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Short #2

Part #2

Part 1

Hero turned their back to the bathroom door, a beam of light peeking through the cracked door, the faint, almost muted sound of running water disturbing the idle radio-filled ambiance from before, a jazz song, some they had never heard before playing. 

Villain had arrived then, and the routine would follow: silent steps for their blood-stained shoes were left at the door every night, shower, dinner, and after they would pretend to fight the want to lay besides Hero, only for a few minutes of play-pretend, of false stoicism before giving in, opening the covers an settle in bed. 

Hero would take their arms in their own grasp after a while, feeling the embrace of the other tighten. To admit the fear they had both felt was senseless, it was only to make themselves look vulnerable and there was no point on that, they could communicate perfectly well though only touch, Hero huffed. 

A hand on their shoulder. 

"Are you awake?" Villain asked, Hero grunted in response "Come, join me in the shower." 

With an opposing grunt, Hero walked behind them to the bathroom.

Hero had had a hard time keeping up with daily tasks after the event, they knew Villain was aware. Eating, showering, getting out of the room were then not so optional suggestions. 

They did not think that as per their enemy's words, allowing Villain to do whatever they wanted was going to get them bickering about something as simple as eating an carrot. But it did. 

When inside the room, it was apparent that the dirty clothes were already placed away, the steam from the hot water fogging the mirror. 

"You already showered," they said.

"I wanna do it again," 

"How convenient." 

Yet, despite their protests, Hero allowed themselves to be undressed, clothes two days old thrown to the designated basket.

Water was lukewarm, a negotiated middle ground from Hero's ice-cold showers, and Villain's burning-hot ones. Hero's muscles did distend at the touch of the water, and Villain's hands on their skin felt as a reassurance. 

A rough hand, though with a soft touch, brushed over the scar dangerously close to Hero's heart, the middle of their chest, just slightly turned to the left. 

"I'm sorry," Villain whispered.

"You’ve already apologised, it’s okay." 

"It’s not, I could have lost you, you could have been dea…”

“Villain,” Hero interrupted, the concept of their very close encounter with death was still upsetting, they, some night, were still afraid “it’s okay.” 

“What if one day is not, what if one day you wanna go back there, if you want to leave me and go there, what will I do then?” 

“Maybe,” hero said, stopping to think about their answer, they did not know, then and there they could not imagine an scenario where they wished to go out, to get further from Villain than arm's length, yet, they knew a wrong answer could condemn them to stay “maybe then we’ll have healed, and you’ll be able to let me go.” 

“Will I be able?” Villain answered, turning Hero’s face around with a firm grasp by their chin “Will I want to?” 

And then, with Hero’s heart beating faster, abnormally so, why would it? if they knew Villain so well.

Then, they reciprocated a kiss.

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I saw some requests for a continuation, and I really liked the first part too so I did it :D

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heeey! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could write smth with the classic hurt for their own good prompt

Request #9

“You have to stop crying, love, you’re gonna give yourself a headache.” 

Uncurling themselves from their foetal position over the plush black couch, with great effort for it was the only which alleviated the constant, though by then dulled, throbbing on their side, Hero smashed both feet against the wooden tiles.

Their legs trembled still, their jaw ached with the pressure of their teeth grinding together. Pain was no longer the cause, but anger, too high in analgesics to even feel the ache of their broken bone, and the warmth of the room, their old teammate office (Villain then their new name), emanating softly from the lit fireplace before them prevented the ache that the coldness of an still early spring brought. 

“You have no right to tell me that!” they yelled, face hot with indignation “You did this to me!”

Villain looked up from their desk to meet Hero’s eyes. 

“And I’m yet to hear a thank you.” 

“Thank you?!” 

“You’re welcome, angel.” 

“You ruined everything for me! You fu…” a loud impact echoed in the room, accompanied by Hero’s brash cursing. 

Throwing their chair back Villain hurried by their side, a hand sneaking their way into Hero’s, pulling it away from their grip on their broken leg, looking for any extra damage done, none seemed to have happened, though they would need to call the doctor back in the morning, their third visit in a row caused by their old friend’s careless behaviour

Openly crying then, Hero kept trying to land a punch before both their hands were gripped in one of the other’s, the other hand restraining their leg from more erratic movement. 

