Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, all the power-dampeners suddenly fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?
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aaaaaaa this was such a fun idea - im absolutely in love with this lil dynamic!! hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing it :D
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Animals. That’s all the agency ever saw the villains as. Animals they could poke and push and test and break into nothing.
So when the jail’s power-dampeners fail, the villains are more than happy to make like the tigers are out of their cage.
The villain to the supervillain’s right is burning the lock on his cell door. The villain on his left has fazed straight through hers. The supervillain steps up to the iron bars across his own cell to look beyond.
VIllains are flooding the corridor, breaking for the stairs one by one. “You,” he snaps as someone passes, and they thankfully slow down. “Open the door.”
Escape might be tantalising, if the villain’s quick glance to the stairs is anything to go by, but no villain ignores a supervillain. They rest their hands against the door for a moment, their brow knitted in concentration for a moment, before the lock clunks open.
They pull the door outward as the supervillain steps into the corridor, waiting impatiently. “Thank you,” the supervillain says shortly.
The villain wastes no time continuing their great escape, chasing the tails of the other villains. Golden light flashes against the walls of the stairwell like fireworks, panicked shouting drifting from above, dull thumping as inevitable bodies hit the floor. The superhero strolls up the steps to take in the carnage the villains are wreaking on the pristine agency.
Gunfire showers the corridor in the light of heaven itself. Agency guards are backed up against the one exit. Most of the villains have already pushed past them into the room beyond, but those who haven’t are springing on them from all directions with fire or ice or electricity or nothing but hatred.
He can see someone familiar through the chaos, the eye of the storm. His gun sprays death, his face twisted into a mix of anger and fear, his eyes set on the villain currently making her way towards him with palms of steaming water.
Almost all of the villains have passed through. Most guards are either lying in a puddle of crimson blood or following the flock into the next room. There’s two of them—his Favourite, and someone he couldn’t care less about.
The villain’s water flicks from her fingers and sprays the guard, earning a pained cry and a cringe away from her. His attention falls to the scalding cutting through his skin, and in one fatal move the villain swipes the gun from his hands.
The supervillain doesn’t have time to intervene. The other guard swings his weapon to the villain, and with a flash of golden light she drops to the ground. The gun clatters to the floor with her.
The two of them heave a breath like they’re free, and the supervillain sees his chance. He sweeps up the gun from the floor, shouldering his Favourite out of the way, before turning it on the other guard and opening fire. The force of the bullets shove the guard into the wall behind him, and his descent to the floor is accompanied by a nauseating streak of red.
The supervillain turns his gaze to the last guard, his Favourite, the one who helped him from the day he got here. The one who saw past the animals and saw a person.
The guard returns his gaze with abject horror, defenceless, trapped. His eyes are wide, his back pressed into the wall, his mouth working in a desperate attempt at what is probably a beg for mercy.
The supervillain doesn’t waste time. He doesn’t have any. He grabs the guard’s arm, earning a startled squeak, tucking the gun under his arm. He can see the burns left on the man’s arm from the villain’s attack; small but undoubtedly painful. He lays a hand over them and the guard hisses and pulls in his grip, whether in pain or fear of pain he can’t tell.
His hand is cool—he can tell from the way the guard relaxes in his hold after a moment. The supervillain holds down a pleased smile. “That’s it,” he says smoothly. “Is that better?”
He lets go and the guard tips his gaze to his skin, unblemished and unharmed. Like the water never touched him at all. His mouth opens. Closes. His brow creases.
“Your power…” he tries after a moment, confused, “they never figured it out. They thought you’d have something violent.”
The supervillain throws him a smile, unhidden this time. “They never expected a healer at the head of evil, did they?”
The supervillain drags him along, following the path of bloodshed like a map. Some villains are still loitering—one of them slinks up to the pair with a grin. They inspect the guard closely for a moment before running the edge of their knife across his jaw in thought. He tries to shrink away but the supervillain’s grip on him holds fast.
“Oh, isn’t this one pretty?” the villain purrs. They give the blade a flick for emphasis, and the guard flinches as the edge cuts a crimson line into his cheek. “Can’t wait to show the agency what happens to good little boys like him.”
“No one touches him, understand?” the supervillain snaps coldly. “He’s with us.”
The villain scowls, clearly unsatisfied with his answer. “Oh, we keepin’ pets now, boss?”
“We don’t keep pets, [Villain].” His gaze turns to the guard for a moment, a touch softer, almost thankful. “They’re not animals.”
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Hello! Will taking the fall chapter 7 only be posted on Patreon? I wanna read it but can’t afford it rn
most of the stuff on my patreon gets uploaded here eventually. i'm taking a brief hiatus during July because i have some significant IRL responsibilities and am pretty burnt out atm, but i'll hopefully be resuming usual posting soon.
Hey!! I found some snippets of the Leondas and Piter fae story, and it seems really cool!! I only found like 5 so is there more or like a tag I should search to find them or is that it? 
Happy New Year!
Hey hi, happy new year!! I absolutely treasure this kind of feedback, so thank you for taking the time to reach out!! @leondxs look!
Unfortunately we just don't have that much written out yet, those 4 or 5 posts are all there is of the story! Tune in next... unspecified length of time for more! It's so great to have a plot like this that lets him be his evil little guy self with an evil little guy buddy, we are definitely having some fun with it.
I was writing with @lellarps a while back, with that same general wizard verse that translates the science fiction Barony in Dune to a medieval fantasy Barony. Here, Piter finds an injured god of the underworld and agrees to help before he realizes what he's getting into. Post 1 is here [xxx] & I've got 6 total posts about that story so far. (I've actually been meaning to reach out to Lella to say I'd love to continue the story sometime if that still sounds fun... hi Lella!)
