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I maintain that jayroy, especially in the early days, needs to look rough. I think they would have a pretty physical, tussling sort of relationship to begin with too, but these are my glorious, gritty antiheroes. I saw this one fan art that kinda stuck out to me, and it was Roy leaning over Jason. He had this deep bags under his eyes and that unkempt stubble with his tattoos and bruises on his arms, and Jason had bandages over his nose. They looked at each other with this incredible softness, but there is a vicious undertone there for me. There's something really poetic about finding each other through pain, learning to heal for each other (and Roy's daughter, of course).

Like Jason would say with this reverence and sweet little smile to someone, making eye contact across the room to Roy, "Oh, him? That's my boyfriend." Then he would turn to the person he's talking to, smile completely gone and stony eyes. "If anyone hurts him, they will die screaming."

And it's 100% mutual.

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"It's fine. Everything's more than fine, it's fantastic," she said cheerfully.

"Everything on fire."

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Hero x Villain (Love Powder)

"I... I think I love you."

Oh. Oh no. Villain whipped her head around, only to see Hero's dewy, golden eyes blinking slowly up at her. Glittering pink powder dusted his face and clothes, the broken vial rolling forlornly by his knees. He must have dived for it as a last resort.

"Sweet sentiment, but terrible timing," she drawled, ducking a fist to punch a man's Adam apple, leaving him to collapse. She lunged at Hero, grunting as she took a kick directly in her gut that was heading for his chin. Hero's power was notably absent, turning an easy fight into a nasty, no-real-winners brawl. She would have cursed his stupid plan and foolish truce if she could only recover the wind that was violently knocked out of here.

Hero only smiled uselessly, his eyes sparkling. "Sweet like the taste of your-"

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Anyone else struggling under the burden of future plans while being crippled with doubt while shouldering regrets while thinking about how everything matters and every second counts and if it's not used 100% percent it's a waste but also nothing matters and every things doomed and we are ridiculously insignificant and also-

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Hero x Villain (injured villain)

Every limping step was a new lesson in agony. Yet Villain kept moving, forcing herself through the streets. One alley way narrowed so tightly that she had to turn sideways, pushing against the wall to keep on her feet and to squeeze past.

It was hard to focus beyond the shooting pain in her foot, the obvious blood trail she knew she was leaving behind. Still, she breathed in and out through her nose with an even rhythm, only to smell gasoline and garbage.

For a moment - one moment, only one, she promised herself, before she kept going - Villain put her forehead against the cool stone. Sweat had her hair sticking to her neck, and a feverish headache pounding to the same beat as her foot just would not stop.

Then her hair on the back of her nape prickled. She shoved off the wall, stumbling back down the path. Even though her body demanded her full attention, she wrenched it away. To keep invisibility meant to hold her entire focus on maintaining it, something that meant she wavered into sight with every step on her bad foot.

"Just stop!" someone hissed behind her. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat only to plummet down to her toes. "Stop running! I know you're here somewhere," Hero scorned, the stinging derision underscored with a note of... panic?

She stood still, trying to control her breathing. Hero prowled in front of her like a predator on the hunt, the slick blood that led him there nearly black in the poor light.

"Show yourself," he demanded, stopping so close she could see her own reflection in his dark eyes. She hesitated, a little voice that never stopped fighting for survival bubbling up with warnings - stay hidden stay quiet just wait don't show he can't see he can't see - squirming at the back of her head. But really, even she could see that she didn't hold any of the cards.

It was with relief she let go of the invisibility, a mental release that left her weak in the knees. Softening her hold left the iron will she used to keep standing softened as well, and she fell to one side. Her shoulder hit the stone wall, a pain that she barely registered as she struggled to put her weight on the other leg, avoiding the white throbbing. She slid down the wall while sucking in air through her teeth.

His hands went towards her, and she sagged in defeat. At least he gave her the dignity of making it quick.

But no - his hands staunched the wound instead of opening a new one. He held his lip between his teeth, panic flaring at the edges of his eyes. "You are not allowed to die."

"You don't tell me what to do," she muttered pointlessly. Then he pushed harder on the cut, and all her energy went towards not screaming.

"You've lost- my Gods-" Hero's hands temporarily stalled, before redoubling their efforts. That's how she knew it was bad.

Then he's ripping off a bit of his cape, tying it above where her lifeblood leaked onto the concrete. Pressure failed to stop it, she realised woozily.

"Just let me die," she says suddenly. "It's what we've been working towards anyways." Villain can't decide whether it's comforting or disturbing as he seems to forget that. A small part of her wonders shamefully if she would do the same for him - if she had caught Hero like this.