“You’re going to hurt yourself further,” Villain warned. 

“And who’s fault is that?! I wouldn’t be hurt at all if it weren't for you.” 

“You would be dead then, Hero, hell!” 

With wide, tear-filled eyes, Hero stared. 

Villain, at the newly found lack of fight, pulled them closer. 

“And I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but you didn’t want to listen to reason, you would have died.” 

“I wouldn’t have.” 

“Yes you would have,” Villain replied with a sigh “you’re not indestructible even if the government wants to sell you as such, and I think I’ve given you tangible proof of that now. That was a suicide mission.” 

“I was so close to being Superhero's second in command.” 

“No, you weren’t, you were so close to being dead.” 

Stopping their fussing, Hero settled on the floor, leg still pulsating, too numb to actually feel pain yet aware enough to feel the discomfort. They resign themselves to angry tears, little more they could do. 

“Your team has no idea what they’re going against,” Villain continued, voice calmer, breath evening out “you are all greatly underestimating what Supervillain is capable of. And they already had their eye on you, the golden star of the city would give a lot to talk about.” 

“Let them come,” Hero spat. 

Villain sighed “That’s exactly why I did what I did, I won’t let you die, even if this is what I have to do to assure it.”

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Certaly! (sorry it took this long tho)

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I don't usually publish the milestones of the blog but this one was truly the highlight of my day.

Thank you all for your patience with my very slow writing, and for reading all my ramblings, I'm very happy to know you like what I do, thank you a lot!

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Short #4

Civilian wanted to cry, their eyes burned at the sinking feeling of disappointment, flowers already broken at the stems, petals falling from the bouquet. 

"There you are," Villain smiled, warmly enough Civilian could almost fool themselves that was, as they pretended, their old friend, the one they always knew, the one they wanted to ask out before getting into all that mess "I've been looking everywhere for you." 

But they were not. 

Villain's shadow darkened the small closet more so that it was before, illuminated only by the dimed brightness of Civilian's cellphone, and the light from the corridor outside, yet, the towering figure emanated a suffocating kind of obscurity that made the person inside feel their stomach as if riding a rollercoaster, falling quickly and seemingly, endlessly. 

There were others outside, Villain's fast glances and smiles behind them, at the sound of whispers, made it obvious. 

Villain extended their hand, their face still showing a smile, Civilian looked away trying, and failing, to appear determined, ending up feeling so small at their neverending tremors. 

"They mean no harm to you, not with me here," their assurance met with silence, a shaking lack of acknowledgement, the criminal frowned for a moment "of course they are not very patient. I know you’re upset, I’ll take you home. Come on.” 

And what other choice did they have.

Hesitating for a moment, Civilian took Villains hand, aided by the pull the other gave, they stood up with trembling legs, guided by hand to outside the building, the office building in the middle of the city. 

How could have they known? They tried to justify. 

When they reached the car, the same old car Villain had always had, modern and way over Civilian possibilities, they stood unmovable before the door opened for them, in the front (and luckily not in the trunk). 

“I’m sorry,” they whispered, head bowed down “I shouldn’t have followed you.”

“I’m sorry too. For what’s worth, I would have loved to go out with you.”

“Are you going to kill me?” they asked, wanting to keep a semblance of calm, failing as tears ran down, and the hold back of sobs made them shake harder.

“What? No, of course not,” Villain answered, taking Civilian’s head between both hands, gently twisting their head to face them, thumbs wiping off their tears “But I can’t let you run around with what you know now, I know you can understand.” 

A whimper, Villain shushed them, guiding them inside the car, fastening the seat belt and giving a quick kiss to their forehead. 

“I trust you to behave.” 

Then, they closed the door.

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I do have a something for scared civilians and villains

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Short #3

“Birds of prey are not well liked.” 

