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🚨⏰ Attention Please 🙏🚨

Dear friends and compassionate supporters,

This is Eman Zaqout, from Occupied Gaza, Palestine. I am a Biotechnologist ,🩸💉 and scientific researcher contacting you at a really desperate moment.

I am seeking your assistance to raise funds for saving our lives, facing the starvation in Gaza and help me achieve my doctoral degree dream after being awarded OWSD PhD Fellowship for inspirational women.🍉👩‍🎓

Just like any motivated and loving life woman, and for years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital and Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital, as Biotechnology Specialist serving cancer patients with compassion and skill.💪🤍

[ photos of Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital before and after the IDF destruction ]

[ photos of Al-Shifa Hospital before and after the IDF destruction]

I also gave medical lectures to students at different universities and training centers in Gaza👇☑

As a result of my outstanding grades in my study and the excellent performance in my job, I have been a holder of different scholarship and I am active participant in many research visits and scientific missions. 👩‍🔬The last scholarship as at McGill University in Canada three months ago before the starting of the genocide in Gaza.😥

However,😥

My life changed dramatically when Israeli military launched a sweeping war against Gaza. My home and our neighborhood in the North have been destroyed along with our belongings and precious memories early in this crisis.😭💔

My job and my husband's job are gone. Israeli military forced us to evacuate from the north Gaza to the south where they claimed it would be the safe zone but it is not at all. Our sweet home and neighborhood have been destroyed.

Forced to flee with nothing but the clothes on our backs, today, we find ourselves sheltering in a displacement camp lacking access to sanitation, medical supplies, food and drinkable water. I will not talk a lot about the dire and unbearable life we have to go through, as no word can express it fairly😔

The good news in the midst of this tragedy, that I am one of the 22 women from the developing world who have been awarded OWSD- PhD fellowship to pursue my PhD study in Malaysia🍉💪. But now I am stuck in Gaza unable to achieve my dream because Israeli army has occupied and closed all the border crossings 😭💔

Meet 22 fellows awarded OWSD PhD fellowship

This genocide has been more than a year of hell and horror. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die.

Nevertheless,

I refuse to succumb to despair, holding on to the belief that brighter days lie ahead.

With your kindness and generosity🥺, I hope to survive the genocide and reclaim the path to achieving my doctorate 💉🩸

Your compassionate aid would mean the world to me and my family.🥺🙏❤🇵🇸✌

Please note that our campaign is vetted

Thanks @90-ghost.. link here

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Thanks @northgazaupdates2.. link here

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Dear Supporter,

I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔

I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊

Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑

Heeey! I know I haven’t been active these past few months, but I got this message in my requests, and I thought it was important to share. Help out if you can!

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Reunion

That morning Hero felt particularly tired. 

Perhaps Villain had noticed early when greeting them at breakfast, such was the reason the servants were fetched to help them shower, help them dress and eat, fed by hand as if not humiliated enough by then, trapped by the fact they were indeed unable to lift the cutlery. 

Perhaps it had been Villain’s doing. Perhaps it had been the tea, perhaps it had been something else. 

Later, Hero was taken to the main hall of the former gubernatorial palace right in the heart of the city, where a wood and gold throne laid. Hero had once, long ago, made a joke about Villain compensating for something with such a cartoonish display of power, but then they had no energy to obnoxiously repeat it, as they did every time they entered the place. Mockery was one of the few things Hero had left after all. 

Yet, that day they could barely keep their head upright, a foggy sense of nausea crepting up their throat, a heavy weight pushing them down from the top of their head kept them glued to Villain that morning, head laying on the other's shoulder as Hero laid across their lap, their enemy's hands stroked up and down their arms and back, warming them from the coldness of the room. 

"Let them in," Villain's voice boomed across the hall, the echo remaining a second longer. 

The old wooden doors creaked open, uneven steps entering the room, as if being rushed, and Hero hid their head from the sharp noise. 

"What do you think I should do, love?” Villain asked the Hero this time, pressing their lips against their hair  “Four intruders wandering around, trying to enter our home to steal god knows what.” 

And Hero tried, tried to twist their head to look at the people standing before them, distinguishing them on their knees, half aware of the number mentioned, half aware of their factions, of what they wore. 

Half aware that they knew them. 

“I told you, Leader,” one said, a whisper too sharp to fulfil its purpose of being discreet “they sold us out.” 

“Shut up, Teammate, what about that?” The called answered, face straightening and, for a moment, Hero could swear they made eye contact “What are you looking to prove with this display, Villain?” 

Villain huffed a laugh, turning Hero’s head back to them  “Come on Leader, do you really think I put this show just for you?” 

They had, Hero thought, Villain usually preferred if they weren’t seen. Just for their eyes, they had once said, when they were, as that day, too out of their mind to talk back. 

“What did you do to them?” 

“I would never hurt them, if that’s what you’re thinking,” they answered, hands pulling them ever so close to their chest, curling if only lightly to embrace them “I’m not like you.” 

