absolutely normal to like morally questionable or straight up irredeemable characters, there was no "if you like a bad guy, you are agreeing with the bad guy" in my 2013

Now nearly in every fandom villain lovers are getting bullied, fandoms are busy protecting pixel's feelings, while severely hurting real people's mental health with this neverending flood of toxicity

And it genuinely upsets me, because villains and the whole concept of liking "against the good guys" characters in media/ literature/ art/ etc was always a safe space for outcasts and people who felt rejected by society, for being queer, for just being different and unable to fit in for any reason

And seeing that even inside online fandom culture villain lovers are getting nothing but this bs is heartbreaking

And all this discussion about "healthy relationship with imaginary bf" is the whole different bucket of crap that I would waffle about at some point

How these people are doing in literature classes, I mean, every other classical book has some kind of toxic love story, do they need a trigger warning for every book or something

[sp0o0kylights]

I started writing an enemies to lovers Steddie fic that starts off as Tommy/Steve/Carol with this prompt except Im tired and I lost the plot lmao so instead let me float the images of:

Modern college town AU featuring frat president Steve, who's been convinced no one will ever really love him by his parents, his past relationships, and Tommy & Carol. The latter not only "date" him but regularly use him and his money by utilizing his self worth issues against him.

Hes barely scrapping by in class, kind of wants to pick up a side job to get out from under his parents financial thumb, and enjoys talking shit with his sort of new friend Robin at a retro vinyl store, but with Tommy and Carol reporting back to his parents/the frat he's not able to take up Robin's offer to work there with her.

The frat keeps him busy the rest of the time--he's a legacy, and several members are deeply entrenched into a competition against the other fraternities that frequently cause problems on campus due to their pranks, parties and general bullshit. Steve has to run shoulders with the college Dean and such a LOT to peace keep.

Eddie works at the major game shop across the road from the vinyl place, which helps pay for the automotive program he's in part time at the college. He runs all the D&D campaigns, including several for adults and kids. A lot of the events he tries to get going on campus get shut down as the school and police target him and the "scary kids" in a show of misdirected anger at the frats they can't touch without risk of losing out on their parents money.

Eddies particularly pissed at Steve after an infamous incident involving Eddie spearheading a pokemon go event that came into contact with some kind of frat beer run, which led to Eddie being wrongfully arrested.

Their enemies piece began with Eddie storming into Steve's frat, demanding he do something as he's one of the more influential presidents and Steve, goaded on by Tommy and Carol, refusing.

This is further cemented when Eddie finds out one of his favorite high school players, Dustin, is close with Steve and defends him constantly, refusing to elaborate much when pressed other than to tell Eddie that Steve used to watch Dustin a lot as a babysitting gig and he's a "really good guy under all the frat shit Eddie, seriously."

(Dustin does not elaborate that his mother was on the PTA with Steve's mother and that she clocked his parents abuse, and used the babysitting angle to get Steve out of that house as a kid, and Steve sees Ma Henderson more as a proper parental figure than his own parents.)

Throw in some light sub/dom dynamics, Eddie breaking into Steve's room as revenge only to overhear Tommy and Carol being downright vicious to him, and a "who did this to you" crying in the rain scene before the prompt line finally kicks in.

I wanted Tommy and Carol to be fucking gagging crying throwing up furious when Steve finally blows it all up, and for the fallout to be so insane for Steve that he ends up either starting his own frat with Eddie or throwing away his title entirely and having several of the not shit frat boys follow him out.

[krazier-7073]

My silly mini comic : Task failed successfully (?)

I finally finished yayyy🫠

Inspiration from Wordbot episode.

Ps. What kind of a villain that is also a fanboy I have never seen it before.🤯

[maladaptivedaydreamerlala]

[inspektormarmz]

I wanna get all tangled in his wires im not even lyin. I'd give him an hour of joy iykyk ⚝

[panvatar]

Gamers, I need some fic recs!

I'm looking for some Liu Qingge/Shen Qingqiu (jiu or yuan I'm flexible) and I'm open to Bing/Liu/Yuan.