“I know” 

Hero knew, they did, Villain needed not to remind them how their hands to the public resembled claws, how their lack of colour, their preference for the practical, the tactic, and not for the show made the media present them as unapproachable, one hero used only for the serious matters, for the scare factor, the intimidation of the criminals and villians on their way, only later disappeared before any interaction with the public. 

They were nor well liked, and the raw presentation of their power, along with their appearance, made everyone wary of them, the public, the media, their fellow heroes and their opposing villains. 

Everyone except them, a rather impertinent mid-ranking criminal. 

“I don’t know why you keep taking all this,” Villain continued, a sheet of printed paper crumpled in their fist, ill words against the Hero, with their photo inside, showing if looking at it the right way “you would be admired with us, the power you have is just…you’re just, you’re greater than anything we’ve ever seen.” 

“Greater than Supervillian?” Hero taunted, approaching slowly the stairs to the second floor of the warehouse, urging Villain to move. 

“More in control of what you can do certainly, gives you an advantage,” their enemy answered, certain of their words they raised their head. 

“I’m not interested in admiration, I know why I do what I do.” 

Villain frowned, stopping dead on their feet, ceasing their game of chase. 

“Guilt is no reason to withstand humiliation.”  

Hero stopped before them. 

“Hawks should not be blamed for what their claws do, and vultures cannot be condemned by how easily their beaks can break through a skull.” 

“What are you rambling about?” 

“I understand you better than you think.” 

And then, Villain left. 

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Short #2

Hero laid unmovable atop the bed, arms and legs lazily set over the mattress, left exactly how they fell when Villain set them there. Their enemy looked at them from the door, leaving it unlocked, it was not necessary to take the precaution, not with Hero as they were.

Villain settled beside them on the bed, sitting chest height, towering over. Hero looked at them with tired eyes, barely bothering to open them all the way, that might have caused offence in any other situation, a declaration of safety, meaning Villain was harmless, yet then, the criminal was relieved Hero could lower their defences. 

Villain cupped Hero's cheek with their hands, warmth guiding them to rest against it, a familiar feeling was certainly comforting.

"I'm sorry," Villain said, voice soft, "I should have never allowed you to leave my side."

Their hands travelled to the other's neck, a gentle grasp yet firm enough not to let it to be shaken off, if Hero ever pretended to move, twisting Hero's face from side to side, looking for more injuries than the evident. 

Villains frowned.

"Are you just gonna allow me to do whatever I want with you, like a ragdoll?" And despite their accusing words, their tone remained soft

"You always could anyway," Hero rasped out.

"And what makes you so sure I won't use it against you?"

Hero hummed, no more answers given.

With a sigh, their enemy answers, thumb stroking the edge of their throat.

"I won't give you back to them, I will keep you this time."

And that was fine for Hero, they thought as they closed their eyes, at least then and there.

Villain pressed a kiss on their forehead, laying besides them on the bed

Part 2

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Heey! :D

Just wanted to tell you that I updated the logo and colours of the blog, so that it doesn't catch you by surprise (although it probably already did because I did it two days ago and I forgot to mention it, hehe).

I also reorganized the Masterlist, I like to think it looks better. And I opened a new section exclusively for answered requests so they're easier to find, and some other short stories.

I've written, for now, like a week worth of short stories and some requests for second or third parts, so I'm programming them to come out gradually, just to reactivate the blog, I left it very abandoned and I didn't mean to :(, but I sprained my foot last week and it came as the perfect chance to retake writing.

Thank you a lot for your patience and I hope you like it!

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haiiiiii

just wanted to say ur so cool and amazing and i love ur writing,,, you've been a huge inspo for so long !! so thanks :)

thank you soo much, it's been hard to find the time to write lately, but this messages really inspire me to keep going :D

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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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Fantasy

Heroes and Villains in fantasy

A chase back home, where a warlock must decide between the family he's found and the values his town uphoalds

Part two

Recall, where Hero remembers who they are, even when their captor is trying to avoid it

From feathers and thrones, where a knight shows a princess how to care for her people

Rescue, where Hero took too long to rescue their lover (poly)

Part two

Part three

Snippet 1, where a winged antihero falls in love with a too curious civillian [piece extracted from a longer stoy, unpublished]

