#vampire villain

[automeris-io-moth]

Short #1

“Oh my,” Civilian heard in the distance, a fog blurring their sight, and the unshakable feeling of exhaustion confusing their head “poor little thing, left for dead.” 

The figure approached, kneeling in the ground beside them, softly grabbing their head with both their hands, guiding it upwards, towards them, stroking their sweaty hair, wet with something sticky, something dark and too agitating to think about at that time and place. 

A weave of nausea quickly catched up, forcing Civilian to react, moving in a quick motion their head to the side, throwing up all over the floor beside them and the stranger handling them with so much care. 

“Oh love, that can’t be good,” the figure continued, pulling them close once again, a handkerchief cleaning the corners of their mouth with light taps “what do you say I take you home? I can make it all better, I bet that you’re feeling quite uncomfortable right now.” 

Civilian nodded absentmindedly, only half processing what they were agreeing to, immediate relief from their pain and turmoil coming right before self preservation. Vampire related incidents were on the rise in the city, it was an open secret. 

The stranger smiled warmly. 

“I’m glad,” they said, twisting the young person in their arms to carry them comfortably to the elegant white car waiting for them, door opened, man waiting beside it “you’re gonna be the perfect example for Hero, he needs to learn how dangerous they are when rejecting their sires help, they must not have even realised they left you there dying.” 

The stranger sighed, getting them inside the car, resting Civilian’s head over their lap, not caring for the blood and grime staining their pants and car seats. 

“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I’ll take care of you until they are capable, even if that takes a couple decades.” 

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[avvail]

For bingo, vampiric draining: vampire villain hasn’t eaten and things nearly go very, very badly for hero when he tries to help. (m/m if you wouldn’t mind? 👀)

The villain’s strength was no match for him; that was a given when the hero was a human and the villain was a vampire.

He’d dealt with the villain for so long now, that the idea of his hunger never frightened him. He knew the signs, could get him an option that didn’t cross his moral codes, and the villain’s never ending urges could be satisfied until it came crashing back again.

“Villain,” the hero snapped, biting back a painful cry on his tongue when the villain’s fingers twisted into his disheveled hair, twisting it at an angle that exposed his neck. The villain could probably hear how fast his pulse was racing against his skin right now - the hero had thought he had things under control. The villain had said he was fine, that he was getting enough blood.

But he was completely off the rails.

How had the hero not noticed?

His hands grappled at his chest, trying to push him off, but it was like pushing off a block of steel, and the villain could easily incapacitate him with one rough slam into the ground. The hero wheezed, feeling the prick of his fangs scrape along his flesh. He squirmed desperately, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Villain, listen to me!” He tried to shout. “I’m trying to help you!”

This was animalistic hunger. How long had the villain gone without feeding? The hero wasn’t sure if it was his fault for not noticing, or the vampire’s for lying about it for so long. His heart dropped to his stomach when he felt those fangs sink into the flesh of his neck, and the hero almost screamed.

He instead groaned through clenched teeth, fingers digging so hard into the villain’s shoulder, he was sure it had drawn blood.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his body completely paralysed from the pain. Tears stung his eyes, and he desperately tried to pinch them shut. It hurt; he’d never felt a pain so intense before, as if he’d been slammed into a brick wall at high speeds.

The villain was greedy and a messy eater, barely feeding from the first wound before moving to bite elsewhere on his neck. The hero’s forehead broke out into a clammy sweat as the coppery stench of their own blood began to fill their senses.

“Asshole,” he grumbled, his voice grim. The grip on his shoulders slowly began to ease. The villain was going to regret this when he snapped out of it, and the hero felt guilty for not doing enough. He should’ve noticed. Why hadn’t he noticed? “You’re spilling most of it.”

The hero tried to blink back the haziness that was beginning to overwhelm their vision, creating something like a mist over their eyes. The villain pressed himself impossibly closer, having made good work of the hero’s shoulder this time. He felt blood soak his hair - it would be a nightmare to wash out. If he ever did.

It felt like an eternity - a slow death. He didn’t know what else he expected, but it was a little boring. An anticlimactic way to die. The numbness had kicked in, and he could hardly even tell when the villain plunged his fangs into another inch of skin, draining him dry.

He swallowed uneasily when the villain’s tongue dragged along his neck. This wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined it happening. He could dream, though.

He suddenly felt the villain’s bloody hands cupping his cheeks, and his half lidded eyes managed to blink through the blurriness to catch a glimpse of his face. Minutes must have passed by without the hero even realising. The villain must have snapped out of it, but he couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

He wanted to make some kind of joke, but he didn’t have the energy to say anything, not when the villain cradled him in his arms, and not when he felt himself being carried someplace else.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

HELLO THERE I LOVE YOU WRITING and I was gonna ask for Human Hero x Vampire Villain but SPICYY (in an universe where Vampires are very sensitive to people biting them) I’ve been thinking about this for a WHILE

Suggestive (spicy)

“So, you always moan in close combat?” The hero leaned against the doorframe with their shoulder lazily and it didn’t take long for their head to follow as well. They would’ve come across as bleary if their smile didn’t reflect their annoying confidence.

“Not necessarily,” the villain answered. They leaned back in their chair as their eyes undressed the hero mercilessly. In twenty-four hours, they’d bore themselves to death in a cell. Better use the time they got.

“Is it some kink or has it gotten something to do with your ridiculously big ego?”

The villain bit back a smirk.

“Certainly got something to do with other ridiculously big…things,” they said. The hero was visiting them for a reason right before they’d get imprisoned. Whether it was for information or torture or humiliation — the villain was here for it. Whenever, all the time.

“You’re filthy.”

“You started it.”

“Touché.” The hero tilted their head a little, as if they liked that the villain wasn’t giving in right away. “You moaned last week. When you pushed me against the wall and annoyed the living shit out of me.”

For some reason, the hero tolerated them, talked with them. The villain had learnt that…humans did everything in their power to avoid them. They knew they could be intimidating at times, especially their eyes which tended to be wide and provoke a deeply unsettling feeling in people. It didn’t help that the villain loved to stare at people, observe them. They supposed it gave them a little bit of an unhinged character.