My Wants:

* More fluff than smut. I want to giggle with/at these dorks. If they fuck that's cool but I don't want it to be the main attraction.

* No/Minimal angst. I'm looking for some lighthearted fun!

* Idiots to lovers, my beloved.

* Completed or almost completed. Please no abandoned works 😭

* Any length, but the longer the better teehee.

❤️Much love to all who share! ❤️

[creadigol]

Hey y'all! I'm finally back and ready to write! Here is a part two of the 'Hero's special event' snippet. I don't know if it is going in the direction everyone thought, but sometimes the characters decide the plot, not me. I hope y'all enjoy!

Part One here!

It had started as a quiet night. For that, Hero was grateful. They really didn’t feel like dealing with anything more than the occasional small-time hood. They had chosen to come back on a Thursday specifically because the last night before the weekend always seemed to be the one every big time Villain took off. 

“Finally back, are you?” 

They thought too soon. 

“Awful long time you took. No one can afford a honeymoon that long…well most not anyone. Thought you had retired for a couple weeks there,” the words were said with a slight chuckle.

Villain leisurely sauntered across the dank rooftop with a practiced ease. From where Hero was, leaning against the retaining wall overlooking the city, they could tell Villain thought the words much more important than how they were presenting them. Villain’s walk was relaxed, but their shoulders were coiled and tight. 

Hero quirked an eyebrow, side eyeing them through the thin layer of their mask; “Almost did.”

Villain froze in their approach. 

“But not for the reason you think,” Hero finished. 

Villain folded their arms. “Then why?”

Hero dragged out a breath, regretting their decision to quit smoking all those years ago. 

“Doesn’t matter. I’m here now… ready and able to fight for truth and justice,” Hero hoped it didn’t come out as sarcastic as they felt. “And what are you doing here? You can’t possibly want to rob this place. It’s all low income housing.” 

“I don’t rob anyone making less than 30k a year,” Villain shrugged. “I have standards.” 

And morals, thought Hero. It was half the reason Hero went along with their casual chats. 

They both stood in awkward silence for a few moments. Hero didn’t really know what to say. A part of them wanted to head to the nearest ladder, go home and call in Other Hero to cover the rest of their shift; and another, more confusing part of them wanted to apologize to Villain for being gone so long in the first place. 

“So?” Hero settled for the third option. Awkward conversation. 

“So?” Villain echoed. 

“So, what are you doing here?” 

Villain had the audacity to look confused. “Looking for you of course.”

That…wait…

Hero was not expecting that. 

“A little birdie told me you’d finally come back. Came to see how the wedding went. Though after a two month long honeymoon I can take a guess.” Villain finished their way toward Hero and leaned against the wall next to them. Their shoulders were almost touching though neither looked directly at the other. Both their gazes were stretched over the city they each had very different plans for. 

“Seriously, who takes a honeymoon that long anyway?” Villain huffed. “Hell, after that long I’d be ready for divorce.”

Hero subconsciously rubbed the front of their suit where a pocket would normally be in their civilian clothes. 

“Not a problem when you're on the honeymoon by yourself,” Hero padded their pockets, knowing that logically there was nothing there. Seriously, why had they ever given up smoking? 

“What?” 

Hero finally looked at Villain. By what they could see of Villain's face, what wasn’t covered by the eye mask, there was a look of sudden shock and bewilderment. 

“Do you have a cigarette?” Hero asked abruptly. 

“By yourself…Hero why were you…wait, what?” Villain looked like an old Dell processor trying to compute dial up for the first time. 

“A cigarette,” Hero stated. “Do you have one?” 

They didn’t ask about a light. Their powers were more than sufficient to light a menthol. 

Villain blinked a couple times, staring Hero in the eyes. “No. I don’t smoke.”

Hero huffed,

 “Of course you don’t.” They pushed off the wall and started towards the ladder down to the fire escape. 

“Hang on, where are you going?” Hero felt a light brush against their arm. Probably Villain having reached out and then thought better of it.

