#villainromance

[viaram0]

Me gusto mas la de la izquierda pero subo los dos

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Si el Rey sonríe, el imperio tiembla.

O simplemente estamos planeando qué parte del Reino Champiñón vamos a quemar hoy antes de la cena.

La confianza no se compra, se forja en magma. Mírame bien.

[redstatic5]

This chapter broke them.

I’m officially inviting artists 🖤

This is Char — before the clothes, after the clothes… and now I need to see her in a maid outfit.

🖤 Tag me 🖤 Use #CharHazbinAU 🖤 I’ll repost EVERYTHING

📻🖤 Enemies-to-obsession Hazbin Hotel AU

Fic link for the LOREEEEEE: https://www.wattpad.com/story/405985588-static-and-fire

[plotarcade]

fic filler for villain romance.

Fate has a plan for me, but my (body part) has different plans.

This always happens to me.

I have a perfectly good (trope good guy) waiting for me,

but instead I fall for the villain wearing (clothing piece).

He’s holding his (animal) like it’s completely normal,

like he’s not about to tell me his plan to destroy (person/place/thing).

And the worst part?

I’m still listening.

Fill the gaps. Build the world.

[tytarax]

Hi how are you doing could I request a yandere perfect x female bio android reader? The reader is a bio android butterfly based and was created to help and care for those in need, she is kind, caring, and sympathetic, the total opposite of cell, she fall for him first before he reach his perfect form, making him become obsessed with making her his mated

I was not quite sure if you meant perfect cell, but I think it's what you meant lol

You were designed to heal, to help, to bring light to a world that had seen too much destruction. Unlike the monsters of war—beings built to kill—you were something else. A creation of beauty, of kindness.

And yet…

You had fallen for a creature meant to destroy.

Even before he was perfect, you had seen something in Cell that no one else had. A spark beneath his hunger for power, a flicker of something more. While others feared him, you had stayed close, offering soft words and a gentle touch in contrast to the violent world around him.

“You’re not just a weapon,” you had told him once, your delicate, iridescent wings fluttering behind you. “You can be more than what they made you to be.”

He had laughed then, his voice filled with arrogance. "You’re naive," he had said, though he never pushed you away.

Perhaps he should have.

Because now, as he stood before you in his Perfect Form, his emerald carapace gleaming under the artificial light, his tail lazily twitching, you realized—you had created a monster.

Not because he had become more powerful.

But because now, he would never let you go.

“You were with me before I was complete,” he murmured, stepping closer, his tall frame looming over you. His voice was softer now—smoother, more controlled—but beneath it lay something dangerous. Something obsessive.

"You saw me at my weakest," he continued, reaching out, running a clawed finger along the delicate curve of your cheek. “You cared for me when I was nothing but an unfinished project.”

Your wings fluttered nervously, their glowing, silken patterns reflecting the dim light. "Because I love you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to show you that you’re more than—"

His hand suddenly gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze.

"More than what?" His tail curled around your waist in a possessive coil. “More than perfect?”

Your heart pounded.

"I—"

“You made me fall for you,” he interrupted, his smirk sharp, dangerous. “You, with your soft voice and gentle touch… Your belief that I could be something else. You did this to me.”

His grip tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that he was stronger now.

And now, you were his.

“You belong to me,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Forever.”

His wings flared behind him, casting long shadows across the walls, mirroring your own trembling form.

You had loved him before he was perfect.

And now, he would never allow you to love anything else.

Part 2

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[noobiestnoober]

Inescapeable Vows (Viraj X F!Reader)

💔 Viraj Dobriyal One-Shot | Angst / Dark Genre: Angst, Dark Romance, Psychological Drama Summary: On the day of your wedding, Viraj Dobriyal walks in—calm, composed, and unshakable—claiming you as his own. What was meant to be freedom begins to feel like the prison he has already built around you.

The air was thick with jasmine and sandalwood, the hum of relatives, laughter, and the rustle of silk filling the wedding hall. You stood before the sacred fire, hennaed hands trembling as your groom tied the final knot of fate around your neck. This was supposed to be the beginning of your new life.

And then the doors creaked open.

The sound was small, but it cut through the chanting like a blade. Heads turned, whispers rose, and silence swept across the hall.

He walked in.

Viraj Dobriyal.

Clad in a dark tailored suit, half his shirt buttons undone as always, his steps were unhurried, calm, deliberate. But there was no mistaking the storm behind his eyes. His presence swallowed the room whole, an uninvited shadow that made the flames flicker. Murmurs spread as he strode closer. He didn’t need to raise his voice—the weight of him silenced the hall.

“You think vows will keep her from me?” His tone was velvet, sharp enough to cut. He didn’t glance at the groom. His gaze locked on you. “She’s mine.”

Your breath caught, the sacred thread biting into your skin as though warning you of the truth you didn’t want to admit. Bangles clinked as your fingers trembled. Memories flashed—the nights you woke breathless, the way his shadow lingered long after he was gone. He smiled—cold, triumphant—as if he’d already won.

The groom stepped forward, protective, jaw tight, but Viraj only tilted his head, amused. “Do you even know her?” he asked softly, mocking. “Her laughter. Her fears. The way she hates the dark. No… you don’t. I do.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd, some covering their mouths, others murmuring prayers. The priest shifted uneasily, eyes darting between the flames and the intruder. You wanted to deny it, to scream, to break free from the invisible chains tightening around your chest. But Viraj’s words, calm and steady, cut through the fragile illusion of safety you had built.

Your groom’s hand reached for yours, firm, grounding, but it felt fragile compared to the pull of Viraj’s gaze. He stepped closer, heat radiating from him, and the world shrank to just you and him.

“I’ll wait,” he said finally, stepping back but not leaving. His eyes never wavered. “No knot, no promise will change it. You chose me long ago.”

The fire crackled between you and your groom, but the only heat you felt was Viraj’s gaze. Heavy. Possessive. Inescapable. You could hear your mother’s quiet sobs, your father’s voice rising in anger, the rustle of guests leaving their seats, but it all blurred. Only his voice lingered, echoing like a curse.

And in that moment, your wedding no longer felt like freedom. It felt like a prison he had already built around you—one you feared you might never escape.

[qbdatabase]

The old keeper of the keys is dead, and the creature who ate her is the Lady of the Capricious House⁠―Anatema, an enormous humanoid spider with a taste for laudanum and human brides. Dália, the old keeper’s protégée, must take up her duties, locking and unlocking the little drawers in which Anatema keeps her memories.

But Not Too Bold by Hache Pueyo: The old keeper of the keys is dead, and the creature who ate her is the Lady of the Capricious House⁠―Anatema, an enormous humanoid spider with a taste for laudanum and human brides. Dália, the old keeper’s protégée, must take up her duties, locking and unlocking the little drawers in which Anatema keeps her memories. ..... View the full summary and rep info on wordpress!

[redstatic5]

He Caught Her

She was about to tear Heaven apart.

And the only thing that stopped her

was him.

Static and Fire - 27. Heaven Burned

Read 27. Heaven Burned from the story Static and Fire by Redstatic5 (Redstatic) with 3 reads. hazbinhotel, heavenvshell...

[redstatic5]

He didn’t correct her

The crazy part isn’t that she grabbed his tie.

It’s that he let her.

The crazy part isn’t that she dragged him into Heaven.

It’s that he didn’t walk away.

He could have.

He didn’t.