Villainsinlove Stories

Wuthering Heights Reimagined: Blackthorn Estate ......The storm bowed before Blackthorn Estate. Lightning split the sky, revealing its jagged silhouette against the city. Elara Vale stepped through the iron gates, and the wind curled around her ankles like a living thing, whispering secrets she had once refused to hear. She has returned. Seven years ago, she had fled barefoot and bleeding from these walls. Love had clawed at her chest, consuming her, suffocating her, and she had sworn never to return. Not to Lucien. Not to the Estate. Not to the curse braided through the Blackthorn bloodline. Yet here she was. The doors opened without touch, and Lucien Blackthorn waited at the top of the grand staircase. He was framed in candlelight and lightning, his eyes storm-dark and unyielding. Recognition, not surprise, glimmered in his gaze. "Elara," he said. She whispered, "You summoned me." "No," he murmured, descending slowly, predator-like. "You were called home. The Estate never forgets who belongs to it." Her pulse betrayed her. "You've changed." "Only to match you," he said. Memories clawed through her mind: the moors behind the Estate where they ran barefoot as children, fingers brushing, laughter turning to whispered confessions. The nights in the hidden library, where his hands had once trembled against hers. The fire they had set together in the courtyard, laughing as the smoke rose toward the storm-heavy sky. The Estate seemed to remember, shivering with anticipation. "I warned you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "This place... it will consume you." He stepped closer. "Then let it. I have waited for you for years. Every moment you were gone, the Estate and I have only grown hungrier." Her breath caught. "We can't survive this." "We won't," he admitted. "But we will burn together."

In a world abandoned by its God and slipping into collapse, two ambitious young men rise with a singular goal: claim the vacant throne of God. Vanity, a master of charismatic manipulation, expertly weaves changes into the narrative, bending the understanding of the desperate people to his advantage. Vane, a figure of raw, unyielding power, enforces his dominance through sheer force and intimidation, demanding absolute obedience. Their methods are polar opposites, yet their hunger for godhood burns with the same relentless intensity. When their paths inevitably collide, the result is not the swift victory either anticipates. Vanity's cunning words and elaborate lies are consistently met and countered by Vane's brutal strength and emotional constitution. And yet, Vane's forceful modes of control and displays of dominance are repeatedly thwarted by Vanity's sharp intellect and mastered ability to slip through his grasp. It's a frustrating deadlock, a constant clash where their contrasting abilities find an unholy equilibrium, preventing either from gaining the upper hand. Bound by their shared ambition and drive for complete control, they remain trapped in a checkmate they don't understand.

Requests are open !! Mostly Fluff and maybe lemon (Maybe a little angst but I'm not good at it) Just two trouble makers in love <33 Warning : I'm not good at writing or making sense so there will be some obvious errors. I also don't know anything abt romance so yk Oneshots so far: 2 Drafts: 3