“To a corner store. There’s one two blocks down,” Hero didn’t break stride. 

“For what?” 

“A cigarette!” Hero barked. They turned to face Villain as they mounted the latter. “Obviously!” 

“Since when do you smoke?” Villain kicked up a light jog across the rooftop to reach Hero before they stared down. 

Hero rolled their eyes even though Villain couldn’t see it through the mask. 

“I don’t..well I used to…” Their emotions were getting the best of them. God, why did they have to tell Villain they went on the honeymoon alone? It had just slipped out! Shit, they hadn’t even told the other Heros. It was just too humiliating…but of course, two sentences from Villain and Hero was spilling their guts. They knew they should have taken a longer absence. 

“I do now…again!” Hero settled on. They hopped down two rungs before feeling strong grips on their forearms. Villain held on securely and they leaned over the latter to look down at Hero, their gaze intense. 

“Let go,” Hero said. 

“Not before I have answers,” Villain replied softly. 

“I said, let go.” 

“That’s not an answer.” 

“Let go!” 

“Still no.”

Hero tightened their grip on the rungs that Villain held their arms to. In one fluid motion they took all their weight onto their hands, lifted themselves off the ladder and, in a move that would make gymnasts jealous, kicked Villain square in the chest. 

It wasn’t the hardest they've ever kicked Villain, but it was enough to make Villain stumble back, releasing Hero’s arms and taking a deep breath from the impact. 

Hero landed gracefully on their feet, once again on the rooftop. 

“Thank you,” they said sarcastically, “for letting go.” 

Villain let out one last cough and straightened up. “Okay…I deserved that. But you can’t just lay a bomb like that on me and then leave for…for a cigarette? Really?” 

“Well forgive me for thinking that after five years I should be entitled to have one.”

Villain shook their head, “Oh, for the love of…after five years you shouldn’t be entitled to a smoke, you shouldn’t want one at all! But that’s not the point here…” “It sure seems like the point since you’re so invested in my lungs for some reason…”

“THE POINT,” Villain cut them off, “is you going on a honeymoon alone. I’m guessing that means what I think it means. And… the reason you’ve been gone so long.” Their voice softened by the end. 

Somehow, the softening of their tone made the coiled frustration inside Hero ease a little. 

“Yeah…yeah.” Hero sounded defeated. 

Villain slowly approached them. Hero slumped their shoulders and leaned heavily against the ladder rungs. 

“What happened, Hero?” Villain asked. 

Hero felt their resolve, a hard frosted thing they didn’t even realize was surrounding them, crumble. 

“Was it your father? Did he show up?” 

Hero let out a rueful chuckle, “Oh yeah, he showed up alright.”

Villain tensed. 

“But, as much of a nuisance as he is, he’s not what ruined everything. Surprisingly he was well behaved, despite crashing.” 

Hero felt their throat tightening. God, this was so humiliating. 

“Come on Hero, give me something.” Villain leaned into their space, their tone taking on a light tone in an attempt to soften the conversation. “Don’t tell me you pulled a Friends moment and said the wrong name at the altar?” They patted Hero’s shoulder. Hero forced out a breath. 

“I didn’t say the wrong name.” 

The hand on their shoulder stiffened. 

“You mean…no…your fiance?” 

“Said the wrong name. Yes. Or the right name, if you want to think about it that way, since they're now planning their wedding.” Hero looked down. Tears threatened to leak past their mask and they didn’t want Villain seeing. It was bad enough they had dwelled on this for two months. They had told themselves they should be past this…but the look on their fiance’s face…the humiliation of it happening in front of their family and friends…and the heartbreak of finding out their love was not reciprocated…it was still so much. 

“Oh, Hero…” Villain whispered. Suddenly, Hero felt strong arms around them and their head was pressed against a shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

Their resolve turned to dust. 

“I just…” Hero’s breath hitched and a sob escaped them. No one had just held them like this. After the fact, Hero’s family and friends and all tried to console them, words like it just wasn’t meant to be and there’s other fish in the sea were spoken again and again, but no one had let them just be. Just feel the pain and let it out. 