However, right now, they relaxed and their eyes were half-lidded, nearly closed. Even though the hero didn’t seem bothered by their appearance, this conversation was way too lovely to lose it to some simple mistake.

“That’s correct,” they said, a tad amused.

“I bit you.”

“I’m impressed by your incredible memory. Given your intelligence quotient, I didn’t expect you out of all people to—” Without a warning, the hero tugged at their nemesis’ hair harshly, pulling it back to gain access to their throat which made the villain (involuntarily) take in a sharp breath.

“You moaned,” the hero said. They caressed the villain’s neck with their lips, pressing more against their voice box when they found it. Unwillingly, the villain’s eyes widened as they felt the hero so close to them. It took all of their self-control to keep their instincts at bay. Blood. If the hero’s throat was this close to them…

The hands in their hair grabbed harsher, as if to remind the villain to behave as the hero put more and more pressure into their unholy conquest. Opening their mouth, they finally kissed the villain’s skin, sucking only slightly, teasing them.

“Shit,” the villain cursed. “What the hell are you…?”

They closed their eyes, squeezing eyelids together as they realised what was about to happen. Without waiting, the hero opened their mouth more and more until their teeth scraped against the villain.

“Hey…woah, hey—” the villain managed but everything that followed was lost between moans and whimpers as the hero caught skin and muscle between their teeth and bit down gently. As if that wasn’t enough, they sucked gently and had the audacity to smirk.

It made the villain soft. They melted when desire took over, an instinct, a longing they couldn’t hold back any longer. They felt themselves blushing, felt how their pupils blew up and how they truly didn’t appreciate to be tied to the chair.

“No, please…” Their mind clouded and they imagined the fingers on their jaw moving down, imagined the lips going up. What it would feel like to ruin the hero right here, right now. God, they probably wouldn’t be able to do it. The hero had them in their hand, reducing them to a little puppet they could make jump whenever they pleased.

Slowly, the hero got rougher until it became unbearable to sit still and do nothing when this evil hero squeezed their throat a little too tantalisingly. For good measure — or to torture the villain even more — the hero licked over the bruised spot, leaving more saliva than they should have. Satisfied with the result, they hummed and pressed another kiss to it.

“You’re beautiful,” they said. Their grip in the villain’s hair loosened and both their hands found a way to frame the villain’s face. “Look at me.”

The villain realised they must’ve had slipped back into their insane stare but with the hero guiding them, they felt like it wasn’t that important.

Finally, the hero sat down on their lap, thighs around their hips. Hell, the villain couldn’t concentrate anymore, they already felt fucked out.

“Do you want…information…?” The villain was trying to remember how to breathe, overwhelmed with the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Want to tell you that you’re beautiful.” The hero pressed a soft kiss to their lips. Short. Innocent. It wasn’t enough.

“Please, don’t…”

“You’re beautiful.” The hero kissed them again. “So fucking beautiful.” And again. “My beautiful villain.”

The kisses got more passionate, deeper and desperate. As if the hero was searching for something. Whatever it was, the villain was willing to open themselves to them, be vulnerable and show them the most rotten part of them.

Ready to burn and be burnt. Whatever it was going to be, the villain wanted it, wanted more than that and couldn’t let go of the thought. When the hero’s tongue pushed against theirs, they wanted the hero to break their heart.

And when the hero left, they cursed themselves for thinking that any part of watching the person they loved leave could be tragically romantic.

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[mirohtron]

The supervillain dug their talons deep into the hyperventilating villain's neck. This was unbelievable—the villain was nothing, nothing, how did they sneak in?

"I should kill you," they said coldly.

The villain made a noise wholly born of fright. "Please, please, don't, I want to make a deal—hah!" They choked down a sob, bit down on their lip to do it, when one of the supervillain's sharp talons scraped down their skin. "They wouldn't let me in, you have to believe me. You can't possibly think I was trying to sneak in to, like, steal—"

The supervillain yanked them up, so they were sitting on their desk. A bottle of ink had spilled and matted part of their brown hair black. The villain didn't dare move, tensing up every muscle in their body.

The supervillain clenched their jaw and squeezed the villain's neck, making them whimper in fright. "Tell me how you broke in," they said lowly and through their teeth, "from where you broke in, and why you thought sneaking up behind me was worth a deal I could reject."

"Let me tell you about the deal first!" the villain said, and then screamed when the supervillain raked sharp talons down their skin. "Flowers! Flowers. I brought sleepy poppies to the back guards and acted smitten and said I wanted to give it to you. They sniffed it and were out like a light in minutes. And then—I used their fingerprints and keycards and stuff to get in."

"Sleepy poppies?"

The villain sniffled. "I grew them experimentally. They're mine."

The supervillain rolled their tongue, beyond furious that a stupid thing like them could trick their guards. Somebody was going to die tonight.

"There's people constantly on watch," they said. "Constantly at work. You will tell me exactly how you got inside my office."

The villain pointed up, to the open vent. They dug in their pocket and took out a pen. "Heated the grates off. I didn't wanna make noise."

The supervillain yanked the pen out of their grip. They took the cap off and found a piece of metal that was in a similar shape as the cigarette lighters in cars inside.

The villain sobbed in panic when they glared. "Why are you mad? I was—I wasn't going to do anything bad—" they shut up when the vampire sneered.

"You're not even in gear."

The villain's voice came out in a loud, panicked shout. "Because I wasn't going to fight you!"

"Shut up!" The supervillain yanked them close. The villain's eyes were wide, their chest rising up and down unsteadily, their knuckles white as their hands turned to fists. "You come into my lair, my office, with nothing but a piece of metal that can get hot and flowers, and you think I should appreciate your brain because you got past a couple useless guards?"

Blood was already dripping from the shallow wounds the supervillain had given them on their neck, scented sweet. It would be so, so easy to just squeeze and stop their whining. The villain's face twisted. "I didn't come here to make a useless deal!"

"Then why, pray tell, did you come here? To join me?"

"I came here because superhero's gonna kill you!"

The supervillain froze. For a moment all the anger and arrogance left them as they stood there to process. The villain was red-cheeked and panting, and the part of their hair matted with ink was drying into a solid clump.

