Welcome to SJM Villain Week 2025
Taking place October 1st-7th
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This event is all about celebrating the villains of the story and the darkness they pose against the heroes
Join us for a week of corruption and wickedness
We'll see you in October
The event is being hosted by
@achaotichuman, @readychilledwine and @hieragalbatorixdottir
SJM Villain Week is back for 2025! We can't wait for another year of wickedness and treachery. Once again, the dates for this years Villain Week are October 1st - 7th, we hope you will join us once more for spooky month, and give love to the conniving characters who truly make the plot, the Villains across the Maasverse!
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And with that everyone, the first installment of SJM Villain Week has come to a close. Thank you to all the participants for their beautiful creations inspiring more appreciation for our beloved villains!
In total we received sixty-six submissions, including fanart, fanfiction, headcanons and moodboards. You can find the 2024 masterlist here.
Thank you to each and every one of you, all of you made this event so, so much fun. All of your creations were beyond amazing, this year was a blast thanks to you guys and your wonderfully creative works!
Well, that brings us to the end, for a final goodbye we have here an SJM Villain Playlist on Spotify, created by all you lovely people from the playlist submission forms. Feel free to keep sending through song submissions and we'll add them to the playlist!
SJM Villain Week Day 7 Masterlist (Prompt: Free Day)
Fanfiction
Droit du seigneur (Beron Vanserra x Nesta Archeron) by @nocasdatsgay (AO3 Link)
Can I Get It? (Beron Vanserra) by @fourteentrout (AO3 Link)
Heat and Help (Beron Vanserra x The Lady of Autumn) by @acourtofladydeath (AO3 Link)
A Love That Bleeds (Amarantha x Original Female Character) by @jules-writes-stories (AO3 Link)
Silver-Bleeding Prophecies (Amarantha) by @paytowinsundays (AO3 Link)
The Greatest Foe of all (Paperwork) by @sonics-atelier (AO3 Link)
Fanart
The High Lord of Autumn- Beron Vanserra by @velarisbynight
Headcanons/Moodboards
Beron Vanserra Headcanons by @highlordofkrypton
Villain Memes by @shadowqueenjude
Amarantha Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
Attor Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
Beron Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
Keir Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
Ianthe Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
King of Hybern Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
Koschei Core by @sizzlingstarlightsky
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I just wanna say thank you to the mods for creating such a fun week, I didn't realize how thirsty I was for villains untli SJM Villain Week 🥵 What am I supposed to do now? THIRST ON MAIN? OF MY OWN FREE WILL?
I haven't had a chance to read all the entries, but you bet I'm gonna go back and check them out! Great job to all the participants too!!!!
Thank you so much!! We had so much fun with this event, seeing everyone's beautiful creations, all the gorgeous fanart and the amazing fanfictions!
(For the thirsting on main problem, well it's not like you can control it if the villains are making you 👀👀👀 it's out of your hands!)
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SJM Villain Week Day 6 Masterlist (Prompts: Afterlife/The Villains Sense of Style)
Fanfiction
Dark Lords, Lattes, and Couture Chaos by @sonics-atelier (AO3 Link)
What you became instead by @achaotichuman (AO3 Link)
The Trials of Beron Vanserra by @shadowqueenjude (AO3 Link)
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Hi everyone!!! This is the third and final chapter for my fic What You Could Have Been for @sjmvillainweek !!
I have had a lot of fun with this fic, please let me know what y'all think of it. I particularly enjoyed the style of writing I used here. Tell me if you guys want to see more short stories like this one in the future!!
Summary:
He's something she could never be.
Somehow, everything she hates and wants woven into one being.
Soft, kind, loving. Everything a leader shouldn't be. Everything she's spent her life cutting from her being.
Yet, when she sees it in him, she cannot help but want it more than anything.
A short story of Amarantha and Tamlin, two polar opposites locked in eternal orbit of each other.
Read on AO3 or below the cut!
Telling myself I won't go there
Oh, but I know that I won't care
Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt
They sat apart from each other. He loathed to touch her and she felt it in every fibre of her being when he did. His gaze was blank now, empty, devoid of the warmth and life she had been drawn to.
Everything she had wanted. Lusted after. Craved.
It was gone now. His eyes were hollow and the only emotion he felt was seething rage, festering beneath his skin, so sick with grief he barely slept. He refused to eat. His body withered with the depths of his anger and hatred.
Everything about him, everything she was drawn to was gone just like that. The light shining from his skin had dulled to a muted grey, the splendour of his free, wild blond hair was now straw-like pale strands that clung to his skin. The warmth he once radiated was replaced by the same coldness her skin possessed. And the powerful body he had spent so long honing was bone and skin now. Worthless to him, just the drag of the mortal coil, the thing that prevented his nightmares from ending.