“It was so humiliating,” Hero choked out into Villain’s suit. 

“I can’t imagine,” Villain rubbed circles into Hero’s back. 

“I wasn’t enough…I knew it…I know I’m busy all the time…but I thought we could get through it ... .god, I would have retired early if they had asked…but I just wasn’t enough…”

They couldn’t continue, sobs which had been suppressed for two months finally breaking free and flowing out of them like a tidal wave. 

After what felt like hours, they came back to themselves and realized that Villain and lowered them both to the ground and was steadily rubbing comforting circles into their back. They sniffled and shifted. They opened their mouth to apologize when Villain said, 

“You are enough Hero.” 

Villain took a deep breath and the shaking of their shoulders, which hero hadn’t even felt at first with their own crying, lessened. “Hell, you’re more than enough. Better than enough. And you deserve someone who sees you as their whole world. Not just a spouse, not just a partner…but everything. They should see you as their everything.” Villain shifted and gently put Hero at arms length so as to look into Hero’s mask, “I know you can’t feel that now, but you will. Given time, you’ll realize that you’re better off and you deserve to be someone’s first and only choice, not a backup to the one they actually want at the altar.” If not for the conviction, Hero would have thought Villain sounded angry. 

Hero nodded. They knew what Villain was saying was true, they had known it all along. It just hurt to have your heart broken. 

“Why do you care?” Hero wasn’t sure what spurred them to ask that question, but it had slipped out nonetheless. 

Villain pulled them close once more. 

“Because I never would have left you at the altar.”

It was a solid minute before those words sunk in.

@thats-alittle-gay @fishradiation @dreamfyrethesadqueenprotector @ekira17

[disgracefulthings]

AU where Luo Binghe is actually Shang Qinghua's son. Shang Qinghua has a one night stand with hot demon lord Tianlang-Jun, and the system decides to change up the story to make Shang Qinghua pregnant with the protagonist. Because of this Tianlang-Jun eventually ends up with Su Xiyan, who does not die this time because she isn't pregnant. (She and Shang Qinghua can become friends and does not mind that he is carrying her lover's child). Eventually Mobei-Jun comes into the picture, upset that his servant has been seeing other demons (Shang Qinghua has to reassure him that he's still completely loyal to Mobei-Jun, it's just Tianlang-Jun is really good at the sex. For some reason this does not make things better). Mobei-Jun decides to be the best step dad and tries to out dad Tianlang-Jun (and hints how he could totally be a better lover than he was).

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua tries to avoid the death flags that comes with being the protagonist's mother, and it eventually comes to him being kidnapped by the Hua Huan Palace Master, but he is saved by his new family, Mobei-Jun+Tianlang-Jun+Su Xiyan, and maybe some of his sect siblings because they've learned to appreciate him (and maybe they're a little afraid that the sect might fall apart without him)

And they all live happily ever after!

(Years down the line when Luo Binghe is an adult, and the system decides to spit out Shen Yuan who is very confused with what happened with PIDW. Shang Qinghua is fine with his son falling in love with his favorite anti-fan because he knows no one will love him more than peerless cucumber does)

[cutiepoototie3]

Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

Chapter 2: The Obsession

Bowser x possessive crazy princess

Summary:

Obsession takes many forms. As Bowser triumphantly returns home, he is greeted with open arms by his son, Bowser Jr., who eagerly hopes for a "Mama" to join their family. Meanwhile, Princess Puffina, lovestruck and furious, schemes in secret. She spies on Bowser using magic, only to discover his undying infatuation with Princess Peach. But she won’t let some perfect, goody-two-shoes princess take what’s hers. If Bowser wants Peach, she’ll give him Peach— in the most unexpected way.

AHHHH IM SO EXCITED THIS IS OUT. i hope this is good and i tried to make it a bit longer tahn the first chapter. so yeah! enjoy!

Chapter 1 of Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

Ao3 link! ——-> click here!

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Bowser stares at this girl in front of him utterly speechless. And for good reason concerned.