Slowly, the supervillain turned their talons back to their cold fingers. "Nobody can kill me."

The villain half-scoffed half-laughed, and it came out halfway broken. "You're a vampire."

The su—the vampire froze, once more. The villain was clutching the edge of their expensive desk now. The ink bottle had a dark pool around its mouth, staining the mahogany.

"I'm no vampire."

"Silver hurts you! And—" the villain took a breath too big and coughed. "And your hands are cold," they said miserably, as though temperature was their biggest worry right now.

"Silver doesn't hurt me, I wear silver jewellery. What are you—"

The villain slipped their hand under the vampire's sleeve and held their wrist, and immediately the vampire's skin burned. And it wasn't like their skin heated up, no. It was like blue fire had touched their skin, like their nerve endings were sizzling.

The vampire screamed. The villain went pale and started to snatch their hand back, but the vampire took it and slammed them back down on the table.

In rage the vampire caught their face in their fingers, digging their human nails into the hollows of their cheek. The villain took their turn to scream in fear. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, my ring is silver and—I'd been careful not to—"

"Fine," the vampire gritted out. "Fine. I'm a god damn vampire. How did you find out?"

The villain took a remarkably steady breath, visibly swallowing down all of their sobs and hiccups and the rest of their pathetic crying. "You don't appear on camera. Your body is cold. I came here before, way back before I became a villain, as some else's arm candy. I noticed you didn't have a single thing that was real silver. Gold, brass, steel, bronze, diamond—you had everything except silver. I..." The villain's breath hitched.

"Go on."

The villain took a breath halfway through their nose before they realised it came as an annoying sniffle, and took in the rest through their mouth. "I kept notes. I theorised that your weakness was silver. You kept it hidden well but..."

"And the superhero now knows?" The vampire squeezed the villain's jaw. "She knows because you told her, didn't you? And she's going to kill both of us now because you couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut?"

The villain frantically shook their head. The spilled bottle of ink was right by their head. "They broke into my place and went through my stuff." They lifted the arm of theirs that wasn't pinned down to the table and shook it to shimmy down the sleeve. The vampire turned their head and saw the beginning of what looked like a deep cut that just missed their vein. "I've got these all over me. They found out my theories on you and kept me alive just because they thought I had something that could kill you. I lied and said I did."

"How did you escape?"

The villain's face twisted in anxious frustration. "Why does it matter? Why does it matter at all—I ran when they weren't looking!" They curled away from the villain's sharp talons. "Please, please, I promise I only came here to warn you."

"And?"

The villain looked at them tearily. "And for protection from heroes."

The vampire gritted their teeth. They'd kept the silver thing hidden well, and for so long. If the villain had figured it out just because they happened to connect a few dots...

Well, it seemed like they were slacking off. And as cowardly and weak as the villain was, they'd clearly been silently observing a lot of people, and they were also resourceful and intelligent.

The vampire brought them up again. "I don't care about you, let's make that clear."

"Well, I don't care about you either." The villain frowned childishly, sniffling. The vampire laughed in amusement.

"Good, so this relationship is purely professional. You must know what the superhero's weakness are."

"Some," the villain said. "She's good at hiding it if something hurts her, but she's always shocked first." The vampire caught them flexing their ringed hand. "As strong people always are."

The vampire looked back at the villain. The villain quickly realised that the vampire had clocked that movement and paled, and then quickly flushed and opened their mouth to no doubt apologise, but the vampire ignored them.

"Work with my men," they said. They let go of the villain's neck, which was now red and bleeding, and placed a finger over their chest. "Co-operate. They will send me periodic reports on you."

The villain's features lifted in shock, and then they took in a relieved breath. "So you'll offer me protection?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, oh my God, thank you. I was so scared you wouldn't, I'm so grateful and I...I..." They trailed off as the vampire began to make their way to their office doors.

"Be gone from my office by the time I come back," the vampire said, hand on the door handle. "I need to sort things out and fire a couple guards."

The vampire left.

The villain wiped off all traces of their act from their face, and twisted their silver ring around their finger.

They took that stupid bottle of ink and threw it to the ground, and then put their head in their hands and groaned.

God, if they were busted, they'd so dead.

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[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Snippet #29

TW: Blood, angst, vampire (turning involved, but it's consensual), not edited damn

I am so sorry for not writing for so long, it's just that for a while my life's been a mess and kinda is now. Anyyywayy, hope u enjoy <; 3

"You know you can't get too far," a lazy, and yet painstakingly familiar voice drawled after Hero.

They were running as fast as humanely possible, ignoring the cramps as their legs worked like machinery to carry them at a speed they never even knew was achievable.

It didn't matter in the slightest, and the villain was right; if anything, it only served to humiliate the hero further. In the dark, the villain had the upper hand. The night was theirs, and they ruled with an iron fist.

It was simply a game of time, simply depending on exactly when the villain got bored of toying with them.

If the hero was quick, their adversary was supernaturally fast. If they hid in the dark, between thickets of trees, held their breath and became practically invisible, the criminal could sniff them out like a bloodhound, could see at night just as clearly, if not even more.

As though to prove their point, to bring some rationality to a seemingly irrational fear, the villain materialised next to them from the shadows, a dagger-sharp smirk on their pale-skinned complexion, as the moonlight cast a cool, dim glow on their features.

"Darling," the villain purred as the hero nudged their elbow into their shoulder, "you know that doesn't feel like anything to me, right?" They raised a dark eyebrow, entirely amused as the crime-fighter opened their mouth and tried to insult them, except all that came out was an incoherent snarl of rage.

"Exhausted isn't the best look on you, lovely," the criminal added, frowning a little at the hero's disheveled state; their hair astray in every direction, the sweat beading down their temples and the tatters in their clothes from where the branches snagged on the fabric.

Still, the hero tried their hardest to ignore their nemesis, still continued lying to themselves, thinking they could outsmart one the most cunning bastards they'd ever met. But the hero was nothing, if not a fighter, the type to try and break through stone with their teeth and nails if that was all they had because even if they died before making a dent in solid rock, the blood on their hands would be a testament to their effort.

