Chapters: 1/1 Fandom:Villainous (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Black Hat/Dr. Flug (Villainous), PaperHat Characters: Black Hat (Villainous), Dr. Flug (Villainous) Additional Tags: Black Hat and Flug leave the office for a while for a nice night on the town, Flug’s got guts okay he works for Black Hat, fight me Summary: Even a couple of reasonably intelligent villains need a break from the daily grind of the workplace. Sometimes it’s just nice to go out and stir up some trouble.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Villainous (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Black Hat/Dr. Flug (Villainous) Characters: Black Hat (Villainous), Dr. Flug (Villainous) Additional Tags: Songfic, Drabble, ??? - Freeform, idk what actually constitutes a songfic, basically Black Hat is singing a love song and Flug hears, and they’re both nerds who blush too much?, idk man idk Summary:
“The sound of organ music resounding through the halls of the mansion was not unusual. Just usually it was loud and obnoxious and always disruptive. So when Flug heard the soft sound of dainty notes drifting down the hall, he was confused. Certainly that couldn’t be anyone who lived in /this/ house.”
Chapters: ½ Fandom: Villainous (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dr. Flug/ Black Hat, Flug/ Black Hat, PaperHat, flughat Characters: Black Hat, Dr. Flug, flug, 5.0.5, Demencia, Dementia - Character Additional Tags: Crossdressing, Flug wears Demencia’s clothes and Demencia wears his, Clothes switch, Humor, Fluff, Paperhat - Freeform, flughat - Freeform Summary:
Quick summary: Demencia “asks” (blackmails) Flug into switching clothes with her so that she can have more of a chance to talk to Black Hat.
His saliva sticks to his esophagus, making him almost choke as he struggles to shove it all down. “O-Okay, what is it?”
“I need your clothes.” Her eyes are unmoving, boring so intensely into Flug’s bag he feels like she can see his face.
Flug blinks, puzzlement burning his nerves. He knows Demencia is strange, she has definitely requested much weirder, but this is a whole new level of bizarre.
He crosses his arms, shoulders and neck loosening. The feeling is always a bit foreign, the aches of the previous apprehensive tension is stained into the crevices of his skin. “And why would I do that?”