Lux's Writing

I go by Lux, any pronouns I post my original writing here

[chaotic-scraps]

"You fell right into my trap," the villain said. They didn't sound gloating, or even happy. In fact, they sounded worried.

"Y-you're going to lock me up, right?" the hero said hopefully.

The villain pinched the bridge of their nose. "Listen." They sighed heavily. "How do I put this. You're... More... Incompetent than usual."

The hero froze. "W-what do you mean?" They laughed nervously. "I-I trashed your lab. I got your henchmen to fight amongst each other. I even--"

"Yes, yes, you're still a thorn in my side, don't get me wrong." The villain frowned. "It's that you've fallen into this same exact trap three times in the last month. You know this wall shoots netting if you press a certain tile, and it's like... It's like you've intentionally been pressing it!"

"You expect me to memorize ALLLLL the little traps in your base?!" The hero scoffed. "Do you realize how WEIRD you sound?!"

The villain stared, deadpan, as they allowed a detailed map of their base to unfurl. Marked in red was every trap and trigger in the building. "Care to explain this?"

"That's not mine," the hero squeaked.

"Okay. That's it." The villain threw up their hands. "I'm letting you go. My henchmen will escort you out." They stalked over to an intercom on the wall.

"Wait, okay, fine!" The hero relented. They worried their lip. "I... The Agency... The Agency..." Their voice cracked a little. "F-fired... me..."

The villain stopped, hand hovering over the intercom button. "They what?!"

"They just..." Tears sprung in the hero's eyes. "Told all the other heroes I was compromised. They think I'm helping you."

"Why do they think that?" The villain snorted. "You're the bane of my existence. I can't have a moment's peace without you wrecking something."

"Yeah." The hero smiled, sadly. "Yeah, I am. But... They won't even talk to me."

The villain blinked. "Sooo... You're trying to... Prove yourself by being bad at your job?"

The hero flushed in utter shame. "Uh. No. I... " They laughed, high-pitched and strained. "It's warm in here. The cot in your cell is really comfortable. The food's not bad, either."

The villain's face pinched. "I give you stale bread and gruel."

"Yeah." The hero chuckled fondly. "It's filling, though." They curled into themselves. "They froze my bank account, evicted me, cut off my phone access. Can't even call my friends."

They shrugged. "Though, most of them work for the agency and have direct orders to not interact with me. So, there's that."

"You have nowhere else to go." The revelation was like a punch in the villain's gut. "You're homeless."

The hero bristled at that. "I'm just between homes," they stated defensively. "I'm working something out. It's temporary. I just need to get a new job--"

"You're hired." The villain set to work freeing them from the net. "Room and board in exchange for your work."

"...What?" The hero shrank back in disbelief. "No, I don't want your-- wait, really?"

The villain peered down at them. "This is not out of pity. You know better than anyone the weaknesses in my defenses, and you've seen my henchmen."

The hero cracked a genuine smile at that. "How do you know I won't betray you?"

The villain dabbed a tear from the hero's cheek. "... I have a hunch," they said fondly. "Besides, just having you out of my hair will save me so much on insurance."

[subatoism]

Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

[rubyleaf]

You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.

Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…

…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.

[rubyleaf]

Adding onto this: characters who are so deeply repressed that they don't even realize they're not fine, or at the very least not supposed to be fine. Characters who do tell you about a situation they're in that should be bad, but instantly laugh it off saying they can handle it (spoiler: they can, in fact, not handle it). Characters who laugh with you and listen to all your woes and much later you learn that they were actually going through something at least equally bad at the time, but they wave it off and don't want to speak of it. Characters whose main coping mechanism seems to be "don't think about it" on endless loop.

Basically, the fictional embodiment of the "this is fine" dog.

[digitaldiscipline]

"characters" who do this.

[sowhumpshaped-deactivated202501]

Tmw Whumpee says something a little too concerning a little too casually, and caretaker and their mutual friend start giving each other the side-eye.

"i mean it's not like i haven't been through much worse, right?"

"this reminds me of that one time whumper choked me out. crazy that i survived, haha."

"oh, that's so sweet, but i can't really wear necklaces. reminds me of the collar, y'know?"

"can you not click your pen? no, it's fine, whumper just used to do that when angry, so i kinda associate it with beatings."

"no, i can handle my liquor. whumper built up my tolerance for it, i guess."

"wow, such a spacious room, and all for me? this is so much better than the cage."

"i hate this movie. the blood is so obviously fake."

"oh shit, sorry for screaming in my sleep. that's so embarrassing, wow. i should be waaay over it by now. sorry about that."

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #291

Antihero looked back and forth between their friends begrudgingly. Hero waving a fry in the air, chattering away endlessly about heroing politics and the newest law on artificial power enhancements, and Villain on the other side of the table, leaned eagerly forward on their elbows, hanging on every word. No one on the outside would have imagined they had only met a mere thirty minutes ago.

“You two weren’t supposed to hit it off!” Antihero blurted. “You wanted to hang out with me today, Villain! And Hero, you’re here because we already had plans! You both graciously agreed to put aside your differences for an afternoon.”