The princess hugged his arm giggling and nuzzling her face into his scaly arm.

Bowser looks around only to see he is standing oHe takes a second to breath this fresh air Bowser takes a second to breathe in the fresh air when—

“Golly, you’re so strong, my king~”

The sickly sweet voice makes his eye twitch. He looks down—and there she is. Still clinging. Still grinning.

Enough.

With a growl, Bowser snatches his arm away and takes a massive leap off the cloud, plummeting toward the Mushroom Kingdom below.

The wind rushes past him, his massive weight sending him into a freefall. He’s done playing along. If he can just land near his airship somewhere close—

“SILLY BOWSY!~”

A blur of pink and purple darts past him.

Bowser barely has time to process what’s happening before the princess’ cloud swoops under him—catching him midair. The fall stops instantly.

He is back in her grasp.

Bowser blinks.

Then snaps his head toward her. “WHAT?! WHY?!”

Princess Puffina kicks her feet behind her, giggling innocently as she twirls a strand of her hair. “Oh, Bowser~ You weren’t trying to leave me, were you?”

Bowser grinds his teeth. This was bad.

This girl was not normal.

Bowser looks the girl up and down, scowling. With a grunt, he pushes himself up, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling of being saved.

“Ahem.” He dusts off his shell, standing tall. “Look, uh… I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding, yeah?”

Princess Puffina stares at him, starry-eyed.

Bowser folds his arms. “I’m Bowser. The ruler of the Koopas. King of all that is mighty. Future husband of—” He pauses, side-eying her. Something about her manic grin is unnerving. ”—well, that’s not important. Point is, I don’t think I recognize you.”

Silence.

Then, a gasp.

Princess Puffina’s entire body shudders, hands clenching into tiny fists. A deep blush spreads across her face. She trembles.

This… This is exactly how she dreamed it.

A first meeting. A formal introduction. His deep, powerful voice rumbling as he acknowledges her.

Her fantasies are becoming real.

And she can barely contain herself.

Bowser gives her a look. A long, skeptical look.

Princess Puffina snaps out of her trance and quickly straightens up.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” She bows, smiling sweetly. “I am Princess Puffina of the Cloud Kingdom.”

She tilts her head innocently, batting her lashes. “And how could I not recognize you, my king?”

Bowser narrows his eyes.

“Everyone knows about the strong, powerful, fearsome, handsome, all-mighty King Bowser…” she sighs dreamily, clasping her hands together—a move that just so happens to push her cleavage up.

Bowser’s brow arches. His grin widens.

“Heh. That’s what people say about me? Hmph. Glad to know my reputation’s still going strong.” He crosses his arms, nodding to himself.

Princess Puffina nods rapidly. “Oh, of course! You’re incredible! You’re—”

“Well—Princess Puffina, was it?” Bowser cuts her off, rolling his shoulders. “I appreciate the rescue and all, but I’ve got important things to do. Plans. Evil, world-conquering, princess-napping plans.” He waves a claw dismissively. “So, yeah. Thanks. But I gotta go.”

Before she can say anything, he turns, takes a confident step forward—

—and jumps.

Princess Puffina gasps, rushing to the edge of the cloud.

He’s gone.

For a few long seconds, she just stands there, staring down into the empty sky.

Then—she melts.

With a loud, giddy sigh, she flops onto the cloud, giggling and kicking her feet.

“He touched me… those big, strong arms… his deep, commanding voice… his raw, untamed elegance…” Her breath hitches as she clutches her chest. “Oh, I’ll let you off this time, my Bowser. I like a little chase.”

That same day, Princess Puffina burst through the grand doors of her castle, her face flushed with excitement.

The servants rushed to greet her, bowing quickly—but there was a flicker of nervousness in their eyes. They all knew where she had been. And while they had long accepted their princess’s obsession, it still unsettled them.

She paid them no mind.

“I will be in my room,” she announced flatly.

That was new.

The maids and attendants exchanged wary glances. Normally, she would twirl around, gush about her day, or demand tea and sweets. But now? Serious. Determined. Focused.