Except right now, they wished to scream at the villain, to use every profane word their tongue could form, but the bile rising in their throat made it difficult to say a word. And sure, they'd been trained to act with ruthless efficiency, but nothing in their training had prepared them for playing a losing game with the supernatural.

"I don't see why you're running like a racehorse, Hero," the villain called out, leaning back against a tree, impatiently tapping their nails against the trunk, calmer than ever.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's that I don't want to die," the hero hissed through gritted teeth, already out of breath and entirely furious that the villain could still see their humiliated blush in the dark.

Except the villain hadn't broken out into a fanged grin, no teasing remark falling from their lips. Instead they pulled away from the tree like they'd been burnt, their relaxed posture disappearing along with their casual demeanor like smoke. "Hero," the immortal started gently, "do you think if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have tried already?"

"Is that supposed to help?" the crime-fighter scoffed incredulously, finally stopping in their tracks, exhausted.

"I guess not," the villain attested, running a tired hand down their face, looking embarrassed for the life of them, and if the hero had been in a better mood, they would've found the absence of their long-time enemy's quintessential smug face amusing.

"Well," the villain said, the uncertainty bleeding out of their tone as fast they could manage, "all this," they said, waving their hand indicatively, "it's because I want you." They crossed some of the distance between them, and there was just enough light to see the knife-sharp emeralds soften into something they've never seen before, instead of the hungry flash of red they'd expected.

For a moment, the hero wondered if this was the vampire's intoxicating hypnotism, the poisoned honey many a tale warned of. Except it seemed nothing like it, this was raw and almost terrifyingly intimate as the criminal's feet trudged closer to the where the hero was, the crime-fighter themselves moving in tandem with them. They were breathing each other's air, except Hero was still terrified. The villain's sudden inclination to be gentle didn't completely take the edge off the situation. "You're not lusting for my blood?" they breathed out, carefully searching the villain's face for an answer.

"No," they replied, their hands gently resting on the hero's shoulders, cold against their skin, but their burning skin welcomed the feeling as the villain's fingers gripped onto the shredded fabric coyly, "it smells like heaven, but it isn't why you mean something to me. I shouldn't be able to stand this close and not give in to my instincts. But here I am, and I don't even care," they half-whispered, their hand now stroking patterns down to half of the hero's spine, and if suppressing their emotions hadn't been hammered into them like stone, they would have shivered at the touch.

"And why me? Does something about me make you feel powerful?" the crime-stopper asked, almost challengingly, their hand gripping onto the villain's strong arm, a slight upturn of the corner of their lip as the vampire's breath caught in their throat for a moment. There was something entirely powerful about watching the expressions on their face change ever so subtly.

"Quite the contrary. I like the taste of power, yes, but my ego isn't so fragile that I deeply need someone to feed it. You make me feel I can fight for something. Like I should." The villain's hands were in their hair now, stroking through the strands like it was common practice, like they weren't setting something in the hero's heart on fire.

The vulnerability in the criminal's eyes, the tone of their voice, even though it wasn't the seductive drawl they were all too familiar with, pulled them into something they forgot they were capable of feeling. They wrapped both their arms around the villain, pulling them closer against their chest, unable to understand how they could go from being terrified to whatever this was, but maybe they didn't need to.

They just knew they wanted the villain, they always did. Even when they ran, they weren't scared of their enemy's bloodlust as much as they were scared of their own attraction to someone they were never supposed to have, of how those emotions controlled them.

They weren't sure when the criminal's lips were pressed to their cheekbone in a kiss, and they weren't cold, no. They weren't dead, they were nothing if not so incredibly alive, a trail of fire quickly gone cold as the villain pulled away.

"Talk to me, love," the vampire half-whispered, taking the hero's hands into theirs, their fingers skirting over their knuckles gently.

For a moment, the crime-fighter’s grip on the villain's hands loosened, and their eyes met the mist shrouding the trees ahead, and they almost wished to run, but they steeled themselves. "I'd stay with you, I'd be yours," they murmured into the criminal's shoulder.

"But?"

"Don't you realise that out of both of us, only you live forever? That your strength needs a match or you'll suffer, and we both know it?" they said earnestly, swallowing the acid in their throat and somehow managing to stop the tears pricking at their eyes from threatening to flow.

The villain's eyes widened for a moment before their hand came to rest on the hero's neck. "Do you trust me?"

The crime-fighter bit down on their lip harshly, swallowing the fear of the risk like it was nothing. For their whole life, they'd been so cautious, planning every step of the way, and it was exhausting.

Screw it. Screw it all.

They nodded, and that was when the villain's fangs were in their neck, the gentle grip of their arm on their waist, and the hero's grip tightened on their body as they shivered, holding out through the pain, just until the villain's own blood dripped into their system. And it felt like being brought back from the dead, the rush of adrenaline coursing through their veins. The criminal held out their arm, and the hero bit into it like it was second nature, and instead of the metallic taste they were used to, crimson honey made its way down their throat, the intoxicating scent wafting into their nose unannounced.

They finally pulled away to see Villain smiling at them as the cut on their arm closed just as fast it opened. They must've been hilarious, blood all over their face. but if the criminal noticed, they didn't mention it. "Can I have you, love?" they asked.

The hero nodded again, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and grinning, ignoring, or perhaps proud of their blood-stained fangs.

Happy endings may be a luxury not every love story can afford, but that does not mean they are unattainable. Hidden feelings are the bitter poison the heart burns itself alive with because emotions are not to be left till they rot into something cold and empty. No one said it is meant to be easy, but it is all the more worth to try.

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[epiclamer]

hi bbygorl epiclamer may i request something about dracula villain and hunter hero pleek

spicy, angsty, whatever suits u

I love how you started this ask.

Dracula

Hero froze, every hair on the back of their neck all the way down to their toes stood on edge, alerting to a presence they couldn’t see. Earlier they could’ve sworn they heard something or someone down the alleyway and they couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. They blamed it on being paranoid. They blamed it on foolishness.

But now?

Now, they were sure of themselves. Someone or something was here with them. Watching them, stalking them, crowding them so close they were practically touching, but every time Hero turned to look, no one was there.

