The villain is smitten but it's a playlist

PS: I want to thank u all for showing love to this playlist. Spotify link: open.spotify.com/playlist/2FSmyHInv6gpeWbkswlm9n?s… TIMESTAMPS 00:00 Beggin'- Maneskin 03:31 Be my queen- Seafret 06:53 Genius- LSD 10:25 Can't feel my face- The Weeknd 13:59 Smooth- Santana ft. Rob Thomas 18:55 No shame- 5SOS 22:07 With or without you- U2 27:04 Freaks- Surf Curse 29:29 Mind games- Sickick Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV1xEk0F3bs

Reading these comments make me feel like I'm on wattpad lmao

Villain tip of the day: Just be hot lol. If you’re even moderately attractive you’ll be able to grow an army of fans who will overlook your unspeakable crimes and do your bidding.

'I'll set the world on fire but wouldn't let a flame touch you...' is what I want😩🦋

“I’ve stolen everything there is to have under this sun...but your love seems to be the one thing I have to ask permission for.”

The creator really started it with maneskin, I CAN'T-

that one dislike is villain's sidekick who's also in love with MC

Jeez this comment section is filled with people who can write- this makes it all the better. Lol.

"You're heartless" "And who's fault is that?" "You're sick" "I'm afraid you are the cure, my dear."

The fact the comment section is filled with writers and their stories is so wholesome and I’m so happy I’m crying :-:

"A hero would sacrifice you to save the world but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you"

In my opinion a good villain is: 1. Intelligent; Makes strategic moves instead of actions driven by emotions. 2. Understandable; You may not accept their crimes or agree with their methods, but you understand the reasoning behind it. 3. Charming; They're evil/bad but you just can't hate them. 4. HOT

“How could I fall for a man who’s in love with himself?” ... use as you please 😉

This playlist starting with Damiano's voice caught me off guard. I'm a huge fan of Måneskin, thanks for this!! :D

“Do you not have a heart?” She asked, her voice quivering and tears folding her eyes. “You’re right, I don’t.. because you stole it.”

POV: She hums softly as she walks through the double doors out of her work building. The sound of cars driving on the street, and the scent of a nearby food truck filling the air. “Hey,” a voice says, jolting her from her thoughts. Her head snaps over and she sees the hero, her ex. “Hey,” she greets softly. Instinctively, she tugs her arms closer as he approaches. “Can we.. talk?” He asks. “No, sorry, I-.” She begins. “Just real fast, it won’t take anytime at all.” He interrupts. She blinks at him. “You heard her.” A voice says, sending a chill up her spine. Her breath hitches at his voice. His voice was deep, husky, authoritative. An arm snakes around her waist, tugging her to his chest. “What the hell?” The hero asks, horrified as he looks between the two. “I made you choose between the city and her.” The villain says, as he brushes his thumb across her hip. She swallows, trying not to flush or tremble from the soft caress. “That doesn’t mean you can have her, damnit.” The hero seethes. His eyes darkening with anger. “You chose. You chose the city every time, remember?” The villain reminds him. “I wouldn’t of had to choose if it weren’t for you,” the hero snarls stepping closer. She flinches at his tone and the step forward. The villain stops, seeing her reaction but the hero continues. “If you hadn’t taken her from me-,” the hero starts. “Shut up,” the villain snarls at him. The villain moves her behind him, placing himself between the hero and her. “I had to save her from the others. When you. Didn’t.” “That- I had to. The city comes first.” The hero says. “No, you’re wrong.” The villain was practically shaking with anger. She had flinched from the hero, the protector of the city. And people thought he was a bad guy? “Leave, hero.” The villain orders, his jaw clenching. The hero glares at him. “Leave.” The villain says, his hand moves to the gun strapped to his hip. “Now.” The hero stops and scoffs. “Whatever,” he snaps as he turns and walks off. She and the villain watch him leave, watch him disappear. The villain turns to her, his face softening instantly as he sees her eyes welling with tears. “Darling,” he murmurs, his gloved right hand cupping her cheek. A tear slides down her cheek and he carefully brushes it aside with his thumb. “You’re safe with me.” He consoles her. “I will never let anything or anyone hurt you again.” She trembles, looking away from him. “Look at me,” he whispers. Her eyes flick to his, he looks at her with absolute adoration and love. He was so in love with her. The way she smiled, a single single showing. The way she laughed. The way she whimpered when he caressed her skin. “I promise you, no one is going to hurt you.” He whispers as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Now let’s get you home.” - End POV