Unlike her.

The castle fell silent as she strode down the halls, the sharp clack of her heels echoing through the marble corridors.

Past the gold-trimmed paintings, past the extravagant banquet hall, past the elegant double doors of her actual bedroom—

She made her way to a small, discreet door in the farthest corner of the palace.

With a deep breath, she opened it.

And there it was.

Her shrine.

The room glowed in the dim candlelight, illuminating a chaotic collage of Bowser memorabilia.

Posters lined the walls, some featuring official artwork, others…hand-drawn with shaky, lovesick devotion.

Plushies—crudely stitched together from fabric and scales she had somehow acquired.

Shirts. Bouquets. Framed photos of him at events. A giant, heart-shaped pillow with his face on it.

And at the very center of it all, a tall, ornate pedestal.

Princess Puffina shut the door behind her, her breath heavy. Slowly, she approached the pedestal, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

A small, glass bottle sat atop it.

She picked it up, holding it close to her chest before tilting it slightly.

Inside, a single, thick strand of red hair glimmered in the soft light. A strand of hair she had just plucked freshly from there interaction.

Her knees nearly buckled.

A piece of him.

Her beloved king.

Her obsession.

A shiver ran down her spine as she hugged the bottle close, sighing dreamily.

��One step closer…” she whispered. “One step closer to making you mine, my Bowser~.”

Meanwhile, as Princess Puffina obsessed over her beloved king from afar, another obsession stirred.

Bowser soared through the sky, landing on a floating cloud platform. In the distance, one of his airships drifted through the sky. A wide, toothy grin spread across his face.

“Finally.”

With a powerful leap, he crashed onto the deck with a thunderous thud.

The entire ship shook.

Koopa minions yelped at the sudden impact, scrambling in all directions. But once they laid eyes on the massive, looming figure before them, they froze in shock.

“K-King Bowser!” one of the Koopas finally blurted out.

Bowser stood tall, arms crossed, fire in his eyes. He let out a deep, smug chuckle.

“That’s right! Your king has returned!” He flexed his claws dramatically. “Mario and his little friends thought they could keep me down? HA! Fools! Now, take me back to my castle!”

The airship crew immediately snapped into action, saluting wildly before fumbling back to their stations. The ship’s wheel spun, the engines roared, and the vessel began its course home.

Bowser stepped toward the edge of the ship, looking out into the horizon. His smirk faded slightly, replaced by a contemplative frown.

Even as his castle loomed in the distance, something gnawed at him.

Something… unsettling.

That girl.

Princess Puffina.

Why did she get under his skin like that? He’d spent years chasing after Princess Peach—years imagining how he’d win her over, how she’d finally see him as more than a villain. And yet… the way that princess looked at him—like he was some kind of legendary prize—made something twist in his gut.

With a grunt, he shook the thought away.

By the time the airship reached the castle, the return of the Koopa King was met with cheers and celebration. Goombas, Bob-ombs, Magikoopas—his entire army had gathered to welcome him back.

But even as they chanted his name, he found himself tuning it all out.

There was something more important to take care of.

With heavy steps, Bowser made his way through the grand halls of his castle, passing the throne room without a second glance. He descended into the lower levels, heading toward a familiar room.

His son’s room.

With a deep breath, Bowser pushed the door open slowly. Inside, Bowser Jr. sat hunched over a piece of paper, furiously scribbling. The moment the door creaked, the little Koopa’s head shot up.

Wide, tearful eyes met Bowser’s.

“Dad?”

Before Bowser could say anything, Junior launched himself across the room.

“DAD!!”

Bowser kneeled down just in time, spreading his arms as his son slammed into him, gripping onto him tightly.

“Junior!”

“You’re back!” Junior sniffled, his small claws clutching his father’s scales like he’d disappear again.

Bowser let out a booming, hearty laugh, ruffling the kid’s hair, wrapping his arms around his son as the little koopa clung tightly to him.