It was the type of feeling that drove one mad.

The hero took another deep breath, trying to settle their raging thoughts as they closed their eyes. Feeling the ghostly tickle of warmth breath against their neck that made them shiver.

Settling themselves before they turned once more, only this time they decided to greet their watcher with a not-so friendly punch. Whirling around with all of their strength laid in their fist, feeling it hit and being almost relieved.

That was, before they realized that they hadn’t landed a punch at all. No, in fact, their hit had been caught, their fist held in another’s lax hand as they heard the all too familiar chuckle of their nemesis ring out.

“Adorable.”

Hero wrenched their fist back before Villain could tighten their grasp any more.

“I am not.”

The vampire’s smirk only grew. Soft red eyes gleaming in the darkness of the alleyway. A piercing gaze that Hero should’ve recognized the second they felt watched.

“No? Then why are your cheeks all pink if not to kill others with your cuteness, mousey?”

Hero only flushed even darker—because of their rage, of course, not because of the teasing.

“I am not a mouse.”

“No, not just a regular old mouse. You’re my mousey. I thought we’d been over this before, hm?”

The particular gleam in Villains eyes looked hungry, so very hungry. It was intense and captivating, Hero just wanted to stare forever into those beautiful red eyes�� Slowly drifting away into calmness… Slowly falling asleep to those ruby red eyes…

Villain didn’t waste any more time in pinning the malleable hunter against the wall. “Not so fast, dearest. Don’t stare for too long or you might drift off right into my arms, hm?”

Hero snapped back to reality, gaze broken off from their enemy’s as they regained all consciousness of their situation. Struggling at the overwhelming presence of life coming back to them all at once, they gasped.

The hunter’s hands grappled at their nemesis, something solid to hold onto and something real to stabilize their running mind. They needed to calm down, they needed their cuffs or their stake or even just something as simple as a clove of garlic.

But their enemy was too close for comfort now and if they didn’t get control they would lose this fight. They couldn’t lose this fight.

“Relax, Hero. I promise I won’t bite, yet…”

Unfortunately, Villains words were far from anything that could be considered comforting.

Hero willed themselves to stay strong, to keep their stoic facade and finally capture the villain after they had been fighting for so long. But the other part of them was stronger, the vampire’s magic was stronger, and with one last shared glance, Hero fell limp in Villains arms.

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[galaxy-mermaid-musi]

Moonlight

Hero softly shut the door to Villain's office. Across the room their target seemed to be asleep on their desk.

"Villain?" They whispered.

Eyes still closed, Villain's head rose to lean on their hands.

"No one's seen you in weeks! Are you okay?" Hero asked, adding hopefully, "Have you thought about my offer?"

"Oh, Hero..." Villain sat up and their eyes snapped open.

Hero, mind frozen in place, found themself walking across the room.

"I-"

Another step.

"-am so-"

Two.

"-very..."

Step.

"-very..."

Step.

"-tired."

Stop.

Right in front of villain.

Right in front of those shining red eyes that had been blue last they met.

Right as the moonlight seeped through a window to the side, bounching off a tooth that was far too long and sharp.

#musismuses #hero and villain #heroxvillain #writing snippet #writing prompt #vampire villain

[mommymothman]

Hi, yes hello, I’d like to order some hero x vampire villain? With a side of hero not knowing what the heck is going on? Maaaaaybe suggestive vibes? (It’s fine if not lmao)

Have a nice day!!

Every time someone asks me to write something about vampires I feel my power grow.

cw: suggestive, blood, general vampire stuff and such

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“You know, when you said ‘let’s go grab a bite’ I wasn’t expecting this.”

Hero closes a hand over the bite wound, trying to stop the warm rush of blood that seeps through their fingers.

Villain only grits their teeth as they avoid Hero’s gaze.

They thought they were over this. Over the hunger.

Only newly turned, the villain wasn’t sure how long they could go without satiating their strange new craving for blood.

So maybe it wasn’t a good idea to ask Hero out for dinner. Because of course they would drag them around the corner like sweethearts who couldn’t wait until they got home, only to take a nice, big, horrifying, chomp out of their neck. Vampire hunting instincts were weird.

“Okay, listen,” Hero says, shaking Villain away from their current thoughts, and holding their hand out. The hand covered in blood.

Alarm bells ring in Villain’s head.

Their stupid, stupid, Hero approaches them, concerned.

Villain’s eyes were glowing red, they had fucking fangs, and Hero had the temerity to be concerned for them?

“Look, I don’t know, what’s going on, or why you did that, but it’s okay, alright? I’ll take you to our healer and maybe they’ll know what to do and we can help-“

Villain couldn’t even give Hero a chance to finish their sentence before roughly pushing them into a corner.

Hero froze as they felt Villain’s warm breath along their neck, they feared that if they even breathed it would send Villain into doing whatever they were going to do to them.

“You’ll let me, won’t you?”

“Wh-what do you-“

Hero gasps as their nemesis leans in closer and takes a lick of the blood dripping from their wounds, so long, and slow, that they shudder. It was as if Villain was savouring the taste of them.

“Villain…”

But they get no response, only a pleasurable hum that vibrates along their skin.

“Villain.”

“I’m starving, Hero. I want the taste of you so bad. Will you let me?” They murmur, sounding far-away.

“No, Villain,” Hero says, firmly, despite the shakiness in their voice.

And that seems to snap them out of it.

“Shit. Shit, Hero, I’m sorry I have to- I’m sorry I know I can’t leave you like- I have to go.”

Horrific, Villain thinks, trying to eat someone is definitely not a first date thing.

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[lesbianwriter]

Hero was pinned against the wall. Her gun was discarded on the floor, she had a paper due tomorrow, and Villain was pressed against her. Skin to skin. Body to body. Every breath the other took could be felt.

If she let herself be bitten then she’d be turned into a vampire—a murderous, vile creature. What would she do then? Her friends would kill her since they were all hunters, too. And Villain. She’d have to be around her for all eternity.

Villain lifted her prey’s head up, a clawed finger at Hero’s chin, and Hero’s breath caught in her throat like a fly trapped in honey.