“We never…” 

“Yes you have,” they answered “I’ve seen every scar in their body, and I’m responsible for only one. Don’t lie to my face please.” 

“They knew what they were doing! It was for the greater good,” Teammate answered this time, sweat dripping from their forehead to the blood, taking the dirt with it. 

“Such a funny concept is the greater good. I can assure you it holds no meaning to me, there is nothing greater than keeping what's mine close and unblemished, and you have scarred it, sadly.”

With a hand on their hip, and the other on their neck, Villain twisted Hero’s head slightly to the right, where their team knelt, eyes glazed, barely open enough to discern their shadows, they could see one turn away from their unintentional stare. 

“So what would a fitting punishment be,” they asked in the air, looking down at Hero “I accept suggestions, my light.”

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The Offer of Her Village.

suggestive (but like only a bit)

She had kept her name to herself that evening. 

Her hands were not bound anymore, if they ever were. 

She couldn’t remember quite well, the faint feeling of soft rope still ghosted over her limbs, yet no mark showed over the surface of easily-bruised skin, no burning left trace, and no real pain ever blossomed from what she recalled as blood, pooling under the tightenings, piling up to a puddle on the dirt and the dry leaves. 

Another cup, another drink, was brought to her lips, and she smiled. 

Wine had never been quite the treat for the girl, it was bitter, on the best of cases a rotten tasting grape juice she tended to avoid, taking small sips through the night, forgetting the glasses and patting her head in acknowledgement when someone noticed, blaming herself careless as it had been, yet again, her distraction making her misplaced the aged red wine the host had been so kind to open for them all that night.

She remembered it all well, even when it felt a life and a half away, the uncomfortably alcoholic aftertaste it left on her tongue, the ashamed look on her father’s face as her best efforts to prevent a grimace as she gulped down the last bit had fallen unsuccessful. Then why, she wondered, did it taste so sweet.  

It was, indeed, intoxicating. But the girl shook her head, hands limp at her sides, it could not be the alcohol. 

She leaned further in, chasing the edge of the golden up to her offered, trying still to keep that ladylike, shy sipping she had been taught so long ago. And the cupbearer, the cupbearer smiled at her so sweetly her stomach dropped further down for a moment, when he caressed the skin of her hand, when he cleaned the edge of her mouth, and smiled more. 

Dizziness, haziness, were so familiar then she had forgotten how the lucidity of only fake ebrity felt at the parties. 

Parties. 

The music echoed across the salon, even with no walls, with no marble floor nor high ceilings, different, as foreign as everything else caught by her wandering sight, like stars popping, like how fireflies should sound if they one day wanted to change their buzzing. Like the church bells, she finally settled, but more delicate, higher pitched and accompanied so well by the sound of an harp, an harp of thicker cords, an arp that sounded like something entirely different. 

They were so good at imitating the melodies of the night.

A woman approached, as beautiful as the rest of the crowd, long, dark hair trailing behind her, falling through the antlers sprouting from her skull, a pan flute held to her mouth. The melody consistent, soft and calling. 

Light wood was set in between her palms, other’s hands guiding her fingers to the right spots, it was handcrafted, that she could see, some missing polishing here and there, the clear strokes of a thin paintbrush marked on the delicate drawing of flowers. 

The girl blew. 

Broken, far from perfect, and yet, there was clapping, there was praising, and playful laughs. And she smiled, returning it to the musician. 

A whisper in her ear. 

The woman holding her in her lap urged her to continue her story. 

Such a stupid, simple story, one repeated far too many times for any of her friends to appreciate anymore, one of her few adventures to the beaches of the neighbouring town, how she had found a fish with a stinger, transparent and apparently, electrical, or something of the sort, as it had stung and scared a child playing around it. 

The body was not dangerous, she explained, she had used it to return it to the sea, the string falling down from it was the real problem. And they nodded and cooed in, most probably, fake awe to her words. 

She had acquired a peculiar interest for the sea life from then on, she told them, describing a couple more wonders she had found near the ocean grottoes, earning their complete attention. 

Carter blushed at the attention. 

Such an uninteresting, uncharismatic thing should settle to be seen, even if she’s as much of a treat for the eye as she is for the ears. 

A flower crown was placed over her head, daisies and periwinkle intertwined, braided into fitting her perfectly. 

“You should stay for a little longer, wouldn’t that be pleasant?” the man she was leaning her back against suggested, hand gently tilting her face to meet his eyes “I would be honoured.” 

The woman holding her chuckled, “That would certainly be quite a treat.” 

Her fingers traced Carter’s lips, and for a moment, she thought of how dry they had to look, biting them down to hide them.

“Oh none of that now, pretty thing, you don’t need to fix anything.” 