“Junior! You really thought those good-for-nothing heroes could get rid of me?” he teased, ruffling his son’s hair.

Bowser Jr. sniffled, looking up at him with wide eyes. “They said you were gone forever!” he pouted. “I-I thought I had to be king now!”

Bowser raised a brow, smirking. “Pfft! You? King? Not yet, kiddo.” He tapped his son’s snout. “You still got a lot to learn before you take the throne.”

Junior huffed. “Yeah, yeah… but I was getting ready! I even made a new evil plan!” He ran to his desk, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper covered in scribbles. “Look! We were gonna steal all the Power-Ups from the Mushroom Kingdom so Mario couldn’t get any stronger!”

Bowser let out a proud grunt. “Heh. Not bad, Junior. Keep that evil thinking up.”

Junior beamed, but then his face fell slightly. “But, uh… if you’re back, that means you’re gonna be making the plans again, huh?”

Bowser paused. He stared down at his son, feeling a strange, unfamiliar tug in his chest.

For years, he had been so focused on conquering, kidnapping, and proving himself as the ultimate ruler that he never considered how it affected his kid.

But Junior… he had been preparing to take over. Trying to fill the void.

Bowser grumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Ehh… tell you what. We’ll work together.”

Junior’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”

Bowser smirked. “Sure. You can help with my next plan.”

Junior gasped. “Oh oh oh! Are we gonna kidnap Peach again?!”

Bowser’s grin widened. “Of course we are!” He turned, crossing his arms as he envisioned his next scheme. “Mario and his friends got lucky last time, but this time, we’re going bigger. More firepower, more traps, more everything!”

Junior pumped his fists in excitement. “YEAH!!”

But then, his excitement turned softer. He fidgeted for a moment before looking up at his father.

“Dad… do you think this time, Peach will, y’know… stay?”

Bowser blinked. “…Stay?”

Junior nodded. “Well, yeah. I mean, if we do a really good job this time, maybe she won’t wanna leave! And—” He paused, glancing at the floor. “—I mean, it’d be kinda cool to, y’know… have a mama.”

Bowser’s heart stopped for a second.

He stared down at his son, his usual confident grin faltering for just a moment.

A mama.

Bowser Jr. had never had one. And even though Bowser was fierce, strong, powerful—he could never be what a mother was supposed to be.

For a brief second, Bowser felt ashamed. But then, like always, he pushed those feelings aside and grinned again.

“Of course she’ll stay! We’re gonna make sure of it this time!” he said, giving Junior a hearty pat on the shell.

Junior beamed. “Okay!!”

The room buzzed with new energy as the two plotted together, father and son side by side.

But far away, high above the clouds, another princess was watching.

And she was not happy.

Far above, hidden in her floating palace, Princess Puffina sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, twirling a single fiery red hair strand between her fingers.

She had plucked it from her Bowser earlier that day, and now, she held it over a glowing cauldron. The enchanted water inside rippled, swirling with magic, before an image flickered to life.

There he was.

Her magnificent, mighty king. Her Bowser.

Her eyes gleamed as she watched him, her heart pounding with devotion—until she saw who he was speaking about.

"Oh, Peach my dearest..."

Puffina’s stomach twisted.

That rotten, sickly sweet, perfect little princess.

That dainty damsel who had done nothing but reject him—who had locked him away in a bottle like some common pest!

And yet he still wanted her?!

Her grip on the strand of hair tightened.

Well, if her Bowser wanted Peach, then she would give him Peach.

But not the ungrateful one he foolishly pined for.

No, no, no.

She would give him the princess he deserved. The one who truly loved him.

Herself.

Meanwhile, back at Bowser’s Castle…

After tucking Bowser Jr. into bed, the mighty Koopa King made his way to his personal quarters.

With a heavy sigh, he stepped inside his vast, lavish room—ornate, draped in royal reds and golds—but his eyes didn’t linger on his grand bed or towering throne-like chair.

Instead, he strode toward a massive bookshelf, his claws hovering over the rows of thick, dusty tomes.

Then, he selected one specific book.