“Well, well. Looks like I’ve won.” Villain smiled.

“Get. Off. Me.” Hero demanded, squirming. The claw at her chin grazed upwards. Villain gently moved a lock of hair out of the way.

“I only want a little blood.” Villain pouted. With her best innocent look, she gazed at her foe. Only a little bit of blood and she’d be satisfied. Hero would hardly feel the effects in the morning…well, there’d be a few bite marks, of course.

She leaned closer into the crook of Hero’s neck, but Hero was quicker.

She bit Villain.

Her fanged nemesis loosened her grip, shock pausing her body. Hero ducked away from her arms and lunged for her gun. Shakily, she held the gun up to Villain, aiming for the heart. Villain’s eyes were blown wide. She looked heartbroken. Betrayed, even.

“Did you bite me?” Villain gaped.

“Now you know how it feels.” Hero panted. Her finger inched closer to the trigger.

She should finish it. Villain’s blood would splatter on the campus wall and Hero would have an extra day to write her paper and study for an upcoming test. Hours of broiling in anger and lust and all the horrible mind tricks vampires pulled on their prey made Hero hesitate.

Instead of shooting, she bolted down the corridor. She had time for monster hunting later. Right now, she needed to study.

Villain stood alone in the hallway, watching Hero run off to her dorm, and she blushed.

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[deckofaces]

“Villain, I have always wondered what your favorite food is.”

“Well considering that I’m-“

“I’m going to list off a bunch of foods and when I name your favorite tell me to stop okay?”

“But Hero-“

“Okay okay how about waffles, eggs, spaghetti, grilled chicken, tacos, sushi…”

“Hero-“

“Or- or what about ramen, cake, garlic bread, mac and cheese, …” They continued to list off the first foods that came to their head.

“HERO!”

“Huh, what, did I say it already?”

“I just- Hero. Just think about it for a second.”

“What, I’m so confused.” The hero stared at the villain for a few moments, noticing their pale skin and that it was currently way past midnight before speaking again, “Oh shit, how could I forget.”

“I’m literally a vampire dumbass. How did you forget?”

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[caker-baker]

A Monster

The first thing the hero noticed was the distinct lack of sound.

“Well.” Then that reverberation all throughout the empty warehouse. “It’s been some time, darling. Here I thought you had up and left me for good.”

Oh no.

But the hero couldn’t let themselves be consumed with ‘oh no’, they had a job to do. Still, in all their years, there were never enough words to describe the rage, the anger, the betrayal, so they always found their way back to ‘oh no’. Never enough words, but two of them did the trick.

“You.” The hero snarled, holding back as much of that turmoil of emotions that they possibly could. “You’re responsible for-”

“The rise in crime, the deaths, blah, blah, blah, same old, high ground morality schtick with you.” The villain dropped down. “I really thought you’d be less boring by now.”

“And I thought you’d be dead! We don’t get what we want.”

“So temperamental.” The villain shook their head. “I taught you better, darling. We don’t have the feelings they do, the only rage you’re allowed is the rage of my design.”

“You don’t own me.”

The villain’s eyes shot through the hero’s, the way they used to so long ago.

“You’re here, aren’t you? The second you heard tell of where this big bad persona of mine might be, you came running. You used to be more clever. You would see right through this some two hundred years ago.”

The hero needed to move, to run, but they couldn’t ever bring themselves to leave those eyes.

Oh no.

“Two hundred years ago.” The hero stood their ground, and dug their feet firmly into the dusty floors. “Two hundred years ago I was human enough to stop you.”

The villain scowled. “Are you still pouting? You should be thanking me. You wanted life, I gave it. You wanted power, I provided. You wanted a companion, and I filled the role.”

“I never wanted any of those things, I never asked for any of those things! You turned me into a monster for your own selfish reasons. Don’t you dare pretend I wanted to be this-” the hero stopped. They had trouble saying it sometimes.

“Go on. Go ahead, tell me off, recount my trespasses, the sin I’ve committed simply by being, the sin we carry today.” The villain’s lip curled, revealing sharp teeth. “Say it.”

“I’ll say nothing that would grant you satisfaction.” Subtly, ever so slightly, the hero shifted their stance.

They couldn’t escape those eyes, not in the way they wanted, but they could easily run through them, knock that look down, if just for now, if just to stop Villain.

“Is that why you do all,” The villain made a vague and dramatic motion at hero. “This? Running around, pretending that the gifts given to you for hunting are actually powers made for saving?”

“Why are you doing all that?” The hero fired back.

“I was bored. I was hungry. And this world of theatrics is entertaining. I couldn’t simply sit still.” They looked Hero up and down. “Come now, darling. I know you, know that small look in your eye when you think you have a good idea. So, let’s get it over with, knock me down, run away, gather your thoughts.”

Oh no.

“You don’t know me.” Their stance felt weaker. “You don’t know me at all. I’m not the same anymore. I’m better. I’m better than you because I don’t need someone else to feel alive.”

The villain raised an eyebrow. “If you’re concerned I’m going to turn someone else, don’t be. I couldn’t bear another disappointment. If you’re concerned I won’t stop, well, in that case…”

They were never faster than the hero was, at least after the hero was no longer human, but they were ten times more sure of their movements, and twenty times as ferocious.

The hero was on the floor before they could think to use that more capable speed.

“You’re well within your rights to be concerned. I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve had my fill. You know me. That might take some time.” The villain grinned above them, fangs and eyes consuming the hero all at once.

“I’ll stop you.” The hero swore, their own sharpened teeth craving something stronger than their normal diet for the first time since they turned. “I’ll end you.” They said quieter, the wave of bloodlust they felt leaving them weak.

“End me, love me, kill me.” They tapped the hero on the nose. “You always got those confused, didn’t you? Try your best in any category, darling. I look forward to seeing my greatest disappointment become my greatest enemy, mm, among other things.”

The villain was gone, and they weren’t even fast that time.

The hero was on the floor.

Oh no.