General

Memory of the gold, where a withering woodsman answers back to his goddess

Mother, where a naga take care of her lover's child

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Heroes and Villains

⭑ One shots

⭑ Series

⭑ Shorts and requests

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REQUESTS AND SHORTS

Request #1 ; Weapons don't weep (where Villain reads Hero's diary)

Request #2; Old flames (where Villain spared Hero´s life)

Request #3; Neighbous and fevers (where Civilian is not who Hero thought they were)

Request #4; Fear (where Hero gets gifted away to Villain)

Request#5; The kindness of a stranger (where Hero can't rememeber) - Part 2

Request #6; A mouse running in circles (where Hero can't escape their destiny)

Request #7; where civilian is in the wrong place at the wrong time - Part 2

Request #8; "Who did that?"

Request #9; hurt for their own good

Short #1; where Civilian falls an accidental victim of Hero,Villain uses them to remind Hero the damage they're capable of doing.

Short #2; where Hero is too tired to run anymore

Short #3: where Villain recognizes a binding similarity with Hero, danger

Short #4: where Civilian discovers who Villain really is

⭑ added to most popular

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SERIES

Hero x Villain

Victory

Villain gets rewarded with their favourite Hero, who they inted to take care of

Part one

Part two

Civilian x Villian

One to go⭑

Where Supervillian finds potential in their hostage, and decided to keep them for themselves

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

⭑ added to most popular

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ONE SHOTS

Hero x Villain

Discussions at candlelight - Villain intends to protect Hero, even if they don't want to.

Doubts ⭑ - Villain doesn't think they deserve Hero, Hero doesn't think that's their decision to make

Crying over spilled milk - Hero gets overwhelmed

White snow, red bed sheets - Villain had warned of the consequences of Hero getting hurt again (wlw)

Infatuation - Hero attracts Villain's attention

I met you before - Villain and Hero know each other, Villain wished they had recognised that sooner

But what if they offer and I don't want to say no? ⭑ - Hero doesn't want to leave

Guard - only Villain can calm Hero down

Defeat - where Hero loses

Blood inheritance - Hero has been running from their parent for a while, Villain ruins everything

Stupid and stranger - everyone deems Hero stupid, their new lover had a different opinion

Love ⭑ - Hero has never been loved before, yet, this is not how they think it should happen

Admiration - Villain captures Hero's attention

Liar - Hero knows Villain is lying, that was prove enought they loved them

Stains - what has Hero done?

Hostage situation ⭑ - Hero's team was too late to accept the offer, now Villain want to keep them

Hands of life - Hero has always only saved lives with their hands, Villain intends to keep it that way.

"I told you this would happen"

Version 1*; Hero x Supervillain

Version 2; Hero x Villain

Versión 3; Hero x Villain

Civilian x Villian

Rescued - Civilian knows that's their lover, yet the blood on their hands makes it hard to remember

Found - Strategist discovers something too late

⭑ added to most popular

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Hand of life, hands of death.  

cw. blood, firearms

“Give me the gun, love” 

Someone said, ordered more than asked, yet Hero heard only static, the mouth of the person before them moved, they could see it clearly as that person knelt before them, as their hands were stained with blood and the wet, warm feeling seeped to their own in the kind touch they held, they wanted something, something from Hero, Hero could tell not what it was. 

They were cold, uncontrollably shaking in a bone-deep freeze only missing in their hands, where the warmth of the other’s skin, and the one of the already cooling blood, stopped their tremor. 

Hero was scared, Hero wanted out. 

“You can’t do this, angel. You were never meant to do this,” the person kept talking, now a small tug given along with the soft hold of Hero’s hands “I can do it for you, if you hand me the weapon.” 

But they shouldn’t, they knew they shouldn’t, even when the voice sounded comforting, trustworthy behind all of Hero’s doubt. 

“I can't,” Hero answered with a trembling voice. 

“You have good intentions, but this is not your way,” the voice continued. “I can’t let you stain your hands with this, you won’t be able to live with it.”

Hero shook their head, desperately, erratically almost. The warm hand stopped them, landing tenderly on their cheek. 