“I think I…” the girl stated, eyes fixed on the woman’s, staring limp at the yellow glow they emanated, even under the cold light of the moon “I think I need to go back, my friends were with me and I don’t know…” 

“That would be such a shame,” the man interjected, taking the girl from his partner’s lap, pulling her gently to his own, having her lean against him as he ran his hands up and down her back “to leave when the night is still so young.” 

The woman chuckled, reaching down for the half-drank cup and placing it to her mouth, watching as she drank.

Her eyes were soft, such a sight the girl did not recognize from ever before, and she met them. Unable to take them away, she stared. 

“How are we to make you go home without at these ungodly hours of the night, one so young would get lost so easily.” she added.

“It would be our pleasure if you allowed us to offer you sanctuary, for tonight at least.” 

“But my friends are…” 

“Safe and sound, of course, enjoying the party just as you are. Oh my, maybe you had a little too much wine,” said the lady, pointing with her open palm at the crowd.

Carter turned slowly, afraid a sudden movement would get the wine working.

A couple clouds dissipated, and she noticed that, sometime ago, the ropes had existed, they had dug into her skin opening more raw spots the more she had tried to get rid of them. But they were no more. 

No more on her own wrists at least. 

But it was fuzzy still, the faces, those faces looking right back at her, uttering more fear, though silent, as they settled their eyes on her own, and the concept was as blurry as everything else, fear seemed too far away to consider it real, even so well displayed in others' faces. 

“What a good offering they gave,” the man said, taking his own cup to his mouth, smiling to her once it was lowered, bringing both faces closer together “and what a cute thing they lost.” 

“Offering?” Carter murmured right over his mouth.

“Shh, we do not wish to upset her, do we?” the woman interrupted, quick at the words of the other “No, she’s had just about enough of that with all those hating people from the village, haven’t you, sweet thing?

She nodded mindlessly and the fae giggled behind her fist.

Soft hands, the softest she felt, careful in their touch of the claws idly disguised as nails, twisted her head away from the man into anothers, offering between long fingers a berry, a single, bright red berry, squished if only a little by the grab, and otherwise perfect to the eye, not like the ones from the bushed around her home, mushy and almost brown when the time for picking approached. 

A bright red, inhuman perfect berry. 

Crafted. 

A berry of the fae territory within the forest terrain. 

Carter twisted her head away, hiding in the man’s shoulder. 

“Perhaps,” the woman continued, taking the fruit away, “we’re still missing something.” 

The man hummed.

“Would you honour me with this next dance, sweetheart?” she asked next.

“I have never…” 

“Oh, you hear that? What a delightful thing to know myself as your first dance partner.”

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Disappearing for a couple of months and suddenly coming back, no warning no explanation, is my favorite activity.

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heeeey! could we have more villain x civilian snipets?

Request #10

Civilian's hand trembled still, a firm grasp on the phone, a sense of security they were terrified to lose, even if they knew they would never be fast enough to actually use it, and that it could be snatched away faster than Villain could snap. Yet, they held it tight to their chest. 

They swallowed, meeting Villain's gaze after a few moments catching their breath, trying their best not to look as scared as they were. 

"I've already told the heroes no, I won’t collaborate with the superpowered," Civilian stated, a tremble sneaking in their voice "you're not getting anything out of me willingly."

And at that Villain chuckled, a gloves hand travelling towards Civilians own, taking the phone out of their grip, battling against a bit of unintentional resistance from their victim, though they could not blame them for such.

“Luckily for me, I have much better ways of persuasion,” they answered, “an enhancer would be invaluable and I am nothing but resilient.” 

Civilian swallowed “And what are those? Blackmail? Extortion? Threats of violence?”

“If it’s needed,” Villain answered, grabbing Civilian’s cheeks in a pinch “is it? Needed I mean”

“I won’t help you.” 

“Then I guess we’ll start from the top down,” they answered, distancing themselves from Civilian once again “meet me at the address I’ll text you later at night, or don’t bother picking your sibling up from baseball practice on sunday, they won’t be there waiting.” 

And while Villain’s steps walked away and down the stairs, Civilian trembled still as they knelt on the cold wooden floors of their office. 

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Short #5

"Shush, you're okay," Villain soothed, a warm hand running through Hero's hair, mask long ago discarded on the floor, filthy with blood and dirt. 

Hero disagreed, grunting as a half-thought response, still navigating on the frontier of consciousness. Trying, and failing, to slap the other’s hand away. 

“They did quite a number on you, no one would believe they’re supposed to be your friends.” Villain whispered the last part, a hand reaching for Hero’s belt, taking their weapons out, and throwing them to the side. Hero’s hand could only twitch “One can only wonder what would have happened to you if I hadn’t asked for you unharmed.” 

Carefully, Villain brushed a single tear going down Hero’s cheek. They hadn’t noticed they shed it. 

“There’s no need to cry, with me you’re safe.” 

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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 :)

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[automeris-io-moth]

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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Masterlist

[automeris-io-moth]

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

The offer of her vilage, where a town girl is offered to the fae that populate the forest