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[promptspa]

Random prompt #62

"It's about time they died," Villain commented, kicking at the pile of dust and ashes Supervillain had turned into carelessly. Superhero and their team stood there with frozen feet, watching with widened and terrified eyes. They had just seen a person disintegrate into nothing but ash. But they didn't know why. They had barely hit them! Were they sick? Cursed? Villain turned, looking at the group of heroes with a much too calm smile, their shoulders relaxed and gaze filled with what looked like relief. "Thank you."

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[avvail]

Vampire villain, who finds themselves in trouble, since they bumped onto hero while walking desesperatly through the streets bc they have resisted the need to feed because [insert random reason]. Hero has no idea they are a vampire and offers to help...maybe they get a little too close and villain can't resist.

villain realizes later in a more conscious state, feels guilty and so they try their best to apologize and explain?

Sorry for my ranting and the long request💀💀💀

tw: blood, this one's pretty suggestive lads🏃

When the morning came, so did a rush of forgotten memories.

The piercing of the moonlight against their sensitive eyes, the clawing hunger making its way through their throat. They distinctly remembered an influx of scents, one of them being the strongest of all – Hero.

Images paraded in their mind. Seeing their flushed face, their quivering bottom lip, head tipped back against the wall and the smooth collumn of their neck exposed divinely for them. They could remember feeling the heat from their skin bleeding into their own, their hands entangling within their hair, tugging on it whenever a moan would leave their lips.

The sound of their trembling breath cutting through the air, each whimper and each keen moan filling their mind. It almost drowned out the rush of their blood through their veins, calling the villain closer, but only almost.

The way they shivered and twitched under their rough touches. The way their eyes rolled to the back of their head and their eyelashes fluttered in lust.

“Villain...”

They could remember it vividly. Their name rolled off their tongue in those delectable, high pitched whines.

“Villain, I-I can’t see.”

The vampire suddenly felt a shock wave smack into them, and they launched from their bed in a frantic haste. The end of their memories played fruitfully on their mind; none of it good. None of it like they had indulged just moments ago.

The sunlight didn’t bother them anymore as they rushed to the hospital, uncaring of the blur of strangers moving past them. They demanded the receptionist the hospital room they were staying in, and darted up before they could say thank you.

As they came into the room, their eyes drifted to the hospital bed. Hero was lay flat on their back, their eyes closed peacefully and chest rising and falling in a steady, healthy rhythm. A small tube was feeding them a bag of rich blood, the smell tickling their hunger slightly.

Villain released a relieved sigh, and slumped down into the seat in exasperation.

They hadn’t meant to lose control like they did.

They don’t know what prevented them from draining Hero dry, but they were thankful of it regardless. They hadn’t meant to bite them the way did. They must have truly lost all their humanity by making them feel like that—a predator luring their prey into the palm of their hands, making them feel safe in their arms.

It was common for many vampires to make their prey feel a pleasure they had never felt before as they drained them dry, like they were giving them the courtesy of a humane death. But Villain felt like it was nothing but cunning manipulation into making sure they got what they wanted.

How far gone must they have been to see Hero as nothing but food?

The memories resurfaced again; Hero’s arched back and their soft moans.

Their stomach twisted and turned, a strange desire setting alight in their chest. Villain observed their sleeping face, remembering the expression of pure bliss, hardly able to control themselves.

“I’m sorry,” they murmured softly, clasping their hands together. “I know you’re awake, your heart rate just increased. Let me explain.”

After a few seconds, the hero’s beautiful eyes fluttered open. They couldn’t get the image of those beautiful doe eyes staring up at them, that cute dumbness the only thing occupying their thoughts. The blood running down their neck, soaking their suit, making them look so appetising. Villain clenched their jaw and quickly looked away.

“I wasn’t in control,” they began to explain. “That night, it had been too long since I’d fed. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I wasn’t even me.”

Hero’s face looked pale and anemic. Their eyes were staring at them, hair flush against the pillow. Their fingers rubbed together nervously.

“You were going to kill me,” they whispered, as if the thought had never occured to them in the first place. Villain could understand, being as the pleasure they experienced that night was meant to make them think the exact opposite.

Villain nodded their head slowly. “Yes, I was going to devour you.”

The hero’s eyes were wide and naive. “It felt good.”

“It’s meant to,” they matched their volume. “Stops you from running away.”

Hero’s eyes were glued onto them, digesting each and every word. It seemed they were trying to find a way to transfer their thoughts into coherent words. Villain was sure the immense blood loss was taking a while to get them back to full strength.

They had almost killed them. They were most likely still dazed.

“It felt good,” they repeated softly, shaking their head. “I wasn’t going to run away.”

Villain finally met their gaze. The hero was staring at them with this strange look in their eyes, slightly glazed over, most likely from the numerous drugs the hospital had them on overnight. They could see the memories, more vivid in their mind, flickering through their eyes. The villain swallowed the lump in their throat.

They placed a hand on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to their face. The hero subconsciously pressed themselves into the pillows, gaze darting over their face rapidly.

“I said I was going to devour you,” the villain purred softly, their eyes going dark and cold, moving towards their lips. “That night, which way did you want it?”

Hero looked like they had lost the ability to breathe. Villain watched as the collumn of their throat bobbed, hearing their heart increase in pace, faster and faster, stirring something primal within them.

“I wanted you to fuck me,” they breathed. “I didn’t want to die. I panicked, and you let me go.”

The vampire’s belly stirred at those filthy words, wondering what that would sound like if they’d expressed it the night they had them like putty against the wall. But Villain knew better than to indulge in such a fantasy. They seemed to stiffen, and they drew back, looking away.

“It wasn’t real,” they simply replied. “You weren’t in your right mind. Neither of us were.”

The hero looked stung. Their eyes widened a fraction before they forced themselves to look away, shaking off their impulsive thoughts. They went back to fiddling with their fingers, pulling on them shakily.

“Yeah, right,” they whispered, a strained, and weak smile making its way onto their lips. “I’m sorry.”

Villain couldn’t let themselves think it was real, otherwise it might hurt them too much. They straightened their shirt and bowed their head.

“Take care, Hero,” they murmured gently. “Make a fast recovery, okay?”