“I won’t ask again, I will protect you from this even if you don’t want me to, you will not kill Superhero, you’ve already maimed them enough” Villain confirmed “give me the gun.” 

“They wanted to kill Sidekick, they wanted to kill me,” Hero admitted, a sob breaking at the end of the phrase, never having spoken it out loud before. 

“I know, but you are not them, your hands are clean,” Villain answered, softer than before, looking down at their hold “figuratively.” 

Hero broke a shy huff, almost resembling a laugh. 

“When you get them dirty, you can’t undo it, you can’t step back, it will follow you the rest of your life, angel. Allow me to give you the mercy of never having to know, I won’t let you hurt yourself like this.” 

And, with a falling head, Hero dropped the weapon to the floor, the clanking of the metal filling the room. Final. 

Villain stood up, kissing Hero’s head, and entering Superhero’s office once again.

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I am, in fact, alive.

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Successful and happy new year people 🫶🏻

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Snippet.

“Do you want to know how it felt?” the girl asked, blowing out the smoke from the cigarette in her hand, a cough from her chest echoing through the metal sheet walls of the warehouse, at the lack of response of the one observing her from down the floor, sitting crossed-legged and still before her, she stretched her wings open, and continue “Nothing has ever hurt as much as that, and I doubt something will ever do. The breaking of each bone to rearrange itself into something it was never meant to be, the tearing of the skin, opening your muscles, exposing the ligaments to the open air. It was gruesome, I bursted a blood vessel in my eye from the effort of crying, I was too weak to stand and ended up completely covered in blood.” 

Civilian noticed something in her voice, an accent of sorts she did not recognize the origin of, a sadness embedded in it, something she had unlearned and learned once more, something she used as part of herself then, something she had recovered and adapted. 

Civilian liked the accent. 

After a long drag of the cigarette, the tail was offered her way, the girl holding it between two fingers for her to inhale from her hands. Civilian did, coughing out harshly as a burning ache went down to her lungs, the other laughed. 

“It’s horrible, isn’t it?” she said, eyes fixed on her like a hawk, like a bird of prey, like exactly what she was “I hated it too, once, before all this shitshow I always declined a drag, unless of course it came from a pretty girl, if it came from a pretty girl I would suck it right up, smoke whatever was offered.” 

A smile was drawn on her face, Civilian swallowed. 

“Is that what happened here, Civ?” 

“Well I, I was curious, I’ve never smoked before,” her voice trembled at her answer.

“Don’t let me corrupt you then.” 

Villain finished her cigarette, setting off the tip on the sole of her boot. The other girl stayed quiet, quiet and observing the surroundings of the warehouse, wore down but certainly used, not for living, of course, too much dust and spiders for such, a waste too, of course, for Villain, as she was, could live anywhere else in the world, amongst prodigies of the arts, of the crafts, of the science. A dirty old warehouse was no place for her. 

But she understood too, she had a warehouse of herself when the days felt too overwhelming, probably then the cameras and the responsibility one could take in a situation such as the winged woman sitting too uncaringly before her was much worse, she imagined, then the one from college and family. 

Sharp yellow eyes met her when she turned once more to face Villain.

“Why do you keep coming?” 

“I like you,” she answered with more firmness and determination than she thought herself capable.

“I’m not that likeable.” 

“I disagree.” 

Villain let out a huff, something not quite a laugh but pretty close.

“I like you too, then, Civ.” 

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Those words, spoken what seemed ages ago, burnt still on her skin. Perhaps literally, she laughed at the thought, as the uncomfortable warmth of the burning building behind her stung dangerously close to the side of her cheek, the back of her neck and her uncovered arms left to the night wind as she stood still in her pyjamas. 

And Villain looked as beautiful as she remembered under the moonlight, the brown of her hair casting a red shadow against the burning of the wood and the metal of her home. 

“I’m so sorry, Hero,” the blessed one apologised, hand cold even with the fire burning before her cradling her face so tenderly, lifting her chin to face each other “I’m sorry something as ugly as me fell in love with you.” 

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I'm back with a small snippet from something longer piece I've been working on