“And so we have,” Villain said, not taking their eyes off Hero, “differences waaaay set aside.” They motioned vaguely to the other side of the room as if to give a visual of just how far their differences had been placed.”

“You’re my friends!”

“If it helps,” Hero said, “my interest in Villajn goes a bit beyond friends. Excuse me if that’s inappropriately bold.”

“No, no,” Villain grinned. “I like bold.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Antihero complained. “I feel like I’m third wheeling a first date right now.”

“Apologies,” Hero said, tipping their head with sudden understanding. “Villain and I will dedicate our attentions to each other at a more scheduled time. We can continue our current scheduled ‘hang out.’”

“I’m free tomorrow at 7,” Villain said.

Antihero rolled their eyes. “Oh for heavens sake.”

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (666)

“Who’s the person you were arguing with yesterday?” The villain said.

The hero rolled their eyes. “Just someone super annoying. I swear, they live to torment me.”

“They do?” The villain said, disheartened.

“Yeah, I guess? Why do you-” the hero grinned. “Wait. Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Wow, you are.”

“I actually hate you.”

[lux-aurea-lunae]

Prompt 36

For villains, usually the most difficult part of getting away with a crime was the hero who showed up to stop them. Especially if they had powers.

Once people realized that villains were willing to pay generous amounts of money to keep heroes away, finding a way to neutralize or erase heroes’ powers quickly gained popularity as an option.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t always easy.

A person’s powers were part of them, and some of them had unique biological mutations to accommodate them, ranging from a different internal temperature to foreign organ structures. Most people gave up on the idea after realizing how complicated and specialized it was.

Scientist, formerly known as Hero, was not one of those people.

[theshadowrealmitself]

Overpowered person who lied and said that every time they use their ability it has a horrible drawback for their body because they don’t want to become important in any way because they know they wouldn’t be able to mentally handle it

They also only use a small percentage of their power, even when they’re claiming that it’s full or close to full power for them, but no one questions it because it’s about the power level you’d expect from the average person in their group

Anyways, one day they have to actually use their ability multiple times and with more or around the same level as what they call their “full power” and now that the dust is settled everyone’s staring at them in horror, waiting for them to just drop dead

And now they gotta figure out if it’s time to finally come clean or take a dive, pretend to be near death, and then make a “miraculous” recovery

[lux-aurea-lunae]

Prompt 35

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.”

Villain had been on Hero’s mind for a while now. They had never been good at leaving mysteries unsolved, and the more they thought about Villain, the less sense they made.

“Perhaps some things just aren’t meant to be understood,” came Villain’s cryptic reply.

“That’s rather philosophical for you. What are you thinking about?” Normally Villain wasn’t one for subtlety, but they were one for leaving Hero guessing how honest they were.

Villain smiled mysteriously at them. “Maybe you know me better than you think.”

[puddleslimewrites]

The Power of Love

Oh god, they were struggling. Hero squeezed their eyes shut and tried to focus. This was the last civillian they needed to save and they were almost fully healed. Come on, come on. What did Hero love? Hero loved...Hero loved-

Hero loved the sky. And how the colors changed with the weather and how the moon and stars shone across it. Hero felt their heart fill with adoration for the image in their mind, and then relief. The bleeding finally stopped. Their job was done.

But where had that sudden burst of emotion come from? Hero looked around and saw nothing new. The paramedics were already gone, having left this civillian in Hero's care. They looked up. The night sky was completely clouded over, not a single star in sight. Had they really loved the sky that much?

Unbeknownst to them, Villain stood on a roof nearby watching Hero struggle to fill themself with enough love to heal at their full capacity. They'd figured out Hero's power not all that long ago. Hero undoubtedly healed faster when they fought in view of the public, though they rarely healed themself unless absolutely necessary. Villain suspected it was to conserve energy for emergencies like these.

Villain contemplated. What would happen if Hero fell out of favor with the public? They could use that against them. Hero certainly didn't love themself enough to provide all the energy they needed for this job. It wouldn't be hard to ruin their career in such a way...

They shook their head and stood. Hero's job was done, which meant theirs was too. They had better things to do than project their love to someone who no longer needed it.

[lux-aurea-lunae]

Prompt 34

“I thought—”

Villain cut them off. “You thought what? That being a hero means you’re irreplaceable? If you believe that, you’re in for quite the shock.”

Objectively, Hero knew that they were unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Heroes came and went all the time, and the public eventually became accustomed to the ever-shifting roster of heroes.

Hero stared at the ground, dejected. “I just didn’t think that they would turn on me so fast.”

Villain’s expression softened the slightest bit, but they still kept up their cool demeanor. “Listen well, because I’m only going to say this once.”

Hero looked up. They hadn't expected Villain to still be here.

“Even though the general population will forget you and move on, there will be people who remember you. It might not be in the way you hoped, they may not even know your name, but they will always remember the hero who saved them.”

The betrayal still stung. Hero knew it wouldn't go away any time soon. Kindness can’t change the truth...