When the hero looked up to reply, the vampire was already gone.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

For a request I'd LOVE to see a lost, wounded hero in the woods stumbling into a vampires evil lair for shelter if you ever have the time to write that! Maybe hurt/comfort cause I eat that up

The hero’s eyes were filled with tears, desperate sobs escaping their throat quickly. So quick, in fact, that they had problems with breathing. Feeling themselves hyperventilate, they clawed at the wound in their arm, longing for the pain, begging it to make the threatening panic attack disappear.

The vampire tilted their head and let out a long, lingering breath. Silently, they observed the scene in their little house which was supposed to be hidden and sealed away from the world. Once, they’d met the hero. Cocky and arrogant, too reckless for their own good — it described the human in front of them, it described their actions perfectly. But right now, the vampire could only see the consequences of those.

“Easy,” the vampire said. Their voice was low and close to soothing but the hero was smart enough not to fall for that. The vampire knew. The hero knew. “Sit down.”

Without a second thought, the hero obeyed and exhausted from the chase, they let themselves fall onto a chair. However, they made sure to keep an eye on the door.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” the hero said.

“Clearly not.” The vampire’s eyes fell to the wound and sparkled weirdly. It was definitely a challenge to keep their mind clear.

Seeing blood was one thing. But smelling it, hearing the hero whimper…the vampire closed their eyes as they could nearly taste the hero on their tongue again. It was a curse, wasn’t it? To know the hero tasted better than anything the vampire ever had, to know that they couldn’t taste them right now…

“I’ll…” The vampire’s voice shook. Overwhelmed by sweet memories and raw instinct, it took every last drop of their control to keep their desires at bay. Sinking their fangs into that sweet skin once again and sucking on the sweetness the hero offered…god…just thinking about it was blasphemous. “I’ll clean you up.”

“It’s alright. I need an hour, maybe two and I’ll be gone, I promise.”

“This looks serious,” the vampire said. Hunger. The hero’s skin on theirs. The sweet murmurs and soft words whispered. Bite me.

Still, the hero was uneasy. More nervous than anything. They looked away, swallowed…their heart was beating fast and clear but they were in a lot of pain.

“You want my blood.” To that, the vampire didn’t say anything. Because, honestly, that wasn’t quite the truth. Yes, they wanted the hero’s blood. But they also chased that feeling again. The teasing, the warmth, the permission to bite.

Their one night stand had meant much more to them than they wanted to admit. Giving the hero control over their body and listening to their orders made them weak. Infuriatingly weak. To sense the rushing blood under their skin and hold themselves back had awoken something within them. Addictive. That’s what the hero was.

The vampire turned around and fetched a clean towel. They let it soak in warm water and eventually forced themselves to sit down next to the hero.

“May I?” they asked, focused on the hero’s eyes. Surprisingly, the hero, though startled, nodded with an open mouth and the vampire wiped the blood away.

Silence drowned them but what seemed to be a quiet moment between the two turned out to be a violent fight within the vampire. Instinctively, they grabbed the hero’s arm strongly. Saliva gathered in their mouth. Their pupils were blown up. Focus.

“You’re doing so well,” the hero said. Unsure, the vampire looked up. At least, some of the panic had vanished and even if the hero tried to hide their pain with flirting, they seemed to be better. What a tease.

“Could say the same about you.” They inhaled deeply and swallowed. Fucking focus. “I don’t have painkillers here, I’m sorry.”

“Your bite numbs, though,” the hero said.

“You’ve already lost enough blood,” the vampire argued.

“Then don’t take too much.”

Sweat ran down the vampire’s back. Christ. How was the hero the one in control in this situation?

“Hey,” the hero said, cupping the vampire’s cheek. “Help me out here, will you?”

“I—” The vampire grabbed the hero’s wrist.

“I need you,” the hero said. “It burns like a bitch and I don’t think I can handle the stitches. I need you.”

Holy shit.

“Be good for me, please. Help me. One bite.”

This was truly edging the vampire and they feared it only got worse.

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[late-night-tourist-attraction]

#10

Dinner date in the Swamp

A/N: Warning, mention of blood, swarms of insects, mosqitoes.

Pairing: villain x supervillain

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The Villain was a vampire, simple enough to say, no need for further explanation. 

However for some reason the villain had found themself constantly being swarmed by bugs right before a hunt, specifically mosquitoes. 

Sure the villain lived in a swamp, feeding off tourists and lost travelers from time to time. 

But that didn't make much sense with them being undead and all.

Perhaps it was the fact that maybe the villain smelled like blood? Maybe.-

The Villain frowned at the high pitched whining that buzzed about their ears.

" What are you doing here this time, are you following me for an easy meal, supervillain?" The Villain had asked.

The Villain merely squinted their eyes at the mass of needle nosed pests. Truly the villain would have liked it better if they could hunt alone.

" Not very chatty tonight, are we?" The Villain had asked out loud once more.

The Villain tilted their head to one side as a chorus of mosquito whines were all they got in return. 

The villain started to second guess themself on whether or not they should have let the supervillain stay. But then again supervillains probably wouldn't have listened to them either way, at least not when they're this divided.

With a sigh of defeat the villain hung their head low as they reached their hand out like a purch, so their partner may land.

Hundreds upon hundreds of tiger mosquitoes flocked to the villain's hand and arm, and before long the villain was completely swarmed.

" You must be pretty desperate tonight, if you're being this clingy." The villain had stated with a deadpan stare.

The villain's frown deepened once more when the supervillain continued to whine.

" yes, yes I know your hungry supervillain, I'm hungry too!" the villain had said with a whine of their own. 

"Trust me supervillain I get it, believe me, one blood sucker to another, I get it." The villain said with another sigh." I'm starting to get hangry too."

The Villain triedly sighed as they servayed the murky swamp around them.

" were going to have to wait for the night tour to being, think you can wait till then?"The Villain had asked.

Once again another chores of whines filled the air, making the villain sigh once more.

 " yeah, I'm not sure I can wait much longer either." The villain had awnserd.

"Let's hope the night boat won't take long"

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[christaclover]

“You’re the ‘she’ to my ‘nanigans’.” ~ Unknown

♤ I think it won't be a surprise when I say that I love "partners in crime" couples. They have a special charm, and I love their dynamic

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