She woke up in the middle of the night, the bed beside her void of warmth. The disappointment that coursed within her was enough to make her frustrated. The man was growing on her faster than she had thought. Sitting straighter, she rested her back against the headboard and almost gasped when she saw a figure in the balcony, smoke clouding around him, as if he was just a shadow wrenched from the life, wandering in the dark night. She turned on the lights, noticing the instant rigidness of his broad shoulders. Her head cocked to the side in surprise when she spotted the burning cigarette that sat between his first two fingers. "I didn't know you smoke." She broke the deafening silence, folding her knees underneath her before bringing the duvet to cover her bare legs. She was still dressed in formal clothes, she needs to change soon. The bra was starting to suffocate her. He sighed, leaning in against the wooden banister. "You don't know a lot about me." She felt a humorless smile come over her face. "True." He turned around, his hands bracing the wooden banister as he leaned his torso against the edge and propped a foot on the concrete base, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth to drag the toxins in. "Well, you did say you don't drink." "That doesn't equate to not smoking." He shrugged, blowing out the ripples of grey smoke. She nodded, picking on the threads of the duvet, indulging her attention somewhere else instead of him. "What more bad habits do you have?" She questioned, her tone of mere curiosity. He breathed out a chuckle, tapping the burning tip of the cigarette on the wood to get rid of the ashes clinging to it. "Wanting forbidden things." Her eyes shot up to look at him. He had his gaze on the floor, but his attention was somewhere else. "Why? Because you can't have them?" She asked, her voice a soft timbre against the harsh winds blowing through the open windows. He looked up at her from underneath his long eyelashes, his grey eyes darker than usual. With a slow smile, he shook his head. "Because I would do anything to have them." He answered. Edit- It's a book on Wattpad named Phobia under my account SkWookie. Check it out if you're interested.

to the writers in the comment section, I applaud you! thank you! you made this so much better!

warnings: a little suggestive  As the only daughter of the royal family ruling the White Dove Kingdom, your parents sought to shelter their little princess. You were dressed in the finest of silks, wore the brightest of diamonds, and granted the greatest of gifts. You were fine living in the bubble you had been given, didn’t quite care much about the outside world because what could be better than what you already had? You were allowed to ask for anything, allowed to explore anywhere within the castle, but you could not leave it. You heard stories from your maids. Stories about the people of the Black Raven Kingdom and the war they started. You heard stories about how their eyes were as dark as night and if you stared into them long enough you’d meet Lucifer himself. You heard stories of the cities with pavement stained blood red and the grass fields tainted with gray ashes of the dead. The maids told you of the scars that marred his body and the black ink he used to cover them. You heard whispers of how heartless he was, not even sparring the children of the cities he conquered. You had witnessed your own knights returning home and too scared to return back into battle. He was a villain. One night, you heard a “thud” on your window. You should’ve alerted the guards. You should’ve stayed in bed and ignored it. You should’ve gone back to sleep. You should’ve but you didn’t. You got out of bed and opened the window to be met with the sight of a blackbird barely hanging onto the ledge. You managed to grab hold of it, softly holding it in your arms as you set it on your bed. It hurt your heart to see such a beautiful creature so broken and abused, it made you wonder how the hell did it end up in this state? Its feathers were nearly plucked out, one foot slightly bent, and beak a little crooked. You tended to its wounds as best as you could and gave it a nice warm bath in the sink of your bathroom while talking to it. Sure, it wouldn’t understand you but it felt nice to have a friend even if it was in the form of an animal.  “Whatever made you like this, you can heal little raven,” you found yourself saying as you petted its head lightly and kissed the top of its head before falling asleep. When you woke up the next morning, the raven had disappeared and your window was left slightly ajar. Throughout the rest of the week, the raven showed up by your window and no matter the time or however sleepy you were, you let it in and offered some water and food. You found yourself looking forward to its visits as you’d talk and tell it little stories about yourself. Your brother was to be the king of the White Dove Kingdom and you were meant to stay as a princess for the rest of your life, while it was something that you always knew, you found yourself wanting to get out of the castle eventually. “If only the war was over,” you found yourself saying, “I shouldn’t be talking, every day’s like a war to you, right? After all, wild animals like you do everything they can to survive. But I’d really love to have you with me and I’ll keep you safe little raven.” You weren’t sure if the raven actually understood you but you could swear on your life, you felt it nuzzle its head closer towards you. It was probably a day or two after that when trumpets of celebration rang all over the kingdom and your father had announced to you that the war was now over because the King of the Black Raven Kingdom was willing to form a peace treaty. You found yourself curious about the king, he was only a few years older than you and forced to take the throne out of necessity. But despite the war ending, your parents still sought to shelter you. While you were never granted the chance to meet the Black Raven King during the times that he came, your own little raven visited from time to time. About two years had passed when your mother decided to host a gala to celebrate the war’s end and such a celebration included officials and royals from the Black Raven Kingdom coming over. It was at this event that you met the king face to face.  Unlike the horror stories you had heard from everyone, you felt something different once you laid your eyes on him. While others saw the devil in his eyes, you saw a black canvas that could be painted with diamonds in the sky. The black ink covering his scars piqued your curiosity, you had gotten a glimpse of it when he’d lift up a glass and his sleeve would pull down sightly. Halfway through the night, you made your way to the balcony finding peace in being alone. It didn’t take long for someone else to come but that someone else was the king. As a sign of respect, you bowed your head and curtsied,  “K-king,” you said voice slightly stuttering at his unexpected presence. The tip of his fingers met the bottom of your chin as he had you look up at him, “You do not bow down to me, my dove. Not to me or to anyone.” You weren’t sure if it was the cold temperatures or the sudden pet name that sent shivers down your spine. He stood next to you, “Why don’t you fear me?” he asked as he looked out the sight of the kingdom. “I don’t think you’d hurt me.” “The shadows of my life hang over me.” “Shadows disappear with light.” “You’re innocent. A pure white dove that has yet to be corrupted.” A smirk finds its way to your lips,  “I wouldn’t mind if you corrupted me.” His chuckle makes itself known to your ears, “Those are dangerous words,” he says with a chuckle. You find yourself craving to hear the sound of happiness from him again as it was gone just as quickly as it came. “You’re a dangerous man.” “If I asked you to be my queen and I’ll be your king, would you be willing?” “I’d say you’re crazy.” “Really? I’d call myself a genius. Only a genius could lo- fall in love with a woman like you.” You feel yourself shivering whether it’s due to the cold or his presence you’re not sure. “I can’t feel my face,” you mutter. You feel a jacket placed over your, the king’s scent invading your nose. As you look up at him, “I really should leave.” “If you would leave it’d be a crying shame.” You ended up staying, your curiosity getting the better of you and you found yourself wanting to get to know the king better. You found that he was easier to control, or maybe it was because he was letting you control him, either way, you found yourself falling deeper. “I wanna know you more,” you said as you looked up at the ceiling of your room. It was a sight you had seen millions of times but it felt different with the Black Raven King’s half-naked chest pressed against your body and his arms wrapping around you. “Go on and light me like a cigarette,” he muttered, resting his head in the crook of your neck. This time it was you in his kingdom and you were within the comforts of his bed. But there was some conflict between your kingdom and his and you were here in hopes of solving it. “My hands are tied, my dove,” he said tone slightly frustrated. You walk towards him, arms wrapping around his neck as you begin trailing light kisses all over it, “Try, for me?” he sighed. He knew that with or without you, he couldn’t live and he would have preferred to be with you. “I’ll try,” he whispered. It was with those words, he had given himself to you. He dreamt of you every night. Found himself lost in the comfort of your safety, craving the warmth you had provided that he had been deprived of his entire life. He looked sight of you asleep on top of him, his hand tracing circles on your back while your hand was held over his heart. He couldn’t help the smile forming on his face at the sight of the ring that made its home on your left hand. Your brightness was starting to dim lately, following the darkness of his shadows. It was fun, watching you think that you were controlling him. edit // I was honestly not expecting this to get so much likes and interactions since I wrote it at like one am but thank you everyone !! <3 for those who are wondering: my wattpad is @enhyels edit two // thank you for all the feedback this short story has received i appreciate each and every one of you 🥺 bc of all the comments, i will be posting this onto wattpad !! it’s going to be titled “A Dove’s Innocence” and written in third person pov with mc’s from stories i never published and are probably still in my drafts from years ago lmao but anyways the Raven King’s name will be Crimsyn Andraste and the Princess of the White Dove Kingdom’s name will be Milani Alastair !! the first chapter & synopsis will most likely be published 2-3 weeks from now still i’m still working on writing stuff from tumblr !! edit three // the story is out now :D