He was just like her now.
He could not drag her up from the darkness she had sunk to, so she had to drag him down with her. It was that simple.
Now, she truly had nothing left to gain. This was all there was.
She was done.
They sat apart.
This lust is a burden that we both share
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
On the velvet lounge, looking at nothing as the fire crackled. Their hands folded in their laps, his legs curled up beside him. She watched the flames flicker, he stared at his hands.
The gap between them was enough to fit two fae, and it felt like a void was beneath them. If she reached out she risked falling down into that endless darkness and then she’d truly never see light again.
But she didn’t have anything else to do, so she reached out anyway.
“Hybern has given me reign over the Mortal Lands attached to this continent now.” She said, her voice lacking the smug victory it should have.
“Mhm.” He hummed. He did not want to hear it. She knew that much.
“I will be heading off there at first light, you are to remain here.” She said, but he already knew that. It had been so long since she had seen him in the sun.
“Mhm.” Tamlin did not care to entertain her.
“Do you miss it? The sun?” She asked, probing, taunting a little, perhaps mocking or simply asking. She didn’t know. She just wanted something. Anything.
“No.” He replied with.
“Why not?”
“What worth does it have to me?”
There's darkness in the distance
From the way that I've been livin'
But I know I can't resist it
That…
Amarantha swallowed hard.
She sat back, looking into the fire once more.
Those words were near a perfect mimic of a response she would have made to that.
It…
It frightened her.
Well, at least that was new. The all-consuming feeling of fear that spread from her lungs down to her fingertips, her skin beginning to tingle and her stomach dropping like something was hunting her. As a sense of dread and shame began to wash through her body, her cheeks grew hot and her skin felt too small and the room too big. It was all larger than she could handle. All of this had gone too fucking far.
Tamlin didn’t respond. Didn’t acknowledge whether or not he was aware of her predicament, and the feelings washing over her. He just stared. He seemed lost.
Lost entirely.
Stupid girl, she thought, her lips quirking up as she began to hear her mother’s voice.
Stupid, stupid girl, you never gained what you did not have.
You just lost him in a different way than death.
A way worse than death.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
She stared at him for a good long while, he did not look back. He did not care.
He truly.
Truly did not care.
“The fifty years begins tomorrow.” She said suddenly.
He didn’t flinch, he didn’t take a sharper breath, he didn’t so much as look at her. He just stared at his hands.
Always staring at his fucking hands.
“Did you hear me?” Amarantha repeated, waves of anger coursing through her skin, drowning out the fear, the grief.
“I did.” Tamlin confirmed, finally turning his eyes to her. To see her. To look at her and all she was. She felt naked. Like he could peer underneath her skin, through the muscle fibres, down to her bare bones.
She and every worthless, rotting thing about her was fully visible to him. It always had been.
The difference now was the look in his eyes when he saw every single part of her was no longer hatred and disgust. It was no longer that rejection of the horrifying thing she was that she had been drawn too.
It was indifference. It was emotionless. It was nothing.
Because she had really, truly stripped everything away.
He could put up a mask, of course, he could hide the nothingness behind pleasant smiles and wider eyes and straight spine.
But underneath it all, there was nothing.
He was
Just
Like
Her.
Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight
“Do you not care?” She asked, though the question was futile.
“Why would I? What is out there that needs my saving?” His words were a stab, each and every one of them.
“You were so… so,” She struggled for words when she stared into those unblinking eyes, “So desperate to protect before.”
“That was when I had things to protect. What is there now? My people that you haven’t killed are either on their deathbeds or tortured to the point of begging for release from this world. You killed Lucien as punishment for my defiance, you tortured him in front of me until he bled out. Rhysand is God knows fucking where to be found anymore.”
“We had a bargain of our own.” Amarantha said quietly, “I let him go free. He will never return.”
Tamlin went on, “The High lord’s are either dead in ditches somewhere, or buried so far deep into this hell hole, kept under such heavy lock and key, that they might as well be dead. The earth has stopped calling for me, and I can never hear the windsong. The sun doesn’t shine on my people, and the magic has long turned rotten with my withering. Really, Amarantha? What is there to care about? What is there to protect?”
She did answer. She just stared at him.
Tamlin didn’t cry, he didn’t grieve anymore, he’d done enough of that in the three centuries they’d spent under the mountain.
He leaned in closer to her, and murmured, “Everyone and everything I loved and wanted so desperately to protect is on the other side of the veil now. I will join them soon.”
Her heart thumped against her ribcage, her lungs were full of glass, her throat was choked up and her skin was on fire. He moved across the lounge, his too thin hand rested on hers. She stared into the fire as he rested his head on her shoulder.