...but it can make it more bearable. For the first time since they found out about the betrayal, Hero felt a little more optimistic about their newly uncertain future.

[depressedgaywriting]

46

Hero sat on the side of the building, their feet dangling off the edge. They liked the feeling of it, liked playing with their own mortality. Maybe that was why they were so good at their job.

They leaned closer to the edge, peering over at the street. Cars crawled like ants trapped in the mid afternoon traffic.

"If not for your own peace of mind, then for mine, please get away from the edge."

Hero didn't need to look to know Villain. "Surely you should be pushing me off it."

"Hero, stop it."

Hero sighed and got to their feet, turning to face Villain. "Why? Does this make you... uneasy?" They rocked backwards on their heels.

"Hero, stop-"

Hero could tell exactly when Villain had had enough. But that wasn't too hard, because they darted forwards like a lightning bolt and pulled Hero into them with a strong hand around their wrist.

Hero felt like their breath had been stolen in that single touch. "Sorry," they said, soft and breathless.

Villain rolled their eyes. "You better not do that again, you hear me? If you die, I better be the one who kills you."

Hero brushed a stray lock of hair from their cheekbone, and Villain's gaze softened. They pressed their forehead against Hero's. "Promise me, okay?"

Hero rolled their eyes. "Fine. I pinky promise you get to murder me."

"Good." Villain replied, and then they kissed them - so softly Hero felt it might be a dream. They leaned into their touch, as if they could merge and become one if only Hero put enough force into it.

Maybe this was a better thrill than standing on the edge of buildings.

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Hero x Villain Therapy Prompt

Villain!Therapist: so, Hero, what brings you to my office today?

Hero, laying on a couch with no clue how they got there: Chloroform, probably...

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(I feel like I need to write this as a full snippet... someone give me motivation lol)

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (559)

“Can you help me, please?” The villain said, their eyes wide and glossy.

The hero narrowed their eyes. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’ve sworn to help everyone in the city?” The villain tried.

Damn it. The villain had them there.

[whumperly]

"I knew you would come for me." vs. "I didn't think anyone was coming."

[lux-aurea-lunae]

Prompt 33 - Nightmare

All Villain could see was blood.

So much blood.

Spilled across rough concrete, coating random pieces of debris, splattered on a familiar figure in the middle of the wreckage.

Too much blood. How had all of this come from one person? There was blood on them, they could feel it on their hands, and it would never come off.

They were unable to contain their gasp of horror. Something about the scene was eerily familiar, as if this very moment had happened before.

They knew it was hopeless, that they failed, as soon as they saw the blood.

They approached the figure, desperately hoping they weren’t as dead as they looked. Or that they weren’t who Villain thought they were. It was all in vain. They knew that, just like they knew Hero was dead.

They didn’t need to see the stillness of their chest, or feel for a pulse that wasn’t there. Would never be there again. They reached for Hero’s wrist anyways.

Their fingers barely brushed Hero’s too cold, too pale skin, then—

Villain jolted awake.

The room was dark, with only a faint sliver of moonlight visible through the curtains. Half of the blankets had slid onto the floor at some point during the night, and the remaining ones covering Villain weren’t enough to keep the cold chill from settling into their bones. They didn’t register any of it.

The blood on their hands felt so real. They couldn’t shake the fear that Hero was dead because of Villain’s mistake hurt. They felt around in the dark until they grasped their phone, then, with trembling hands, dialled the phone number they had recently memorized.

“Hello?” a tired voice answered.

“Hero?”

Villain realized why this had been such a bad idea too late.

“Villain? How do you have my number?” Hero sounded far too awake for half past three in the morning.

They suddenly felt guilty for bothering them so early. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I was already up.” A yawn cut through Hero’s sentence. ”Early shift today.”

“Early shift?” Villain repeated. “Aren’t you still on medical leave?”

“I’m trying to catch up on all the paperwork I’ve been putting off. Why’d you call me at,” a pause, “three forty in the morning?”

Memories of their nightmare came flooding back. They knew it was just a dream, a nightmare that had been plaguing them ever since Hero’s encounter with Supervillain, and subsequent injury. It just felt so real. “…I simply wanted to see how you were doing.”

Hero’s responding hum suggested they didn’t believe that in the slightest. “Do you want me to keep talking?”

“Yes, please.” They didn’t think they could handle silence right now. Not when it made their thoughts seem so loud. Hero rambled about anything that came to mind, and Villain found themself relaxing, adrenaline fading and exhaustion taking its place.

At some point, Hero asked, “Has this been enough to convince you I’m not dying?”

Villain hummed an affirmative. “G’night, Hero.”

“Goodnight, Villain.”

Villain was asleep before the call ended.

[noobtiedoo]

Villain: What was that?

Hero: What was what?

Villain: That growling noise just now.

Hero: Oh... eh... my stomach.

Villain: You're fighting me on an empty stomach? How do you even have energy right now?

Hero: I had coffee.

Villain: Oh my God. Kitchen. Now.