"We had a deal, angel," the demon reminded in his rough, quiet voice. "I couldn't break it if I wanted to." The seraph watched him for awhile. Had they not spent years, centuries, in each other's company, it might have been easy to miss the softness around his pitch-black eyes, the tiny smile that showed off one sharp canine, ignoring his split lip. No one wore blood the way he did. It splattered his face like freckles and soaked his once-white shirt, the color of red wine, of communion and sacrifice. "You killed them. You didn't tell me you would kill them," the seraph stated. "I didn't say I wouldn't." "I seem to recall asking for a magical solution." The demon waved it off. "There was magic involved. Everything else was outside of your contract, so don't get your feathers in a twist. That sin's mine. Not like I can get any more damned than I already am, so does it really matter?" They regarded each other. The demon tilted his head and stepped forward, brow furrowed like he really didn't understand what he'd done wrong. He reeked of sulphur and stale blood, sweat, and someone else's fear. The seraph tried not to choke. "What's wrong?" the demon murmured. "Why did you do it? Are you so bloodthirsty you can't do a simple job without killing?" The demon frowned and brought one hand to the seraph's chin, forcing them to look at him, the other grabbing onto their shirtfront. His hot, smoky breath filled the air between them as his piercing gaze seemed to search for something, and the seraph was reminded of what it had been like to witness the demon tearing someone's throat out with those teeth hidden behind deceptively delicate lips, those bloodied hands parting a man's ribcage with terrifying efficiency - hands that were gentle now. "That really what you think of me, angel?" the demon inquired. The seraph shuddered, helpless to do anything but stare into those bottomless eyes. The demon smoothed a hand over their shoulder and leaned in a bit further. His voice dropped into something like honey over gravel. "After how long you've known me, did you really think I would let them get away with breaking your wings?"