Then he's putting one hand gingerly underneath her. With a grunt, he hoists her into the air. Or at least, he must. The pain is so blinding she blacks out, head lolling, vomit warring with bitterness at the back of her throat.

Hero looked down at Villain, her face pale and drawn. She had lost her cowl some time ago, and guilt sunk deep in his gut. She was in pain - so much pain - and had lost blood - laying on the sidewalk like a crumpled, forgotten doll - and he had done it.

The smart thing would be to bring her back to Central. She had hurt people. Anything else would be treason.

But Hero's don't hurt people. And even villains count as people.

Every weighted-down step was a new lesson in doubt. Yet Hero kept moving, carrying a breathing bundle to his nearby safehouse.

After she was in no danger of the death that was nipping at their heels, he would turn her in, he promised himself.

He promised himself a lot of things, before.

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Can't you see? I'm begging you all to please understand-

can you even begin to imagine what conspired to make you? The trillions in momentary, quiet chances that led to your birth? Even beyond everything leading up to your birth, your parents and their parents and their parents parents meet by sheer chance in this massive, quivering world, but this world itself. How many stars burst to make the dust that became your bones? The night sky itself wept and tore you from itself. Don't you see? Isn't it clear? How utterly gorgeous you are?

The stars gave their very selves for you, and it must break their hearts to see you not loving yourself, their painstaking, perfect, messy creation.

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Hero x Villain (at a party)

Hero couldn't stand this sort of thing. The sheer volume of people meant that every breath was a battle. The air felt damp, warm like a humid bottle.

A drink had been shoved in their hand, and the strong smell of alcohol turned their stomach. They pushed through the dancing crowd, each beat like war drums in their ear.

Hero finally pushed out of the room and into the balcony. The cool outside air was like an invigorating bucket of ice thrown over their head. When the glass door shut behind them, the only sound was the distant hum of traffic.

Hero's power, the ability to summon flames, settled after entering the night. Sweat stuck their hair to the back of their neck.

When someone stepped beside them, they stiffened. After escaping the press of humanity... still. They had a reputation. The smile was already pasted on their face when they turned, and it froze in place.

Oh. Oh. The Villain had this smile that shone through their plainclothes. Hero hated to admit they could recognise it anywhere.

"Hello darling. Unable to handle the heat?" Villain asked, every word like honeyed poison.

"I don't feel like fighting right now," Hero whispered honestly. They would if they had to. They had to protect all those innocent, terrible people in there.

"Who said anything about fighting?" Villain asked with a shrug, that smile never wavering.

Hero couldn't disagree. Tomorrow, they decided, they would be enemies again. For now, though...

The night sky was bright with stars, the air was cool, and the company was... tolerable.

Yes. Tolerable, for now.

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Villains Death

The Villain should be furious.

Should be terrified.

Should feel betrayed.

She should not - is not - impressed.

The Hero collapsed next to her, breathing heavily. Sweat plastered his hair to his skin. Her own lungs felt scraped raw. She spat blood on the dark concrete.

That is not good. That means that the short blade in her gut had slipped by her ribs and into her lungs.

Did he regret it? She violently hoped so. She didn't look at him, anyways. Her life was an hourglass, and he had shattered it. Now, she only had a few moments before all her time ran out.

Perhaps she should make some dramatic last stand. But suddenly, she wasn't interested in Hero's death. She didn't want her last moments to be fighting.

She was so tired. Of all this fighting.

He must have realised something was terribly wrong. She felt, distantly, a hand on her shoulder. Someone shaking her, perhaps.

She slid farther down the wall, while agony and panic rose with the blood in her throat. She clutched her sense of calm like a cherished blanket.

Hero was trying to help her. Bitter irony.

Villain died peacefully.

Perhaps a small factor in that peace was the fact she knew Hero would never forgive himself.

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Long Live Evil

JUST READ IT.

10/10 recommend.

But that is not what I'm here for. I'm here to beg tumblr to point me in the direction of anything, book / movie / fic, that is similar to Eric x Marius. Every single time I see them on a page, I nearly scream in public. I would literally sell my soul to read anything like that again.

Overly cold x overly warm.

cinamon roll x 100% would kill you

guard dog character x overly sweet

introvert x extrovert

IT HAS EVERYTHING

IS THIS LOVE?

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Hidden Pain

The biggest smiles often hide

the greatest pains and largest lies

The question that we do not know

If pain is dealt or what they hold.

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A Couple of Poems

Hello there! My first post ever!! Thanks to ANYONE WHO READS THIS!!!! A couple of poems I made just for you all.

If I had to chose

Between me and you

It would be me, if I'm true

But see the past, it isn't new

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Do you ever look about

to see the flowers grow?

You pass them every day, no doubt.

You'll wish you had, trust me, I know.