Hello!! I love all your works, but I think Taking The Fall has been my fav!! I just can’t get it outta my head lol. Do you know any other stories (either yours or someone else’s) abt borrowers that give off the same vibes? Like where they’re being kept + interrogated but the human isn’t a TOTAL asshole, but is still very scary?
Sorry if this is weird!! Love ur stories and i hope your day is going well!!
thank you, i'm so glad you've enjoyed!
i can't think of anything off the top of my head, but if anyone else has some good recommendations, please leave them in the replies/reblogs :)
Could you please write a story where a fae and a human have been friends for about a year. However, the human finds out what the fae is, and freaks out, thinking the fae is toying with him or wanting to make him his servant or something. When in reality, the fae had always watched humanity from afar, and just wanted to play along to see what it was like to have genuine friends?
Ooooo this one was fun, always love somethin a lil different!! Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing :D thanks for the request!
“You can’t trick me into one of your fairy circles or whatever. I’m not stupid.”
The human is saying this like the fae would even be able to do that from here. He’s poised with a pocket knife that his mother probably gave him to explore in the woods, on the other side of a ring of twigs that he knows the fae can’t pass.
The fae had blended in pretty well up until yesterday. His fae status had started to feel like it didn’t even matter. Well, it didn’t matter until the human wandered where he shouldn’t and found out the truth about him. The fae’s ability to pass between worlds seemed to give him a little bit of a shock, to say the least.
He’d said it was fine, but today the fae has found himself sitting in a fairy trap that the human purposely laid out for him. Clearly his trust was a little more broken than he let on.
“I’m not trying to trick you with anything. I don’t know how to prove something I’m not doing,” the fae says with a bright smile, and the human’s frown deepens.
“Y–You know my real name,” he counters.
“And have I used it yet?”
There’s a moment where the human is clearly trying to think of something incriminating, and the fae waits patiently for him to come to the inevitable answer. “But you might,” is the thrilling conclusion he comes to, and the fae can’t help but laugh.
“Believe me, if I wanted to have power over you I’d have taken it by now.” The weirdness of his words is contrasted by the innocent smile on his face. Everything about him seems innocent, really, with the oddly friendly demeanour and the soft, dreamlike aura. His supposed innocence is how he got here in the first place, and how he miraculously managed to make a friend within the first day of arriving.
Said friend is still looking unconvinced but doesn’t say anything, so the fae carries on in his stead. “I was just… I don’t know. Your world is so nice, and humanity is so interesting, so I thought it’d be nice to explore a little. You understand that, don’t you?”
He gestures vaguely to the thick covert of trees around them, and the human briefly glances about as well. “Besides,” he continues, “I got to meet a really nice human, just like I always wanted.”
The human positively beams at that, before the fae returns it and he catches himself.
“I don’t know…” His little knife is trembling in his hand like he’s facing a tiger. “I don’t know. What’s the big deal about being here if it’s not about stealing people away?”
The fae’s expression dampens, possibly for the first time since they met. “Well, I’m a little lonely in the fairy realm, to be honest.” He runs a hand through the grass in front of him, careful not to tear any of the blades out. “The other fae are always so serious and busy all the time. I thought I might have more luck making friends here.”
The human’s face softens slightly, his knife drooping in his grasp. “Me too,” he says with a short nod. “I don’t have any friends at school. People are mean sometimes.”
“Well that’s not fair,” the fae says dramatically. “I can’t really come to your school, but I can be your friend. Maybe one day I’ll even magic the mean people away.”
The hostility is dropped almost instantly at the mention. “You can do magic?”
The fae grins with an ecstatic nod. “I have some pretty cool party tricks.”
The human takes a step forward, nerves flattened by burning curiosity. “Can… Can you do something?”
“Well…” The fae glances at the array of twigs encircling him like nature’s halo. “Not in here. Traps dampen my magic. If you break the circle I can get out.”
The curiosity burns a little less brightly for a moment. “Are you gonna, like… kidnap me?”
The fae shrugs nonchalantly, a tame smile tracing his lips. “Not unless you want me to.”
The human deliberates, staring him down like he’s waiting for him to admit something. He stays quiet, staring back with a lot less suspicion and a lot more kindness, so after a moment the human steps forward to kick some of the twigs out of formation.
The fae springs to his feet to test the edge of the circle. He takes a careful step through, and when it’s obvious that it’s harmless he passes it completely. He sighs blissfully at the flow of magic washing over him once again.
“Thank you,” he says genuinely after a moment. “I feel a lot better now.”
The human nods shortly. “Can you… uh…”
The fae laughs brightly, and it’s like nothing ever went wrong. “Yeah, wanna see something cool?”
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oh Anna, I’m sorry I’ve made you care about this character 😅 🤫
R7: Something about if they’ve bullied other people
Oh for sure. Ghorek comes from a culture where violent supremacy helps to establish your class position. I think of them as a little Klingon-y. But yeah, Ghorek isn’t a nice guy. He’s killed, he’s maimed. But there’s just something about this pathetic kid that he doesn’t like to see get kicked around.
R20: What does your character wish people knew about them?
Ghorek works in the engines because he wasn’t really able to fight anymore. He was in a fire fight that went very wrong and was one of the only people to walk out alive. Others say that he should be proud or shouldn’t let it bug him but he can’t control that his hands now shake too much to hold a gun.