With a heavy click, the bookshelf shifted.

A hidden door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber.

Inside, candles flickered around a grand shrine.

A shrine dedicated to her.

Princess Peach.

There were portraits—some stolen, some hand-painted by his minions. A delicate lock of golden hair sat encased in a glass dome, alongside trinkets he had swiped from the Mushroom Kingdom over the years.

And at the very center, a grand statue of Peach herself.

Bowser’s stoic mask crumbled.

He fell to his knees, eyes filled with longing as he gazed up at her radiant image.

"Oh, Peach… my dearest… you may have rejected me, but I know the truth."

He reached out, tracing his clawed fingers over the statue’s porcelain cheek.

"You’re just playing hard to get."

His eyes burned with a fiery determination.

"But don’t worry, my love…"

A smirk curled onto his lips.

"Because soon enough… you’ll be mine."

Meanwhile, watching from her cauldron, Puffina’s eye twitched.

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But you can see the contrast between Puffina’s unhinged determination and Bowser’s delusional longing, and it’s going to be so muchwhen writing this i wrote down so many plot points i could do and im like- overwhelmed. BUT- i hope whatever i have planned makes sense. i have like foreshadowing in this kinda??? idk it makes sense to me. but you can see how the contrast between Puffina’s unhinged determination and Bowser’s delusional longing, and it’s gonna be so fun watching these two clash.

Don’t be shy to comment guys! I wanna hear y’all’s thoughts or what you found funny! And hinestly if you want something specific to happen you can comment and I can always try and see if I could write it in!

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Status: This story is still in progress.

Current word count: 117,206

💀ATTENTION💀 This fic is morally bankrupt, emotionally devastating, and absolutely addictive. You will question your morals. You might fall in love with a psychopath. And yes, somehow—despite all the harrowing triggers—this is, in fact, a romance.

*You’ll need water, a fan, and maybe a therapist.

Fic Summary: Alina Vale dreams of escaping her dead-end life as a diner waitress, finding solace in painting Gotham’s haunting shadows. But when a routine trip to the bank turns into a living nightmare, she finds herself face-to-face with the Joker—a man as captivating as he is terrifying.

As his twisted games unravel her defenses, Alina is forced to confront the pull he has over her, a collision of fear and desire she can’t control. Trapped in his world of chaos and power, survival means facing not only him but the darker parts of herself he’s brought to life.

A story of obsession, control, and the intoxicating allure of letting go.

Genres: Dark romance, Gothic romance, Stalker romance, kidnapper x victim, predator x prey

Pairings: TDK Joker x Female OC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: non-con, gr@pe, extremely dubious consent, violence, psychological manipulation, kidnapping, stalking, slow-burn, toxic relationships, trauma bonding, childhood trauma, graphic sexual content, twisted power dynamics, stockholm syndrome, psychological torture, self-harm, sexual assault, gaslighting, emotional abuse, dead dove do not eat

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Game Begins

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Chapter 3: Painted Shadows

Chapter 4: Joker's POV 🃏

Chapter 5: The Edge of Oblivion

Chapter 6: The Price of Defiance

Chapter 7: The Weight of Silence

Chapter 8: Twisted Comforts

Chapter 9: At His Mercy

Chapter 10: Cracks

Chapter 11: Marked

Chapter 12: The Things that Hurt

Chapter 13: Almost

Chapter 14: Claimed

Chapter 15: A Broken, Fragile Thing

Chapter 16: A God in the Dark

Chapter 17: Joker's POV 🃏

Chapter 18: Where No One Will Ever Find You

Chapter 19: Be Good, Doll

Chapter 20: The Maiden and The Monster

Chapter 21: Beneath the Mask

Chapter 22: Jack

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Thank you for sacrificing your sanity to read this! If you screamed, blushed, or blacked out from emotional damage, tell me everything!

Comments, asks, messages, and reblogs are more than serotonin boosts—they’re what motivate me to keep digging deeper into this unholy mess. So thank you, truly! Every single reaction helps fuel my next chapter. 😌

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